oh those days

The merrier the better was the philosophy....and it was lived to the core.So many things to remember and as I am sitting in a city saat shamudrer paare,surrounded by all sorts of gadgets and shada shada lok...the innocence and the enjoyment of the days I spent in SMC make me smile.One of the incidents I can never forget is-- joyride in Patoa Da"s car.He was a gem of a man,which is why he pardoned us the sin.He was at that time the only honoured Dada who actually drove to the hostel(2nd hostel) in his OWN car.One night as we were coming back from the mess,we discovered that we could not only unlock the carer dorja but start the engine as well with my VIP suitcaseer chabhi.So at midnight,when everyone was deep asleep,a gang of boys pushed the car to roughly near the post office(hush hush...) and then started it.Shiv was the only one who knew to drive a car.But that night 9 boys took turns to drive the car( a fiat) and none of the other eight had ever done that before.And mind you....there was no way any one of them was to be out of the car at any moment during the entire adventure.When all were exhausted,the gang drove the car to near first hostel and decided to push it towards second hostel..apparently to make it a noiseproof affair.And the nest thing,the car toppled down the slope while it was being pushed on the narrow track by the side of first hostel.As I said PatoaDa was one of the loving Dadas...and so all escaped being burnt in hell by the seniors.