Prologue:
“It is noon, and several incidents happening from yesterday. Petty issues, but affecting me profoundly, don't know why, or do I know, but afraid to confess? How will it end?”
27th Evening.
It was just another heavy day. Classes, as well as project work going on full swing. Got out early from project, to enjoy with, and give a treat to, a bunch of close circle of friends here in NIT. None available; none picking up calls. After ringing several of them several times, I was enriched by the knowledge that the girls are sleeping, and the boys were out somewhere. Some hush-hush planning going on for my birthday celebration, I guessed, but by night I was convinced it was not. In any case, the evening was gloomy, and I kept cycling randomly for long hours. So was the night in spite of the cake and birthday bumps and all. Loud party music with drinks had never been to my liking ever.
28th Morning.
In class. Out came a whole bunch of books. 4 in total. The titles significantly chosen from keeping my life in NIT, my untoward association with several incidents, and several pranks we still continue, in view. But it was to me as more of a shock than surprise. Stunned. And somehow a sad feeling from the harmless lies the day before took over me. The feeling propagated to friends as well. And the eating out plans at lunch gone spoilt. And I am the one to blame.
28th Noon.
“It is noon, and several incidents happening from yesterday. Petty issues, but affecting me profoundly, don't know why, or do I know, but afraid to confess? How will it end?”
28th Night.
Lots of phone calls; lots of sms transferred. And we were out for the evening snacks and dinner. This was the first time I was to try some proper restaurant in Dgp. All we were to before this were dhabas or small food joints, other than the KFC. This is when we all came to know that there is hardly any place serving buffet, and also we came to know that all restaurants hold a NIT student’s discount. The first place we tried, the ambiance commendable, but the kebabs precisely not so. A bit of roaming around, and to another place for dinner. Now, the food was fine, but servings were late, and we were almost shouting to waiters since we have to return to hostel within 10. The last 10 minutes to the limit saw 3cycles racing frantically towards the campus on a chilly night.
Conclusion.
Of all the twenty-six 28th January I came across so far, if I filter out the ones I spent away from home, this was the most eventful one till date.
P.S.
A lot is intentionally missing in this post. Will add if time and mood permits, and so does the people involved.
All incidents are true, but opinions are purely personal.
Never intended to hurt anyone.
I started writing this in my mobile on 28th noon
itself, and had no intention of completing or publishing the post; if not there
was this request and motivation from someone very special.
