After the whole ragging sh*t that recently happened, the new hostel rules had come in :-
- No entry outside the college gate after 10 pm
- No switching between hostels after 11pm
- If you fail to mark your attendance for a week, you are thrown out of the hostel.
9.55 pm: After a repeated calls, they showed up. RP, " Jagga aaya huahai, checking ho rahi, Jaldi chalo".
10 pm: And we managed to exit the college in the nick of time.
First, The Model-Town Lake-MnM was vehement on visiting the place and assured it to be a great hang-out place during the wee hours.
What we were greeted with was, dirty water, dead fishes floating in a countable number, unchanging & inactive surrounding. All we did was, curse MnM.
What a start..!! Scr*w you MnM.It was already around 12 and we left for CP to have the famous kadhi chaawal. And indeed, it was toothsome. The paapad, salad was all too good. Lot of people had flocked in.There WAS a lot of movement in th air.
Then we headed to the McD's. It was sweltering hot even at that time of the night and who would restrain from an ice-cream.A great relief and as always, all the cr*p talks engulfed the place soon.
1.20 am and we were off to The India Gate.
You WOULD have celebrated your b'day getting beaten up in the classroom, Fair. Or the hostel, still, Fair. How about India Gate...!!
Although the crowd was scanty but right in front of the patrolling guards I was lifted and my a** was destroyed. I mean, I thought Batak enjoyed the whole thing.
After first few kicks and sensing the TROUBLE ahead, I gave in. Afterall, I can act, if the situation demands ;). But I wasn't let go all that that easy. They lifted me again, and Mr.Mikey thrashed me with his chappals. DJ had newspaper rolls in his hand which was showered in no less number. Again the football-kicks, which I had initiated on Batak's B'day, were returned back in full favor. But after a few, extremely unmerciful kicks, I finally surrendered.
While I still lay on the ground, Batak had purchased a Baloon-Ball from a local seller. I somehow managed to regather myself.We played Volleyball. The yellow line in the centre of the the road joining the President's House and the India Gate(yes it does.. you din't know that did you?),was made the 'net'. We were divided into 2 teams. The Half-Naked and The Non-Naked(lulzz).
Everybody was dripping with sweat, when 2 policemen called out for us. "Complaint hui hai, kuch bachche udhdhum macha rahe hain", one of them said. While we(still some of us half-naked..) were tackling with him, A chevrolet car had drifted on the road across us at a very
high speed almost killing someone.Luckily, since none of us was on a fag or booze and that they got involved with the car case, we escaped.
3 am in the morning. We were at The Comesum. MnM had adviced, " you could see pretty girls there even at this hour". So we HAD to go. No pretty girls(but the one in purple ;)), not even the complete menu-items available, no entry to 2nd floor. Well Done MnM. Scr*w you again MnM.
After a coffee each, we were off to Kashmere Gate Bus Terminal. You can get yum paranthas even at 4.30 am. "bhaiya achchar nahi hai, makhkhan bhi nahi hai" announced the waiter. Phew.!! Yea, Yea..got Fu**ed up again. It was already 5.30 and after a resentment by some, we(I and MnM) still wangled everyone into agreeing to go to Gurudwara Bangla Sahib.
The panache
with which you wash your feet on entering, cover your head, do a parikrama of the Holy Book, watch LIVE fishes maneuver in the open-bathing area, an unparalled aroma,absolutely everything felt so appealing. I haven't ever been to a Gurudwara earlier so I enjoyed the experience even more. After all the hick-ups since the beginning, I was glad tha it came to a reminiscing end.We reached Back safe and sound..!! All in all It was a sweet Melange of a whole lotta things.
This wasn't obviously an all-perfect outing. Did you also get fixed up in situation full of comedy of errors. Or you planned perfectly?
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