The book is an attempt to bring back memories of an era that continues to twinkle even after years of dust have settled over it. A phase of life that may be the most crucial for any human being is the part spent as a student. This is a reflection, a narration of stories, an attempt to make memories felt—portrayed through words and descriptions of happenings from a time that never truly vanishes. Generations come and go, but such tales never fade. The narrative has been put into words by one, though it has been felt and experienced by all.
It’s nostalgia, documented!
This is a completely gender-insensitive narration of experiences. These are unbiased accounts, with no relation to individuals, whether boy or girl. It would be a pleasure to read, someday, a woman writing her own version of these memories. Only then, perhaps, could the incomplete picture receive some measure of justice.
Life is memorable only when it is lived in—or as—extremes. Otherwise, it is simply successful. And all successful lives are not necessarily worth living.
Living a successful life and living to be successful are two divergent concepts. Yet, their cocktail is an experience that remains unrealised until it is tasted. A teetotaller will never understand why there are different types of glasses for different species of alcohol. Ultimately, it is all liquid, meant to change the mood; and once the mood has changed, the liquid, its colour, and its quantity all lose their relevance.
In fact, only those are able to succeed who treat every moment as a success. Every moment is a challenge, and every next person is a challenger. However, only a drunkard knows what a beer mug means—and that one does not drink red wine in a steel glass. “Drunkard” might sound raw, but it is only when one dips oneself in devotion that one begins to sense the senseless.
