So..a sort of new beginning...
2nd year was about to start and so,we went back to college after nearly 3 months(a very short period of time,I must say). We were to be allotted rooms in Halls 1 & 2. The beautifully democratic country that India is...people are very serious about obeying what purists call "official". And quite aptly so, we went early..giving a damn f*** to the official allotments...determined to forcefully occupy rooms of our choice...
Yeah...I am criticizing it...but lemme tell you guys...I myself was a party to it..I was officially allotted Hall 1...and I didn't want to stay there...I wanted Hall 2...
The confusion...the quarrels...the shouting and yelling...the throwing in and out of trunks,bedding,luggage etc...well...from a sadist's point of view...it was an ultimately enriching experience...coming close to beating what happens daily in our Lok Sabha...
But,totality lacks.Some people indeed stick to "official" allotments,especially if they've been allotted rooms of their choice.With the delayed arrival of those people,they brought with them the demon the boys refer to as "warden" and then began the clean up drive. "Unauthorized" occupants were driven out of the rooms and told to curl up inside their allotted rooms.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED,purists would say.
HAHA!!!
Fools!!!
Then began such a frantic round of boys moving here and there...and the kind of negotiations that took place..it would put those stockbrokers on the Bombay Stock Exchange and Nifty to shame and make them sit up and take notice. Exchange offers on allotted rooms,exchange offers on beds etc. BUSINESS MINDS,one must say. And the kind of trading that took place...it was like pure interlinking of multiple chains on the prisoner in jail....here the prisoners being Halls 1 and 2. Structures of complex network polymers would be much simpler to all this stuff.
REALLY,AN EXPERIENCE THAT STANDS OUT PURELY ON THE BASIS OF ITS ECCENTRICITY.
Now..
What was I doing all this while?
On the 19th of July,I had gone to the hostel to "book" myself a room in Hall 2. Ran up and down the stairs the whole day.Without much output,I must say.Didn't get a room.. I had to sleep on a bare iron cot in room 116. Luckily I had a half-pant in my bag which I put on before going to sleep. And the dusty,sweaty trousers which i had worn the whole day..that became my pillow for the night.I think I needn't talk of the kind of sleep I had,any duffer would understand that.Yeah,for the whole night,I had to fight with hyper-romantic mosquitoes who were hell-bent on sucking "red love" from my body.
The next day,I went back home in the morning,to pack my luggage and bring it back to hostel.
Me and dad set off for college in the afternoon...at around 3:30 p.m. I was driving the Splendor Plus .Dad was sitting behind me...with the luggage. We had just crossed Andal and were nearing the overbridge at Kajora,on NH-2. I was driving at around 75 kmph. There was a bus a few yards in front of me. Suddenly,it braked.I braked too..slowed down a bit..but maybe that split second delay was what couldn't bring me to a dead stop. The front part of the bike rammed against the skirt of the bus. And my head rammed against the bus.The corner of the steel cage of the rear lamp of the bus hit my forehead and split it apart..while my nose rammed against the metal surface of the bus.
Instantaneous bleeding. I felt a searing pain in my nose and forehead..and could feel the fresh,warm,blood trickling down my forehead and nostrils.Luckily,I hadn't fallen down and my dad,sitting on the back,was unhurt.
We came to the side of the road. Two other motorists saw us and came to lend a helping hand. Luckily enough,I WAS ALIVE.
Luckily enough,MY BRAIN WAS WORKING.
I put my handkerchief to my nose only to find it splattered with red all over. I came to college and was admitted into the medical unit.
The first thing I told my dad was "maa ke bolo na please"...
He showed me the bike.The indicator panel was smashed to bits.The headlight was broken. Even half of the key had broken and stayed inside.It was not possible to hide THAT from my mom.
He said "ashol dhakka ta bike ta niye niyeche....ar luckily pechone kono gari chilo na..nahole tui ar ami dujonei beche thaktam na"..
I HAD NO ANSWER.
Some of my friends came to the medical unit...Rohit,Dipayan,Santikari,Rahul,Rajdip,Prithwish,Ananda,Sayan,Ishan,Poulami and Sathi.
Support from friends indeed feels good. Neverthless, I had to undergo the pain of a stitch on my forehead. While peircing the needle into my forehead,the nurse explains "tomar chamra ta gondarer moto shokto". Freakish,just like me.I was given a nose pack to stop the heavy bleeding. Next morning,I was discharged,but had to report to the medical unit every alternate day for dressing the stitch.
Well, I went back to hostel.I was lucky to get a good room for myself in Hall 2. Though its a room beside the bathroom,it isn't smelly and all. Nice,jolly roomies I got...Saurabh Kumar and Kunal Singh..both from ECE...
So,that pretty much sums it up...lets see when I can come up with a new post..
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