The Nostalgia..!!

Its 3 in the night right now and i am not even close to a sleep. People around are sleeping since ages.. and snoring iritatingly too. There has to be a reason why I am serving myself to these mosquitoes and 

am not in the blanket. I have to finalise things for the time to come-for the career to opt, if you comprehend that way.

Life has been a little harsh for an year though but I am not up for taking myself as a cry baby. 

And all that while I have been equally stupid too, making things worse for me and for people around. But there still is breathing a taste for living and the moment to sink in is longingly awaited.

These are closest in the literal form of words for what is going in my mind when I am sitting under my table and thinking what has gone wrong with and whats not, and I can confess- thoughts begin and end with that 

place...(K O T A)

I feel something similar to the heartbeats pumping in the slight left of my chest and perhaps I am a little alive again. That happens even at a whisper of the name of this place.. and a smile is almost inevitable.

The place has changed me. The place has changed so much in life. It has been an year to me leaving the station with a heavyheart but even now looks like that was a thing of last evening. But thats the thing 

with life, you so much as hell yearn for those GOOD OLD DAYS in your tough times wondering THOSE WERE THE DAYS and then the eyes blink, you are no more there. Ok that makes me feel like 

my granny speaking HAMAARA BHI EK ZAMAANA THA and I am not too old.

But..but lets just go back to that place again, have a trip, what if just in my thoughts, lets go back to those lanes, not as a tourist though for iIam no guide or the information brochure. Let this one be a stroll 

through those memory lanes, lets just call this an invited NOSTALGIA

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For those who have never been there, this place is known as the coaching hub, more because its where the maximum number of highschool numericals of physics chemistry and maths are solved in a day, this is where 

there are more of greek symbols and chemical equations and never ending list of formulae to be mugged up all floating in that intense vibe. Pupil discussing about the taste of these numericals and equations 

more cheerfully than the taste of your food at dinner or lunch. And last but never the least, where the vagaries of competition and expectations in the form of, "at times fatal" depression is a sheer 

understatement to be called a pre requisite.

But amongst this haphazard, there exist a better half of life (not the fairer counterpart alone)  

 a piece of which exist in that late night strolls when there is absolute silence all around though not most of the guys in the rooms sleepy.

The "never off" lights and fan tells u somethingz cooking in, that might be a battle with the numericals, xploitatn of the night calling pack that you just got to speak to your girl or a midnight birthbday bash 

awaited, awaited because its silence or may be..just may be, someone sitting under his table like me and

Wondering what has life done to him or vice versa. This place has a reverse routine to life, that starts to smoke up after 10 in the night. Thats the beauty of this place. I m not sure if delhi and mumbai are as 

alive as this place is for this perticular interval of time-10 in the night till 5 in the morning.

 Infact this 2nd half of our lives here (first being the class routines), and probably the more soothing one is actualy when we find ourselves doing things out of our skins. Someone gets his socks up to fight 

just another battle with the homework, someone will go into the garden in front of her gal's balcony to be on his knees to confess hez gaga over her, someone has just ordered maggi and sandwiches and 

fried rice with manchurian or chilly paneer because what mess gave tonight wasnt food to say.

And some of those who arent in love with these heavyweight books have just been delivered their fantasy or fiction romance novels and they have decided to dedicate the following night to be engrossed in 

them. All arrangements done, stage's set to  lit on fire, life starts actually when it tickles 10 and we are onn.. It only gets better with the passage of time, you are getting that taste in the numericals, some 

other one in a durjoy dutta romance fiction. Ever Starved ones like me have got their recipee delivered just before passing out, and someone on a stroll on the empty roads has found peace in life. One has 

annoyed his gal, one never could dare to say it aloud and confessed on the MY KOTA CONFESSIONS PAGE and the other has just got one, worth it when you are on your knees at 2 in the night.

And then comes the time when you are feeling a little sleepy that someone comes in your room and say she passed him a smile today like "bhai sachhi me, inni badi smile thi aaj usne, m tou wahi feil gaya 

tha bhai.." and you almost jump on your bed "kya baat kar raha hai bhai..phir tou aj sidhhart wale ke parathe khaenge bhai ke sath." If this isnt the case, then it has to be a sallu bhai vs SRK fight.. And three 

years on the traut, uncountable nights we dedicated to this fight vigourously while playing cards (taash) and gulping maggi and sandwich and paratha, watever was delivered as if it was the only thing that 

meant a world to us - the win in that sallu vs srk battle, not paratha nd maggi. Bus, phir kya h, phir 4 bajj jaate hain and party abhi baaki hai. Abi early morning ghoomne bhi tou jana h, roj mummy papa bolte 

the the na when we were kids.

 And we are there, on the road that leads to talwandi choraha where atleast a dozen pohe waale with zalebi and pevar doodh wali chaay to wake us up and cheer for the day to come. Hard to pick a time 

when the day began or the next day came, because things never stop. Us pohe ka maza hi kuch or h, ek 5 rs. Wali plate me 5log chammach maarte h, pet nhi bharta, par mann tou bhar hi jata h.. No need 

to wonder how nasty bhukkhad we guys are, we proudly acknowledge, ab hain tou hain!!

Buss ab thakk gaye yar

And we never knew who said the last words before dozing off... Lights ab bhi onn hain.

Its either lunch time or class timing when someone out of us kicks the others on the ass to wake us up, and though with ample respectfull mc bc wtf, we settle on going for class, i mean class tou jaana hi 

hai, or aaye kyu hain, yahaan pe. but uska bhi schedule hai, inorganic kewal VJ sir ki hi karni h, physics batra sir ke yahaa lagaani hai, organic apne SKM baba, confidence low hai tou AM sir attend karna 

hai, but kuch bhi ho, maths ANNA ki class me nhi ghusna hai. Sometimes, we need to go late because phir saamne baithne ke liye chairs milegi, kabhi time se ek ghanta pehle jaana hai, to get the seat on 

the second row, just behind girls row because  your crush attends that class too and then you want to be the loudest howler when sirji enters the classes.

 The time that after passes with a little more seriousness  on what sir is telling with just a hint of distraction when she just glared eyes on you or stood up for a doubt or just shifted her ponytail on the right 

shoulder from the left one. Bus thode time baad we are oversaturated and its rating time, aj kiska lecture badia tha and which girl looked sexier today- okay more gorgious, more graceful, but then why SKM 

sir shouts aloud to ask UPER SE NEECHE KYA DEKHTE HAIN RE BABA...even after knowing that the answer is SIZE.

Done with the class and just like all the time, we are starving, and there are two stops. Maggi and patties wale bhaiya, or pani puri wale bhaiya. Whatever is decided, bhaiya ki lottery hai, nikal padi i mean. 

Phir shaam ho jaati hain and the rest is same.

Bus sundays thoda or special ho jata hai, breakfast aerodrome circle pe hota hai, get a taste of kota ki special kachori, you'll bite your fingers i bett,

sometimes the next is DAV GROUND for the cricket match, and with handsome money involved, a victory means, pure din ki party. Thats also the only fund raiser event we get. All parties find a common 

destination, either at APD or the CITY MALL. City mall, one, its more of a rehab on the day when he have a periodic test, bcoz paper ke baad saari dukhi aatmaaye yahi bhatakti hai, and agar party ki hai, tou 

party ke baad truth and dare is inevitable.  and to propose the next maal that enters the mall is the most common dare, and for the truth, its always the same first question- tu aarushi ke piche hi kyu baith jata 

h roj.

We are too tired to stand back till its time to go back.

Mummy calls in the evening to ask if we are okay, and if we need anything. But we just say we are fine, even if we are not, bcoz that will worry them.

And in the night, somehow the room mates and pgmates are the guys to go to, for confessing "the depression is getting the hell out of me, papa is worried about the exam scores" and he understands 

because he is in the same shoes but then the third one comes who promised to treat us aalu parathey, and we are on a walk again, with a beginning and dew- darr ke aage jeet h

I smile a little nearing the end of that walk, because i m a little afraid too, it ends. We regret being there when we were there, and we regret not being there when we are not there, rightly we miss it after we 

have missed it. "so jaa beta, 4 baj gaye" mumma says but party tou baaki honi thi na. "pohe jalebi khaane jana hai abhi tou, talwandi chowraahe pe" i want to say but i dont because i am not there anymore. !!