Location : Somewhere in MS hall.
Date : The date when our first and last Software Engineering Lab took place... :P
Akki : This SF is gonna be the best ever !!
Watch me attend the dance workshop with a girl..;)
Me : " Pyaar Mohabbat Dhoka Hai... Code karle beta mauka hai..."
I just can't understand your immense lust. You waste considerable amount of time on tinder and
omegle, but to NO upbeat result. You know, 2 pages of "Mein Kampf" twice daily can certainly
improve your motivation and kill any molecule of love bacteria breeding in you...!!!
Akki : You talk shit.. Rubbish.. "Me Kam.." or whatever it is, is applicable only to hard-core nerds.
I am a highly- developed, power- beamed, blessed and high- functioning STUD !!
The love I carry in my heart is enough to even melt away Hitler !
You gotta watch me roll on the eve of Spring Fest. This SF is gonna be the best ever !!
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So I begin this illustrious tale of immense HOPE and motivation, just like the season's wrath decomposing into the gleam of a new growth, Spring.
Spring Fest, the largest Techno-management...
Oh ! Excuse me...
Spring Fest, the largest cultural fest in Asia...
Wait !
What's Mood-I then ??
Let me play it safe..
Spring Fest, the largest cultural fest in Eastern, Central, Northern and Southern India, is a time for rejoice for all people crushed severely under the hammer of engineering at just another one of its numerous concentration camps, IIT Kharagpur. Although not obligatory, people leave their worries at their halls and Nalanda Complex and step out to delve into the mystic world of immense cultural opportunities.
Legend has it that no maggu ever steppeth out of thy wormhole, but nevertheless, the halls seem desolated except for the occasional retreat of perpetrators of moral crime and innocents seemingly distressed and broken from fatigue and exhaustion, just like I am today..:P
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It was evening.
A rather cooler one.
Opportunists found it obligatory to frequent passes through and around the SF registration desk where a multitude was gathered.
Ironically, I and Vaishal had a chore at hand. The Switching Lab assignment had been terribly undone and as a consequence, we had to spend that day at the Switching Lab, just adjacent to the lush and decorated SF arena. Still not able to fix the fuzz, we stepped out rather broken and disappointed.
We made out way to our halls, amidst crowds gathered with HOPE in their eyes; hope for the next 3 days to come.
That very evening saw us preparing for the "wonderland" ourselves. Anurag, my team-mate and neighbor, had witnessed the excitement of Akki, the formerly introduced stud, and Krish, my other neighbor, for the Day 0 action.
It wasn't until we were sufficiently late and hopes to even get a seat in TOAT were demolished, we made off for the destination. Regulatory gate-checks and greetings saw us finally enter the theatre full with teeming millions of India, metaphorically, except ofcourse for the fact that the gender ratio was severely skewed...:P
We made off to the top tier and descended the stairways just close to the hut and occupied a seat (a rather rare one though), but with the payoff that the view of the stage was somewhat obscured. "Somewhat" it was, and hence, certainly better than standing. We were later joined by Tejas, my buddy, and saw the event take a scarcely entertaining start. The DJ was certainly what we had expected (ofcourse we had the schedule) but not what we actually expected, as in, the quality.
But it wasn't long that our buddies were met and the department was reunited inside the theatre. Conversations began.. Laughs escalated.. And attention was more on the fairer sex just alongside us rather than the stage. But soon, the shit on the stage elevated to some respectable levels and we found us witnessing an Assamese song festival live.
Ankit, the star from Assam, was fetched and dance commenced. People had little worries in life but they were certainly forgotten in the immediate air of excitement and fest. It was only after the curtains were drawn that we hopped out of the arena for dinner. But in some of us, the hunger was not only for food... Akki was one of them.
The grass hungry people left soon afterwards never to be seen again and the food-hungry ones gathered just later at the Gymk. Heads were counted, arrangements made, rules pronounced, privileges granted and soon we were in midst of the entertaining and capturing game of Mafia.
It wasn't until 2 am that we agreed to part ways, just to meet again on the same date.
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Again, MS Hall.
Me : Ground gained, brother ??
Akki : Negate that. But we came really close to our aim. Tomorrow is that night. Tomorrow will I
be officially proclaimed the King of Tangerine Valleys of Love. Thou shall'th cede thy
knowledge of history in my foot as I'll show Hitler the power of one-sided love..
Me : All the best buddy for your endeavors. There'll be none more happy than me if you succeed..
( to myself ) Oh watchful protector, mind this lad... I don't see it end well any soon.
Gute Nacht freund.
Akki : I don't even formally know English... WTF was that..
Me : German. And mind you, it was intentional..!!!
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DAY 1. Spring Fest, IIT Kharagpur.
Mornings had never been warmer for the past few months. I woke up to the sun soaring above the head at around 10 am to see Anurag's door locked ( although, it is never rare ). Soon, Krish followed my suit and I caught a glimpse of his bed.
To my utter astonishment, he wasn't sleeping alone...!!!
-- To be continued --
-- Mind it. SF is still on. --
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