The cool breeze brushed across my face as I looked into bamfal’s eyes. He looked pale, his eyes bulging out in awe as he saw me laughing out loud at a joke I had just cracked, although it is another matter that not many people found that funny. Harsh and Pushkar were giggling. The lights in the distance looked like fireflies, hanging in mid air as if to fetch us the divine and pristine quanta of joy, which we gulped like the enchanting stream of life directly flowing from the heaven itself. Bamfal was making funny faces, not being able to listen to him in the endless giggle from harsh and Pushkar, gulati now joining them. Bamfal was trying to put some sense into what I was thinking for the past two months and had poured out in front of them just then. He always enjoyed giving an alternate course of actions on any given idea and he also thought that he was always right. Ironically, he was…okay, let’s not go into that. The cold breeze again gushed across my face and through my clothes, which were filled with cool air, which blew in this beautiful night, every time making me curse myself for that the fact that I had not come here sooner. We were on the hostel roof.
Easily demarcated as the highest point in the hostel area you could reach (the highest point is the top of a staircase, again in the same hostel as ours, but you can’t reach there without risking the ability of yours to walk ever again), we felt like being in heaven. The fun loving bamfal, the ambitious a.k.a do nothing- gain everything Pushkar, the tell-me-how-to-waste-time gulati, the tell-me-what-to-do harsh and me, the typist were there, wondering where our life is now, landed on out hostel roof this very night, accidently bumping into the well known legend called the contractor. His name gives me a scary feeling on the lines of the train master, from the movie matrix revolutions and his innocent face and a full happy dent smile gives me jitters that I might end up mistaking him for an innocent boy. He is one of his own kinds. His rotund belly, an unusual sense of humor, his taste for books, his lack of girlfriends, his friendly behavior, his ideas, his presence, his childhood (you know what I am talking about) and his hairstyle are all class apart. He was the first person who scared me as a senior, but the first one too to make me realize that seniors can be very good friends. More on him later.
The cool breeze was all I was thinking about when bamfal again interrupted, contractor had gone by then as he did not want to or rather could climb to the highest point, and I was left still feeling the breeze. All that he said was not at all audible, but then he said something that caught my ears. He said something about the notorious pirate of the forbidden seas, the person who we do not fear but feel pity for, the one who wants to kill both of us and he is coming for us, desperate for a revenge for unknown reasons, who changes sides like a brinjal in a big flat plate does and who thinks he is good for everything. He was talking about a cheesy person, once given a title like this by me. I do not hate that man, if you would call him that, in fact he is a good friend, the one who helped me a lot, but he has gone out of control, lost his wiring. More on him as well, later.
Now, when the night had grown darker, the breeze cooler and his words more inaudible, I could feel a churning. It was a churning of my thoughts as they flooded into my mind from an unknown land. That land was forbidden, with only a one way door. There were times when I had this fantasy to know everything that there in this world to learn. Now I do not fantasize that. I just hope that I learn the right things. I have some things that no one has and many things that only a few people have. I curse to be in IIT, but actually, deep within my heart, I know that coming to IIT was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I do not generally think this way, but I know this is the right way to think. And soon, I realized the cause as to why was I thinking these things? It was the breeze.
The breeze again filled me with a stir, an unconditional feeling of surrender, especially in this weather of scorching heat where the only thing you strive for is cool and cold. I thought of beautiful trees, a ship similar to the Flying Dutchman, a large piranha fish, an elephant, a spaceship, my water jug and my laptop’s keyboard as I stared at the clouds in the sky upwards lying on the concrete floor. It was a heavenly feeling. We drank limca, with ice and it was fun. But not much without the breeze. The breeze had some magic. The churning became louder and I realized that I had to go to the toilet. I came downstairs.
And all the way in the process in the toilet, I was happy. I am happy since then.
Easily demarcated as the highest point in the hostel area you could reach (the highest point is the top of a staircase, again in the same hostel as ours, but you can’t reach there without risking the ability of yours to walk ever again), we felt like being in heaven. The fun loving bamfal, the ambitious a.k.a do nothing- gain everything Pushkar, the tell-me-how-to-waste-time gulati, the tell-me-what-to-do harsh and me, the typist were there, wondering where our life is now, landed on out hostel roof this very night, accidently bumping into the well known legend called the contractor. His name gives me a scary feeling on the lines of the train master, from the movie matrix revolutions and his innocent face and a full happy dent smile gives me jitters that I might end up mistaking him for an innocent boy. He is one of his own kinds. His rotund belly, an unusual sense of humor, his taste for books, his lack of girlfriends, his friendly behavior, his ideas, his presence, his childhood (you know what I am talking about) and his hairstyle are all class apart. He was the first person who scared me as a senior, but the first one too to make me realize that seniors can be very good friends. More on him later.
The cool breeze was all I was thinking about when bamfal again interrupted, contractor had gone by then as he did not want to or rather could climb to the highest point, and I was left still feeling the breeze. All that he said was not at all audible, but then he said something that caught my ears. He said something about the notorious pirate of the forbidden seas, the person who we do not fear but feel pity for, the one who wants to kill both of us and he is coming for us, desperate for a revenge for unknown reasons, who changes sides like a brinjal in a big flat plate does and who thinks he is good for everything. He was talking about a cheesy person, once given a title like this by me. I do not hate that man, if you would call him that, in fact he is a good friend, the one who helped me a lot, but he has gone out of control, lost his wiring. More on him as well, later.
Now, when the night had grown darker, the breeze cooler and his words more inaudible, I could feel a churning. It was a churning of my thoughts as they flooded into my mind from an unknown land. That land was forbidden, with only a one way door. There were times when I had this fantasy to know everything that there in this world to learn. Now I do not fantasize that. I just hope that I learn the right things. I have some things that no one has and many things that only a few people have. I curse to be in IIT, but actually, deep within my heart, I know that coming to IIT was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I do not generally think this way, but I know this is the right way to think. And soon, I realized the cause as to why was I thinking these things? It was the breeze.
The breeze again filled me with a stir, an unconditional feeling of surrender, especially in this weather of scorching heat where the only thing you strive for is cool and cold. I thought of beautiful trees, a ship similar to the Flying Dutchman, a large piranha fish, an elephant, a spaceship, my water jug and my laptop’s keyboard as I stared at the clouds in the sky upwards lying on the concrete floor. It was a heavenly feeling. We drank limca, with ice and it was fun. But not much without the breeze. The breeze had some magic. The churning became louder and I realized that I had to go to the toilet. I came downstairs.
And all the way in the process in the toilet, I was happy. I am happy since then.
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