Short brushes leave the brightest strokes in one's life. For they have the power to bring a smile with just a gentle kiss of time.
Hum rahe ya na rahe, yaad aayenge yeh pal,
Hum rahe ya na rahe kal, Kal yaad aayenge yeh pal.
We entered this beautiful and happening place in July 1999. You all would agree that we still remember our first day in the college. Who would not? That day when we stepped outside childhood and entered Youth. With millions of dreams and fantasies in the mind and no-more 24-hour restrictions over the head (for hostelers, day-scholars please excuse), we all just wanted to go and LIVE....explore the territories long forbidden and quench our thirst and hunger (for what??? come on....don't be that impatient...read on).
Morning bringing the joy of seeing new faces, excitement of making new friends, worries for studies, eagerness for the evening to go out, fun pulling up each other, and with the falling night, some gripping in fear of ragging, some trying to make it up on time to home, praying that the night ends soon, dreaming to make her mine, awaiting a new beginning.
All queuing up to woo the bold and the beautiful, everyone making a chance to get that item, the cooler ones experimenting on how to get hotter, all eyes on those few chosen ones..... some struggling and eating those books, and others with only one goal - TO WIN.... To win the most difficult battle.... to win HER. The book-creepers running to classes, taking down notes, and fearing the madari's, hanuman's, and kaul's of the college. Those not-interested joining hands for MASS-BUNKS and planning their first coup of power, the fight for SURVIVAL had just begun.
Who can forget the seniors searching for fucchhaas and fucchheees at the VERKA booth under the banner of Anti-Ragging Squad. Aur jab ARS ki baat aati hai to Aman Sapra ki yaad na aaye; aisa to ho nahin sakta......... who can forget that feeble yet brave man who used to walk around the college like a skeleton........ talking to each and everyone. Aur usi ke saath yaad aata hai woh NSS ka blood donation camp, jiski wajah se sabne mast lectures bank kare. Some of us would always remember those blood donation camps, for after donation they had been the receptors. LOL...
Of Course in his last year we often used to spy on him sitting with his lady, who was the only one thinner than him in college. All in all Sapra was a strategist though our secret spies once raided his room to discover a p*ndi lying under his bed, we felt happy in a subtle way.... Alas PEC gave him something meaningful.......... so it did to all of us.......
Jai Vindhayachal....... our ground of awakening..... day scholars included as we hostlers always shared what we learned or acquired..... those of you remember the mags and later CDs you borrowed from us ..... and those who borrowed special ones just beware!!!!.....we still carry accounts receivable...... these days you cannot even go and buy those rare collections anymore..... you either have your laptop or your girlfriend..... or worse both to carry along......
Week main ek baar workshops....... ladke ladkiyon sab ki favourite.......kyun....... bhool gaye ladke apni job pehle khatam kar ke ladkiyon ki job banane ki fight main, impression jamane ki fight main, ladkiyon intezaar main ki woh kiski job banayega, aur ch***ye job ke saath number banane ki fight main, kuch sabse achi job puri karne ki fight main, woh paani peene ke bahane ghoomne jaane ki fight main, woh vaapis hostel jaake sone ki fight main, woh aankhen aur dil dono sekne ki fight main, woh sab kuch karne ki fight main ....
Kya din the woh, kya din charaya thi.... na koi tension... na boss ki gaaliyaan.... na deadlines ki tension... (mass-bunk to maar sakte the wahan)... kaash woh din fir vaapis laut aayen... and that's why it is said, "Some one return me the fun-filled days of the college, and take back all my savings of life." Anyways...... let's continue where we left.
The first few weeks were spent getting used to the college culture. Waking up fifteen minutes before the class, taking a french bath, picking up the paranthas and then rushing for the class in the morning. Looking at the watch again and again as to when those boring lectures would be over, looking at as to who would be the one sharing his notes during exam time. Afternoons were devoted to the library..... free ka AC woh bhi ladkiyon ke saath...... aur kahan milega.
Evenings were spent rushing towards the gheri route and the apni rhedi market. Uske baad, getting together in the hostel rooms, sharing the day's experiences, analyzing the figures of the beautiful babes, anguished over a khadoos professor, aur saath main bachpan ki kissey-kahaniyaan. The favourite past time of the hostel - those no-sense talks.
To janab yeh thay woh kuch chuninda pal, jinse humne aur aapne, apne career's ki shuruat ki. Ab yeh to bhagwaan janta hai ya aap khaas dost, ki un char saalon main humne kitni cheezon ki shuruat ki, aur kitne kile fateh kiye.
work work all the day ... the task never ends..... midnight has come, .... still the day never ends.....
Goodnight !!!
