Four years of Engineering had never been accomplished without this food joint, which has embraced our every roar of success. May it be the birthday of someone, may it be a casual dinner after a stretched week inside the campus, may it be a treat for unexpected A grade in a course, this was our den for those very much cherished four years.
I was never good in remembering the places, yet lights could seen fringing from that cosy small restro-dhaba after turning from that four-way near petrol pump. Rickshaw used to be an expensive affair, we used to walk till Gopal's, taking a rickshaw to main gate and trying to convince the rickshaw-wala to drop us to our hostel. Everyone trying to exploit the rickshaw-wala trapping in the gimmick by screaming out," Ours is the first hostel to come". May it be the last one, farthest from main gate; our attempts never ran short of confidence.
It used to be packed every time, while a nearby dhaba always looking for more passers with anxious eyes. Sheetal had a sitting plan in open with few tables laid just before the main road, and those meals were most delicious taken in the lap of sky, laughing out loud amidst the flashing lights of vehicles, soaring dust on road, honking horns of cars; yet those laughs still echo in my ears. I had shared every fruitful moment there only. A smile still flashes across my face thinking about the foods we had there. Four years sticking to the most economic and best combination of food, dal-makhani, kadai paneer and butter naan. Life seemed so complete with these three dishes forever.
Running short of money, checking the hand-made bill hoping to see an extra naan penned down, looking at each other faces with a wicked smile with everyone apprehending no money in pockets. One plate of dal-makhni cost around Rs 20, almost same tag for kadai paneer and Rs 3 for each naan. Yet it was a cumbersome fight not to pay the bill. "I paid the bill last time too", everyone's punch-line after the dinner, somehow reaching the faded conclusion that everyone would pay his part to that unlucky guy after getting back to hostel. As soon as money came out from slained one's pocket, that wide grin on everyone's face blew away the words of agreement.
Making our way back to our hostels lazily walking down the deserted wide lanes paved on the lush green grasses, those were elegant moments peeping into the girl's hostel from with those hindered sights of tall trees. Laughing, walking and talking, life never fantisized for anything else in those splendid days.
And now those cheap dinners are the most hard-earned ones for me !!
I was never good in remembering the places, yet lights could seen fringing from that cosy small restro-dhaba after turning from that four-way near petrol pump. Rickshaw used to be an expensive affair, we used to walk till Gopal's, taking a rickshaw to main gate and trying to convince the rickshaw-wala to drop us to our hostel. Everyone trying to exploit the rickshaw-wala trapping in the gimmick by screaming out," Ours is the first hostel to come". May it be the last one, farthest from main gate; our attempts never ran short of confidence.
It used to be packed every time, while a nearby dhaba always looking for more passers with anxious eyes. Sheetal had a sitting plan in open with few tables laid just before the main road, and those meals were most delicious taken in the lap of sky, laughing out loud amidst the flashing lights of vehicles, soaring dust on road, honking horns of cars; yet those laughs still echo in my ears. I had shared every fruitful moment there only. A smile still flashes across my face thinking about the foods we had there. Four years sticking to the most economic and best combination of food, dal-makhani, kadai paneer and butter naan. Life seemed so complete with these three dishes forever.
Running short of money, checking the hand-made bill hoping to see an extra naan penned down, looking at each other faces with a wicked smile with everyone apprehending no money in pockets. One plate of dal-makhni cost around Rs 20, almost same tag for kadai paneer and Rs 3 for each naan. Yet it was a cumbersome fight not to pay the bill. "I paid the bill last time too", everyone's punch-line after the dinner, somehow reaching the faded conclusion that everyone would pay his part to that unlucky guy after getting back to hostel. As soon as money came out from slained one's pocket, that wide grin on everyone's face blew away the words of agreement.
Making our way back to our hostels lazily walking down the deserted wide lanes paved on the lush green grasses, those were elegant moments peeping into the girl's hostel from with those hindered sights of tall trees. Laughing, walking and talking, life never fantisized for anything else in those splendid days.
And now those cheap dinners are the most hard-earned ones for me !!
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