Happy Bhawan Day!!...Pulkit

There you go in the end, with the anger unleashed at your very own
bhawan, “Jawahar Bhawan”. The last bhawan day in IITR as I remember,
it was my 2nd year. I was waiting for it once, for a long time as
inquisitive as it being my birthday. People will come, People will
see, People might destroy… as per their generosity but I have always
liked it. To be on the other side of the destruction is what I have
never experienced. I love when ppl say to others happy bhawan day,
love the food(sometimes), love the decorations, and actually ppl
thinking of me as someone who will invite them here.
As the days went louder, it seemed I will not even deliberately be
able to issue the passes. Its not all like the other bhawans where you
can find a secret chamber to the food court or arrange for more
members than the number of passes. Out of surprise I could see more
haddus and maddus than expected, dunno but sometimes I feel where do
these guys actually come from? And why won’t you expect when the half
the pop. Here is south Indian irritating with the smashes and the
drops every night.
Now when everything is over I stand in front of my room, its 12
midnight. The water doesn’t seem to last. It feels I actually had a
swimming pool that is about to dry. The smell of my Chocolate
Seduction AXE doesn’t seem to go. I ponder whether I even liked it
once. The razor blades of my sweet fan torn apart, folded into
infinite loops. The scratches of Happy Bhawan Day on the wall that
make me feel as if they have put some dynamite ready to blast. My bed,
now seem to be lying aside, which was my favorite spot in my room. My
blanket bathing in the water spread on the floor. Oil and Shampoo and
Surf Xcel on the walls as if even they need to remove their dandruff.
The torn souls of my dreary newspapers. My clothes, my shelter, spread
on the floor with the footsteps of the Vampires.
The question still ponders ……
Isn’t that you were willing to do when others were at your side…IS
THAT LOVE….OR REVENGE