Classmates of Karan collected funds and decided to spend the evening in his farmhouse. During the day they remained busy in the birthday celebration of their school, but having untold energy they chose to spend few hours in the farmhouse. Their firmness to go there was respected by their parents. Some of them were having chauffeur driven cars and helped their classmates to reach there. Karan’s parents reached there in their Xylo car to provide them the facility of an electric connection for DJ.
The lawn was manicured and all green due to rainy season. The showers gave sleepless nights to our Chief Minister, Sheila Dixit, who could not complete the project for the Common Wealth Games. Five big round tables along with fifty chairs were spread in the lawn to enable the students to eat food and thereafter enjoy dance with the rhythm of the DJ music. The DJ operator adjusted all the knobs and was ready to operate the machine when the drizzle started making the organizers anxious, but it stopped after five minutes.
The place was abuzz with the shrieks of hellos, shake hands and squeezing each other, and driving pleasure meeting them once again after their school function. In a hurry they could not collect the pizzas, pasta, and cold drinks they had ordered from McDonalds. The responsibility fell on Karan’s parents who collected the stuff and after handing over the goods to students left for their house in Inderpuri. They were very well aware of the carelessness of their wards and remained there for a pretty long time to provide them an alternate arrangement of power in case of outage, which was common in Delhi. They kept a big generator in place, but God did not let them feel letdown though the function was arranged by students on a blind date.
The table was laid by some students with the help of Karan’s maid and within thirty minutes they finished their dinner with Pepsi and Cola and came to the DJ arena. The students were in their form and during the last one hour the music was loud and their spirits high. The farmhouse was buzzing with activity; the students clicked their cameras and both boys and girls kicked up the activity all at once. Their presence, rhythmic dance, birdie conversation energized the place. After getting the feel of dance the girls went to the entertainment area of the farmhouse and enjoyed swings, and the boys remained busy with the parallel bars and climbing on rope. The whole area was echoing overwhelmingly with the young guns having high metabolism.
Karan’s grandpa was lucky to enjoy the company of students there and earlier too during his trekking programs, which were arranged by the Delhi Mountaineering Association of which he was an office bearer. Age for him was only a number. He took part in all the activities and enjoyed life with young trekkers. He accompanied foreign expeditions as a liaison officer and acquired various skills. He so often related his experiences to young trekkers that flashed back his memory all of a sudden. He generally gave the detailed account of his experiences to non-trekking friends, even if they were not interested to listen to him. His wife often told him not to bore people, with his monotonous chitchat that gives interest only to trekkers.
Karan and his friends invited him to take part in the dance and he was anxious to do that but something restricted him to do which he could not understand. He once gathered courage, got up to join the youngsters, but felt a strong jerk in his body restricting him to take part in their activity. During early days of his life, the word pain or sluggishness was remote to him. He was agile as a lion on high mountains and usually showed his interest in the scenic beauty of nature. He was perfect in health with normal body, even though he has pushed eighty by then. This was a rare chance when he kept watching them, and wished to be surrounded by his own friends who would have dragged him in the ring, and the anxiety would have blown away.
The darkness was going to pierce the day light when the students started packing up to leave in the cars of their friends. The gathering became thin, and there was another group of fourteen boys who remained behind to spend the night in the farmhouse. They were conversing, laughing and shrieking, but the farmhouse which was bursting with students looked desolate, as if they had taken the pleasure of their presence with them, leaving the greenery to wail in their absence. The togetherness blossoms if it is from both sides and it is worth experiencing whether students would also miss the environment to which they gave the humming music of their voice and the feelings of pleasure with their closeness.