Oct 6, 2013

Back in Time

So today I found out about this blog - called sister14 (http://sister14.wordpress.com/) by who else other than the 2002 Kara batch. (Sister14,  if you have Americanized or Anglicized since leaving IIT, means behenchod. Now don't ask me to spell its meaning as well).  You know, those guys 3 years our senior. The batch of Abba, Khanna, Mehla, Suttu, Guru among others. The batch that we used to look up to when we had just landed in Karakoram all those years ago. A batch which had carried the legendary Kara tradition of making the most fabulous skits ever. And a batch that was good in everything they did, or so it seemed to us going back to all those years. Sports and Cultural Activities - check. The batch which had their names printed on sweatshirts to let the bonds last for eternity. I am not really sure how many of those sweatshirts survive - for our own batch followed them suit, and had our own 2001 class of Karakoram sweatshirts and I am not really sure how many of our batchmates still have those sweatshirts. I for one have kept mine but am unable to wear it any more, with various spatial changes occurring in both the sweatshirt and me to sustain our union.

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.