Mandakini Hostel, a.k.a. Mandak had its Hostel Nite. Akki invited me. The entire Mandak had changed. Typically its dull with hostelites' undies drying on the strings. And usually a group playing footer. And of course one lone security guard announcing '347, Local Call Online'.

But tonite was different. The main entrance had a Disco Ball firmly in place. A torch projected a green light onto it. And there was light music playing in the background. This was at 7PM. The walls were plastered with descriptions of the inmates, alongwith a wacko photo for good measure. They call it Profile.

This was like a farewell for the outgoing batch. There had to be good food and an even better dance floor. The other part of the field was done up nice and proper - the garden and all.

The booze flowed in the rooms. Thanks to Dee, we guys helped ourselves to Romanov and Old Monk, followed by Unlimited Pizza from Pizza Corner. I don't know if those dopecats were on some cost-cutting spree, but no ketchup or chilli-flakes were served. Yeah, but who was in it for the Pizza anyway ?

Danced till 12:30 AM. One helluva party. There was everything - Bhangra, Rock, Tam, Gult, you name it. Awesome.

My black shoes turned red in the IIT sand. My white shirt is a shade lighter than pink. But the party was awesome.