Three together from the college days , Ponch number one is elder by
three years than the remaining two Ponchs’s
who were of the same age , if Alexander Dumas had penned, he would have
christened Athos, Porthos, and Aramis. I do not have a time machine to go
back to France of 17th century and in this twenty first century ,
the more appropriate will be Ponch number one , two and three.
Ponch one was and is always an inspiration for the second
two, let it be in terms of academics, alcohol or all arounds, he is everything
for us. Before our eighteen year old brain got a chance to know what ragging is, we both were suspended
from hostel for interacting with the first years, we were just asking names and
interests, a mere induction to new environment. If only these kind of rules
were implemented a year before I wouldn’t have removed my moustache, or torn my
only shirt into sleeveless or hidden the ten rupee pocket money in my
socks. Those were the years gone
.
Coming back to the suspension part, we poncho two and three
were helpless and nowhere to go, It was fifteen minutes past one in midnight
,we walked past the hostel gate carrying the confident that elder ponch is there for us. Indeed it was he
who made us survive those suspended days.
Let it be three meals a day or just one meal a day, three
right hands share a single plate. The exception is only when there is a meat in
the menu, where ponch One is a non meat eater. All those eyes on us were full of envy. In fact we did
not knew the meaning of friendship, all we knew was "all for one, one for all"
