Winter at JNU

JNU, the much dreamt about place since class12...presidency, jnu, oxford...
but alas, does life work out the way you always want it to?
am supposed to finish off two tutorial assignments and submit them on monday, and prepare myself for a written exam on persian words ranging from eradat( devotion ) to mehmandar( hostess ), but the only disadvantage of having a 24x7 internet connection in your room is to log on to different known places and let yourself go..am taking a real 10 mins break, partly to ponder about the things going on in my head right now, and partly to check out whether i still have the speed i used to have a month ago...(many things hv happened since then whc cd tamper wth the typing speed).
am a very coldy coldy person - by which i possbly mean that am forever snuggling under blankets during the colder parts of the day and emerging out of them only in dire emergencies :) but i never knew that winter could be so delightful, so amazingly great and enjoyable...
its not that i dont miss the presi field or the afternoon chats on my terrace back home, playing a peek-a-boo amidst the shadows of the winter blankets and razais hung out in the sun, to absorb the least bit of heat they could - i miss my home, i miss my friends i used to hang out with, 3 years of presidency, i miss shakya, adi, joy, i miss amrita, i miss dwiya, agnibho, rajarshi and sagnik, i miss them all, i miss the sports practice in sjc most of all...what fun it was being both on the girls' side, and then being on the captains' side...wierdly enough , i liked the former times better. sports practice meant less number of classes, and extra basketball and throwball practice meant even another chunk of classes slashed off my routine!!! i miss school and tirtha, rajni, jennifer, and bijetri...
winter brings us oranges and mittens, but winter brings me this year lots of memories...
last winter had been brilliant too, other than roaming along almost empty corridors on our fourth floor, and haunting kingshuk chatterjee's room, ( pritha, do u disagree?! :) ) winter for me was sitting beside the eveready man of mine, watching a carry on or endlessly chatting about nonsense, and sweet nothings, i never dreamt that id be sitting in delhi, in this abnormal cold (abnormal for a girl from an "un"cold place!!!) typing away in mirth - id never dreamt that was what wd happen in a year's time... i miss those afternoons, i'd wishd theyd never end...even when i was smacked out of the house, id still wish to fist his nose and say- "dude, i bunked a class for you, dnt send me away!!" sunny afternoons spent in adda in the nest...
but life has wierd plans for you whn ur busy making plans for it (so says lennon, he's my savior in distress along wth his men)!!! and jnu this winter is the single most beautiful thing that has happened to me, (leaving aside the unexpected bangla kabyo-sangeet connection wth good ol'koustuv dwn in hyderabdh, and the sudden unexpected post that came my way...)
jnu is so beautiful in the winter, just get up a bit late in the mornings, and i'll be able to tell you how...there is no sun till 4pm, no sun.my west facing window gets the first and last rays of the sun before it disappears. within 6pm, its pitch dark, and jnu lights up in its most amazing way. the slow fog starts settling down silently with all its charm, while the yellow lamps glow, creating a mysterious aura around the hostels and the far away neglected empty streets, if one walks towards east gate, (to my belief thats spookier than he brahmaputra side) - ALONE, then somewhwere or the other, there will be a certain streetlight which will go out, and suddenly, ull feel like as if, albus dumbledore is somewhere there, using his put-outer and there'll be a chill running down your spine at the very thought of it... yesterday it had rained, and i was returning from the seminar library at the end of the ring road to my hostel, which is at one end of the godforsaken campus :) joking - i love the route! and i was on my cycle, speeding down the slope, as if racing wth the rain, provoking it to accelerate wth me... jnu is beautiful, its woodlands, its open scrubland, its cemented demented and haunted areas are complemented by the spirit of the jnu-ites who live there...i love jnu because its my home, and i wake up, i live thru it, i go back to my room thinking that the next day is going to be just another day in paradise...no doubt the chilled water might just shock me to my senses right now, :) the mysterious comes to life at night, the enigmatic beauty, the soundless silence, all but a poets imagination, and it makes you feel at one with this place, jnu, my jnu...