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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
A day to be remembered forever...
Everyone of us CSE guys who started their day at 5:30 in the morning on 17th Jan, 2009 now knows that it was a day which will stay afresh in out hearts for the rest of our lives. For it was our branch picnic!
After a great deal of struggle and several calls and abuses from neighbors and friends, people got out of their rajai with an effort so great as to match that of Everest climbers. For it was an unusually chilly morning and the sun had not shown upon yet. Getting to the toilet was equally painful as the walk on the corridors looked rather unusual and not to forget the thought that most other(non-CSE guys) were still in deep slumber with fascinations running wild in their dreams. Once reaching the wash basin was equally painful. No water and we had to brush our teeth in the bathrooms with the cold water kissing our naked legs.
All done, it was now time to get ready to move to the bus. Groups from Hall-2 moved to Hall-5 where the bus was suppossed to be boarded. We were to start at 6:30 but the loading of amenities required took more time than expected and it was nearly 8 o' clock when we finally started.
The journey from Rourkela to Khandadhara in the bus was kind of slow for most of the guys still had their dreams to complete. For those who were not sleeping, it was a journey which could be briefed as songs-music system-commenting on girls-burning of amplifier-suttas-music on phones and shuffles-bad road-suttas-sceninc view-and more suttas.
Finally we all reached the spot and each one of us was found appreciating the amazing waterfall which could be seen from the distance, listening to the sound of the water, having a look of the forest and bathing their feet in the stream which took away any fatigue which might have persisted even after seeing the waterfall.
After unloading stuff and a light breakfast, the crowd was more than eager to explore places and looking an appropraite place to take a bath in the ice-cold water. It ended after 2kms of mountaineering with short breaks and then reaching a good place. Then diving into the cold and rather little dangerous looking water in underwears and shorts while the girls rested themselves talking among them looking at the semi-naked bodies playing merrily in the stream and smoking on their suttas. The sight of the waterfall was a lovely one and the bath was the best part of all.
After all that, the trip downhill began when after every 5 mins someone was heard shouting... "Careful....Steady!" If anyone slipped, many would exclaim- "Careful idiot. Can't you walk a lil slower beep....beep....beep". Finally the downhill journey ended and a badmiton match awaited it followed by GPLs to the winner. Tasty food was laid out and it was just an excellent lunch.
So the picnic dusked with group pics, dancing and coffee.
The return bus journey was marked with shayaris,Antakshari and more masti. So we reached the hostel thus, and which marked the end of an unforgettable picnic- a once-in-a-lifetime picnic!!!
Long live the CSE masti. Long live friends and friendship!
After a great deal of struggle and several calls and abuses from neighbors and friends, people got out of their rajai with an effort so great as to match that of Everest climbers. For it was an unusually chilly morning and the sun had not shown upon yet. Getting to the toilet was equally painful as the walk on the corridors looked rather unusual and not to forget the thought that most other(non-CSE guys) were still in deep slumber with fascinations running wild in their dreams. Once reaching the wash basin was equally painful. No water and we had to brush our teeth in the bathrooms with the cold water kissing our naked legs.
All done, it was now time to get ready to move to the bus. Groups from Hall-2 moved to Hall-5 where the bus was suppossed to be boarded. We were to start at 6:30 but the loading of amenities required took more time than expected and it was nearly 8 o' clock when we finally started.
The journey from Rourkela to Khandadhara in the bus was kind of slow for most of the guys still had their dreams to complete. For those who were not sleeping, it was a journey which could be briefed as songs-music system-commenting on girls-burning of amplifier-suttas-music on phones and shuffles-bad road-suttas-sceninc view-and more suttas.
Finally we all reached the spot and each one of us was found appreciating the amazing waterfall which could be seen from the distance, listening to the sound of the water, having a look of the forest and bathing their feet in the stream which took away any fatigue which might have persisted even after seeing the waterfall.
After unloading stuff and a light breakfast, the crowd was more than eager to explore places and looking an appropraite place to take a bath in the ice-cold water. It ended after 2kms of mountaineering with short breaks and then reaching a good place. Then diving into the cold and rather little dangerous looking water in underwears and shorts while the girls rested themselves talking among them looking at the semi-naked bodies playing merrily in the stream and smoking on their suttas. The sight of the waterfall was a lovely one and the bath was the best part of all.
After all that, the trip downhill began when after every 5 mins someone was heard shouting... "Careful....Steady!" If anyone slipped, many would exclaim- "Careful idiot. Can't you walk a lil slower beep....beep....beep". Finally the downhill journey ended and a badmiton match awaited it followed by GPLs to the winner. Tasty food was laid out and it was just an excellent lunch.
So the picnic dusked with group pics, dancing and coffee.
The return bus journey was marked with shayaris,Antakshari and more masti. So we reached the hostel thus, and which marked the end of an unforgettable picnic- a once-in-a-lifetime picnic!!!
Long live the CSE masti. Long live friends and friendship!
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