GRANDing The END:::....The last-compre-Khetri-A-night-to-remember
12th May 2009, 2:45 pm, Everyone in wing gears up in wing's Customised U shirt to give the Last Comprehensive exam of his BITSIan Life4:45 pm, Room No 3215: Someone closes the answer book as he seems to be done with it, but the decision was that we'll stay back till time for the last one so he stays back, looks around, especially back left () and leaves the room only after the bell strikes 6 pm for the end.
Khetri
Plans: Trip to Khetri, sipping colored fluids and a 'nightful of frendship'
Start:
The Pilani 'madhu' shalas close at 8 sharp, hence sensible people like shivam, sid and the wiki leave at 7:30 sharp after taking respective madhu orders of the more lax ones.
The others now leave and find a suitable Mahindra's Giant at the Pilani bus-stand for carrying a full cricket team's headcount.
all meet at Bunty Da Punjabi Dhaba barring CKP violating the dogma of dining with the same sex at Cnot. great food at PD was taken in morsels, too atomic, as people wanted to live the night later.
Journey: 2 fellows with shaken hearts and a highly absorbing capacitated creature tried to tetrapack the front row (the thin driver being the fourth) 3 fellows sat at the back with a loaded cylinder of gas, threatning intermittent leakages and possible explosions. the middle row packed with 4 of their own kind
the reaching & hunt for a suitable place: while climbing uphill to khetri fort took something out, finding thornful blockage in rani's opening at the fort caused distress as well, it all ended up by the discovery of raja's large and open thing (here meant are roofs of rani's mahal & raja's mahal at gopalgarh fort, khetri)
The wind now blowed; It did boost up spirits and the B tender got to his work instantly. People opened up and tried WINDing their small fellows down.
what was awesome was not the place or the different types of fluids, but the wave in the ambience which somehow made everyone talk.
We had sessions all around, and the wave made you speak, speak with purity and everyone had something to say to others, getting back his own share of words, some of which really really precious. This session of selfless talks had the effect of melancholising thoughts for everyone.the morning was so resplendent and the chilling wind so pure,
To their BITsian life, they in Sid's feelings, bowed and owed!
And that's the way these guys started the end! together, they took back with them, a night to remember.
8th August 2005
Am awake, tommorow is a Operations Management Compre, that's hardly any reason to it; have been sleeping since past 2 days (30/48 hrs) but tonight after coming back from ANC, Saayan and I tried studying and saayan slept on my bed, that's a better reasoning why a bedless me is awake.
As I have just come back to my room AK 111, from a short stroll outside on the road from Insti Main gate to ANC, I write this at 2:59 AM on 8th May 2009, Three years and 9 months since when I first walked through that road on 8th August 2005 alone, ya alone… for most of the students would come along with people around them to join their university for the first time, wasn't thatway for me, but I did get some good company from the bus to pilani from delhi, who eventually turned out to be my sidey and roommate. 8th August, because I was a late Registration candidate (Late Re's) floated off from BITS Goa's degree to MMS at pilani, now extinct as we walk out as the last batch.
This 8th of the month shall probably never come back again at pilani for me, certainly not 8th august; precisely 1370 is a number myriad enough, it's the number of days that have passed since, the boy with 2 small baggages on a rickshaw came in looking for Vyas Bhawan, supposed to be his reporting destination, turning out to be his abode for an year as well. Thirteen Hundred and seventy days after the day, he had a chance to walk alone again on the same road, he went till ANC and traversed the road back again, trying to feel something, he did, recollect a few memoirs of those 1370 days. Lovely they were, certainly, the best ones he got, & sweet she was, and so he wrote this post.
Adios dear road, adieu dear 8th August, & stay back with me, dear…."my memories of these thirteen hundred and seventy days"
