Walking down memory lane
I still remember the journey from delhi to sikar ( I met bathwal for the very first time) … I kept thinking duniya ke kis kone mein hai ye college. I had joined college, my most ardent wish to spent college outside of Orissa (btw I wanted to be far away from home , just saying).
The first thing that anyone notices for Mody are the immensely lengthy walls that surrounds the immensely huge college campus, like no way in hell, one can break out from here, so don’t even try you sons of bitches (oops wrong gender to shoot). So if you are even trying to imagine, you won’t find guys in it except for the highly talented phd fail professors who are as nice to look at as your next door unemployed youth who u wish doesn’t give u rabies or something.
Obviously, there’s the hugely well crafted gate which parents just ogle at or well if you go inside just a bit, THE MESS, or whatever. Well, this is the place the gals and mind you loads of them (they say it’s a 1800 seater and they are hardly wrong in that department) eat or more importantly eat onion less , odourless, colorless vegetarian food.
It seems how can I miss the place I so well hated in the beginning. Well, that is the irony of the whole life, isin’t it. People come and go, you start drinking alcohol, u see the meaninglessness of growing up, you keep going back to the people who keep breaking your heart (fuck the human race twice in the arse or as they say, bottoms up). The innocence of the times that we left behind, well lets not cliché it.
So , they say , its history , 2005 was the year a gal entered the freedom that her parents were willing to give her 11s2 , 10s1, 12s2 and again 10s1, these are no of hostels I have lived, (to make matters clearer, 11 s 2 is the 2nd building in 11th street). Living in a 7 seater with a set of weirdos (who are now well behaved boring adults or as they claim), going to stupid classes where baju walas make a point to wake you up in case drool passes on to them (I know… things people think!!!!), waking up and pushing the limit to enter a clean toilet(April Fool banaya, like that’s even a possibility), reaching the mess at 8.20 and pleading with the locked gate to magically open. Mind you, The Mess is reminiscent of Hogwarts Mess and magic worked here too sometimes- The umbrellas disappearing from the bag room , milk magically appearing when most passionately asked for from Kalu Bhaiya, mango dolly on Saturday evening and 2 gals kissing openly (In India; who knew Mody would be a frontrunner for a more Open and inclusive India).
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