NiTC : My Story ....:: Episode 3 ::.. The Golden Age

Life was all fun in the first year. It made us together, the vegaland trip gathering all the people.. etc made it interesting and the compromise talk made on politics in the end of first year proved we despite our differences can stand together. Then came the hostel allotments. The Group which had a name reminding that of the thing used to lift some items did ironically occupy the top of B-Hostel and those who were “tharas” occupied the below part. There was indeed division of wings... But the whole point was since there was option of choosing room then instead of like just choosing a hostel now, each group had its own areas and there was a little segregation but we all were fine together. We enjoyed the presence of a common room among our rooms. The room of X &Y . But the whole point is we had the hostel just for us , “the mallu 2^nd years” as in NiTC Lingo... My room was a bit of great room. With a symbolism of unity among our group,i should say, politically. We were from actually different political views. Rare but it was fun. This can well be called the Golden Age. And the initial part of that is what i call...”The Best Days of my life”.

Telling about the golden age, For any group or dynasty that ruled the part or a small area in India always had its golden age. Everyone has a humble beginning, The rise to prosperity, and then always there’s a downfall. For our Group, the humble beginning was in the first year, where we gained trust and friendship of the heads of Ragam and main people in the then third year. May be there was a thing of alternate year psychology or the liking always exists between alternate years. Our just seniors were never the favourites of the third years and hence we rose unlimitedly. The Rise reached its podium when the then 3^rd years become final years and with our help, they could rise to power with full panel being elected. Then our juniors had just come and were insignificant and when we who defined the year under leadership of Mr.G, was in support of the people who stood for “let no external party be here” almost unanimously. So with our supporting seniors in full panel power, and with just work and no responsibilities we could easily say “Hakuna Matata” in swahili. So life was fun. Then we had a power in college no one would oppose. We were the pets of final years. We were in power. We were unignorable, since a united year always was power according to the laws of politics that existed at NiTC then. We were so undivided and united we could challenge even the final years and we did do that. Whether everybody understood or not, it did create a small gap in between the years.

We enjoyed the golden age a lot and it was really fun. We did have a lot of liberties. We were the life blood of college then. So i call it “ the Golden Age”. We did make something happen. Then another thing that was our characteristic those days were the reason for the decline of the group. That cannot be understood now. It will be mentioned later J. We had no responsibilities and had a lot of work those days and life was so much fun. There was Christmas with a Carol conducted by us, just like there was first year onam feast for our year, but this time for the whole college. There was Ragam 07 which was really big, second in dimension only to Ragam 09. Then there was new year trip to Goa, which i missed because of the serious side effects caused by too much enjoyment. Then there were nightouts just to put a counter poster in reply to what the other party had posted against us. A poster made with great effort and spirit. Then were marriages of sister’s of friends which we went with great excitement. There was a lot of excitement that which we celebrated when we all were together in one Hostel. That was a feeling that made it great. It was never like second year again. There was difference in rooms, difference in hostels when we moved on.

Then about our togetherness and greatness, didn’t i tell once we did challenge the final years, The issue was “Fours”, the fours tournament conducted by final years, and was usually won by Final years by hook or crook. That was all about the Spirit of Participation, like the Olympics founder said. But then we expected our seniors to be a bit more inclined towards us since we were so good friends and brothers. But it happened otherwise. In a game of the knockout leg, the whistle blew just when a final year team were ahead, and the team that lead most time before did lose. We ddint expect this from our seniors and we protested and we were send back into our hostel. But i wasn’t much interested because i never like two of my friends fighting for whatever reason and on one side was my seniors whp were like my elder brothers who did mentor me and helped me, and on the other side was my friends and year mates who were also that close. Then talking about quarrels i would quote the dialogue from the Malayalam film “veruthe oru bharya”... “Nammal manushyanmarellam swantham thettine nyayikarikunna vakkeelanmaranu, ennu paranjal mattullavarude thettu valuthakki kanikkunna midukkanmaraya vakkellanmar”..(We all are lawyers who justify our own mistakes, smart lawyers who blow up others mistakes in order to justify ourselves” there was always mistake on both parts..

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PS: All characters appearing in this blog are real individuals. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely intentional. This blog only pertains to my views and it is certainly biased. But these stories i will be true to my conscience and will only be as i know it. It may be wrong from somebody else's view. I might have glorified a lot of things that may seem bad or undesirable those things are those i love and i might have missed somethings that i should have, maybe that is not important to me.. may be i have loathed a lot of glorious things, that will be the things i hate , but I am not at all ready to change my views and no complaints shall be entertained. But real suggestions are really welcome. Anyone is welcome to comment on this and if there is someone so pissed off do whatever you want, I simply don't mind. Tell me your opinion. Also please comment on my blog. Just i want to know whether somebody has actually read mine :P

PS: @quest: I know you are reading.. this tym i would love to have somebody else too.... :)