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Alas the night before exams, and all through campus, never would they pray, for the last minute knowledge would fray. Readying up the miniature crap or the final recap, of the copy in hand and the notes disband. Most were quite sleepy, for one thing that was authentically worshipped, but none touched their beds, as they were for tower heads. Out in the taverns, a few were still drinking, and hopeful that the liquor would loosen up their thinking. In your own lovely block, you had been pacing, and hoping to pull across for all that you would soon be facing.

Sessions in mess and leading brats that bundled for us, the macho image with legs on the table and fags to fiddle with that created the dysfunctional and giddy environment of putting us through of playing a step or land up washing that smile. Whatever it was, till late did one realize the fact that if one’s not in any club, he be a member of the Sport’s club.

And the late night badminton matches, that swerved your reflexes to shot in the nights, and flood lights to shoot in the sexy shot. Or the never-ending TT, not that session time T-TT, that was table-less and racquet-less that you could start off anytime, anywhere backed by a lovely Hindi commentary but the one that went over-night over days and that one ever enjoyed.

Not to mention those train journeys that quite relied on your “Outstanding…Standing Out”, and when you stepped down for an intermediate halt to realize the rush in black. When reservations in hand took care of us unreserved and when you dozed off in turns to get those gossips a break from the conversation so sought after. Only then did you cross over from coaches to convene the others of making it all a small place.

Whether it involved the bashes or any fine moment of your fine inquisitiveness backed by the majority to play the nerve-biting bumpy strikes of awful soreness, and have the PEPSI for you, as you would feel the heat and that feel of becoming extinct, ‘cas as always, you made sure of releasing that sufficient pile up of the Gibbs free energy and play your turn for which others got bitter annoyed and you, bitter satisfied. And when the search was on to find the missing B Boy, you peeped on the terrace, had patrols on the field and in blocks, in every nook when all you knew he would march in from the Command, were he tortured and given that ecstasy dose!!

And the late night creativity confinement towers on bed, whether it involved a dozen or that reverberating thud that would send across a request to Bhatta Sir for a new one. And those technical pranks that gave the anti-G body upliftment [Thanks to Priyavritt Malik], wherein you could sore in your courage to play your turn and get all pasty concoction on you in no time. Lovely Exposures!

Times when Pakistan gave way to our triumph in the most talked about cricket matches with the overcrowded TV room that continued with “Andhere mein nikla bhoot, Pakistan ki………”

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Get-together at GGN...
Venue: Avon Tandoors, GGN Date: 24-3-06


MBA 4 - Saket Prabhakar, MCA 2 - Nishat Mohommad, MCA 4 - Akshay Chikara, Adarsh Brar, MBA 6 - Vijay Sheron, MCA 5 - Jaggi, Suyal, Kharbanda


If only you had come from Pune crying "Jab mein na…pune se aya than na…", knew about nostalgic legends that would create history or were you aware of his presence on Alumni days…Saket Prabhakar, someone grateful to start off with attendance for BBC sessions. Accompanied by Suyal and Kharbanda, who were receieved by the PCQuest future editor-in-c, Jaggi (Java). Fun thrilled, open aired, comesome 'cas that's something that builds up for the total show of it all….Soon came in Chiku (as we called him), the super lovely tuodda Brar and the life threatening Sheoran, for whom everything was less and screwing was the best. And did Sheoran came hugging to Saket Sir as he first did in TGIF, Priyas….And soon started off what you would all happen to believe, the HIGH spirits of our well being, Chiku~~Kharbanda PLC talks, Jaggi~~Sheoran crusades, "Kaise hai tu" re-iteration, and the evergreen fables of the same lovely place. And not late came the global impact, Nishu Sir (as they called him) and the table started trembling soon enough for which giddiness and ecstasy had taken their tolls. Sheoran took the better off on the Raseele hooth and Jaggi backtracked about him not complaining to Chako….lol…'cas when it comes to "Ho payega boss" or "khel ja" will you be a position to define it correct…Picture these…

Sheoran was sitting with Nishat and Bhuppi in the evening, just when they started having Vodka and soon they saw the Warden coming right towards them…sand started staring at them…they said..Sheoran -->" maam aap aa gaye??" she said…" Khusboo to bahut achhi aa rahi hai"…Sheoran -->" maam pani hi pee rahen hain"…She said…" Mere naak to kuch aur hi bata rahi hai". Nishat said..."Mam aapki naak hai to thik hi bata rahi hogi" lol…they went and Warden stared and said ----" Fluffy Lets go"

And the famous "My Balls" episode. Vivek Talik(title so coz he was always found high), Khera and few others were smoking away to glory next to lockers. Chako came out of the mess entrance next to LH2 and that very moment the drag was passed to Malik, cacko saw him smoking and cried out loud "Bloody Disgusting my balls"…and saying "Do you think I'm a bastard" Malik, Khera and gang started laughing...chacko left without saying any other word...lol

Playing basketball at night 0200 hrs...after heavy drinking...the only thing was that the basketball was personal...and not of the college…and came wardy and told us not to shout so much...and play quietly...After that Sheoran asked for a pass from sethi...instead of giving a pass..he went solo and missed the basket..he went directly to sethi and shouted loud....f***** why didn’t u give me that pass..he said i never heard you ..or even saw u shouting…he said....don’t u know i don’t refuse to whatever maam says.. she said play quietly...so he said that softly.. she told the chowkidaar to get the ball.., just then Brar told the chowkidar to piss off as that was a personal basketball...warden asked the chowkidar ..didn’t you hear me...what i just said...unki kyyon sun rahen ho...mein kya bol rahin tum ko samagh mein nahin aa raha…Brar said...mein tere ley loonga dada agar tune ball ko haath lagaya to…all laughing away to glory...lol

And the common prank…when we used to have those official gathering with red carpet and those directions for different places...Sheoran and cafu always used to point that toilet direction next to CR2..towards Chako's office...lol

And as we left while taking caring of the HIGH spirited Jaggi, not to mention of his annotations, as he said using EJB and his U-turns on the way home, was I being directed by someone who was everytime trying to overpower…lol…and we being followed by Saket Sir and Brar…and then Brar had to eventually come and get hold of Jaggi in the rear…and as Jaggi called us to move towards Kiddherpore…lol…and as we reached Nishat Sir’s place…where Jaggi was finally put to rest by Nishat Sir kissing him goodnight…as he broke down to sleep well…oh boy..one hell of a time….!

And yes, as for Saket Sir...he’s yet to learn about such demo type nimcians…

Super Lovely!


[with inputs by Sheoran]

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Just past dawn the cellular jail…

the sun stands with its heavy red head…in a black stanchion of banyan trees…

A long day in green pastures where I too spent my days grazing…

Hosting and feasting on every green moment.

But as its eleven and the darkness calls…calls to one and others reply…

With whistles by one and others on the learn…

I walk away into the Panchuri's night,

Swinging the little tin bell of my name...

So much takes place in no span; and much of it comes to you from next door. Even walls had ears and this is how it spread, in a small world where small wonders cropped. So much to chatter and gossip about, even days were short and nights long. But once each day will give rise to thoughts that’ll deter you not to be a member of the forlorn and the dejected stand, FOSLA !

And like every year, Holi taking its own stake with its brown colour, after breakfast on BBC, and then with sludge and mud enjoying the pranks at the Hard Rock and sure you would recognize them all. And then swaying to Rang de Basanti with leaf petals around over C Block to catch them watching you with envy from the Cellular Jail. What a day of relishing the home made Bhaang that had its own tang and ingredients. The day when alumni turns up unexpected and when you get the better off having them in puddles of ash and whatnot! But always when you’ve got the Josh to mix colour in the bathroom tank at a place where the water supply never goes out on a day like this!

As juniors when you had the visible moustache up with cherry blossom and when you praised seniors on others say of the pudding in mess, of a good hairstyle and why not to propose! The Independence Day march pasts and the ones of archangels with bed sheets had their own charm. Regular sessions when it never rained and when it all started after the fresher’s day. Night inspections by Dogra and his GR guys, not to mention about duty officers from Bengal area putting up in the visitor’s room. And the fall-in behind S Block that unified us rest and got Chako, Dogra and Warden to arrive at half past two in the morning. Times when post supper strolls increased when nimc gave way to the infrequent power cuts and when eyes on the walls and the bats behind the crease, when junees reported as supermen and commandos, got screwed to screw up lizards, and when parties on patrols with buckets in hand twelve at night just to catch hold of hoping frogs that’ll cost them a delightful performa. When bonfires spread uncontrolled and when NIMC had forest fires and could roll on to a barbeque at any place! Just in time to realize the log you’ve been resting upon could well be burning! Getting HIGH over your block’s high and the bathroom mischief that had its own fun. And when buddies had their own creativity in waking you up, when crackers went off from underneath your bed just to realize that you’re still down but fast in snooze! But once you were back from your leave did you realize of the fungus that had its own place of shades and smell. And that stink that came from the bathroom when anyone had been washing the clothes that got sponged to over three days! And when you made the best use of the water coolers to refrigerate the beer bottles! With time that reverts back to a time where loads of times were at your doorstep. And do just in time to make favours and get the job done, roaming around in and out just with a purpose of doing NOTHING! And only when you could stand on your feet and roll in your sleeves to pay the bill, were others shocked ‘cas hadn’t they perceived of the money that landed up in your account that very day! Not to mention when people maintained your accounts and when you redirected your credits to third parties.

Occasions when you could haul out other block’s LAN cable just to realize the speed with so some awesome! Times when the PING was ready to acknowledge back and when pages got downloaded by Download Managers and the virus of MSM that spread like worms, when instant messaging worked like an offline service. But only to make the best use of the intranet that worked at full speeds and that gained momentum at nights. When projectors had their way to the rooms for movies to be screened on a larger aspect. The era of gaming that will go down in history as NIMC play station arenas, from Quake 3, Delta Force, NFS, the evergreen IGI and the recent talked about Counter Strike.

Talk of those exams that had their own charm. From the moment you chalked out your seating arrangement on the notice board and got to know of the venue by someone grateful to the time when you got cursed or got begged of helping someone by sitting next to you. And a glimpse of just how you could get the answers to your doorstep. Well, all you knew of having people sitting for you with loads in the library, or have them ready with an open google page in the Net Lab, and why not a quick ambush back to the block itself! Whatever suites you man, the corridor patrols were quite helpful anyways. There were times when the hon’ble external invigilator shared a quickie with the internal by pointing to someone’s chit that had fallen, or why not counter check the answers with someone sitting right diagonally opposite in the LH1, while someone got hold of a supplementary sheet not knowing who's it is? And when the question papers were exported out from the window pane and when answers reached the bathroom in no time that caught you getting there too often just to get back, heavily armed. Not to mention when someone called upon to the academic coordinator to get the invigilator changed altogether. ‘Total aatank’ in short.

But always you would realize the importance of the warden, who gave so much and always thought to grab you red-handed only if she succeeded in those tricky Hide-n-Seek. Not to mention of her sweet surprises (Mein aa gaye hun!)

From the freaky hours at the Hard Rock…To the correspondence ones at the Net Lab

In the silence of the Library…And the wee hours of the dining hall,

Still confused what to do…?

Do it in the Eden Gardens…’cas it’s a safe Spanish Harlem.

Bada Maza Aaya !!!

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The Begining !

In the crack of dawn you crave for more only if there is energy in core, You pop out right at four for a fall-in so austere!

Thanks to pioneers who set the trend of a few traditions that knew no bounds, to those lines that punches you often and to those anthems that were more of a giggle. A place drawn by extreme combatism from jokers to juniors, you're ultimately moulding into a corporate mogul! And then comes from the young pumping nerves, "HIGH SIR!" You bet you would grasp, if nothing else, the famous Bhojpuri intro and should have no hassles tying that knot, without the knot! A time to interact, a time to relate, a time to enact, was the time to live by it.

Drawn to a campus that makes you something out of nothing. Well, talk about it, as Dominique Lapiere calls it, the city of joy embodies the love of culture; not to mention the never-ending strikes and bandhs famous for. It's triumph of intellectualism and say over greed. The complete transparency of all emotions, the warmth of genuine humanity and the supremacy of emotions over all other aspects of human existence. As they call it, the city with a soul!

The rest is defined by misty mornings of dew remains and quite like mainas that you may count or the chirps in the olive green backyards of koels and woodpeckers that flock high in the aged barks of century old people and bargad and squeals and squeaks of squirrels so fast. Inclusive are the runs and stead fast walks by a few along with the visits to the Nirman for a shape so well defined. Not to mention some whom you can spot right amidst in BBC dribbling it well and a little afar who may have been watching the judgment day for the dooms day all night long. Not long, you may even spot musketeers back from GP, the delightful savor of cost-cutting flavour! At around half past six , you can boast your morning dose with a cup of the so-called tea to quench the long awaited drink. Many a few are still not lucky but are fast in snoozes in the olive backed barracks that are partitioned to furnish quarters well ventilated with network cables. A glance in rooms and outside may reveal you the born muggers, the late night adventurers and the majority for whom speed is worshipped and net is fast. For since alumni has called it the resort to holiday inn, let late evenings surface its actual stride. A place so well chalked out in an area acre miniature in nature, even Le Corbusier would have praised it's sector-wise demarcations. And much of limelight is from the press when it comes to roll over the headlines, something so important in the making of a manager or a techno-manager! At the daybreak of outmost freedom, for those who abide by the boarding way, life's at its best. An army runs on its stomach, an army institute on a flavorsome meal! Talk about the first meal of the day that not many relish it, the Thursday's paranthas being the most desired; for which many experience sleepless nights. But only if you were the lucky lad could you make your way to the mess or land up knocking on Shushanto's doors! And there you will be in time for the 11 o'clock tea, still uncertain of the lecture or relying on the proxy.

Talk about the tickle tackle and the never ending gossips or the classroom chit chat that always strayed your way for a conversation so sought after. Or do it in the Eden Gardens 'cas it's a safe Spanish Harlem, a place to freak out so often. Or do it on that Puliya , you sure would remember that. The onslaught of the spring made the jokers relished the mango pulp, for which they made their way up on that delightful savor of juicy pleasure. And in detached evenings of Bengal chill, making the pants of warmth of bonfires, hosting the feast with fruit juice and chicken nuggets. For any moment you could still think right to 'by the left' stroll out for a night safari, to Khiddherpore for a second helping, to Setu on bikes, joy rides on trailers, up on that Chimney and why not to the Cellular jail, to the Maidan or surfing up the security covers on the race course! Music outings to Someplace Else for pop nights in this country side for a west side story. NIMC turns into small patches of sundry ventures on every manic Monday and Saturday nights. We explored and we learnt, we followed and preached, the NIMC way.

The evenings were the most happening, the dance parties now and then, not to mention its sharp downfall. The never ending laughter and the wit, the cups that smile with glimmering of sweet wine and beer bottles that knew no bounds, hard rock its most sought after destination. Age shall grow mellow with the thought of it, of a home far away from home! But till late at dusk you'll find yourself, as clueless as ever, both for you and the better half, still gazing down at the grass or waiting for falling stars to fall in again. This may just be the start of nostalgic evidences and the era of alumni. It would bring an adieu to your long plea for placements and blink the reverie that would open your horizon to a whole new world backed by nerve biting competition. Under the army umbrella you grew to be determined. Those were the days, the NIMC days of jollity and mirth that can never be forgotten. Just tinged with sorrow enough to welcome in, with the heartier " ha ha ha bara maza aaya". Years shall recall the NIMC times that knows no dearth of ready jests and sunshine, of sweet lays and lime, of paranthaas or of anda tarka! All wassails that give birth to bliss that lifts the spirit from the earth of a place so loved of.

All it was a different tale to narrate and learn, ever since alumni used to visit the campus and share their experiences. From juniors in school to brats in college, you guess it was a small place to be. And yes it was, different from the usual stereotype. From kicking the ball to chasing it, you could realize all the importance in sports, from inter football matches to the hooter filled volleyball ones prior to freshers, the most sought after TT, the late night badminton, the university meet, the cricket county matches, with alumni on BBC and what not.

I would have given anything in this world to just get back those days, the ragging of the seniors, those introductions, those mugging up of names, those wake-up calls, those midnight fall-ins, those running routines behind S block, those interactive BBC skits, the hip hops, the fresher dance amidst BBC session time, the penning down of countless articles and presentations, the frightening evenings in the mess, the smile wash, the punch lines and the dubbed anthems...the NIMC Times!