Nostalgia

One called us "13 itne sahi log", others said we spread 'ism', even more said we acted 'exclusive'.
But it was one long happy journey filled with highs and not too infrequently lows as well, but DFE somehow weathered it all and stood as one unit until the end.

This blog is inspired by Suvro's account of his last few days in Kgp. The strings of nostalgia had been plucked for quite a few days, but reading his blog really brought back memories rushing.

What really moved me was ETMS(Eastern Tech. Music Society)'s Foundation Day production. I was sitting in a corner and as I looked at the other end of the Netaji Auditorium, there was a group of about ten or twelve, dancing away no matter what the song. Be it "Ae hasina zulfo waali" or even " Abhi na jao chod kar", it didn't matter, what mattered was throwing your arms wildly about and making strange expressions. That was so what me and my wingies would have been doing. Let me mention that we are all horrible dancers, all we do is strange gyrations that would perhaps be more suitable somewhere a bit more private. This obviously much to the embarrassment of those around, but then again we never cared about what others thought.

If I think really hard, I seem to recollect that there were a few people I hadn't interacted with much, even in my second year, say Arnav or Jha or Dhingra, these people being from the D block. But my brain refuses to accept that we were anything less intimate than what we are now. How can we forget the times the whole wing stood by each other, then again how can we forget the times we had our spats and arguments.
And what about the fact that for some strange reason we would acquire a new addiction just before the mid sem and end sem exams, NFS, ZUMA, 29, the first two lasting a sem each while the latter,much to my disgust, continued its stronghold for one full year (and more, it continued into convo night as well!!).
Another thing that I'll always miss, whenever I would come back into the hall, as I would walk past C block and come within view of my wing, you could make out the whole wing outside sitting on the bed and railing, everyone talking at the same time, it was like an incessant cacophony that made sense only if you contributed to it. You could make out the people( you couldn't see them because the wing tubelights were always needing replacement), Jha the tallest silhouette, Suvro next to him, with a mop of hair, giggling away at something, Puneet fidgeting wildly, obviously not agreeing to anything that's being said, Buddha jumping wildly in a corner, yes, that meant a girl's name had just been mentioned. Harsh communicating with his now famous hand gestures, and Tripathi's pate reflecting back whatever little light there would be. And the moment they would see me(or anyone who's returning), there would be a grand outflow of expletives, the uninitiated might take offence, but that was the way we showed love and to hell with the uninitiated.
These people have now left DFE and in all probability they'll never be here together again. Never would a sequence of events take place that was possible only when these 13 people got together.
I don't regret the passage of time, I am just admiring all that happened and musing about all that could have happened. This is a lesson for those who believe that all good things don't end. They do. And all you can do is look back, smile and move on.