11/14/2006

The NIMC Times [11th Part]

…Sliding away project reports that fortuned a free manuscript, the slippery pathway to the Mess premises during the hush rainy hours of serene substantiation, hit trying to let lose the empty locker backed with a fifty percent success rate, unwinding everywhere in just being critical to the point of understanding the better off shuttle raptors, the road less traveled along the rear of the Garage to the much talked about M block and thus escape from monster drunkards or the famished patrol parties. Ready with the cracker burst raptures just about anywhere, with gleaming binoculars over shelters that prospected a better view especially over tree tops, diverting the drizzling room leakage, evening times when only the media collection guy was for your lookout and all you could do was to postpone the payment even more. Morning observations from up above that involved parking the stimulated two wheeled image next to Eva's and wait with whoops of horse power for the lady to appear downstairs for the next move. And ever wondered who was still to arrive in the taxi coming in from the scene? And just before the lecture commencing, you would run to the dictator, Bhatta Sir and file your complaints, from bathroom fittings, electrical switches, shock in water pipes, non-functional geyser’s, water problems even though it overflowed that very morning, about mites in bed and weren’t you eligible for the discount voucher just when he realized that you were 25! There were something’s that you couldn’t buy, for everything else, there was Bhatta Sir!

And after hours of discussions and sipping mugs of tea reclining on the kitbags, little were we aware of our very own alumni, serving. Little did we then know about our enthusiastic JOSH and their one step up, fervor for duty? Gallant minds in close proximities, to where we then lay talking so leisurely, being critics to a thousand things. Dozens of us, who left for good, where they too cherished the times, now serve to their finest.

Ever wondered as how much NIMC can be of trance to people outside Calcutta who may be reveried to its daydreaming even during nights? They probably walk the talk alone now, gobble GP’s presence and are devoid of sleepless nights.

They came in to this transit, explored its' nook and cornered its sight seeing, discovered the unexplored, bunkers with foxholes, managed the grueling and praised the non-sense, surveyed to the upper limit and investigated the undefined, the NIMC way.

At the drop of an excitement, lingering in hoards in evening for the placement results, and thus jubilations became celebrations, rejoicing became partying and in true spirits of the NIMC Times, the happier became the merrier! Years may wrinkle our skin, but our enthusiasm shall never wrinkle our souls to revert back to the times gone by!