Yesterday, don’t know what happened, an idea cropped up out of nowhere in our minds to visit insti top at midnight. We were idling around after the House Day of Jwalamukhi Hostel, and finally went up to the insti roof after much persuasions to many of my friends. Our bunch of young men and women, showing their gymnastics skills in trespassing the closed gates at the insti top atlast found the place worth for all the efforts they had put in. The breeze blowing was romantic and adding to the romance was the bright moon-light inducing inertia in our eyes. Dancing in our own rhythm, we were feeling at heaven. But things don’t always remain as simple as it seems. Our joy was evil-eyed. The culprits behind our short-lived joy are the ones who have enough power to make us dance in their own kind of DISCO(DISciplinary COmmittee). They are popularly known as GUARDs(as if a south-indian guy is pronouncing GOD). Their heroic entry induced adrenaline in many of my friends, somebody’s heart pumping blood at twice the rate, somebody’s mind working at a wondrous pace to provide excuses for our great deed.Of the seven of us three of my friends fled away(flight from fight, but not for long).Surprisingly, I was quite calm because somewhere deep inside my heart I was assured that nothing serious is gonna happen. That’s probably because I was a bit more experienced in breaking the rules; having already dated security officers earlier when I jumped over the hostel gates at 3 o’clock at night after watching that torturous movie RGV ki AAG(Friends thanks for all your sympathy for me for having tolerated that torture). Waise, insti top was not too risky especially when there are no boundary-edges at the top of a building of ten storeys and its assured that if u get a chance to have a peaceful and instantaneous death, it’s undoubtedly the best option.
Coming back to the story, we four followed our able leader, a guard; providing him the best available excuses. He lead us to the king of ‘em all : The Security Incharge. He fired us with questions having no patience to hear our explanations to them. And to add to the spice of the scene, we were asked to call the three of them who fled away…lol…God does not spare anyone(GOD in this case is equivalent to the Security Incharge)..Anyways coming back to the point…when you do mistake there is remorse….which was quite visible in all our eyes; our able acting touched the heart of the GOD and he forbade his mercy upon us…asking us to write an APOLOGY LETTER and bestow them with our prestigious signatures(which he will store forever and will show to his grand-children for sure)…He warned us for the last time(though the time when I was jumping the gate, it was the last time too)…This not only provided us the opportunity to make our name and entry no. famous but also our hostel and room no. to be in those prestigious pages. Just coming out of security in charge’s cabin…we maintained a sorry face until we went far away from the cabin and found nobody near to read our face when our sorry face suddenly sprang up into a mischievous one…..we had a naughty smiles on our face and a deep underlying sense of achieving something great...out of this world…And I said, "Maza aya yaar", and all my friends reciprocated to it saying, "Sahi mein yaar"… a couple of ice-teas at NESCI brought us back to our ground level…and Shirshendu describing the whole incident in his superb gestures - full of expressions, added flavour to the ice-teas….
Now 6 in the morning, with the morning sun glorifying my whole surrounding with its funny light, I sense a tingle whenever I remember about yesterday. It is an experience which I will cherish the whole life…unless I have an attack of amnesia…
P.S.The photo displays the entry of the Insti Roof...It has to do nothing with the yesterday's event..it is just added to make the whole description more vivid...The fence remains closed at night and we jumped across this fence.
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