First Year Writing Toils

                                                          Night Life at IITG

Drooling through nights, cogitating about the course of the previous day, in
tranquil contemplation I lie gazing at the innocuous twirling fluoroscent light. A
day passes by, without the slightest beckoning of “Hush, Hark! The day returns back
again”.

With an aura of prodigious anticipation and burning desires, I had entered IIT
Guwahati, my abode for the upcoming four years. A slight message kept thronging the
suburbs of my pensive mind, “ My future life in an IIT”.With the sudden onslaught of
hostel life coerced upon me, a novel expedition lay in the making. With it lay the
fervid fear of loneliness and academic stresses.

Pretty soon though- the goddess of time retaliated in heaven and seemingly enough ,
it became  more than painful and i lay morose-stuck in the desperation of passing
through time which now resembled a lake in Alaska....frozen. My only glimmer of hope
now rests persevering on and carving a niche for myself to hide in- A rather warm
one.

The hostel life brought along with it new people....from companions and seniors to
friends and even conducing to best buds. Digressing to the most essential fact- the
scintillating part of life in IITG remains its “Night Life”

The street lights shine like stars in a pool of submerged darkness as if beckoning
the soul to relive its glory all over again. The sound of crickets outside harp on
so as to imply life still geos on, mmore vivid than at day time. True, it is
however, surprising it may seem-- the most hectic part of a student's life in IITG
is the night life. With a horde of tedious assignments , tutorials to be solved for 
    the following day an upheaval of boulders lie yet to mounted.To add to this the
life of a first year is amazingly different...not really in a pleasing sense though.

With loads of pending academics work..to add woe to wound “seniors” arrive with a
further never-ending work burden and almost completely if not more... shove it on
us. We the “fuchchas” of IITG lie like donkeys waiting to be guided to workplaces
and to be grazed off after work. An ever tiresome voyage lies yet to be discovered
as further impending work lie in the waiting. As soon as one work gets over..
another work cloud hovers around like a foul apple hidden beneath the bushes.
It springs upon us as soon as it sets eyes on us and I lie helpless working all night.

With coffee breaks in between to please us, the night becomes day though the day
doesnt become night. A nightout in IITG is not completely an alien to me nor to most
other freshmen, we have all at a point of time in our lives thought of spending a
night tending to one's eyes frivolous activities. However never had we thought of
spending night after night working on baseless issues like” filling bottles of water
for an entire lobby of seniors at 3 am in the night, to bringing maggi to their
rooms around 5 am.

These queer sequence of events though not appearing as tangible and real, holds true
word by word in IITG. They are given a new term here....”PDP or Physical Development
Procedure”... god knows how they develop us...but come on..wats in a name.. if
shakespeare can invent hybrid versions of words and abbreviations so can the
seniors.

However for me , lay in waiting a gusto of other events. I on my part was stuck to
writing ..writing...writing.. and writing.. infact i still am writing.. very seldom
for my own pleasure.
Techniche the annual techno-management festival lies in the making and our freedom
lies in oblivion. With a daily expenditure of 3-4 hours at Manas... the write ups
seem intensely loathsome and appears odious sooner than later. With write ups on
basically whatever one could conceive- from Green Run to Technolothon it wrecks my
head..nay severs it consummately. I lie delving on my past life ...how free i was
before..and how i lie in a typical chamber behind bars..plotting my escape from this
never ending life of hardship.

I dont get it,..but the seniors keep on having regular night outs just playing
folly.. and in turn ruining our much desired slumber..i shouldn't call it ruining..
rather literally banging the door like gnarling mongrels..”Fuchche.. tu abhi bhi so
raha hei??”.. It seems illogical on my part as to what else a person could do at 2
am in the night besides sleeping..The question ....isnt it so rhetoric..so obvious.

Another rather amusing incident which happened with me was...during one of my
coerced night outs in Manas..when a senior asked me..”Tu ne kabhi guwahati ka suraj
rise karte hue dekha hai”..i innocently replied..”Nahi bhaiya”.. A shocking reply
came..much to my horrendous displeasure..”to aaj dekhle”..i was like.. i couldn't
believe myself as to the dilemma i put myself in. However i must thank my stars
tenfolds over for i dint have to stay much long there...i fell asleep in my hostel
room by 4 am.

Thus, goes in spending my nights so far in IITG..except during exam times when i
rush over to the library or the computer centre or different hostels to barely able
to suffice my educational requirements. These appear quite petty and trifling to an
unseeming reader but.. save the souls of the first years.. my benevolent lady mercy.

It comes to my ears about the more intense night outs during Manthan.. i lie
tranquil with an adapted sense of adjustable horror.. as it has almost become a part
and parcel of my life here at IITG.
I conclude here by saying...”whatever be the nights thus far..good or bad..they
surely will serve for a good spanking memory!!!”

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