SLEEPLESS NIGHTS ( REALLY!!)

"HELL DOWN UNDER!!!...yess Hell down under, now this will be on Orkut “ , Nits was euphoric about it, it was not a place to be euphoric as we were lying down in my bed , chained with each other , through our arms and legs (we’re not gay.....it’s just the ”cold” we can’t resist )
Orkut , the so called superset of all the community sites has always been.....umm.....an emotional outburst.......well....you see like that borosil test tube (Gosh!!! they were expensive,orkut’s free ) which solemnly, subtly executes the reaction of our emotions .....emotions,our life processes bieng the reactants, those ultimate scraps being the catalyst , and finding the 100+ odd friends as the need for the reaction, the gaseous exothermic products are formed as the dashing punch lines, about me’s......
So from the wires of the main server of the orkut....to room mo. 38,my bed ,Nits’ head....”Hell Down Under” was being celebrated by relentless clattering of fingers , by that obscure sound from the mouth, as if that slimy water of mouth was having a boxing match with the inner furnishing of the “not so white teeth “ .
Now, if you don’t mind .....let me shift your attention to the other side of the bed .....that..was ME, who just 2 minutes before that impeccable creative deluge by Nits ,had got a premonition that the rest of night’s going to be sleepless.
Actually, HELL DOWN UNDER.....was....the.....the fruit....of the tree....of the news ..that....one big MNC Simplesoft had got the placement freezed.
It was 10th Aug 2006 when I started engg as a dream... of a dream which was quite an incredible dream (yes it was not credible , I may say so now ). An year later the blue walls of our placement cell were constructed which came as a rescue of my watching helplessly those red walls of our college's lover’s point. With that rescue also came, let’s say a target of......of getting a job, emerging from those blue walls to end the blues of oneself, of one’s family, to give those 4 years a name , a post, a location. But Satyam’s ordeal with fate is now eating out that credible blue dream of our’s ( mine, nits’ and many more) like anything.
Now I guess that “Hell..............” thing might have attained some weight for you. This line that from the next day was going to be the punch lines of Mr. Nits Gupta’s profile , was the punch lines of our life, our dream for a month. We were able to feel and experience the shrillness of the pitch of each word as it came to our ears...H...E......
Newspaper which, for some was a white thing with a black design,a scoreboard of Man U, or a treat of raunchiness personified was now a devil....a devil with white suite with black bullets up it’s sleeve.(the latest being Satyam).
Birthday bashes are a big thing for our hostels. My friend P G is 22 years old today. What I am thinking and he too, must be , with all those dance moves that he is 22 years OLD (without a job!!!).
But the dance will continue to make our bodies move, the music will continue to make our souls thrive and as I am seeing the b’day cake cut into pieces, I can assess that that last candle which is about to finish is burning brightly as....it has to burn more.....don’t know where .....but..Somewhere.