Exams ... via ... Holi

“Arey, come down..........Rajiv.....Dhruv......”, seniors called from the lawn.

Rajiv: Come bhaiya, come on Dhruv.

Me: Ya, coming.

Some of the seniors were engaged in handling Live and Mobile Orchestra issue and some of them were trying to grab the sweet as much as possible without being noticed. This was ‘Holi Milan Samaroh’. We, i and rajiv decided to go with all other inmates.

Rajiv: Sir, does it contain Bhaang?

Senior: No dear, not much.

Me: Abe, throw it. We have to write papers as well.

We started our journey at about 5:30 pm and visited KPUC hostel. It was a halt, just halt. Lalit and rajiv were companying me. There we met with all our batch mates and then moved to WH (Women’s Hostel). Each and every senior was super – excited, as if they were going to get some chance to play holi with inmates of WH. In the way only some of the seniors jumped on girls going in rickshaws and threw gulal inside the cars, but thanks to one senior who threatened them to stop all that nonsense. Every senior was showing their mobile and in response they were getting flashes too. But after some time they were shown chappals from terrace. One senior was kept standing on the traffic platform and he had to dance continuously. One was robbed off clothes showing his white frenchie to all Darshnabhilashi. I got little jerk from inside and felt the smoothness of bhang. Suddenly I started speaking English. One of our hostel batch mates, Rajiv Mishra (M.Sc. Physics), got a small glimpse of that audio. I was flying in the sky wondering what to do. This was supposed to be the longest stoppage and we proved it. Somehow the crowd moved ahead leaving some persistent students. We reached back to DJ via Tarachand, PC Banarjee, Hollande Hall, GN Jha, AN Jha and Sir Sunder Lal. Before entering DJH one senior exclaimed that we had forgotten on non-university hostel mend for girls. That hostel was on the road going away in front of DJH and it was owned by a policeman. As soon as we turned to the gully to greet girls, one senior inspector warned us. Every senior was back on the road again, but some of them started calling bad names for policemen. This worked as petrol on the sleeping fire. Everyone was running including me, rajiv and lalit. I was still under the bhang stroke running smoothly. As somebody crossed me i thought i am the last one in the queue, so i started running zigzag. This was an intelligent step because i was doing so to avoid bullets from agitated policemen.

Me: hahahaha.......two days to go to d – day...............and three nights.

Rajiv: Will you please be shut up and have dinner quietly.

Me: yes, why not....................why not.

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This was my first exam in the University. I was scared. In my exam hall there was a student (d/o university staff) getting lot of moral and desired support from the research associates guarding us. It was quite discouraging to any other scholar. But i took it positively and started lengthening my body and eyes too; but all in vain. Probably God was planning some pleasant platform for me via thorny ways. I discussed all papers with others and found myself upside down. That year we had five papers on consecutive days. After the exams everyone was planning to leave for home.

Rajiv: Ok then, bbye.

Me: Bbye........Happy holidays.

Lalit: Bbye....take care and enjoy.

Bhaiya: Hope to see you all soon. Bbye.