The dream comes true & I live it again

“Pure relations always return.”

I wrote this line for my recent ad assignment on a brand. The root for the thought was my affection for the place where I spent two most incredible years of my life – Kiams.

Never ever was I so excited for getting back to a place in my whole life, be it my home or even girlfriend’s houseJ.

What I had was a fine-looking thread of memories; what I could have was to relive them all over again. That’s the thought that took me that far (an 18 hr train journey, all alone), and believe me, the feeling was so..o..o strong that I spent entire journey thinking about how the next 18 hrs in college were gonna be. I’ll meet them, will talk to them, will shout in madness, will play on the ground again, will be in rotunda again, and will meet new members of Kiams and Blah... Blah… Blah… Couldn’t sleep until 4am; I think I went crazy that time.

Same autowals asking for 30 bucks (from station to kiams) as if I were new there, passing through those coconut shops, circle, MKL, all made me keep smiling, don’t know why. A new face was there at the gate, and that too smoking khulle-aam. Thought of saying something (giving some gyaan) to that guy but then just ignored, reason being my restlessness for getting in the campus asap and meet my best buddies without any delay. I knew my time was running by and I wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Kasam se kahta hu, had never imagined that kind of reception from my loved ones (all B12 girls & boys, honestly). It was lovely. You guys made my day, my trip and my life. Indeed, it was a life for me that I lived in those few hrs and I wished ye (18 hrs ki) life thodi si aur badi hoti with all the love and emotions making it pleasurable, memorable, incredible and joyful…… You rock (both B12 and all of those from B13, who I was lucky to interact with)!!!

The new batch seemed cool, though only few of them tried to interact. But those who interacted with us left an impression and if sample were the true representation of the original set, the whole batch might be good. Another truth that I felt was negative vibes of Ego & Attitude. That is there with every batch initially but it goes away with the time as interaction sessions come to an end. It never happened this year. I hope that you guys (B13) also feel and understand the sense of belongingness and intimacy among yourselves as well as with kiams, seniors and your extended family members (us). Just to tell how many guys I remember from the new batch, here goes the names that I could remember (hope I’ve spelled them right) – Prateek, Raunak, Mradul, Praveen, Umesh (the stunt riderJ), Mishra Ji (MJ), Abhishek, Swati, Kusha, Sandhya, Iksha (2^nd Arsh), Anupama, Sethulakshmi. Yaar aadhe din me issey jyada nahi yaad kar sakta, aur wo bhi bus ek mulkaat meJ. Many of them I remember coz they are now in my online friends list. (Out of sight, out of mind☻)

I stayed in my same old room # 246. I felt good when I came to know that Raunak, Prateek & Mradul from B13 have kept my room alive. The way Manish, Sameer, Vishal, Ankush and I used to discuss stuffs (u know!!) during initial days, it really felt strong and alive this time too (as it was a start for those three too). While sleeping on my same old bed I felt as if Manish would come and jump over me to wake me up and would say, “Saale tu so raha hai!! Yaha meri lagi huii hai. Kuch bata na bhaii kya karu……. Saala janta hu k kuch nahi ho sakta, par ssaala jab wo baar-2 ………… to fir se wahi sab sochne lagta hu.” Ankush and I would laugh like anything and then we all will tell him do this, do that and blah-blah. Vishal would share any damn thing that he used to bring to eat. And in that 3 hrs of sleep in my room on my bed I revisited all those beautiful little moments again. Woke up at 7 just to go for breakfast where I knew that I would get Ommlette, cornflakes, and pineapple juice (it was Sunday guys).

Don’t know how fast the time went by, and it was time to bid adieu once again. Still I had lots of things to do, I could not go for swimming, could not play squash, couldn’t go to gym, couldn’t shout and sing (hw could I with girls living on the ground floor of boy’s hostel and listening to every damn thing guys wud speak), could not walk in love-lane (I always wondered how it feels to walk down that lane with holding sm1 you loveJ), could not talk to lots of people with a relaxed mood with a cup of tea in hand. Unwillingly I picked my bag. I wanted to stay back but I didn’t, for what I repented later in the train. I don’t feel shy of saying that I cried this time too. The life was about to end, I was about to leave my loved ones, & my home. Metaphorically, I was gonna die in pain...

Luv u all… keep in touch…

P.S. - Luckily it’s friendship day yesterday….so, Happy Friendship day to u all…

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