Graduation Party
There are some days in your life which you want to forget badly, days of rejection, depression, and days where you felt like your world had come to an end. And there are days, which you could never forget. There are days, like April the 16th, 2006.
I left in the afternoon, for the arrangements for the grad party had to be in place way before we started. Jain, Gera joined me and we pushed off to Vishwaratna Hotel in silence. When we reached there, nothin was in place, and boy weren't the worksmen lazy out there? It took a whole two hours to get the sound system in place, and the arrangements of the chairs, with a banner way back which said "Class of 2006". No doubt we rockk !!!
The party started at arnd 6:30 pm(IST), with Nainwal and Gera awarding away what they called the batch Oscars !!! The commotion shook the place, and little kids wandering out entered the hall, surprised to find some guys with huge bottles (which was apple juice kinda stuff), nevertheless they enjoyed it as much as we did. Guys (and gals) were called up on the stage, and were asked to do things which could only be associated to them. In all, it was an hour effort in humoring us all, and was worth the work that went in.
And then came the personals and the graffiti. All of us were given a white tee, and had to scribble what we felt for one another on all the tees. It was fun I swear, esp. when everyone drafted in to say what little or what more they knew abt each other. Suddenly, hell broke loose. It was a pandemonium of sorts, guys drank to their full, and chaos ruled for quite some time. Urged by the desire to booze this one night, I took a shot at Vodka and beer. Wasn't too bad after all. But then I remembered that I had to stay sober, given the conditions that prevailed around. It was fun, more than anythin' else, and though some people did end up fuming at the situation around, one must say, it was all in the game. Dinner was promptly served, and thanks to the disorder and confusion, quite a few of them had to leave hungry.
The aftermaths was all to see. Broken glasses and beer bottles, chairs stuffed up with puke, dancing guys prostrating before one another, and amidst all these, the organisers pacifying the hotel manager. For time to come, these events would be remembered for sure. And then, the time had come when we had to move, the guys helping each other to our transportation, thus symbolisng the batch spirit we possessed even when in an "inebriated" state.
As I conclude, I would love to remark upon this feeling within us, that come what might, we would not be able to hide the truth we all ever had. And it was this truth that did come out each time I spoke to everyone out there. These 4 years had been wonderful (save this month, which I expect to be cumbersome, thanks to the academic pressures and the emotional breakdowns), and we all would have cherished it immensely. And yet I feel that the time I had was less, for at the end of the day, I see that many want to know about me, as equally as I to know about them. And as aptly put by the drunken friend,
" Yaar, yeh IIT ki zindagi sirf chaar saal ki kyun hoti hain, das saal ki honi chahiye !!!! "
I left in the afternoon, for the arrangements for the grad party had to be in place way before we started. Jain, Gera joined me and we pushed off to Vishwaratna Hotel in silence. When we reached there, nothin was in place, and boy weren't the worksmen lazy out there? It took a whole two hours to get the sound system in place, and the arrangements of the chairs, with a banner way back which said "Class of 2006". No doubt we rockk !!!
The party started at arnd 6:30 pm(IST), with Nainwal and Gera awarding away what they called the batch Oscars !!! The commotion shook the place, and little kids wandering out entered the hall, surprised to find some guys with huge bottles (which was apple juice kinda stuff), nevertheless they enjoyed it as much as we did. Guys (and gals) were called up on the stage, and were asked to do things which could only be associated to them. In all, it was an hour effort in humoring us all, and was worth the work that went in.
And then came the personals and the graffiti. All of us were given a white tee, and had to scribble what we felt for one another on all the tees. It was fun I swear, esp. when everyone drafted in to say what little or what more they knew abt each other. Suddenly, hell broke loose. It was a pandemonium of sorts, guys drank to their full, and chaos ruled for quite some time. Urged by the desire to booze this one night, I took a shot at Vodka and beer. Wasn't too bad after all. But then I remembered that I had to stay sober, given the conditions that prevailed around. It was fun, more than anythin' else, and though some people did end up fuming at the situation around, one must say, it was all in the game. Dinner was promptly served, and thanks to the disorder and confusion, quite a few of them had to leave hungry.
The aftermaths was all to see. Broken glasses and beer bottles, chairs stuffed up with puke, dancing guys prostrating before one another, and amidst all these, the organisers pacifying the hotel manager. For time to come, these events would be remembered for sure. And then, the time had come when we had to move, the guys helping each other to our transportation, thus symbolisng the batch spirit we possessed even when in an "inebriated" state.
As I conclude, I would love to remark upon this feeling within us, that come what might, we would not be able to hide the truth we all ever had. And it was this truth that did come out each time I spoke to everyone out there. These 4 years had been wonderful (save this month, which I expect to be cumbersome, thanks to the academic pressures and the emotional breakdowns), and we all would have cherished it immensely. And yet I feel that the time I had was less, for at the end of the day, I see that many want to know about me, as equally as I to know about them. And as aptly put by the drunken friend,
" Yaar, yeh IIT ki zindagi sirf chaar saal ki kyun hoti hain, das saal ki honi chahiye !!!! "
posted by Ghurram at 4:54 AM
1 Comments:
hehe .. what happend to the abusive language??
Post a Comment
<< Home