Today, i can envisage the emotions from which the shortlisted canditates would be dealing with while gearing up for their interviews. In a month or so, their fates will be sealed and out of the whole lot, 70-80 will be move to the same place where i spent 10 marvellous months of my life.
A couple of them will be alotted the room no 302 of brahmputra hostel; a beautiful accommodation with the door facing towards the terrace area, onlooking the insouciant town. Perhaps the caretaker, Basant bhai,
will remember me for a moment when he opens the room for a new guest.
Perhaps they will spend the first night apprehensively thinking about how the next few months are going to be, just to wake up the next morning and step out of the room to feel the rejuvinating touch of pure and sweet breeze on their face. The continuous drizzle and the scenic pleasure of watching the whole town waking up as first rays of sun fall on the ground might make them fall in love with the place at once.
They sure will notice the doodling on the almirah. Perhaps they'll scoff and think how immature it is but they'll realize the emotions, the laughter and the memories attached with every single thing much later in their journey. The meaningless things like a pole and even the mundane and boring news preparation for the morning bulletin will be coveted.
Late night maggi and coffee during the exam days, the glowing and cheerful festival of lakshmi puja, the study tours to puri and konark, they'll get to do it all. Perhaps they too will celebrate all the festivals together with the same jubilation like we did.
Perhaps they'll be silly enough to get tender while returning the steel plate and the glass, the library card and not to forget the almirah key. The relationship they will build with a range of people like Tukun Da (autowallah) and the owner of celebrations bakery and obviously the teachers and batchmates will be cherished for a long time.
Perhaps!
