But this is not a story about their batch or their blog. The short story being that the blog didn't sustain itself beyond 8 posts, and could only last for an entire month. This is a story about our batch and this blog. We had a longer journey, we lasted 2 and a half months, and 11 posts, but then it all came tumbling down. We had started off with this by Atish, in the Why This post - the first on this blog "To try and chronicle small incidents from the 4 or 5 years that we spent together, probably the best years of our lives. Stories that we are unlikely to find anywhere else again. To relive moments like Moshu's course registrations sessions or Pappu's antics or anything for that matter that involves IIT. Stories from the cricket field or the music room. Stories of the nightouts at the Labs of VI th Block and those at Nescafe. I am sure all of us have many such ones to tell. Ten years down the line, this should make for a very interesting and rewarding read. So let the posts flow."
Its been almost six years of the ten years later - and we do not have enough stories. And stories are a wonderful thing - they can take you back in time, and they can help you bring back a long lost memory stored in some part of your brain, swallowed up by the stock prices, financial ratios, software codes, or management jargons which take away most of your time. Hence, here is a call for more stories, because sometimes, when everything is going wrong, you just need to go back in time. Back in time to a wonderful place called IIT and our own little home in it called Karakoram. Back in time to when everything was simple, and the greatest issues in life were to select which songs to play for the Western Night, or decide the teams for Squash.
Back in time to a place where even a D made you happy, terribly happy. And where you could spend (waste??) all night long discussing girls and politics and AOE at Nescafe, and not feel guilty about it. Back in time where you could hate people just for being from a different hostel, and where you were patriotic enough to shout "Kara ka enthu high hai" in a top voice at all Seminar Hall Events. Back in time where - unlike today - everyday was not mundane, and each day had something or the other happening.
To put it shortly, this blog needs to be the place for stories that go back in time to when life was simple.