I'll always remember..

With the year about to end and my younger sister busy getting her Slam Book completed (it was her eighth one this season), only one entry was left so she turned to me to fill it up. All queries were being answered without letting the pencil breathe (I still prefer writing with a pencil) before I finally stopped at one question that read, “The best day of my life was”. Four lines were too few to answer it so I decided to put it up here.

 

I’ll always remember my nineteenth birthday. Unlike any soap opera, it was full of emotions, actions, casualties and three NO’s (read further for details). The day started at 12 am with an old friend of mine calling me to wish me (old, here, refers to her age) followed by my cousin who called me from some arbitrary number (I did the same to her on her birthday and managed to reveal many of her secrets). The day (night instead) proceeded with many phone calls and me worried about my event as we had to start the gaming event at ten in the morning and at two in the night, our sponsors tell us that they can’t provide us with the dabbas (IITR lingo for compus). All of a sudden there was chaos in the arena and job to arrange forty dabba began (that means you can’t sleep until you are able to arrange the dabbas). By 6 in the morning we managed to arrange 28 compus but there was more trouble, installing the games on them. This continued till 9 in the morning while the event was finally started.

 

Another cousin of mine, who was there for some other event, started calling me just so that I could attend her event. But ironically, I couldn’t. It was evening, phone was ringing repeatedly, and I uttering just five words to everyone,” Thank you. I’ll call later” without listening what the caller intends to say. It was dark and I was without a sleep, a bath, food and without my mobile charger (it went down but my senior’s phone came to my rescue). It was nine in the night; I was free but only for two hours. I called my cousin and her friends to take them out for an ice-cream (that was the only good thing that could be done in the 2 hours I had). When I reached to receive them, I was informed that she’s ill and it would not be possible for her to go out. Not only she, but nine more of her friends were ill (perhaps the roorkee summer too was hot for them), so I took the remaining four for a dinner (my INSATIABLE was also among them). We people talked, laughed and ate food in the not so crowded Students Club of my college. Then there was the photo session.

 

Just after that, we ate the deadly cassata (deadly in the sense, after eating it, all were down with either fever or cold). We walked back to the hostel sneezing and wheezing. I never realized it’s already 11:30 and I am already late. I was about to ask her out for a picture when the phone rang and someone very sweetly said, “Hey Honey, why didn’t you call me, I was waiting for your call”. Surprised, I asked her,” Do I know you?” The sweet voice became sour and she shouted, “You scoundrel, you don’t remember me. I can hear voices of girls. You (beep), that is why you are acting strange, you liar, you cheat, don’t ever talk to me. It’s over”. Before I could say anything, the phone got disconnected. Being with those girls, I forgot that it’s not my phone, but the phone belongs to my senior and I screwed up his love life. Feeling guilty of my act, I ran back to the arena, told him the story and got a very good birthday gift in return, a GPL. Finally, it was twelve and the day was over.

 

To sum up::

1.       My eyes were filled with tears after the dabba news.

2.       My sister’s unsuccessful attempt to reveal my secrets.

3.       I, not having, a bath, breakfast, lunch and a sleep.

4.       My time spend with the four of them.

5.       All of us getting ill.

6.       I, screwing my senior’s love life.

7.       Last but not the least, I getting a GPL, the only thing I am afraid of.

 

P.S :: My 19^th birthday was on 24^th October 2008 and it was the first day of Thomso, our cultural fest.

 

Quote of the day:: Remember that the most beautiful things in this world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

Is this really friendship??

Last night, I was reading an article on the internet and came across this story. So the beast decided to bring it to, with his scissors on it. The subtle story deals with the friendship of Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta and factors that brought it to an end.

 

Alpha and Beta were childhood, family friends and they met Gamma and Delta in their college. Since college times, the four of them were very good friends. They use to share things, roam together, study together (for CAT), play together and do almost everything together. While Alpha was an introvert (perhaps that’s the reason why he was under-estimated by his teachers), Beta and Delta had crushes on their batch mates (but they didn’t have the balls to say it to them, also Delta was a teacher’s pet) and Gamma was neutral (neither was he an introvert nor did he had crushes). The latter three had the habit of humiliating Alpha as and when they can but Alpha never minded this because this was the only thing that could bring laughter to their (Beta, Gamma and delta) extremely boring life. Everything was going fine until the CAT result came out. Out of the four, only alpha managed to crack the examination and was admitted into an IIM (though I didn’t remember which one it was, definitely not A or B). Gamma and Delta took admission in the other renowned B-schools while beta was pursuing management from some unknown arbitrary B-school.

 

However, at this stage also, their friendship was not affected so badly. They still use to call each other, meet whenever possible but everytime Alpha was their target. He never showed his supremacy and was always down to earth. Things got more worsened when Alpha found a suitable girl. According to beta, alpha didn’t deserve anything, be it IIM, and be it his girl, victory in game of tennis or any computer game. But the fact was that he was jealous of Alpha because everytime they competed (CAT, any game, exams in college or tennis, alpha played it for the first time), Beta suffered defeat. Beta and Delta started investigated his love life and felt that he’s faking (because it was hard for them to digest the fact that alpha is going out with someone, he wasn’t good enough in looks, appearance and style or perhaps they were gays and didn’t want him to go out with someone except them).Gamma was still neutral (I doubt whether he was a dumbass).  Alpha was still not annoyed because he didn’t want to spill salt on their wounds ( he could have gone the AB way, “Mere pass ladki hai, IIM ki degree hai, naukri ki 100% guarantee hai, maa bhi hai, tumhaare pass kya hai??” and bring it to an end). But finally, it was ended the next day during the class reunion.

 

Still jealous of Alpha’s success in every field, they called him an impotent in front of their crushes and made him furious. He lost his temper (who can stand this) and revealed their secrets, about their crush, their jealousy and the biggest of them all; they are just barking dogs that could seldom bite (I wish I could have written all the words that Alpha spoke). Shocked and surprised (because he spoke for the first time and left them speechless), they were left lamenting because they lost a friend but he was happy because he finally managed to tell them, who they are and where they really belong to. The present day situation is::

1.       Alpha is working at a top post in a MNC earning about 50 lacs annually.

2.       Gamma and Delta are working in the same MNC but at a lower post and earning about 10 lacs annually.

3.       Ironically, Beta is also working in the same MNC but at a very lower level (just above a peon) and earning a meager salary and Alpha treats him as his peon because according to him, he deserved this (unlike truth, revenge is sweet).

 

P. S.:: Were any of the actions justified?? Do comment.

 

Quote of the Day:: Sometimes, giving up does not mean we are weak, sometimes it means we are strong enough to let it go.

Up and Downs

It’s been three semesters now and I am tired of answering questions like “How’s ur IIT goin on?”, “How’s life there?” etc. So the beast have decided to answer them all here.

It all started with 31st May 2007 when my computer screen flashed with a message that said, “Congratulations! Your All India Rank is 2589”. Though a little surprised initially I refreshed the page a couple of times hoping that the digit 2 has been wrongly placed. But it wasn’t so. A deafening silence engulfed my house. None in my family expected this rank for me. It seemed as if the cookie crumbled. But the mourning was finally over when the phone started ringing and people started wishing me and my family. Finally on 29th June 2007, it was decided that Kaku is heading for Roorkee, IIT Roorkee. The only person who had seem to be benefitted with this news was my younger sister, she was excited as she was about to have complete possession of my study room (she wasn’t allowed to enter into it). Packing started, advice started pouring in as the groom was been prepared for his bidaai. And finally it was the D-Day, 26th July 2007; I was emancipated from my family and was forced to survive into a huge room (compared to the room provided to the other IIT students) that too with a guy (I deserved something better. Ironically there wasn’t any girl in my branch too).

First sem started, I made new friends. Some were stingy and miser like AA, PV and others were hardcore Punjaabi’s like Jynja, A (not so) M etc and few were Haddus like Alpo (he was always after my ass because I wasn’t acquainted to correctly pronounce his name) and MVRM aka The Forever Kid aka Murty. Me, a beginner when it comes to cycling, was involved in various cycle accidents, sometimes injuring myself (that rarely happened) and at other times injuring my friends. Everything was going fine when I lost my cycle, two days later I lost my wallet and the very next day, I lost PV’s cycle (this is what he use to say). Everyday had a fixed schedule, classes :: 8-2, sleep :: 3-5, football :: 6-9, bakar:: till 2 atleast and then finally the days over. Happily the time passed and Thomso came where I met her (for more details wait for the next post). It was November and end semesters were nearing, everything was wrapped up till now. Came the exams, came the NCC camp, came a decent CGPA and hence, came envious batch mates like Lalli, Singh (the fattest ass on the earth) etc. Finally leaving everything behind me, I returned back to my home.

Started the second sem, few with people reacting pretty strangely (as they feared I may screw their BC plans and I actually did so). This was perhaps the worst semesters one could ever have. The quantity of my envious batch mates increased, I wasn’t able to play football due to “back” problems, had fight with the ex-DR 1 of my ex-department. I was so badly frustrated that in between of the semester, I went back to my home. BC was going on somewhere in my head and thanks to it, I lost the vote of trust of the few LS (they were really LS, good for nothing) batch mates who were my only support in batch C3. Engulfed by frustration I reverted back to old winning ways, CHEAT2WIN. But ironically, since it involved a girl (rather a bitch who could have saved me by eating a Center Fresh, Zubaan pe lagaam laga de but she uttered the truth) it failed (for the first time, sachchi) and I was boycotted by my LS batch C mates. Finally like everything, this semester also ended (not peacefully though). Back home, my interaction with her (the next post will be out soon) helped me sway away from my not-so-good instant past. I got myself involved in various activities and was very badly hoping for a BC.

Came 31st July, 2008 and I was in the second year still unaware of the final verdict of the Dean UGS regarding my branch and yes, I got a BC although it was just a fluke (read further). New branch was no problem for me because I already had TCS in it and making new friends is no big deal for me. Although I was given the title of RUDE by the only girl in our deptt, rest was all fine. Days passed away happily, bakar sessions became more frequent and all of a sudden came the mid-sems and for a change, I was screwed. More drama happened the next day when I was notified that Pinky (referred by this name since his DPS days) will be a Prondi (a slang for the Production and Industrial ppl) and the axe could fall on me as I didn’t deserved the BC (his grades were wrongly entered by the GOD, atleast for me, due to which I got promoted) and would be reverted back. But luck favored me again and I wasn’t axed. Everything was happy again; we went to IITD for their fest where Nasaman found his dream girl. Came the second mid-term, I screwed them in the excitement of meeting her (yes she was coming for THOMSO). Everything was good ( just like any SRK movie), mostly time was spent either at Nesci imitating AKA, Dinku or Dabake or at hostel watching Nasaman’s sexual assault on Lawnday, than in the lecture halls. Finally came the end-sems and third time in a row, I was screwed again, this time GANG WARS on facebook (all the readers please join my gang) taking up the responsibility. Exams ended, I returned back home hoping to finish the unfinished business but slipped off the stairs and decided to write this.

P.S. The author will like to thank everyone for lending him their ears.

Quote of the Day:: Hate not the flesh that makes me, but seek what lies beneath.

An Extraordinary Encounter

After being confined to the bed (as I slipped off the stairs injuring my right arm and leg) and getting bored playing GANGWARS on facebook or FIFA 09 online, I finally decided to join the friendly business of blogging and bring to you an EXTRAORDINARY ENCOUNTER which engulfed me, my friends and two unknown creatures on the 29^th of October.

I along with Thapa, ThukaHuaPaan and Yeda Anna were returning from my birthday’s treat with ThukaHuaPaan behind the wheels. Everything was fine till now and then suddenly, at a red light, a bike made contact with his Santro and took its taillight along with it. To impress the “babe” (she was really a babe) sitting behind the biker, he gestured us in a similar manner as Guru Greg did to the Kolkata crowd (..!..), and tried to flee away without realizing that how badly had he ignited the short-tempered ThukaHuaPaan. We followed them till the next red-light where ThukaHuaPaan stepped out and gave a tight one on his left (or right) cheek. Furious, the biker started abusing without having any idea whom he was abusing to. While the biker was dragged into the car and Yeda Anna drove the bike along with the babe, we all travelled to a Gopcha.

The atmosphere was getting heated up and me and Thapa wondering what’s next on the cards. At the Gopcha, Yeda Anna, a womanizer, started flirting with the babe while ThukaHuaPaan, our RAGHU (yes you guessed it right) and also a Verbal Rapist, started his BAJATE RAHO Session (I faintly remember where I first heard this term) with the biker. This is what ThukaHuaPaan was uttering,” S@@l3 b3Ti***d, tujhe pata hai tune kisse panga liya hai, hum tere b@@p hai. (beep) (beep) bandi ke samaane hero ban raha tha na , teri (beep)mein itna bada (beep) ghussaounga, tu sirf royega.”. While similar noise came from the mouth of THP, the biker was saying only two words, “Sorry Sir”. This continued for 15 minutes and quite interesting facts came across like::

1. The biker was 16 years old only.

2. He was a Modernite (our biggest enemy because we are Dipsites).

3. He didn’t have the license, not even learners, etc.

While this was going on, Geeky Thapa was busy chatting with his girl on the phone explaining her, the complex structures of Amino Acids and I was carefully listening what’s going on so that I could analyze, summarize and present it to you. ThukaHuaPaan finally got bored and decided to leave the biker only if he agreed to admit that the “babe” with him was not his GF but his bhabhi (sister-in-law) and Yeda Anna being his brother and to our surprise that a$$h0l3 agreed. What a shame!!!

We came back our respective homes, one rejoicing at getting a GF, other still teaching his girl, third worrying what will be his parent’s reaction and the last one thinking what to edit and what to not.

This is what happened on the 29^th October 2008 and today, 16^th December 2008, the situation is ::

1. Yeda Anna is happily hooked up with that “babe”.

2. ThukaHuaPaan is surviving on less pocket-money so that he could make up for the broken taillight.

3. Thapa is studying for his end-semester examinations with his girl.

4. God knows where the biker is (perhaps he’s planning to impersonate Imran khan’s role in the movie KIDNAP).

5. I am typing this.

P.S :: The content written by me can never be 100 percent authentic.

Quote of the Day :: Why do women talk a lot??Maybe they want to say a lot, but end up talking a lot..