Dil Harey Blues..

morning....8.30 am... occasional footsteps from the bathroom to some room on some side of my room... i think its 8.15 pm...reason to believe since people in my wing r still struggling to get to the first class....the Electrical dept... i wake up any way... a look outside the window....hall 5 -- compu wing...1 st floor....calm doors... signs that the whole wing has been abandoned...the last of the mammoth sleeps comfortably...he's confident that the ice age aint coming today....jitu.... my bottle of water.....it needs a refill...look around my room...last nite was just like the night before.. which was very similar to the one before that...only...if i try hard...i can distinctly differentiateon the basis of the no. of packets of 20/- or 25/- that came in... walk out my door....sleepy...tired... too much tar in my lungs to carry....but too less to get me sick... deserted wing...not a soul.....i feel great... in front of me....a room that has its windows always open...the fan always running..which in turnhas been competing with the mr.tubelight who has been bright since his first spark.. yes it belongs to harish mohan...i can visualise him....lying inside there...the bed always on teh ground... no quilt required...no pillow....the door is ajar....wallet lying beside the toothpaste...the toothpaste which has been used by all the reddys in the gulti family....a soap....just one..for all practical purposes...i change my direction.. down....below...outside the boundary wall of hall 5....babloo walks to the mess....we exchange greetings... around the same time...anna rises from his slumber...so does manas...and jitu... probably jitu didnt sleep... somewhere in hall 4...another mishtiwala is getting worried cos he sees shatru coming..pandemonium attack... time -- 9 am.. ppl banging on haria's door....only possibility...roshan...wants to go to class with haria... at first...harish is not enthusiastic...later...agrees..... i have my quickie with the last nite's remains in a newspaper...if i search harder...might even find remains of the night before...or even a month before.... neway...i m happy.. ghosh da is here.. anmol has risen.. sweets and mutton shingara for all..my heaviest meal of the day is done.. one book, one pen, room keys, cell phone...off to class.. eyes wide open as an owl...body as tired as Gandav's horse stoned on pot for 6 months...stare at the board...in class..and then at a girl's back...justice needs to be done..to everything..she's pretty... neway...10.15....next class...need of attendance in question..which depends on the urgency of getting to jhups..and..the no. of class attended previously..which always is low... 10.15 or 11.15..all the same....12.15 is different.. any way...swing to 11.15....happy...the day is over...lotsa things to look out for now.. at first...canteen....i can see the regular public out there....rathi sitting on one bench alone..soni and ashish meandering here and tehre....still sweating out last nites Rum... jyoti and his sidekicks...alongwith arjun and his sidekicks.....2 groups...one mission.....Students' union....amazing thought..arun singh walks in with a muse....mostly vinay singh...cracks some fart....lots of laughs... around this time...my limited words with rathi are exchanged......my time at canteen is done.. bhau, robin, sashi, satna, khan....all gearing up to move to jhups...saxena is already sitting there..tiwari, pandey, chandra..,marching too.. manas,shonkho and haria were just here....as usual haria has to go to the bank...some fuckin token no.... always the same shit.. manas swears at him...shonkho laughs ...they walk away....... enter....jhups... ppl walking out of the college gate...ppl staring at those walking out...from each of the jhups.. this piece of shit...prashantda...the first jhups...stares like a hungry fox... waiting for some1 new tojoin his jhups... we walk on....narru da.... walk on..shani....ppl great shani --aur malik kya haal hai?? aur shani..kya chal raha hai?? ....all the same questions...all answers are same...yet sound unique.. shatru has been sitting there for the past 2 hrs....catching hold of everybody by the neck.. finally...his prime muse arrives from the bank....he jumps with joy....half way outside the jhups...with his plate of chix in hand....carefully...always in the shadow... few of us have had anything since morning....few have had the luxuries of sweets and singaras... all are equally hungry...shani gives all.... cigerettes being lit by the second....FC,SC...etc.etc...burning ones being thrown around...shani's brother- Jeet - running around getting packs of goldflake and navy cut from here and there.. some gestures here and there....we move out...jitu's room.... haria walks on towards gandhi more...alongwith shatru...little does he know that he wont comeback before 5 beers at pathik...next day...again wait for his token..manas, jitu and me....happy....last nites remains shall last until dusk...more people join...celebration....!!