Living in the Past

I move down the steps, open the gates, move to the car, put on my goggles, put on the songs and slowly move out on to the beautiful and butter-like road. All the ingredients of a normal college day. The time is over 9.00 A.M so I am, as usual, going to miss the first lecture.

The goggles are a bit hazy, so I remove them to rub on my T shirt ..Tie.. why am I wearing a tie on my T shirt?

I park my car, sway the bag over my shoulders and move towards the building.

There are high chances that the Prof. was 5 minutes late, as it is the case with first lectures especially on Monday mornings. And 5 minutes is too much time for the whole class to get out of the lecture room, make it to the canteen and have our own attendance there. Some brave souls would be sent to the get the ‘absentees’ from the lecture room.

As I enter the building, I expectedly find a Pin drop silence. Yet another mass Cut. But wait. No one is absent. Everyone is there. But no one is shouting or throwing chalks or paper planes. I get a wry smile before a sit and open my mail box.

A pop up informs me of the meeting. I collect my notepad and pen and move towards the conference room.

“Only 1 bat. Where’s the heavier one?”.

“Which ground today?”

“Where are the Damn Hostellers. Still in bed?”

“Bedi, you will come 1 down!!”


“Sidharth, make sure you close all the bugs by 1.00 today”


“No! I want to open today”


Lunch Time. I am sitting at a dirty table and half broken chair devouring the tandoori aloo parantha with a bucketful of butter on it. It doesn’t satisfy me, so I shout at the top of my voice and call for another one.

I wave at my colleague standing 20 meters away but He doesn’t see me. So I call him on his mobile to show where I am.


Its 5.00 PM. My gang tells me the evening plan. We will be gathering at the usual meeting place – which incidentally is my house. Then a visit to the plaza on the bikes, a round at the ‘Geri Route’ on my car, then going for some gapp-shapp(chit chat) at lake, finally a chilled thick chocolate and night out as my friends’ parents are out of town.

A sudden requirement has come and I will have to complete it by EOD (End Of Day)


My mother calls asking about when I will be home.

“It will be a night out”, I tell her.