The NIMC Times Part 5


And apart from rumors and having your share over the blog sphere, jokers landed up in the mess just to stand in queues throbbing with more jokers that sometimes got extended taking U turns on special occasions. But then it was management all way, Shushanto’s never cribbing attitude, his supervision over your meal and on that second helping. And being noble the way Hemant Da quenched our thirst. And all this filled up with Manoj’s cheerful gaits.

The skeptical and the controversial pranks, nerve biting if you could answer these, the blowout of eggs inside Registrar’s office and who scaled the Cellular Jail? History repeats these legendary moments that had controversial elements thriving in it. Be a star and plan more on such legends.

Let’s reincarnate the night safaris when jokers leaped on for the search of the reverberating stillness or the adventurous beams of the joyful city that gave them sovereignty of Indian freedom to their heart’s content. And what more do you want than those paranthee with that onion sprinkled with the patent red salt without which the meal was of no spice. But always there were a few who would check you in this puzzle of the GP hunger for which they’ll make their way through and knock with their filling to one’s content. And the joker’s loving devotion and his daily crave for his stomach for which he made with his clan backed by the loving comradeship of our own domestic dogs. And to continue with the safari, following tram lines that guided us the routes of the well known Kothari and of the GOC. Well past by pavements and advertisement stills that got better of us and got deserted as we passed by to nowhere. And as we marched on by our aegis and saw Victoria’s night secrets in the limelight, you well got ready to play the mischief of outmost wit and excitement. From flashing in your high zooms to enjoying the packed food in the open Maidan, and why not flash down the road reflecting flickers that were solar charged. But trying to get on to trailers was an evergreen achievement for jokers, not to mention the upsetting up of the road dividing barricades with PC vans just yards away, and then doing the high jumps over pedestrian grills opposite GOC’s residence. All ends for a total aatank that has in it gratifying pleasure and a good night sleep.

Your control over anger and your fist over the rest, something that makes you wise in nature and fiction. And what a loving college it is, where tranquility has its own stake, assurance given of no brawls or the wrestles in rooms, well you name it and they could start of on the way to GP, on the edges of BBC, outside the TV room, under the Hard Rock hut and why not inside and outside the placement cell that involved the skeptic murmur blistering with one sided agony. Not to mention when jokers planned out hacking the node through which DRC sent so many greeting cards!

And lately as the spring gave way to time and relativity, jokers had time disposals for the Orkut virus. A fever that’ll bring us all close scraping, u bet!

Though I’m bailing out of the heavenly NIMC zoo, I give your word that I’ll shall drop by now and then and be inquisitive about my alma mater that shall reiterate me to catch up with the mist of the times gone by.
Auld Lang Syne; to the times gone by!
Adios Amigo!