great university

We are living in a place the so called shrine of knowlege, the knowledge which can not be completed without the basic principles of humanity, though these principles vary from person to person. I was astonished even shocked to see the young people who are gaining knowledge here are not having the basic emotions as to how to respect an old man. I can not tell the whole story though Muskan knows it. Due to severe pain in my tooth I woke up early that morning (11 May) to distract myself from the pain I went for a walk and sitting at gate no. 1 of the university, I heard a strange noise near English department. I rushed there and found an old man almost under the tyres of a Sumo or Scorpio, I was unable to check the number. And the persons in the vehicle were scolding the man for not looking around. There speed was near about 90 . The man was sitting on the road and was crying . The vehicle was gone without paying any atteintion to that person. I insisted the person to go for medical aid in PGI but he was ignoring. Perhaps he was reluctant because of the shortage of money. I helped him to get on the scooter of a person passing by. The MAHAN persons were or are the students of our good place, the peak of knowledge. When I was at the lake on that night with the rest of the group, it made me to loose deep in the waves of the water that was clogging against the rocks like that person in the darkness of this so .............. society. Finding his true place starting from the lap of the fertile mountains like from his mother's lap. How can these type of situations be avoided? each blow of the cool air was whispering in my ears and I was unable to answer. Perhaps I am doing my job by writing this message .

The evening itself

Muskaan sent an sms at 7:25 in the morning. A change in plan was suggested. Instead of dinner we could meet for the lunch. Few phone calls were made here and there and we finally decided to stick to the original plan.

At 4:57 another sms by Muskaan. Pritika was still not informed.

I reach the adda by 5:30. I am the only one there. After some time I see Ravinder coming. Soon after Pritika reaches followed by Bhartesh and then Michael. Muskaan and Nishu reach. few pictures are clicked and we are set to go.

I hope the other guys tell the story from here onwards ...

Planning an evening

Most of the gang finished exams today, only Bhartesh has some left. In fact he has to go to Delhi to write one on the 12th. Meanwhile we are trying to squeeze in a get-together. We are meeting tomorrow. Still not decided where to go or what to do. Anyway let's see what the mood is tomorrow at 5:30 as we gather at what Nishu calls our adda. A dinner is certainly on.

I wrote in Muskaan's slam book, though she wasn't too happy about the length. She expected me to have written more. I was saying something about the economy of words but she shut me up and gave me a practical lesson in word thrift.

Ravinder wrote too in that same slam book. But he also couldn't escape being a victim of her ire. What he did wrong I leave to him to tell.

I have Nishu's slam book to write in too.

Look(ing) ahead in hope

I am trying to get a hang of this collective blog and I am excited.
This morning Muskaan SMSed me that I should fill the green sheet (?) of her slam book with a long piece. I am excited about that too.
Last evening Ravinder and I had a nice chat over dinner at Ginza. From Rang De Basanti to Narmada Bachao Andolan to William Blake. The final thrust for this blog came from that conversation.
Looking forward to meeting all you guys and spend a long time.
Nishu suggested that we should go for a movie. I like the idea.
Priyo has gone to Manipur to write his exams. He will come back after about two months.
So the rest of the gang, Bhartesh, Muskaan, Nishu, Pritika, Ravinder and I should meet.

Getting started

A blog like this is perhaps what we need as we all move out of the indulgent confines of the campus. It has been a precious year and a half. Let's keep going on!