Good old time.

It was the first time I was away from home, away from my parents, I was 17 years old then. Life unexpectedly took me away from Mumbai, asked me to settle down at Paralakhemundi,Orissa. I didn’t refuse, it offered me no choice. I was sad at heart, morose over the thing that I landed up in such an engineering college-JITM. I look back now,after 4 years,I know how wrong I was to hold those dreadful thoughts and enter my hostel-room. Suddenly things changed, life opened up,brought in surprises. Endless nights spent in a senior room entertaining him ( please don’t ask me how?), long queues in the library to get hold of a Boylestead or a Kreysig, eyes trying to search pretty girls in boring lectures, formation of a big-gang which rested under the gulmohar tree right through-out the evening holding samosa and aloo-chopp plates( yeaa the payments to the samosa-fellow was done when we passed out as engg grads !! ),small fights over a game of cricket, protests held because the only pretty madam was made to resign ( just kidding, I dnt remember the hunger-strike), the celebrations during Holi where the shirts were torn right in front of the girls hostel ( yeaa..i know what u r thinkin, they never came out ), numerous picnics at waterfalls near the hills behind the college, the nights spent playing cricket in the corridors,from watching korean romantic movies to mallu movies ( not the adult ones alright  ) to the early morning Runndevi Puri-sabji, the drowsy walks to the wash-basin and dashing to classes without bath, permanent occupants of the last benches, famous as the late-comers, a mad attempt to study everything with 12 hours to go for the exam, hiding those hand-made cheats in toilet sinks, dancing in those processions with the intake capacity of 4 litres of bhang ,boozing till the exam results came, and boozing after the exam results ,all of it would form memories.Memories of friends who clung to each other, cried in joy and sadness, today are distances apart, but still a common thread would bind all of us, these memories. I love you,JITM.
Cheers,
dipankar