Someone once told me to have "dreams" for me to reach new heights in life… I was heeding the advice of this great visionary when I was rudely woken up by a sharp knock on my dorm door… "Machchan, vaada sappadalaam"(C’mon man let’s go eat).. I think it was the voice of my good friend Arvind Jaya (known widely as Dramatics, much to his dislike and for which I take full credit) that made me squint at the alarm clock on my desk… 0700 hrs… I gathered myself, still staggering as an after effect of the late night movie routine, to the bathroom and got myself in shape for a good meal at the good old mess. When I registered my surprise on my friend’s new early routine, he was quick in comforting me by saying he had yet to sleep for the night.
Barely had I walked out of the mess after what I can only term a near death experience (severe malnutrition- as in Ethiopia and Somalia) that I ran into Lux (better known as Lakshman), another of my good chums from the land of the muggus, who magnanimously promised me a session of cricket coaching that morning. When I joined him on our hostel cricket slash football slash etc. ground, waving a hi to Walunj, another kind/jovial creature that resides on my floor, I heard a wild shriek and turned around a little too late to see the pail of green water that was heading my direction… Crap… it was HOLI today, wasn’t it….? Well, it was at this point that Lux abandoned his cricket bat in my hands and ran at full speed to the nearest room to hide… apparently he doesn’t like his face becoming a spot of canvas… well, who can blame him..? So do many people…
The holi mood was just setting in, with the guys coming at each other with lots of colours in their hands, and many blemish less faces arriving from theirs rooms to be painted on. It was then that the gang( not anyone in particular, just the bh7ites) decided to call one of its well-respected and popular members, Babaji (less widely known as Sahil). Well, as I told you earlier, he was one of those types that don’t like to be a human doodle… so, there was a big hue about "holiday spirit", accompanied with some rotten-egg bursting inside his room...the guy didn’t budge, though… Well, you can’t blame the guys for trying…
So, the guys from Boys Hostel 7 (BH7) started off in a big (I mean it) group, off to, you know, spread the joy… I am happy to announce that I was part of the group. We trampled off to the main building, hitting BH6 on the way, to meet some seniors from BH1 and 2...Well, it was quite a sight…It was around 1030hrs when some bloke thought it would be a good idea and a new tradition in BITSGOA(forgive me, but I hate calling it bitsG for some reason) to tear (only guys’) T-shirts or whatever ppl were wearing that morning to shreds, and some other guy thought it would be funnier still to hang those tattered remains on a lone tree standing near our workshop building… Well, let’s just say we had a lot of campus cleaning to do before the next day, our inter college fest, WAVES-07… cheers…
