The Blood and
the Seed
I
t was all over. Everyone with-
drew. The Students’ Union’s
representatives had been cho-
sen. Now, I have the first hand expe-
rience of a classic thriller. Oh Man!
The brotherly hugs and back pat-
ting, arguments, demands, compro-
mises and disappointments. Secret
meetings, public displays, the spy-
ing, the twists and turns, the worry
(of an alliance breaking) and a few
chilling winter nights, which kept us
all on the edge of our seats, when
we were chewing the popcorns of
academic neglect! I would say that
“the winter is over". But just as the
ice melts after the winter, my heart
too melted to an eye opening scene
which brought a U-turn to my view
on the winter.
It was the dusk time. An inter se -
mester cricket match was just over.
Suhas , Vivek, Pratheek and I were
all sitting on a bench in the quad
laughing over the way it all went,
especially the tense 2 hours prior to
deadline. The sun had set, probably
just as tired as us. The sky was illu-
minated enough by sun light to let
the moon dominate now. So was my
mind clear, and deprived of the un-
conscious bias. And yes, I had blood
on my hands! Well, everyone has! At
this juncture came Mohil, Mohak
and Lakshay, slowly approaching us
with smiling faces. They congrat-
ulated us. Shy and non verbal as I
am, I began to keenly listen them
talk. My heart was still submerged
in the ocean of guilt.
"Yaar seriously, enjoy karo yaar tum log!
Hum bhi enjoy karengey, hum room mey
nahi baithney waaley! In fact, hum hi
dengey tum logon ko party. Pulse achey sey
karvana" in a friendlier tone.
And so melted my heart, my eyes
just on the brim of getting filled
with tears. I silently slipped away
from there (GF's call). I rushed into
my room and stopped holding back
the tears. My body got hot and my
eyes reddened. Tears dried and my
cheek tight. The tears washed away
the guilt and a new seed had been
sown of respect and hope for a new
start. Yes. I cannot digest the fact
that such lovely people had been left
behind.
That night two parties happened
in the two halves of the Basket-
ball court. Late that night the long
troubling incision had been sealed.
Thanks to ethyl alcohol for lowering
the screen of inhibitions that night.
Now when I look back, it all started
crystal clear - straight like a thread
and got all messy and knotty with
time. Even if we try to decipher it
now, we would be wasting time since
there is no need to do that. We cut
down the messy part, threw it in the
garbage and now we have a new
thread just like the one before. Let’s
not let this one get messed up again!
All the best to the new SU! We
chose you ‘cause you are the best at
doing the job for us (no kidding. Se-
riously, you are the best!). I hope we
all shine as a badge of honor to our
country.
Jai Hind!
Nabi Darya Vali
3140, Batch of ‘13