Change is good! In fact it is very good. There is CCD, the night outs goes immense expensive. Some ice balls costs to many bucks even not under the roof. Are they healthy? Err. Pakistanis are fanatic – they usually take their snacks here at Café Coffee Day or the Café Coffee Night. Don't have any clue, right? You are lacking brain chap (or they??!!) Lasses are not any more restricted within classes. You can find them everywhere and every time. Wonder? Yes it's every time literally.
This is all about my visit to NIT this week - same "Agnibina Express" but not the very same. New generation loves to travel on couch 14 instead of the superstitious 8-10 ranges. There are lesser people, lesser hawkers, lesser mature ladies. Check the word mature! There is a girl might be of the 7th standard, she also couldn't escaped from the cutting remarks of them. Few things never change. The mini buses are still dealing with 5/- fare. But again something always remains same. The SBI ATM just in front the main gate was shut down. What shock for a plastic money holder, you can imagine. But love to see that same negligence.
The first night went in a hurry. Those long four years can not be recollected in a night. Do you guys know, in which room did I step up first? It was 207, hall 5. Once belong to us, now Shreyash is the ruler. I was caught up by cold here unluckily – what an induction effect it has. But the walls are painted greeen in fact the all residencies are renovated. Good job by any means but my insane mind was pondering over some holy craps. We lost the wallpapers of the Chakrabyuha. My eyes were soaked for a while.
Ban, Chap, Magi, Shoubhik Mishra, BRC, Anish, Chintu, Pallab all were there. Poor Chintu looks wretched. I found here and there the emblem of Indian Air Force - Ankur is so much excited. Shoubhik Mishra promptly arranged bed on the floor and was quite ready for some night gossip. Magi – the LC convener – were just waiting for the invitation. Jua, Jyoti, Venki, Shrink all had an excellent Verve. Pritam is getting magi-lo-maniac day by day. He even tried to insist me, but failed. Jua has been moved to god mode in creativity in these days. Their award winning short film makes me crazy. Best wishes to RJ Artworks. Time was running first. I was grasping the novel stories in ten mouths. They are just proving that Impossible is Nothing. The whole culture has been changed. This could be done few years back. The criticism and blame, whatever you call, should point us. Possibly lack of talent hindered us. But I must say that hats of to these chaps. It was 6 a.m. we moved to the bed.
Next day Jamai and Muri joined the party. The Chimpu Man was horrible. The myth I heard some famous Singh has been terrified always from him. Singh is no more king here. In couldn't visit the mess as I didn't want to violate the rules created by the diligent Hall Secretary – Trespassers will be prosecuted. No hard feelings dude. Debmalya appeared at very late evening with a red shirt and a mourn face. Perhaps he is missing his assiduous student and her respected mother. We visited the City Centre at the dead of night – it stands with a somber of a geo-metropolis. Maintaining the tradition, we got into some fracas with the security guards. The argument topic was nothing special rather mere snapping in front of Dreamplex. Chimpu and Jua were all enough to tackle them. Trust me I was no where within the scuffle. Perhaps the REC blood group doesn't exist inside me any more. But love to see this final year was engaging in these stuffs. After visiting the costly CCD (why not? they are already included in the Amazon family) we reached hostels at 2 am possibly. Again I found some hard time while skipping the boundary wall. Except Malya and Shoubhik Mishra everyone redirected to their own rooms. The traitor Magi also. We were determined to sleep hard within 2:30. But again as usual the God interrupted. This time He disguised as BRC and Anish. The recollection continues till 6 am. Huh!
Well the very last day went extremely tight for me. People are busy also for their class tests. I was just reminiscing about the last two days- which again send me back to the best days of my life. There are changes. There is no ragging, no dress funda, and no zonal issues; there is no one who scared of mythical Big Boss (we used to do sometime). The "Jhoops" are quite congested with girls. I even didn't see the General Secretary any where debating or commenting on something with a bunch of paper – perhaps he is also changing. But Kailas, Shambhu, Ashok Da, Rabriwala, Gobinda Da, Ghosh Da (the heck 7/- singarahs), Sriram no one has been changed except that boy with the soothing sound "Aluuuuuur Parota… Sabjiiiii….." – He has grown up now! But you know the most satisfactory thing is that everyone of them greeted me with a smile.
While returning all alone for the first time I was rueful – I didn't revisit the BCBABT hub – 123 wings, I missed the LH more, the simple but best Madhab Da's Canteen and perhaps some more. I am just misfit with the changing NIT culture. But the change is good. I admit. These two days was very short to attain the supreme bliss but long enough to drench my eyes for the second time leaving the NIT.
Love you all.
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Regards
Srinwantu
