Home Sweet Home VIII

Five days. I am at home for five days and it feels like a month. Time is slow. I can do anything. I am happy. And free. Most of the free time, I am writing. Blog, Quora and articles, content for websites etc. Sunday is here and probably, I am going shopping today. New clothes for me. 🙂

Home is the best place and I have to leave on 20th May. I don’t want to go and I want to go. Adios for now!

Wheels of Steel III

“She is also in army” he told us.
“Love or Arranged?” This was the second time I asked this question to a stranger in train. Last time, it was when I was going to Jaipur on Rakshabandhan last year. The girl was also getting married in the end of the year 2016.
“Love” he said.
The girl’s answer was also the same. So, I met a girl last year getting married to her lover and a guy this year doing the same.
He was a good conversation handler. Whenever silence took over, he asked something else like “Does ragging happen at IITs?” “How is the studies there?” “And Placement?” etc.
“No ragging is done in our college, however if somebody wishes they can go to senior’s hostel by choice”
“Good, now it has changed”
“I have heard there is ragging in NDA” Riko said.
“Yes, it’s fucking evil. The training is a part of it. But I think it is good, what I am today is of them only. The physical training makes you mentally strong.”
We were just nodding to the facts.
He told us about his life in brief. Last year he was in Jabalpur, September to March for training. How they ran with 14 Kg loads tied to them, rock climbing, cliff climbing and swimming. He said he was at the peak of physical fitness while in training. How they bunked the training, asking friends to lock their room from outside and sleeping all day. They were sleep deprived, they managed to get just 2-3 hour sleep a day. 10 Km extra run was the punishment for absence on the training field.
We also discussed how he missed the college life. After 12th, he joined NDA so no experience of college. He asked about us routine. He missed all those hostel parties, LAN Gaming, GPLs etc. It was 1 A.M when we left off to sleep.
“I will take movies from you in the morning” he said when going to bed. I nodded.

I like to feel the mornings in trains. So, I wake up early while traveling on rails. I woke up at 7 and get rid of all my daily chores. Stood at the door and felt the wind. I came back and sat on my upper berth. Around 10 o’clock, Kurt woke up. He came to my berth with his hard disk. He chose some movies and I transferred them to his disk from my laptop.
“Let me show you something interesting” he said and connected his hard drive to my laptop. There were folders like STUDY MTL, OPS, FIELD etc. He opened one of them named ‘Operations’ and their were files named in a order like Ops black_11, Ops Black_12 etc. It reminded me of the video game Call of Duty-Black ops. Anyway, he opened a PowerPoint presentation. It was about the 26/11 Mumbai attack. He was a part of the team, his team was assigned to rescue the foreigners from Taj Hotel.
51 SAG team’s member Kurt got into the hotel from the roof.  The PPT described all the things happened during the mission in detail. Who threw a grenade and where were the terrorists hiding. Explained to me every slide. It was great to get an insight about the working of the counter-terrorists and the terrorists. It was when Riko woke up. We got down and sat there. He was good at narrating. Then, he told us his days in Arunachal Pradesh. It was winter then and how he and his team lived in the snow covered terrain for months without mobile signals, electricity and just gathered stock of food. How it took four hours to walk to the Headquarters from his post. He showed us pictures in his mobile of the place. His post was a little hut in between two cliffs. No life in 80 KM radius, just snow. The life is an adventure in the defense, I was told this in childhood by somebody and his stories concreted the belief. It was amazing, he had lived in snow, heavy rain and now in Rajasthan. Respect for the soldiers.
Apart from his narration, we talked about college life, how youth is addicted to smoking, drinking and american TV shows. He was watching GoT and was on season 3. We talked about Varanasi and the only nightlife in Varanasi is strolling on the ghats. He asked us about our ‘status’. Some of the things he said “This country owes us something, so remember to pay back” he said this in lieu of the cases where IITians go abroad to earn money. And “Enjoy, do anything you want because time will run fast.” “Try everything but never get addicted” Each is a simple advice but if you follow, they got meaning.
We sent friend requests on facebook before we boarded off the train.
“My cousin sister studies in MNIT, I have to reach MNIT, in the evening I will leave for Kota”
“Join us, MNIT is on the way we will drop you” I asked him.
“Okay, if you are comfortable.” he said.
We three were sitting in the Uber cab when he said “Let’s exchange contacts.”
“I will call you when I will be in Varanasi” he said after we exchanged numbers.
“Sure” I said.

We dropped him off at Gargi girls’ hostel, MNIT. For the first time, I made a friend and gave my number to someone I met during a train journey.

Now, I am home, typing this from my parents’ bedroom sitting in front of the cooler. 🙂

In the other world, I got the job of a content writer at collegedunia.com. I got the offer letter on May 8. I am looking forward to work with them. 🙂

Wheels of Steel II

This is me, the one who is unmarried and single and still reducing his number of blog posts.

NOTE: Marriage forbids many things. 😛

May 8, was the day of my exam for Philosophy. 9 to 12 in the morning and I came to my room at 11:20 A.M. I know philosophy, I got philosophical stuff pumping in my arteries.
I had to pack my stuff as I was leaving the city the same evening. I started at around half past noon and continued for an hour. I took that hour to just take out my bag and other things out of the almirah. Nothing else, they were on my bed watching me with their hopeful eyes to get packed for home. I went for lunch. 😉
I came back in some time and started again with the task.
“When’s your train?” Lay was drinking water from my bottle(This is worth mentioning, we will talk about this later).
“5:30, I will leave at 4” I replied.
“Enough time, let’s have a game of Counter Strike” Lay said this and he knew that I knew that he is going to say this.
“No, I have to pack my stuff, you can see”I said this and he was expecting this only.
“One game and you are done. There are still 2 hours in 4” he insisted.

“Batman, what are you doing? Can’t you aim?” I shouted in my mic when Nian missed a killing shot and we lost the match.

I was almost done with the packing when Riko came.
“Waiting 4 and 5.” he told about the ticket status.
“Final chart prepared?”
We booked a ticket from Varanasi to Allahabad and then we will go with Jaipur-Allahabad Express.
No delight in the 2-hour journey to Allahabad. We reached ALD on time and waited for the next train.

We felt like the king with seven wives when we came to know that our ticket got a free upgrade and we were going to travel in the Tier-1 AC coach. The word ‘free’ is itself awesome and it is accompanied by ‘upgrade’ here.Cool!
We boarded the train and went to our allotted berths. There were three men sitting and talking. There was a middle-aged half bald guy in front of me, another guy with exceptionally popped out eyes and a normal man going towards his elderly stage. Overhearing their conversation gave us the idea that the bald one was in the military. He was talking about his days in the snow-covered areas etc.
We sat there and I waited for them to leave…

They left after a while. I jumped onto the front berth and relaxed.
“This compartment should be unallocated, it will be private and fun.” I smiled at Riko.
Then the first out of the three( the bald one) came back and sat beside me.
“Going to Jaipur?” he asked us.
“Yes” I replied to the cliche train convo starter question.
“Study there?” he was predicting as was not asking.
“No, home” We said.
“What?” It looked like he didn’t listen.
“We live there, home.”
“Okay, I thought you are going there for coaching as I meet many students traveling to Kota for preparations.” He was dumbstruck when he found out that his predictions were shattered and in fact, some people actually have a home in cities like Jaipur and Kota.
“Allahabad, then?” he was the interviewer from the outer space.
“We came from Varanasi, we study there”
I couldn’t continue the one-liner conversation so I kept shut.
“You both are from Jaipur?”  He can ask anything. It was his job anyway.
“Schooling in Jaipur only?”
“Yeah” I said ‘yeah’ just to avoid sounding like a programmed robot.
“Coaching for JEE or self-study?”
“ALLEN” I said. (ALLEN is never written in small letters, just an observation :P)
“Bansal” Riko missed the next word ‘classes’.
As I had the hint that he is in army, I chose to confirm.
“What do you do?”
“I am in Indian Army”
“After engineering or NDA?” Riko asked a question which made me wonder ‘Is B.tech necessary to join the army?’
“NDA, I joined after 12th grade.”

In between the talk,
“My going-to-be in-laws place is Jaipur.” he told us about his connection with our city.
“When is it going-to-be?” I asked quickly with a smile.
With a wide toothy smile, he said “Towards the end of this year.”

Sleep or not?

Birds flying to their nests with food for their babies, workers heading home after a day at the desk- this time is evening. Following which night comes, humans have been sleeping for ages during the dark nighttime. But in a college hostel, the scenario is contradictorily different. People usually sleep at 5-6 in the morning after chilling out the whole night.

I am becoming one of them with time. Yesterday, as I thought of going to the ghats in the morning I had to make a plan. Waking up at 5 A.M and reach the place before sunrise is like making a rocket to the moon. So, I was in a dilemma- Should I take a nap or just remain awake? Making the former impossible task reality is not my cup of tea, I was awake playing CS: GO and when the time was 4:35 A.M, I left the game and entered into reality. Nian also wanted to see the sunrise, so he accompanied me. We reached the place on time. The sky was getting clear and brighter. Nian and I sat there watching the red dot getting bigger as it moved up slowly and fast. Perfect timing- Ganga Arti was going on and there were many foreigners as the spectators. The place sees many visitors in the daytime also. We sat there for some forty minutes and then came back.

Saturday and mess was off. So, Walter, Nian, Carlos, Pedd and I went out to Chrystal Ball restaurant for the dinner. No queries about the H in the CHRYSTAL. It was my idea to have a dinner gathering with the wingies before the first year ends because next year we will be allotted hostels according to branch and it will less often that we will see each other.
We were walking back to the hostel when Connor called. He asked me about my whereabouts and we decided to meet at Assi. I agreed. I reached the ghat and it was Connor, me and Torrence sitting on a pedestal watching the boats tied at the bank. There were more than usual groups of youngsters sitting and gossiping. Most of them were of my college. It’s obvious that after the exams everybody will relax. And there is no better place than Ghats to chill in Varanasi. We three relaxed and laid down our backs. Torrence put his head on my belly and Connor’s head was on my left arm. We didn’t cared about anything- dust on our clothes or people watching. It was calm. We talked about why we can’t see the stars and how the sky is looking deep blue than black.
On our way back home, I bought myself a cup of Pahalwan Lassi. I never miss a chance. Yummy!
Right now, it’s 3:05 A.M and I am again pulling an all-nighter. I will go to Dashashwamedh Ghat around 5 to see the sunrise and for a boat ride. 🙂

Last Days

Okay, I didn’t get eaten by a killer shark nor by a monster size guinea pig. I was just here, in front of my laptop, was just not typing anything for the blog. My end semester examinations started on the 29th day of the last month i.e, April. Exams days in colleges especially engineering colleges are like ‘Eat, Study, Eat, Study’ alternatively. No sleep or play. I used to sleep at 5 A.M on some days and faced a sheet of paper with questions printed the next morning’s 9. No problem. Today is May 5, 2017, 9:30 P.M. One exam is still due on 8th May. Subject-Philosophy. Yes, apart from the engineering subjects we have a compulsary Humanities course. I chose Philosophy. Choosing philosophy as the Humanities course was one of the few decisions in my life that I don’t regret. The philosophy teacher was an old, bald man with calm temperament. I attended two classes in the whole semester the first one and the last one. My attendance-98%. He never cared about attendance or people bunking the class. Nor did I. My room’s comfort was more appealing than the lectures about Sir Francis Bacon and his sayings. The coming examination of philosophy on 8th May, I don’t even consider it an exam. Nobody does, the ones who do are living on Mars already. They are great. We are chilling in the last few days. The semester along with the first year of our college life is going to be a memory soon. We are heading home on 8th and then I will meet the collegues as a Sophomore.
—TODAY 1900 HRS—

I was playing counter strike. This was obvious. My team included bAdbouy, batman and Gunslinger(me). These are the virtual CS:GO names. The player behind bAdbouy is Lay and Nian is batman. In a snap, in the left corner of my laptop screen there was a message in red font color ‘Auto-disconnect 00:07’ and timer reached zero. We got disconnected, after this I came to know that lights went out and the LAN connection stopped. I walked out of the rooms. We were standing in the corridor.
“Who wants to play Hide and Seek?” Connor asked.
An unexpected idea, unexpected from Connor to be honest. But was a great one. I was in. 10 minutes and we revised the rules of the long forgotten childhood game. We started off with Lay being the seeker. We hid ourselves. I was sitting in the corridor itself behind some clothes on a wire. It was fun. Lay was getting tagged everytime and once tagged, the seeker has to go again and start over again. It was his fourth time and I went on to be the seeker. I feared it will get bore if Lay would become the seeker everytime and I wanted to play the game from both the views. I came, I found four of them and Bam! I was tagged. A second time, third and fourth. I thought of something. The hostel is a square seen from a helicopter above in the sky. We were playing in the half region, I ran and came from the other side as I knew they all were gathered in one part which was dark and silent. And from behind I saw figures bending over to the other side, looking or me. I called out everyone’s name smilingly.
“Hey, you can’t come from the other side’ Lay and others said in a hubble.
“Why, man?”
“It was the rule” Someone said.
“The rule was to hide in this area, not that the seeker can’t roam around.”
“No, No” everybody was blurting out his opinion in the spurt of the moment.
“Man, accept that you have been outwitted” I was getting a little contentious.
They argued, it was not fun for me anymore.

Perhaps, I am getting frustated easily these days. But I was not like this, I am not like this. There are very few and specific things that can make me angry. I’m not that much short-tempered.

Today’s situation was not that much annoying. Nobody listened to each other and it just got heat up. Maybe I was frustated as I was being tagged everytime and was the seeker. But they should have listened. Anyway, let’s ride over.

I wanted to visit the ghats on a summer morning for the last two weeks. I will do this tomorrow. I don’t want to miss the chance before I go home for the holidays. Let’s see if the Force is with me or not! Jedi power, wake me up!!

Four Shadows

Today is Saturday, the weekend is here. It’s 2:10 P.M right now and to this world’s surprise, there is no sun outside today. A day without the blazing hot sunlight is a relief. Otherwise, we are burning. A shady and windy day. Perfect for roaming around the ghats. The pages of a book on the table are fluttering, the wind from the window is responsible.
Since last Sunday, I am playing CS:GO every day, not much but a match everyday. Pedd and Lay request everyone to play. It’s like our daily ritual.
“Let’s play it now before dinner because if we played after dining, it will be morning and we will be playing it all night” I stated to the bunch of gamers.
“Okay, there is one hour in 8, go and connect, I am sending the IP address of the server.” Pedd turns his laptop on.
We play. Lay is a seasoned player and his favorite is the AUG Rifle and Sniper. Once he gets holds of the Sniper, he kills half of the enemy team. The rifles and the SMGs recoil a lot and are not my cup of tea. I buy the Dual Berettas in every game and use them only. They are cheap and don’t damage a lot. People suggest me to buy some good guns but I stick to them. My player name is also Gunslinger. Now, I am used to the two silver guns and I play well with them. We played a game an hour ago and I have declared that we will not play now till our exams get over. I will stick to the decision, now.

Nian, Carlos, Pedd and I were having dinner in the restaurant Capsicum on Lanka. After that, we decided to walk to the hostel from the university’s main gate. It’s about 2.8 Kms. We didn’t take the usual taxi route and instead walked straight and explored new roads. There was a road, dark and silent. we started talking about how the place is similar to the ones showed in horror TV shows and movies.
“Yeah, look at that tree, it’s shadow is similar to a man with one leg” I said pointing towards a tree on the roadside.
“And look through the shrubs, there is some noise of leaves crumbling, someone’s there” I continued.
“There is nothing” Nian replied.
“The university is a 100 years old, there must have been people who died here and some of them maybe ghosts roaming around” I was trying not to laugh and act normal. “There can be spirits. There are many types of ghouls like spirits, devils, jinns and other supernatural powers.”
“What are jinns?” Pedd inquired.
I told him what I knew.
“There can be shadow people following us. A Shadow being or a shadow figure is a type of ghost seen during the night, generally, flee when detected by humans.” Nian and Pedd were listening closely while Carlos was trying to be cool and didn’t say anything. After a while, there was a building- Indoor stadium. I pointed my hand towards its gate and screamed “Who’s that?” and ran ahead. Pedd and Nian followed me, Pedd held my hand and ran with me. He looked horrified.
“It’s real, shadow people are common, you can experience it.” It was stupid but they were actually frightened, so I kept it on. ” If there is any spirit who has some last wish, please talk to us. If there is anyone out there, we want to see you.” I stood in the middle and shouted like an ouija does. Nian sticks to my arm with both hands like a kid. I couldn’t control my laughter and was laughing out loud in the dead silence. They are terrified with just words. After a few moments, there was thud on my back I turned around and….

Medicines and Terrorists !

As evening came I was feeling unwell. My head was like I am banging it on concrete. It was the feeling before you get a fever, I knew it. Everybody knows it. Also, my belly gave up and I had stomach ache too. In my sleep, I was just moving my hands and arms as I could feel the fever. My body was warm. It was 8 P.M only and I was trying to sleep.
“Let’s go and see a doctor” Jordan said. I agreed as I have to go to the service center for my phone too on the next day. The warranty was going to be void in 3 days.

I explained everything to the doctor about my condition since the morning. He wrote down some tablets. We walked to Lanka to get money and buy the medicines. I was tired. With every step, my head shook like it is in a loose cover and is hitting the walls of the container. But I had to walk. We bought the medicines and came back to the hostel. I took the prescribed drugs and slept. Next morning, it was fine but not well. Still, I had a low fever and my head was not a bit okay. And the night…
I was unable to sleep in the night. I had slept at 10 to woke up at 12 due to the stomachache. Fever was accompanying it. Again laid on the bed and my eyes opened at 1:30. I started walking in the corridor, unable to go to bed anymore. Many people were awake at that time, hostelers do not sleep early anyway. I went to the loo. Came back and fell on the bed and tried to sleep. 3 A.M and I ran to the washroom, I threw up. Nobody was up then, my roommates were sleeping and the room lights were off, I could see the windows. After that, all was well, I drank some water and slept again. It was 5 A.M when I woke up again and repeated the same. The night was a real bad night, of these years.
I was awake and waiting for morning so that I could go to the health centre. It was 7:30 A.M and people were getting ready for the classes. I was waiting for the clock to strike 8. It did and I reached the center at 8:15 A.M. I told the doctor the whole story, how I slept after taking the pill and still it turned out bad. She told me to get two injections and sent me to Room 9. There were two nurses. One of them told me to lie down on the bed. They were very kind. Their old faces were kind, they must have been mothers. Mothers are caring.

It was fine after the injecctions. I continued the medicines for three days. And the day before yesterday, I was perfectly fine.

I played Counter Strike online for the first time on LAN with friends. CS:Go is famous among college students but I never did try. And I enjoyed it. Oliver, Lay, Nian, Pedd, Geodude and I played it. And it was 5 hours straight in the night. We left the tables at 5 in the morning. It’s a great multiplayer game, I must say.

“No, I will not play today, I said it yesterday that it is our last game” I tried convincing Lay. We have exams approaching and I don’t want to play video games.
“Please, it’s a gamer’s request to another gamer” he requests in the lowest voice possible.
“No, man No.”
“One game only, Please, please”
And we play 2 games in a go.

I took a dive…but with my phone!!!

The fun continued for two hours, then lunch break was announced and the water slides were stopped. We drank some sprite and ate patiez. There was nothing else to eat and we couldn’t go out. The park closes at 4, it was 2 by then. We had two more hours and we wanted them to be fun. So after 15 minutes, the show started again. We went for Family boomerango ride in which two people sit in a raft and the raft goes up and down a hill slide, it comes to rest at the bottom at last. I and Kevin sat in one. When it descend and ascended in the other side, my heart was really pounding like it is going to get outta the chest. But it was fun. We then headed to wave pool again. Everybody showed their amateur swimming skills. I jumped in the water with three body spins, on my back, dived and any other pose that would be considered cool. Then we came back to the slides. It was time make some memories that we enjoyed a lot on this Saturday. So, we brought out our phones from the locker. Torrence was taking selfies and photos. I walked towards the pool to take some picture too. Descending into the pool, I was not wearing my spectacles and the apparent depth deceived me or that’s my excuse now, but I put my right leg forward but it didn’t touch the pool floor, water just got deeper. I had lifted my left leg and there was no ground under my right one. I was horizontal in the pool with my arms and legs spread. $#%^@$^! This was my state of mind. My phone was still in my hand. I stood up lightning fast. Looked at my palm-sized gadget,  it was still working. There were 2 missed calls from Mom. I ran out of the limitless sea of water. The time slowed for me. Got hold of somebody’s shirt hanging in the changing room and rubbed it hastily on the golden back of my smart phone. Opened it and kept it in the sunlight near the Ladies Room. There were kids running behind their mothers and asking them to change their clothes. I was guarding my phone and telling them to keep away…I joined again after half an hour. The phone was switched off and was sleeping in the locker.

We left the place for the hostel at 4:30.
“Let’s eat on the way, I am hungry” Kevin said when we were waiting for a taxi.
We all were hungry. But half people agreed and others headed back to the hostel. I came back to the hostel. I was hungry but didn’t want to eat because accidentally I was filled with the pool water. Diving and jumping, bit by bit my belly felt abnormal with the chlorine water inside it. So, I chose not to eat. I reached the hostel at 5:30. I was very much exhausted. I can now make clear that chlorinated pool water can make you nauseated. I was dizzy and slept to deep sleep.
“Dylan, Dylan” I heard Nian’s voice stomping on my head.
“Where are you going to dine today?” he asked as it was a Saturday and mess is off on Saturdays.
“I don’t know, perhaps nowhere, I am a little uneasy”
“Okay, we can go later..around 8:30?” he sought approval.
“Yes, it’s fine” I was lying in the bed all this time and again buried my face in the pillow and slept.
“Dylan, Dylan wake up” Torrence was standing at the door.
I woke up.
“Where are you dining tonight?” I asked him.
“HG, maybe”
Carlos and Nian were ready by then.
“Come with us, we are heading to Tit Bit restaurant” I introduced him with Nian and Carlos. By the way, the restaurant’s name is a little strange.

“The food is good, though there is some crowd here.” I said when we were using the tissues sitting in the restaurant. When we came out I wanted to have the Pehelwan Lassi. It is irresistible. After the lassi, I had an Ice-cream named Pataka. Pink, Yellow and Green colored strips from top to bottom. A great name for a great Ice-cream. 😛
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Next Day
My body was aching and there were numerous cramps in the arms and legs. You are this much exhausted when you have done mountain-climbing for two days straight. And with time till evening, I was….

Troubled Waters

8th April 2017 | 9:40 A.M

Riko came to the room, woke me up and asked me to get ready.
“We are going to the Water Park.”
That’s how it is. We have now reached that level when we don’t have to plan a trip or ask someone for their consent, just go to them and order them to get ready.
In an hour we were ready and left the hostel at 11. There are two water parks in Varanasi, we were going to one but I didn’t know which one. We reached the place in an hour. Honestly, you don’t expect a huge 300 hectares la la land in Varanasi, no one can. But we didn’t expect what we found either. It was a small farm-sized plot with a metal gate. A man with a clear vision cannot tell from the outside that this is the place where he will spend his next 4-6 hours swimming, sliding down slides, jumping and all other fun things. In a state of doubt I called some of my friends and confirmed the location. After assurance, we went in. Okay, a sigh of relief, there was a pool and some slides too. That meant we were not doomed completely. We changed clothes, kept our wallets and mobiles in the allotted locker and without wasting a part of a second, jumped in. The water was cold, good for the summers. The more time we spent in there, the better it felt. After a while, we climbed up the stairs to take the water rides. First, we went for the highest Aqualoop, the closed twisted slide which plunges you directly into the pool from a height of 32 feet. You are thrilled once, then you enjoy it. Following that, we went to the open flume. A great body slide with your head on the front end and laying on your stomach. Gio was terrified after that experience. We were not going to leave any stone unturned, I was determined to try every slide and thing in the park. We headed to the bowl next. It was not that much frightening or I had already practiced, I didn’t know. Then there was a wave pool which got deeper on moving further into it and occasionally waves were produced. We swam, jumped and hung onto each other to make the other person dive deeper. All of us held our breath and shook hands underwater, punched each other and tried everything that was possible.

Right now I’m a little short on time.


Tofu Hakka Noodles and Guns

The fourth month of this year started with a Saturday. The hostel mess is off on Saturdays.
“Let’s go somewhere tonight to dine” Connor said to me.
“Where?” I was a little reluctant on going out that night.
“That will be decided in the auto, like always” he replied and left the room.
We reached the university’s main gate and started discussing the restaurant. We had already tasted many of them. We zeroed upon Ming’s Garden-a Chinese cuisine veg restaurant.

The restaurant is on the main straight road which leads to IP Vijaya. A see-through structure with dim yellowish lighting. There were abstract designs carved out of wood on the walls. It was moderately full and families and youngsters both were dining at the tables. We were six- Bozo, Gio, Connor, Torrence, Kevin and me. Riko was not found in his room when we left and nor did he took the call.
On the table, below the plate, there were papers which described the Chinese New Years with their respective animals.
“What to order?” Kevin passed the menu to our side.
Connor scanned the menu and chose two things after Kevin and Bozo’s consent.  The chose the ones they knew were good and had eaten before.
“I will order something that is new to me and has a cool name” I took the menu.
Most of the things were normal with just a word added to make them Chinese.
I relied upon the Tofu Hakka Noodles. The only reason was Tofu.
After a while, the waiter came with the bowls full of noodles and Manchurian. The bowls were pretty large and it justified the high price of the restaurant. 😛 We ate the food. There were several cheese-like pieces in my noodles. ‘So, that’s tofu but the noodles are just the normal noodles with paneer pieces’ I said in my mind.
“How is your tofu?” Kevin asked me.
“Looks like cheese and also similar in taste but drier.”

After leaving the restaurant, we walked to the Assi Ghat. There was something happening there. A musical performance just ended before we reached, the banners told us so. There were people sitting on the benches, talking and having fun. We did the same.

Last night, Lay came to the room at 12:18 A.M and “Let’s play”. It was about the gaming nights we hold, we play a game and see who has progressed more in the given three or four hour time. Oliver, Nian, Lay and I started at 12:21. Call of Juarez Gunslinger is an awesome game to play. It follows the life of a gunslinger of the true wild west. Nice storyline with an amazing gameplay which gives the true cowboy feeling.
The game is all about gunpowder and dynamite. Limitless shooting and killing. The sound of filled with the sound of gunshots blaring out of the four gaming machines we had. 😛
Nian as lagging behind very much and eventually gave up. We were three. Oliver;s laptop gave up and the bluescreen of death showed up. We were two now. Oliver and Nian left the place and went back to their rooms. It was 3 A.M then. I was leading and Lay was trying cope up. We both reached the last stage of the game. It was really tough with all the bosses of the game came back together in form of ghosts. I died there a dozen times. And Lay did it before me, just 3 seconds early. And with a difference of 3 seconds, the game credits floated on our screens. The game was completed.
“We are the real gamers” I smiled at Lay. He reciprocated. I left my seat and went out of the room. IT WAS BRIGHT OUTSIDE.
“Man, It’s morning, it was all dark when we started playing under the tube light and now it’s the sun out there.” I exclaimed.
I had never played a video the whole night before. It was time to rest. I slept at 6 A.M.
Woke up at 11 and I went to vote for the Student Parliament elections. Yes, I already knew that.

The time is 6:07 P.M right now. A summer evening before an unpredictable night ahead.