... continued.
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 got a glimpse of his bed.
He wasn't sleeping alone...!!!
He was sharing his bed with Anurag !!
Anurag had been in one of his grand- old tempo swings that night and in a rather uncanny sequence of events, dropped his room keys somewhere. Lacking a duplicate key at his disposal, he found shelter in Krishang's room; with Krishang being generally nice.
With no questions raised on the conduct of those two pious souls, we started formulating strategies to see through the crisis. Algorithms designed.. Questions asked.. Proofs shown.. Finally, the most viable option was seemingly obscure but rather straight-forward. BREAK THAT LOCK APART..!!!
Instruments were fetched. Efforts were delivered. But the lock was just like some of our esteemed professors, unyielding and adamant.
Finally, a formal application was drafted to get official help.
A pen is mightier than a sword, they said.... Well said..!!
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The day was rather unplanned and the things I did in the afternoon are curtained ( not to be confused with, censored ) to comply with the code of conduct during fests. Shrey and later, Madhav are better candidates to help understand the scenario.
In all, the entertaining day interspersed with specks of enlightenment was quick to get over and I found myself back to the same place, same time and with the same person... yes, Akki.
Me : Its SF buddy !!! You ? At room ? This early ?
Wasn't it supposed to be the greatest eve of your rather uneventful life ??
Akki was quiet.
His always- brimming glass of optimism seemed to be empty.
His eyes were drier than the Atacama.
The body was tarnished with invisible blots of fatigue and despair.
He didn't say anything further still. Just passed his lappy towards me...
I was shocked to see what I saw. Not just because it was something really intriguing, but also something that is officially and legally banned in several countries.
With trembling hands and gasping breath, I read it aloud - "HEIL HITLER" !!!
... And then I saw Akki in tears...
The hope was certainly and truly dead...!!
The hope was certainly and truly dead...!!
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DAY 2 - Spring Fest IIT Kharagpur
A good and deep night sleep is instrumental in shaping your day ahead.
I had enjoyed my share of sleep to a better extent that my compatriot and friend, Akki.
Feeling sorry for his broken heart and my inability to provide him much needed consolation the other night, I invited him for a game of CounterStrike. Krishang was quick to create a server and soon, there were 5 players around.
That was an honestly fantabulous investment and the best thing to happen in SF till then (for all except Anurag, ofcourse ).
Evening found me compensating for my pre-prediction crime; I had the responsibility to make Akki enjoy SF without confronting him to girls. That was difficult, but the fact that there were so many non-core SF events which were truly entertaining as well.
Take stand-up comedy for an example.
It is not about jokes.. But all about some random guy with just one motive viz., try to show how stupid he is or how fucking unfortunate things happened to him.
How to do that ?
Well you just need to ask, just take some selling story and fit yourselves in it..
/* Oh wait ! I now realize wtf is this blog seriously...:P */
But those are actually the things which make you feel better.
You get someone whose life is more complicated than you.
And that person still has the courage to confront the audience who has come just to laugh at him.
Such were my thoughts when we reached Kalidas Audi, but to my utter disappointment, other people had greater and more-urgent issues in life as the thousand capacity auditorium was filled completely with people arriving before time.
/* "before time". Reminds me of something... "Maggu" was it..?? Yeah. */
So, finally that dejection brought us back to the arena.
Arena was resonating with loud music and there was absolutely no reason to hold back.
There were people with whom I danced.
There were songs..
There was food..
All in all, the only thing I remember after 3 hours or so was how exhausted I was.
And the only thing I thought, how to get back to safe haven. ?
Walking along the Schols Ave had never been more solitary and tiring.
And the rest is present.
The reason why I stayed out of SF and wrote this blog.
Perpz was my motivation, seriously of all things...:/
Akki is really de-motivated as of now. The dance hasn't made him any better.
Krishang is coding.
Legend has it that Anurag's room is still locked.
Pate has been unheard of all this while.
Baba Bhagwat is on a higher level of abstraction that this... ( See his FB page "Being Bhagwat" for insights ).
That's all from this side of the campus.
Signing off with love for SF,
Vaibhav :P (as if you didn't knew all this while)
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PS- "Hope" is a great impact-factor. Just because it is being depicted as a factor in the losing side here, doesn't mean it always does end up there.
Hope can move mountains. That's my precise philosophy on it.
PPS- SF is not just about this sadist stuff. If you are genuinely interested in having quality time, it is a golden opportunity. Kudos to the organizers for such a treat.
Disclaimer -
1. No Akki's were hurt during this process.
2. The department was dirtied and washed countably infinite times since SF began.
3. KRSSG rocks, always. #Gymk_entry :P
Good Night !
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For Akhil, Gute Nacht :P !!
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