ME & MY WORLD

Another final-semester evening filled with utter joblessness. If you have read my last post, you must have figured out that my first year was not so enjoyable. The guy who was irritated with the whole ragging thingi is somewhat happy witnessing its downward slope. Indeed many things have changed. I rarely stay in my wing now a days. I guess I have broken the so called shell or rather I have discovered my own group. Indeed made some amazing friends. Each one is owner of some crazy-ass talent [basically all of them are NAMUNAs and no one (including me) is fully normal]. One such namuna bought a bike today, an Avenger 220 and decided to ride 500 kms on the first day. Any way I got to ride it to dhaba and I am very happy about it. Introduction over……

There used to be three DHABAs infront of our college in 1st year and we wise men used to call them as 1st, 2nd and 3rd dhadas. 1st dhaba guy has become rich and has shifted to a new place. Food is still good, but no1 wants to go there (at least my friends). The good old smile is gone, we don’t know any1 related to it now. 2nd dhaba is no more. One chap tried opening another Dhaba on the ashes of the original 2nd Dhaba and the initial attempts were certainly successful, at-least in earning the all important designation; but it could not survive. May be that land is cursed.

That’s brings us to the third dhaba. It is still there, unchanged. The prices have doubled. But it still is cheap. I just had bhatura, gobi masala, chana and a cold drink for 60 bucks. Today as I was sitting there and was discussing about the new bike, I blabbered “Mohan anna, order anna” (anna=brother: tamil). Basically I was asking him to take the order, but he was busy and replied “5 minutes wait anna, please”. But my hungry stomach didn’t like the idea of waiting. Plus I could see the masala they put on Bhatura getting over. That was simple unacceptable, I love that masala and lemon. So I asked “ok anna, no problem. Send Raju anna”. Raju anna took order, I ate twice my capacity (as usual) and came back with a heavy belly.

Now I am in my room and have finished watching everything I intended to. So I am left with the precious time to rewind and think (not that I am going to bring a radical change to society or myself after the termination of the thought process, but still I prefer to call it precious because I like it that way). It’s not the food that drags me there to that Dhaba, it’s those people. We know them by name, every time those people see us coming, they say hi. We always have a brief conversation. Last semester one day, we went there (like dumbfucks) and discovered our pockets empty after hogging like hungry beggars. The owner was like “no problem, give tomorrow”. He was absolutely sure that we are coming back to his dhaba the following day and not going to mess(:P). That day I didn’t feel anything special about it. But now that few days are left, all this seems very important. Every semester we used to wait for holidays to go home. There was always the next semester and we had to come back. But this time as we leave, there will be no coming back.

Everything eventually comes to an end, may be happy or sad. But this case is unique; the aforementioned words can’t provide the necessary description, I doubt any word can. This was the time I used to dream about in my 1st year, the time when I will get out of this hellhole place. But it feels weird as the end approaches. I won’t be able to make another Nittro car ever. There will be no more Pragyans, no more NITT Fests. There will be no more shouting, no more trips to Pondy with friends, no more bums on birth day. No1 will ask me for treats for the smallest possible reason.

I am placed, waiting for admit results. There is a lot to look forward to, but the thing that bothers me the most is that there will be no 9th sem. Im pretty sure its neither the classroom nor its the department that I am going to miss. Studies were never there, so it can’t be missed. I absolutely hate this place and measurably failed to learn the language. So it can’t be the love of the land. So that leaves only one thing. Those stupid people who survived with me the waterless days of hostel and scolded mess manager for the pathetic food, in front of whom I blabbered about Topgear and F1 for hours, bugged them with my weirdest automotive ideas and the people with whom I started going to Gym lately (oh yah, I go to gym now a days. It’s a different thing that the number of visits are still limited to single digit and I do nothing there, but still…). There are some more idiots who were never a part of campus life. It was only electronic contact, but they stood by me when I needed them most and I thank the internet and the cell phone service providers for that because thanking those chaps will be an insult to friendship. I can go on and on but I wont.

Some people will feel irritated or bored after reading this, some will bitch about me. This post is not for them. But there are some who will have a nice smile on their face, who can relate themselves to at-least one word of this post. Those are the ones who made my ordinary B-Tech life special and they are the ones who I will always remember as I look back to these 4 years of my life.


DEDICATED TO ALL MY FRIENDS. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL MEMORIES. . . .