Soliloquy unleashed

It was the last day of college. The final formality was being carried out before leaving the college premises. The certificates deposited at the time of admission were being retrieved by the students. He was also there queued up in the not so long line for the last time of his college life. As he gathered his certificates from the counter and turned to get out of the line his eyes met a face so familiar that it did not even take him a moment to recognize it. He had known this face. He had admired this face. He had adored this face. He thought of smiling at her and offer a “Hi, How are you?” But then something refrained him from doing that. Silently he moved his eyes off and moved out of the queue to his waiting friends. He asked his friends to carry on and assured them of joining them in a few moments time. He never dropped an inkling of what he bore on his mind. He was often accused of never ever divulging his slightest of feelings and keeping his secrets veiled. He chuckled at this a

July 2006….The placement season was catching up but the four Ranchi lads were talented (or should I say lucky???) enough to have got jobs early in the season. So they could afford to relax. The group had been together for the last three years and so they had thrown a grand party at the infamous Madhuvan when they got placed. Their sole aim of getting into BIT was fulfilled. They had jobs in their hands. Now they were in no mood to do more of those studious works which involved attending classes and doing PROJECT work. Unfortunately it was not late when the BE Project was imposed upon them and they were told to choose a guide and topic for the Project. A week’s time was allotted to them to finalize these pre Project deeds. Lazy and carefree brats as they were could hardly manage to find time to sit down and decide on a project and guide. They were busy partying. Finally when they were inquired upon by the Professor In charge they were left speechless. Eventually a topic and guide

There was something that was making the 2 nd yr Mechanical guys overwhelmingly exhilarated. The new faces were beginning to come in sight and evenings and class breaks (count that as the full day) were being spent at the RMC. Wondering what is RMC? Well it has a public name as The Royal Mechanical Community, but actually it opens up as the Randwa Milan Chowk in reply to the Piya MilanChowk (PMC). Randwa is a term used in BIT and many other colleges to denote the guys who don’t have girlfriends. So actually it encompasses the entire Mechanical branch barring a few exceptions. He too was there. After all he was a mechie to the core. Just when he was about to get back to the hostel after finishing off the day’s chores (analyzing the new female faces) he came across a face he had seen earlier. “Oh I know this girl” he uttered and turned to find that all his friends were looking at the same face with those licentious eyes (u can’t blame them, mechies yaar-it’s in their blood). And wh

June 2002, sky was overcast with dark clouds and as they say weather not at all fit for cricket. But Team Samsung was least bothered. The 2 nd half classes for them were held at the Mecon Stadium and the zeal of the team members in attending those classes was worth noticing. For the people, Team Samsung was the 3 rd row of the morning Computer section 03 of DAV Shyamli-A bunch of sports fanatics who had all the excuses in the world to bunk classes and play cricket. The overcast condition was enough to mete out despair and chagrin to any cricket fan. Team Samsung had other plans. Football fever was catching up with the world cup euphoria at its acme. So someone came up with a brilliant idea” How about playing football?” Unanimity was not that difficult to achieve and it was a matter of a few minutes when stage was set for the action to begin. Teams were formed. Strategies were a bit difficult to form as little did they know about the soccer skills of each other unlike cricket.