Whispers and Words of M R Maiti

The corridors are empty. The lights are dull. Over a sea so vast, Fell a saddening lull. As I look back in the rear-view mirror, Memories do shine. The rush that heralded the day, Every morning in C9. Omar, Kangla and I boarded an auto in a hurry. Desperate times, desperate measures, not a luxury. Sheets unbalanced, forced STP, An hour into the lecture, the doors bang open. Then... enters TP. Slides transited, words flew around. The battle for the AC was fought in the background. The warriors of Section A, An enthusiastic Hermione Granger raged war against a sadistic Severus Snape. Sameer’s doubt... Never understood what it was about? Weaving magic with her words, the girl in the blue scarf, Joined the class only after the first half. The story of this section... You’ll hit a member of Mad House, if you Hurl a stone in any random direction. A Bong marketer found his love for trade. "Now Soumojit will answer", when...

Date:  Sunday, January 21, 2018 11:24 PM        Venue: NH 109 “Kiyeeeennnnn” A sudden screech reverberated across the room. “Cut it, Jon,” a whisper of voices, containing an undertone of warning, immediately followed. Jon retreated, back to his shell, waiting for his chance to pounce on them again. It was the dead of night. The entire hostel was engulfed in darkness. The students, breathing behind shut doors, were deep asleep. At least most of them were. In a room on the third floor - the first one on the right of the staircase and on the other side of the hallway - the fellows were not dead yet. A laptop, along with a borrowed 2.1 speakers sat on top of a double-bed, shedding its luminescence on the four figures: Maiti, Prez, Divy and Jon (in that order), their shadows thrown at the wall. “Oh, f***,” Prez crooned and hid his head under the blanket. “Kitni fattti h be teri,” Maiti mocked a subdued Prez. Nobody knew that Maiti himself had kept hi...