A long time ago, when the world was young, me and Babe (pronounced: baa-bay), after going through a certain blog of an IIT-B guy, wished we could write a piece with similar opening lines: “Sipping away at this heart-warming coffee, surrounded by an aroma that tingles…”. And then, Lo and behold! the news of a CCD in Roorkee, crept up to our ears. Soon that wish transformed from a doubtful myth to a tangible structure on the highway, not too far off from the insti. I remember that session of Watch Out editing/formatting; me and Babe caught hold of the first opportunity that came our way, and made a beeline towards the CCD on the pretext of easing our hunger. Trudging our way, taking turns in dragging along Babe’s behemoth 17” laptop (which surprisingly enough was used for every purpose except gaming), we found our way in, masking our delight beneath a pretence of cool indifference.
Right in front of us was seated the elven-eyed beauty, who was soon joined by the inseparable Ebony and Ivory – the awesome threesome! They were accompanied by their male friends too, but henceforth, we shall pretend we never saw them! Babe, unfortunately for him, had been facing along a totally wrong orientation (strictly directional in the sense). That was all the better for me, as I could happily chat away with him, keeping an eye (two was more like it) on the trio. I consistently filled up Babe on the details, he was missing sorely, not out of a sense of sympathy for the fellow, but to revel in his misery. Needless to say, the blog that we were supposed to write for the mag never started as the laptop never left the secure confines of the bag!
This tale is now a memory of my past: just another stoppage down the memory lane. And between then and now, my world has changed – carved afresh in shifting sands over what seems like eons. I look back sometimes at the footprints in my wake – mine and of those that walked with me – fading away fast amidst a storm of myriad emotions….
Why this story?
Coz this incident is intricately connected to my life in col: it has a good friend, a sponti plan and a good setting with a couple of good-looking girls thrown in for extra measure. It is about WONA and the joy found in the seemingly less exciting jobs it meant. Plus this was an unfinished draft that I thought was the time now to finish off. A closure of sorts.
