Deciperous Moments With Magic Rings

Desserts Before Dinner

       At the mass call, just after Jenny and Lenmark’s Confirmation of Admission after the Study Tour, they were astounded by the ambience of the mass call.
       To Jenny, the mass call was a bit too classical; whereas to Lenmark, he could have well-spotted some new technologies being well-employed.
       At least, after the litany of all the “you-must-knows”, they had a clown show, somewhere near where they had their lunchboxes.
       An acquaintance of Lenmark said there was a mysterious case two years ago, but he could not grasp the incident. That just added some shrouded mystery to the Baker’s College.
      Jenny could somehow spot something unusual through the most usual corridors. But they could hardly fathom why.
      Northern Pramperton prided themselves on sports, food and religion. They had a rather lively and vibey sports scene in the Metocrokus region. The city had a very famous Foodpicker’s Street, which people of all likes gather, cherish the moments and dine together.
     The city of Northern Pramperton, according to Travellocaucus Megas, also had a very free religious atmosphere. Mosques, churches, temples, synagogues or New-Age Churches adorn the very map of Northern Pramperton.
     Lenmark bought some Black Pepper Chicken Popiah filled with chicken, cucumber, carrot and bean sprouts, and ate them together with Jenny, who had also brought some chicken porridge with peanuts. They dined at a New-Age Styled cafe, which did not prohibit outside food, so long they did place their order on the drinks.
     It was nothing so out-of-the-ordinary, whence classes made students check-in and check-out regularly.
     They had their usual cycle of joy, laughter and certainly did try to contain and control their boredom.
     To encourage and continue the esprit-de-corps of Northern Pramperton, the focus of students was channelled to an Age-old, albeit always renewed, Indic Vedd’s Tournament.
     Lenmark and Jenny looked at a bunch of owls, which evicted their lethargy, in their wooden prowess.
     Did he ever have emotion? Lenmark, for a moment, did not quirk himself to do so. Did he have sadness? Not the time for him to have an inkling of a doubt.
     Lenmark and Jenny had five courses that semester, which amounted to a very hectic college schedule. Time flew and it was only last week when all those classes ended, leaving a lapse of a week before the next week’s examinations. However, not all were about to have such mood for reading through the lines though.
     Some enrolled into the extra-collegiate Indic-Vedd’s Challenge, championed by Professor Sindha, who believed that the length of the Tournament, which was three days, had served the folks quite well, without any essenceless braindrain, resulting from over-studying.
    Jenny wrote something about the first day of the tournament, which fitted in the cozy pages of her diary.
   
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    Mid-autumn Festival.            Monday

Dear diary,

    Hello, or yello! This Indic Vedd’s Tournament is flowy-followy to me and I think, Lenmark’s in it too.
    The Hockey pitch went slightly hockus-pockus when the hockey stick had not have fair play, resulting in severe penalty.
    The casualty? I bet he should rest in hospital. God loves him ma. Who knows? The winning team could be cheekless too. Lol.
    I visited a nearby football pitch too, with Lenmark and the folks playing their non-tournament football game (soccer). I was rather impressed as the referee was rather a celebrity.
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    Lenmark did actually join the second day of the Tournament. The Day started with some Tennis game. What marked the difference was the organizer intended it to be Tennis-Ping-Pongathon, but it sparked anger from Lenmark, who initially championed the tennis game.
    “What a shame! All other games had been solitary, that was just sooo, sorey! Curshey-Arn, my goodness,” Lenmark remarked quite angrily.
    The organizer ended up ordering a new winning trophy, just for Lenmark. They apparently changed it back to being solitary, secretly while endorsing the players to double at both games.
    The Tennis-Ping-Pongathon was not too bad.Lenmark was awarded 200 Northern Pramperdonian Dinare for winning the game. The awkward situation was resolved when only the cheques were awarded, let alone the non-arrival of trophies.
    Lenmark and Jenny sat together at a corner beside the Lake, somehow videoing on the third day’s challenge.
    Apparently, some paid for a visit to a factory making shuttlecocks and badminton nets. They were asked to replicate the ardour and the fittest wins.
    Jenny thought, if she could find something like a Magic Ring, she would definitely enjoy it with “endless charm” and “endless aura” that it would bestow upon.
    She tried to sound less excited, by browsing through videos of financial wisdom, but nonetheless it did not work as expected.
    Looking through her bag, Jenny found a special map, leading her to the possible realm of Magic Rings, but she startled a while.
    “Is this really my procrastination?” Clearly, Jenny really did wonder what was in her mind. The map was, then further read, and she found something tick-tocking in her, rhyming to be in tune with the Universe.
     TO FIND THE MAGIC RING, THREE PARTS HAVE TO BE FULFILLED, ALBEIT THERE COULD BE MORE.