A lot of time has passed. The magic hasn't changed. Beer's such a thing.The scintillating smell, the refreshing taste, the intoxicating experience, the placid hangover hasn't diminished even one bit. The people, the places, the ambience, missing classes the next day has changed somewhat. People who drink alone frequently or perhaps with two or three friends, usually end up becoming sad drunks. It so happens that when you really know someone quite well, then in the aftermath of the act, the ambience doesn't remain nemore jolly or even pleasant. People are always able to find some or the other stimulus, or can even imagine it to be there, to give the same hackneyed response. The music's either melancholy or agressive, the mood's down and sometimes there are outbursts which ruin the entire situation. Confronting a couple in the middle of a road, threatening to kill a professor on e-mail, proposing on yahoo messenger are examples of such outbursts.
In the initial part, our group was somewhat like this, with me, Mr.P, Mr.K, Mr.J being the active participants. There is something about Mr.P which i have realized over the stretch of time which we have spent together. There are two kinds of guys which one usually encounters in one's life :- 1.The "quality" guys ; 2.The "experience" guys.The former consists of those guys which have some or the other quality which one finds appreciable, be it humour, 'kewlness', sarcasm, speed or whatever.one may even experience guys who have many such traits, and that makes them all the more unique in themselves(prime example Mr.34*2).But there lies a problem.As long as one makes the assumption that one is gonna be alive tomorrow there is a finite probability that one may experience a similar 'quality' person tomorrow or day after that, or anytime in the future. This realization makes these guys 'non-unique for you', although it doesn't depreciate their importance in any possible way.Then in the latter category, come those with whom one has a number of memorable experiences, be it good, bad, ugly, or anything. These are the guys whome you really know(the obvious difficulty of becoming predictable/boring obviously pops up at this stage, but nevertheless the importance of those experiences for one cant be refuted). And the probability of finding such a guy, the next day is obviously very less than the former case considering that college life is almost over and in professional life, such experiences usually carry no or very little value. So all this makes this "experience" guy unique and irreplaceable for anyone. Mr.P is such a guy for me. Infact, i must acknowledge that Mr.P is such a great guy that many others too would put him in this category. I really don't know what Mr.P thinks about this. I will expect a comment from him. So our group was somewhat like this in the initial stages.
Then with the arrival of the tribals from hall-2, the situation/attitude/mood of these parties changed drastically. Mr K had called it quits by then. The impetus in this drastic change was provided by the arrival of Mr.K'. Mr.K and Mr.K' have the same names, and i don't want to say nething like that the prevelant mood was totally dependent on the presence/absence of these two guys, because as one left and the other came, the mood took a u-turn. That would be giving these guys too much credit. It would be great someday to see Mr.K and Mr.K' both participating in one party (wotsay Mr.P). Nehow the mood changed and i must say that it changed before it was 'too late'(a shit phrase, but its usage makes me feel good). Mr.K' is quite a guy, somewhat unforgettable, somewhat admirable, somewhat good player of AK-47 and other obvious stuff. The great thing about this guy was that he was both a "quality" and an "experience" guy, and that makes him all the more unique.Here I would like to throw somewhat light on the general differences in traits of guys from hall-2 and those from hall-3. Hall-3 guys have generally passion flowing in all their veins, even their indifferent manner can at times be misunderstood as haughty. Their idea of fun is at times not applicable to their own lives. Hall-2 guys are more on the casual side, and they now how to have some serious fun. I must state clearly at this point that the above topic is a highly controversial topic that can spur up many a debates and whatever i have written is strictly my personal opinion based on the limited experiences, my limited knowledge of history, and further limited cognitive faculties. So as we(me, Mr.P and Mr.(34*2)) came in contact with these tribals, the alcohol content of our drinks changed from 42.8% v/v to 8-14% v/v and the thing which we discovered was quite a thing as i have stated in the beginning already.(Although this drink was introduced to us by Mr.K himself and i must appreciate the hard work which he put together in convincing us to accept the thing despite our obvious 'uncomfortable-ity' with features like 'bad' taste and 'not that good' after-effect. But as you know, perseverance always pays).
So all this lead to the beginning of the 'oye-bubbly' beer parties at Mr.G's room(great sound system, great CS videos, good collection of songs, accessible to all, etc.). That pepsi-advertisement actually came in those days only, and so we listened to it most of the times. It represented the 'high-fly' zone or something. The mood was usually upbeat, the alcohol content kept varying but it was a trifle more inclined towards the lower side. The "I'm on a high and i wanna fly" stage was represented by dance,ne kind ; appreciation of the dance, ne kind ; loud music,ne kind and other similar stuff.It was definitely better than the earlier situations with " Oh! me " playing on the speakers and two guys in two corners, clutching their bottles, pacifying their souls, and thinking that this was the eternal nirvana. The current situation was better, with acts that provided instantaneous nirvana, and you can again get back to play a game of CS, rather than breaking the handle of your chair, or your door latch or something else. We all enjoyed a lot in each other's company and met great guys like Mr.D and Mr.W and Mr.A.(typical hall-2 guys) and later on Mr.K'' and Mr.A'. These parties went on for quite a while, especially with quality stuff provided by the shop at gate and quality food by Hall-4 canteen. Meanwhile as a repercussion of these parties, a lot of critical situations became unavoidable, and some things took their own route, contrary to my liking ofcourse, but that doesnt diminish the individual "magical experiences" of those nights.
A lot has changed since then. Visit to ground bottom, becoming a phoenix, reconstruction shit and so, life goes on like it has always been. As i took a break, Mr.P found a new companion in Mr.D(this comes with a big colon pee). Mr.D aint a new fellow, he has been there from time immemorial, but this contact was renewed recently. Mr.D is a typical "experience" guy, and discussion on him wud be done separately(wont be fair to this and Mr.D himself). Recently i decided to join these guys in a trip to heaven, and that was quite a bang! The theme, somehow came from the middle of the party :- "can't be bad..can't be bad" (Mekhi Phifer, 8 mile) and it seem really that life cant be that bad really. Dope the night, wake in the mornin, capture your dose of sunshine, and move on.From 'oye bubbly' to 'cant be bad' it's been one long unforgettable journey.
2 things.
1.This is a highly generalized version of the actual events.There might be some deviations, some missing facts, some exaggeration, etc.
2.This is only a recollection of the events as they happened and by no means whatsoever is this an attempt to promote alcoholism.
