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IIFT Diaries #105: Horror Buffs



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 his eyes open only a small amount for the past ten minutes lest the scary lady should pop out of nowhere.

While everyone else kept shifting and flinching in fright, Divy like his usual demeanour remained calm and composed.

It was the month of December and the year of 2016 and for the past few days, after a busy day of being socially aware, the four guys united over their awe for horror movies.

Jon had a productive day listing down what he termed as, “the top-rated horror movies of all time”. One hour into the movie we were stranded amidst a messed-up plot. His preferred choice of movies promised ghosts but ended up with psychopathic killers, cutting and joining people’s body parts. Prez, the gujju guy did what gujjus do. Who needs popcorn when you have homemade khakhda and chura and other terribly sounding but tummy-satisfying snacks. Wi-fi at C9 sucks. Then rose to opportunity, the sanskari ladka, the kadak launda of Delhi to deliver us from low internet speed. Divy was one of the first people in India to have gained a subscription of the most demanded Jio 4G. And Maiti, he just made sure the equipment was in place, and the people; no time to waste. If they hurried up they might end up watching two movies.

“Kiyeeeennnnn”

Jon had this annoying habit of creating this sound when the background music goes silent, the moment before the ghost usually appears. But the ghost and Jon never synced. Jon’s great efforts to scare others ended up in vain due to the ghost’s tardiness and an unperturbed Divy sitting beside him.

Once the movies were done and the lights came back on, they rushed to the washroom to relinquish the pressure on their bladders, all the while hoping not to encounter a face popping out of the vent or staring from the mirror; not to mention an upturned corpse walking on the ceiling.



From C9 to NH, from gory to terribly made, from psychological thrillers to terrifying horrors, they saw it all. They continued the tradition even when one of them landed an international placement. They found time to spare amidst assignment deadlines, presidential responsibilities, placement preparations and the everyday chaos. Their love for horror movies brought them together again and again.

Here's a list of movies we watched and I could recall from memory:

  • Coherence
  • Triangle
  • The eyes of my mother
  • Shutter
  • Grudge
  • Rec
  • Oculus
  • Lights out
  • Don't breathe
  • The Babadook
  • The autopsy of Jane Doe
  • It
  • Train to Busan
  • Annabelle Creation
  • Ouija
  • Sinister
  • Sinister 2

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