Before u begin lemme tel…either u read completely or drop it from here…
January 18th is a memorable day for me. It was on last Jan 18th one of my dreams came true. Now I wanna share about the dream . As Abdul Kalam said Dream is not what you see in sleep, dream is the thing which does not let you sleep, this dream of mine truly falls in that class as thinking of it still makes me sleepless. I am enclosing a page of my dairy where I jotted down the experiences then…
“I am gonna tell about ma visit to IIM. (IIM have suffixes A, B, C, K, L indicating the location). It was Niju –ma super senior and friend who told about a seminar called Barcamp. The venue was IIM. It brought immense delight to me as to make a visit to IIM-K is my intense long desire. At any cost I didn’t want to miss that bus. And I didn’t. The venue-academic block is 2km away from the main gate. I was amazed and ma eyes were taking 180 dgeree movements to ensure that i don’t miss any good scenes there. At last we reached near Academic block. I was wondering which one of the blocks I see is the academic block. Very soon I understood, unlike ma college, here they call a “block” for a collection of multistoried eye catching buildings. We were asked to sit inside a class room.
The class room…I can’t express. How can I compare that with my class rooms? If I was asked to list the common things in ma class and that class room, the tube light will be the solitary member in that list. Even fan and chalk won’t come in that list as the amphi theatered , air conditioned class rooms there preferred LCD projectors. Superb…great…marvelous .These were some of the adjectives that were dancing on my tongue to express ma exclamation. I think a person like me who had spent hardly 6 or 7 hrs there can’t tell much about it. The part of that IIM I saw is beyond words. Now lets to move to the incident which made my dream a memorable one.
The program started by 10 am. By 1.00 it was lunch break. My bro’s friend is student of this institute. I decided to see him. I called him, he told the name of his hostel. It was K hostel. Like the institute the hostels there also had immense regards to the English letters for they don’t even try for other names. Few volunteers helped me to show the way. So I was on my way to the k hostel. I passed E hostel. To my right there is a hostel, I don’t know the name, may be F or G. It was a 3 storied block. The ground level was parallel or horizontal to the first floor, ie: the ground floor was rather like a under ground. The rooms there had balcony. Suddenly my eyes took a permanent residence at the balcony of a room.
What was there?
After all a balcony na..?
So what was going on at that balcony…?
To be simple..In one word
SEX
Shocked…..?
If yes please stop reading for I am going to explain more about that horrible scene.
A gal was lying on the legs of a boy. Gal was smoking. Boy was sitting on the floor. Then I looked him, his hands were busy. His hands were inside her T-shirt. Hope, there is no need to specify the female body part where his hands found “comfort”. Her legs were “vibrating” like a tuning fork. Actually her dynamic legs grabbed my attention to that balcony.
Could u believe this..?
My legs failed to take steps. I stood there.
I felt guilty. And I cursed my destiny that made me a witness for such a dirty thing. But I am sure the boy or gal never felt the same.
1 thing I can say…
What was going on my mind was not, about the gal, boy or my lucky opportunity to see a live sex (that too free of cost) but was about that gal’s parents. Daughter studying in one of the best b schools. They spend 12lacs for 24 months program.
What the hell is she doing…?????????????????????????????????
To get an admission to IIM is not an easy task, so both were intelligent in all sense. The nation ,family and society expects a lot and never this. They should be the role model for the world and the younger one’s. Are they? and is this the way? should the youth get inspired from this…?
What so ever it may be…lemme continue
Suddenly I heard a voice:” enthada vaa noki nilkunne,,,,”
It was another student, some how he was able 2 get that I am malayalee.
I said “nothing” He told “ignore it. It happens here, dont look there, if they see you…you will be in trouble” So I start to walk ahead, soon I turned back. The gal was looking at me, I think. Not sure. By that time she was going to reciprocate to the boy for his gentle deed. And the boy was unzipping his pants to make things easy. Quickly I turned my head and whispered “omg!!!!!!Bastards!…” Soon I went to the K hostel. Saw shamin. Had a small chat with him. Then I returned back to the academic block. On returning from K-Hostel I dint look there. My mood was spoiled. It took time for me to become normal. I didn’t eat much. Afternoon session I was not attentive. And I left home, before the end of the program. Earlier I told ma brother and Niju, that I would return only next day morning, but I reached home by 5.30 pm. I tried to study. I failed. Still, my mind is in front of that room. Not because I don’t have such a chance or I enjoyed that sex scene a lot. But as a one liner I would tell the reason for ma discomfort as- my perspective to love and life is no way similar to those people. So what do you say now “Dream is not what you see in sleep, dream is the thing which does not let you sleep”
Is that rite…? And does that make sense now…?
IIM ma dream….givin me sleep less nights…”
When i shared this with some of my friends then all had opinions of same school. Niju told it happens in all Premier Institutes , ignore it. All other friends of mine- irrespective of gender had opinion similar to Niju.
