rolling on in IIIT-A

We carried on into the routine of IIIT-A by the next morning itself and I formulated my own routine to cope with the it. Getting up at 7:00 AM, having/skipping shower, putting clothes and running towards mess for breakfast. And then a flying journey in Subi bhaiya’s bus for NSC, where we have our classes.


And at the end of the day we used to return back by the same Subi Shumaker’s drive.

Professors introduced themselves along with their courses. I was happy not to have Chemistry in curriculum. We got into labs given computers and to write our name along with rollno and some other things. It was our first assignment given by Mr. KK (to whom we later started calling Khuni Budha!!), our lab instructor.

The same day we saw tow of our girls (“our” means B2K4) in very interesting “Popat” dress. Green and Red traditional salwar dress, with plenty of oil in hair and two chotis with red feetas. Later on we came to know this was their ragging dress code and we too will be having funnier version of same to follow in a matter of one or two days.

Well the next day something happened very unusual. We saw a girl in our hostel. Hold on!! what’s happening here. Had someone forgotten its a boys hostel ? She was in jeans and top, holding first floor’s railing, giving just her side look to D-block and looked very pretty with her specs. But who she was? Sister of some classmate? She turned her face and….well I have seen her before. She turned out to be our classmate, one of the same girls in the morning. Stated to be sister-friend of Sudhanshu, again our classmate and came with him itself. This was the first, and in my knowledge the last time when we saw any girl at Naini.

Some ticks later on the same day I met Parag. Chirping his Kanpur coaching experience and his school’s stories with Uttam and others. At that time we didn’t had any clue that we have given our head in a honeycomb and we have to hear endless stories related to his 69 roommates, his unique friends, Shyam ji and Mohan ji (warden of Parag’s school hostel). And even worse each story repeatedly for endless counts. He was just giving a glimpse of these that day. He later turned to be our event manager for all the parties; deciding budget, day, venue, time, hosts and even menu sometimes.

Don’t know when but one day very soon; in the way to D-block of hostel, I saw one of my classmate entertaining some of others belonging to same species. Wearing up-collared red shirt, he was depicting about how beautiful the girls of his school have been to crown the beauty contests and listeners were having no options to agree him. After all he was from Bareilly, city of Miss World for year 2000. Whimsically in a bit later conversation he connected himself with her. How she has been in the same coaching, obviously in batch of higher standard, how she had been the backbencher, flirting the boys and how pleasant it was to see her in the same place you study in. And even more whimsically listeners were totally agreed with him asking more about the beauty lady.

Well yes! I just met pushpit above. You have to believe even if he claimed himself to be president of U.S. He could influence any one. Anyone mean any one. Smart, Intelligent, fun loving, understating, always ready to help in his own way, innocent at heart and attention seeker. Always wants to be superior form his vicinity and honestly speaking, in most of the cases he has been.

And even deadly he was sharing a room with Parag. Now come and challenge them. Parag’s extreme examples will perish your challenges in a splash.

The days were going well. I was feeling College life and in turn college was feeling me. I have been started changing. Got converted to middle bencher from front one, started hitting abuses in between the talks, cracked heavy jokes, wandered nearby places with friends and bunked the class of Probability and Statistics for first time (what if that was unintentionally due to unavailability of timetable).

We started frustrating for different reasons. Early morning notices and then late night meetings for the same at hostel lawn were in flow. We had meetings for every damn weird topic. Even for “why there are too cobwebs in the bathroom” (as if spiders were going to change their mind after B2K4 meeting). We were felling the breeze of IIIT-A. We all were making friends with no clue how many of them will remain intact in the end.

We started knowing what it means to be called an IIITian.