Desires were out to be thrown and the black was worn. 3 batches together got the grade to be called future engineers. Clad in the Samrat Kilvis attire we had just received from the concerned, Sandy Sir was our cheer leader and we were roving around the big funny auditorium. Banauda sir was busy doing his own stunts though similar to Yana’s for Babuji … and the night was the blender’s pride all the same for drinks, BC and just fuck*** core damn dance. I had gone with Khulbe and Devli to Bamrada’s restaurant for the pegs under the sky, which was never changed in those 4 years, staring and laughing at us and a true vigilant of the suckers. We had sleeping arrangements in NBH hostel for a good sum of big buddy bucks. Again came the pegs in picture and it was Khulbe who got me much more than I could ever manage to swallow. It seemed to have no ends and I could listen people shouting…some people were outcrying as well..God knows for what reason may be the all private emotions with the college and the colleagues…Then I just remember Suchir helped me to puke out the glory out of a struggling stomach. Sachin Joshi was been a big sanjosh along with several others to do the nasty try of vomiting…Next day was the convocation and I could feel a complete burst of madira drops inside. Finally I had to finger..(I hate fingering though..) inside my mouth and get the dust out as possible. The pride moments were never far and we got our degrees, and those moments got trapped by several cameras and we were now legal demolishers (so called engineers) to annihilate the world with our lethal technologies…
The biggest moment of my college days was yet to come. Most of the new born engineers had left the college for good but some had a liitle more interest to dwell further in the GBPEC hostels. I had my delicate reasons as the mark sheet was to be corrected by bearing them 100 bucks.(Believe me it was a good money at college time to just throw for correcting their mistakes). We stayed there for 4 years, our love, our family our friends, our everything was that small campus and when it came for one night stay, the college staff had their fuck*** reasons for us not to stay anymore…..it was damn crazy…Somehow we managed as we had done throughout those days.
Shail (short name) was one of the guys who could enjoy till the end of dooms day and so it happened. He was one of the refugees in NBH hostel and getting sips of last minute drops of the heavenly drinks, of course these drinks were heavenly and made us feel to be Lord Indra in the beautiful clouds of Pauri hills. There was a sudden knock on the door and shail opened with passion….In front were not the Gods and he too was not a devotee. There stood 3 malicious teachers out side the room and banging for their sucking way of life. They wanted a pretty damn reason for staying in a junior’s room without an authorized permission from these builders of the earth..But alcohol always works and the OH part of it brings the life back even in the dead chaps..Shail started arguing and there was a slap sound within no seconds. Shail was hit by one of those Tridevs. Banauda Sir rushed from the near room with a knife in his hands…God it was not going to be a brutal History again. One of those Tridevs shouted it was not he who committed this crime…Everyone was shocked and the teachers were lil pissed off but more scared to death in front of their eyes.
It had always been Top down but a bottom up was never anticipated and imagined. Kukreti came along with other guys in a jeep booked from Pauri market and the teachers thought it was a gangsters group about to shoot them for winning performance as of future Bindra in Beijing’08. I was with Brij Bhandari and BD at that time and there came Mr Ravi Kumar…One of the teachers asked where he was heading towards..”Mandir ja raha hoon, chalna hai kya?”. It brought more frustration to them and one said this is not a discipline and then answer came “Gaa** mein le lo descipline”…There was no chance for any rhetoric performance for the Tridevs and they decided better to get lost in the jungle for ever and for ever and for ever…..
I remembered Mahabharat and felt it to be a true saying for "Yada Yada Hi Dharmasya…."
Monday, August 11, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
NAshedi mitr mandli
They say you know a person by the type of friends he has. Well, without being mean, I don’t think anyone can have any worse sons of bitches than I have had (I am sure they will return the compliment – more likely with more flashy words.)
Don’t know who to start with because shit is really shit - be it a dog shit or a monkey shit. Due to lack of time- these being my office hours and almost the time for lunch, will confine the discussion to my GBPEC batch mates -the seniors are again left out, as they themselves have to be showered with praises .
Categorising them is as difficult as picking up a winning combination in the IPL – unlike there, there is no cap on the players.
There are basically three vices a man can have – Nari Nasha and Netagiri. This dialog – I heard umpteen times from LMT who has himself mastered the first two.
Nashebaaj is the word I can categorise a majority of my friends. Billu Tappu were the ones who basically hand picked me for these vices. Still remember the night we three had three bottles- that too for no loss.Had some narrow escapes when came back from their room downstairs in Ddun.
Gullu was one of the worst things that happened to me, as unlike others he gave me ‘company’ even after I was inducted into the ‘professional’ league in Infy Mysore. We emtied all our pockets in the likes of Jewel Rock and Jungle Dhaba. Before him, these luxuries were confined to weekends, but he would come bumping in the room- giving a devilish smile that had WHISKEY written all over. Innocent as I am, I would always fall for his tricks. Daily we went for a fag immediately after gym.
Sanjosh was another player of the same ‘class’. He was a real asshole who,during our last days in college, tried to make everyone emotional every time he had a booze. Had to give him company on our last night out in college- the night preceding the convocation.
Jugaad, though the most helpful person I ever met had an equally important role in ruining me. Don’t know how, but he always managed to have some cash for ciggis and his favourite-the beedis. If you can get it anywhere, you will get it in his room was our motto – common for filtered water as well as smoke.
His neighbour Baba- the most Jaleel baba I have ever met or will ever want to meet. He was another rascal who was always willing to pitch in 50 bucks for a bottle or afive rupee coin for a smoke.
Gupta and Devli I feel are the two creatures who were tricked into all this- ditto my case. None of them could handle it. Specially Baniya, who always looked for poles to climb on. I don’t know how this notion creeped into his head that he may be able to climb the poles. Devli the ass always was around when you were having a smoke and almost consistently forgot to pass it on and many a times licked the filter. Am not sure if he has some secret wherein ciggi ‘tastes’ better.
Doctor was arguably another main villain. I spent most of my time in the last two semesters with him, and incidentally this was the time I went from amateur to professional. He never let go and with his constant supply he ensured that neither do I. In Bangalore, he again and again tested my patience, and ensured I don’t live ‘without’ it for long.
I am what I am because of all these people and some others I may have missed.(Deliberately missed out Hemu,Yogi and BD as they never really played villains compared to these hardcore veterans and at some point of time even tried to help me out of it.)
And now when I set my Orkut status as ‘Quit’ smoking and ‘Ocassionally’ drinking, these are the ones who laugh their heart out. It is altogether a different issue they know me better and know a pun was intended. Still – don’t I have the right to ‘Quit’ even in my thoughts?
Don’t know who to start with because shit is really shit - be it a dog shit or a monkey shit. Due to lack of time- these being my office hours and almost the time for lunch, will confine the discussion to my GBPEC batch mates -the seniors are again left out, as they themselves have to be showered with praises .
Categorising them is as difficult as picking up a winning combination in the IPL – unlike there, there is no cap on the players.
There are basically three vices a man can have – Nari Nasha and Netagiri. This dialog – I heard umpteen times from LMT who has himself mastered the first two.
Nashebaaj is the word I can categorise a majority of my friends. Billu Tappu were the ones who basically hand picked me for these vices. Still remember the night we three had three bottles- that too for no loss.Had some narrow escapes when came back from their room downstairs in Ddun.
Gullu was one of the worst things that happened to me, as unlike others he gave me ‘company’ even after I was inducted into the ‘professional’ league in Infy Mysore. We emtied all our pockets in the likes of Jewel Rock and Jungle Dhaba. Before him, these luxuries were confined to weekends, but he would come bumping in the room- giving a devilish smile that had WHISKEY written all over. Innocent as I am, I would always fall for his tricks. Daily we went for a fag immediately after gym.
Sanjosh was another player of the same ‘class’. He was a real asshole who,during our last days in college, tried to make everyone emotional every time he had a booze. Had to give him company on our last night out in college- the night preceding the convocation.
Jugaad, though the most helpful person I ever met had an equally important role in ruining me. Don’t know how, but he always managed to have some cash for ciggis and his favourite-the beedis. If you can get it anywhere, you will get it in his room was our motto – common for filtered water as well as smoke.
His neighbour Baba- the most Jaleel baba I have ever met or will ever want to meet. He was another rascal who was always willing to pitch in 50 bucks for a bottle or afive rupee coin for a smoke.
Gupta and Devli I feel are the two creatures who were tricked into all this- ditto my case. None of them could handle it. Specially Baniya, who always looked for poles to climb on. I don’t know how this notion creeped into his head that he may be able to climb the poles. Devli the ass always was around when you were having a smoke and almost consistently forgot to pass it on and many a times licked the filter. Am not sure if he has some secret wherein ciggi ‘tastes’ better.
Doctor was arguably another main villain. I spent most of my time in the last two semesters with him, and incidentally this was the time I went from amateur to professional. He never let go and with his constant supply he ensured that neither do I. In Bangalore, he again and again tested my patience, and ensured I don’t live ‘without’ it for long.
I am what I am because of all these people and some others I may have missed.(Deliberately missed out Hemu,Yogi and BD as they never really played villains compared to these hardcore veterans and at some point of time even tried to help me out of it.)
And now when I set my Orkut status as ‘Quit’ smoking and ‘Ocassionally’ drinking, these are the ones who laugh their heart out. It is altogether a different issue they know me better and know a pun was intended. Still – don’t I have the right to ‘Quit’ even in my thoughts?
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