Mr. Sharma turned off his flashlight, turned around, and walked away. The next morning, a new rule appeared on the hostel notice board: “No luminous cooking after midnight. Warden has eyes everywhere.”
It started with a text from Lucky: “Xtramood Original. Terrace. Now.”
The culprit was always the same: an unspoken pact called Gang Masti . Not the reckless chaos of fresher years, but a refined, original brand of insanity cooked up by four friends—Rohan, Lucky, Bittu, and Chatur—who had perfected the art of turning boredom into legendary disasters. Gang Masti -2022- Xtramood Original
What followed was not a stomach ache. It was a shared hallucination. The water tank became a UFO. The clothesline turned into a dancing anaconda. Chatur started having a deep, emotional conversation with a potted aloe vera plant, calling it “Baba.” Rohan laughed so hard he cried, then cried so hard he laughed, then lay flat on the concrete declaring himself “one with the drying socks.”
At 2 AM, the warden, Mr. Sharma, arrived with a flashlight. He found four engineering students in a circle, holding hands, humming the Baby Shark tune in three-part harmony, with a smoking stove between them. Warden has eyes everywhere
They ate it. Every last charred, glowing cube.
It was the summer of 2022, and the boys of Hostel 4, Block C, were about to break their tenth "No Masti After 10 PM" rule. Not the reckless chaos of fresher years, but
He stared. They stared back. Bittu offered him a piece of cold, glowing paneer.
Lucky, in a fit of culinary madness, emptied the entire bottle of Mystery Sauce onto the paneer. A greenish-purple flame erupted—not hot, but luminescent, like a small, illegal aurora. The four of them stared in stunned silence. Then Bittu whispered, “It’s… beautiful.”