Exiled in a resort

In my 3 years in NIT Hamirpur, I've come to learn that there's practically no place like this inside a radius of 5000 kms. There's no place, and I say this with a certain amount of confidence, where one can put out a chair in the balcony of one's room, turn on Brothers in arms, stretch out, sip on hot coffee on a cold November morning and stare at the snow capped peak looking into your face. There's no other place, where you could do what you just did and turned around and found her saying 'hey.. waddap :-)' on gtalk. Or you could bang on the door of your neighbour, and grab him out for a game of tennis.

There is no other place that I know of that will serve pipping hot Maggi at 3 in the morning even when the temperature is 3 degree Celsius. Where could you find a bunch of 20 odd guys sweating after a game of footie at 1 in the night? The benches at the Admin Block Nescafe and the view that overlooks it ; well, whoever said that the best things in life aren't free better eat their words. And I know not of another place that can put up a 3 day Hill'ffair (how aptly named!) that leaves you on a high. And kill me for saying this, but the nearest city is 5 hours away. And I'm glad it is.

To all those people in this lovely paradise - the guys at Nescafe who wont sleep to make sure we do, the chachus in every mess who gladly serve brats like us for half their lives, the gorgeous ladies in PGH who make our trips to juice bar worthwhile, the faculty that wouldn't mind staying for 20 odd years inside these walls so that we may go out to explore many more, the guards at the Gates who really know what drunk fights are, Tilak, Ekta, GTM, the newspaper boy and to every other breathing soul, I salute you for making these years worthwhile. It's a one time experience that's not meant to be repeated. There's too much richness in this campus that after a while, it's not fun anymore. But that's for another post.