Life was like that (in JNU) :
When life gets too monotonous that you have nothing new or interesting to share with your friends and in your desperation you cease to keep in touch with them and chose to keep a low profile... it is time you should at least look back at ‘Life’s like that’ or, ‘Life was like that’ in my case and get a life- a new lease of life even though it’s got to do with a little brooding about the past.
The memories of ‘Life in JNU’ never walks passed me without making me laugh at myself, giggle, nostalgic,heart twitching etc… but without any room for regret, the only regret I have is I couldn’t be around at this moment to share this in person over a cup of chai. If wishes were horses I’ll ride it, even if I don’t know the art of horse riding one bit.
There is a place in the campus where I once took a girl to… No, it’s not PSR! It’s the most unlikely place to take a girl to but then, to me, it was like Archimedes exclaiming ‘eureka!’. That was the time of the year when the sky is clear; close to what Lord Byron befittingly described as “cloudless climes and starry skies” (The poem: She walks in beauty like the night).
As if she’d never seen a football ground in her entire life, I took her to the stadium (football ground) & take a walk with her, infact we run amok like kids and finally lie on the dry green grass in the middle of the ground and watched the night sky above & ofcourse the noisy boisterous planes every 3 mins.
I remembered I told her that it’s amazing to look at the night sky as it’s so enormous, vast & wide that we humans become pale in comparison and whatever problems and complain we’ve at present suddenly becomes insignificant w.r.t the ‘jaw dropping’ master-piece of God up above. I’ve no idea why I confided that to her… may be to escape the awkwardness or stupidity involved but it helps keep the conversation alive & going.
And I also told her about one of our match against FSA now, ISA and how I almost raise my ‘dhaai kilo ka haath’ and tried to hit Khalid, a bulky black guy towering 6 foot something inches… I must have had some balls to even think of that but to be honest I was on the verge of saying “take this!”( dhaai kilo ka haath blow) as often seen in Super heroes comics. Thanks to that Khalid never forget to say hi! henceforth whenever he sees me.
Our walk around the campus doesn’t end there… infact, I took her to almost every nook and corner of the campus. Ring Road, Mahanadi-IIMC border, JNU Cave; Name it you’ll have it…even to the least traveled west gate ( a gate u'll never see open) , in Paschimabad, leading to Nelson Mandela Road, opp. Emporium with her friend… that’s where my plan to show my ‘pole dancing skill’ went kaput. We ended up having a hearty laugh though. Those electric poles leading to the gate were not made of iron beware guys! It’s made of rubber and when I run as fast as my hairy legs could carry, take a leap (of faith) and grab the pole I went flying another 3-4 feet in the air and had a mighty crash on the ground with the other half of the pole in my hand :D
