Spring Fest 2016 Continued - Akki's Hope

... 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...!!

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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

Waiting "Hoping" for the best on the last day of SF !!!

Good Night !

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For Akhil, Gute Nacht :P !!

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Spring Fest 2016

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. --