Improvising Versatility

It was 2am by now and Dutta and 2 other friends were
totally exhausted after long long sessions of bakchodi.

“Ah.. now the pain has ameliorated. It is time to sleep.”,
Dutta said.

“Yes. We are also going to our rooms. It has been a memorable
night.”, and the friends moved to their rooms.

“Oh God! Why these birthdays come?”, Dutta sighed and
went to sleep.

Contd..

Next Chapter from next post.
Keep reading.

And all the guys started to laugh as the warden would never
turn up.

Around 20 people were stuffed inside Dutta’s room and
they were enjoying themselves.
Music was put on the highest volume in that small 20 watts
music system. It was enough for the people in the room to have
a ball. All the neighbours of Dutta were already there in his
room.

“Ah!! It was fun today. I breathe easy now. I was so desperate
to give birthday bumps to Dutta.”, Bhakar sighed.

“Yes me too. It was fun.”, Rohit added.

“I have been crying in pain and you guys had fun.
I will avenge my pain. Let the right time come.”, Dutta sounded
vindictive.

“Haha. Let’s see. What can you do on my birthday.”, Bhaskar replied.

“You’ll feel my wrath on your birthday and mark it I won’t be
complacent.”

“Ok we’ll see.”

Now everybody started dancing and having fun.

Somebody asked, “Dutta, won’t you celebrate by cutting a cake tonight.”

“These guys haven’t brought any cake.”

“No shops were open. We’ll get the cake tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

The dancing continued.

After about half an hour, everybody got tired.

Dutta seemed extremely tired as compared to others.
“I am done. I am feeling sleepy.”
“Ok. We are also feeling dizziness. Oh. We have physics class
tomorrow morning. So boring. That lecturer sucks.”
“Oh yes.”
“I think she should get some training from some known physicists.”

People kept talking for another half an hour and that too random
stuff. A sort of Bakchodi was on.

Contd…

After 15 minutes of ruthless battering, people around Dutta seemed
satisfied. Dutta was groaning in immense pain. Dutta was hardly
able to stand. But then, everybody hugged Dutta one by one
and wished him.

“Arghhh.. It hurts. But anyways, thanks for the wishes.”, Dutta
could speak. It seemed that he was tired.

“May you perform your very best this year.”
“Many many happy returns of the day.”
“Happy B’day Dude.”
Such kinds of wishes kept coming for Dutta.

Meanwhile, one of the friends, Ankur brought a bucket full of
water and poured it right on Dutta. It came as a big surprise
and Dutta was jolted. Dutta sought a revenge and so he went to
the bathroom to bring another bucket of water.

He straight away splashed it on Ankur.

“It’s my birthday but I think my friends should also get
drenched.”, Now, Dutta was more excited.

This was more like a fire in the jungle.
Ankur and Dutta triggered a chain reaction and soon other friends
were also drenched.

They seemed unsatisfied as they did not get chance to drench anyone.
So, one of them thought that everybody who is a friend of Dutta should
get bedraggled this night.

“Yup, today night each friend of Dutta will be drenched in water.
Each one has to have a bath tonight.”, Bhaskar said.

So the MISSION BATH started in the mid of the night.
One by one each person from each room was dragged out and bathed
in water.

Even guys who were having a sound sleep were not left out.
They were pulled outta their beds and drenched.

“Ah!! Here is another friend of Dutta. How can we miss him?”,
Aman was pulled out and bathed.
The process continued for a long long time until everybody got
themselves satisfied.

Now, half of the people retreated to their rooms.

“Hey where is the warden. Isn’t he awake? I wonder if he has see this
happen in the hostel campus.”, Aman shouted.

“Warden is sleeping in his room. We’ve locked him.”, Saket replied.

Contd…

It was 1155 in the night. Lots of people were flocking Dada.

“Man! It is gonna be hell of a night for me.”, Dada said.
“Yess!!!”, shouted everybody.
“I’ll call up the Warden. He’ll come to my rescue.”

“Ha ha. Dada, no one will come to your rescue. I have locked
the warden in his room.”, Abhik said.

“What? You guys have locked the warden in his room.”

“Yes buddy. Now you are alone.”

People kept murmuring and now it was 1158 by the watch.

“Only two minutes to go and then I’ll be using my new boots
to their most appropriate use.”, Bhaskar added.

“I know that you guys have planned assault on me but I am ably
armed to tackle those stuff of yours. Whatever will happen, I’m
not going to budge.”, Dutta sounded resilient.

It was 11:59:30 by Rohit’s watch now. People were following different
watches. “It’s time by my watch, we should start.”, somebody shouted.

“No. wait. There is still time. Let Dada relax a bit. We have to
caress him as he is a pioneering scapegoat tonight.”, Rohit shouted.

Others were pretty excited and they started the countdown to Dutta’s
birthday. “10 seconds left, now 9, now 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1”, everybody
shouted at the top of their voice.

Dutta was picked up in no time. His limbs were picked up by four people
and they carried him as if a couch was hanging in between the trees with
the help of some support.

Now the assault on the butts of Dutta was to begin. This would mean that
Dutta had no time to rest.
Four people were on the sides. They started the onslaught.
Bhaskar with his new and hard boots seemed barbaric as Dutta
started to moan in pain.

“Arghhhh.. that was hurting. Please be slow.”, Dutta cried
out in pain.

But the friends continued and with no less vigour. Everyone had their own turn
with Dutta being battered time and again, but all the battering was out of
love for Dutta and nothing else.

Contd..

Got lots of work today.
Will write a long post tomorrow, hopefully.

Thanks for bearing with me.
😦

“Yes, its my birthday tomorrow. Ah! so many years have passed.
I am yet to achieve something big in life. When will I do it?
I’m just waiting for things to change.”, Dutta replied.

“Things do not change on their own. You got to change them.
If you want success, you have to do hard work for it.”, Anand
commented.

“Oh! Anand, forget about those things. We have to enjoy tonight.
It’s Dada’s birthday.”, Rohit replied.

“Yes.”

“Dada! I have got special boots. It would be fun tonight.”

“I know, you guys are ready to beat the hell out of my butts.
I doubt whether my humps would be able to bear the assault
you guys are going to impound on them.”

“Hey come on. You will be able to bear it. Everybody does that.
Don’t you remember what you did to me on my birthday.”

“Ya, I do.”

“Hey guys, it’s 9. We should move inside. I got some work.
I’ll go.”, Rohit moved inside.

“Ok, lets go inside.”

Everybody went inside the hostel.

Contd…

Have a great weekend!

Dada woke up and dressed straight away.

“Come on guys. I don’t want to miss my dinner. Hurry up.”,
and Dada started to move towards the mess.

“This is ridiculous. We came here to ask Dada for dinner and
also to accompany us. It seems that he is in a hurry. Today
night, we will have to avenge all this.”, Rohit uttered in a
jocular accent.

“Yes, I’ll also take care of him tonight.”, Bhaskar added.

All the three guys were in the mess.

People who knew Dutta (Dada) kept nagging him about his birthday.
Dada, though, took it lightly and without much offense.
He had already decided what was going to be his fate.

After a nice meal, all the three moved outside the hostel,
where Anand and Sushant joined them.

They sat on a raised platform. Nice and cool breeze was flowing
at the place. It was enough to make them forget all the heat
of the day.

“What a cool evening!!”, Dutta opined.

“Yes.”, others took a sigh.

“You know what, I wish I could stay all the time at this cool
place without thinking about all other things of life. Just peace.”

It seemed Dutta was getting a bit sentimental. He used to get sentimental
every now and then.

“It seems Dutta has started his feelings outpour. We must stop him
before he starts thinking more of such things.”, Rohit whispered in
Bhaskar’s ears.

“Dutta, forget about this breeze. Let’s talk about your birthday.”

Contd…

As Dada was thinking, he fell asleep. He had a very bad habit of
procrastination and long sleeps. He slept for hours together without
even caring about the proceedings and sometimes, even the work at
hand.

Despite all this, people liked him and they were ready to demonstrate
their love towards Dada.

It was 8’o clock in the evening and people were heading towards the mess
for their meal.

Rohit came to Dada’s room for enquiring whether Dutta was still in his
room or ran away somewhere. Bhaskar accompanied him to Dada’s room.
When they saw Dada, they gave a nonchalant look and thought of waking
him up.

“I guess, Dada may be sleeping since evening. We have to wake him up.”,
Rohit said.

“Yes, this stupid lousy lazy sloth always sleeps. Today night I will
give him enough bumps so that this year he won’t be having long
sleeps.”, Bhaskar replied.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Did you see those Woodland boots I bought last week?”

“Arghhh!! What? You are going to use those boots to batter
Dada’s butts?”

“Yes, definately. And after the show, Dada will surely forget
sleeping.”, Bhaskar seemed mischievious.

“Anyways, now lets wake this Kumbhkaran up, so that he can
accompany us to the dinner.”

Both Bhaskar & Rohit started pampering and poking Dada and
waking him up as they knew Dada won’t wake up this easily.

“What the hell? You guys go off. Let me sleep.”, Dada felt
annoyed.

“You got to wake up. It’s already 8:30. After half an hour,
we won’t get dinner.”

This statement triggered a seemingly electric signal in Dutta.

“What? No dinner. Wait.. I’m coming in 5 minutes.”, the response
was electric.

“Haha, Dada, food is you weakness. We know that.”

“All the weaknesses will be tweaked tonight”, Bhaskar added.

Contd…

Huh..

It’s been a month or so that I didn’t write anything. Suffering from something called TYPHOID, I have become weak. Anyways, Now I am fit and fine and ready to resume where I left.

I’ll try to continue as soon as possible.

🙂

Night fell and it was dark, though the watch showed up 8.

Few of the guys were already outside Dada’s room.

“So Dada, have you arranged for some padding. Your hind side
is going to be beaten up and I am unaware of the injuries you
may get.”, Sushant said to Dada.

“Guess what!! Nothing is gonna happen. I have talked to the
warden. I will move to his room before 12.”

“Good Dada, you told us otherwise we would have been searching
for you at all the nooks and corners of the campus. It would have
been hectic. It is better that we will have to have a go only at
the Warden’s room.”

“You guys will get suspended. The warden is pretty strict. He will
complain about you guys to the higher authorities.”, Dada was a little
bit afraid.

“Ha ha.. We will see what happens. And that too only before midnight.”

Soon Sushant was gone.

“Oh!! This guy. He scared the hell out of me.”, Dutta was speaking to himself.
“I will have to arrange something which is fullproof and concrete. I have
to escape this birthday bumps anyhow. I have not given birthday bumps
to any of the guys, why should I deserve to get those?”

“Be ready Dada.”, Bhaskar pampered Dada and went out.

Dada was getting tensed as the time was passing by slowly. Every
moment was heavy on his heart. He had seen others getting birthday
bumps. He started thinking, “I remember how Sushant was beaten up
on his birthday night. O Hell!! He was literally crying. Also, Rohit
developed pain in his butts after powerful smacks. Oh no!! I have to
do something.”

The problem with Dada was procrastination. He was always thinking of
doing something but implementation was far from being into practise
at that very moment.

He kept thinking instead of doing anything to escape the bumps.
Though he had a talk with the warden, he was still thinking of
other ways. He did not have confidence even in the highest authority
present in the hostel.

“I guess, there is no escape.”, Dada finally sorted out.

“I will have to bear something on some parts which are
really sensitive.”

Contd…

Birthday Bumps

Finite number of holidays are always so frustating. But this is always
the case. You can only have limited number of holidays. Holidays had
finished and the guys were back to their college.
Initially, they were pretty lethargic even though they had returned
fresh from their homes. Some were victims of nostalgia which is quite
practical. But days started to pass by as usual.

Among these guys, there was a jolly guy named Abhishek nicknamed Dada
as he was a Bengali. This guy was a very cool guy with tension miles
away from his brain. He always use to involve himself in laughter and
fun. People liked this guy a lot as this person used to gel with all kinds
of people with ease.

It so happened that Dada was having his birthday the next day. Everybody
knew about his birthday. This is quite weird that how information propagates
so easily. But as Dada was popular, his information used to spread in no time.
Dada was liked by everybody and as soon as people came to know about Dada’s
birthday, they were excited.

“It is Dada’s birthday. We got to give him Birthday Bumps tonight.”,
Anand said.

“Yes, it will be fun. Loads of people would be coming in to have a go
at Dada.”, Rohit added.

“Haha. Yes, it would be a joy to watch Dada get birthday bumps.”, Anand
appended.

Dada was supposed to get Birthday Bumps at 12 in the night. Lots of
friends had geared themselves up for giving dada powerful smacks on his
butts.

Some people even started teasing Dada. One of the favourite guys was
Sushant,
“Ahoy!! Dada, tomorrow is your birthday. Today night is a special night.
Jawaharlal Nehru once said, ‘At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps,
India will awake to life and freedom.’ Similarly, at the stroke of midnight
hour, when the world sleeps, Dada will awake to a new year of his life
and that too with bang of birthday bumps.”

“Please shut up. I’m already scared. I don’t know how many
people are coming to give me birthday bumps. I will run away.
But where to run? There’s only jungle outside.”, Dada was so
scared and confused.

“You can run nowhere. You’ll have to enjoy the birthday bumps.”,
Sushant said laughingly.

“No. I will try to escape or hide.”

But Dada knew that there was no escape and he will have to enjoy
the beating he was going to get from his friends.

Contd…

Readers, I’m sorry that I could not write since long time coz of some reasons. But now on, I’ll try to update things as much as I can.

Kindly bear with me 😉

The guys continued ogling the girl who had created a sensation in the
place.

“That girl is awesome man. Beauty with lots of depths.”, Abhay started.
“Shut up man. She is just like my wife. You should respect her.”, Bhaskar
replied.
Everybody started laughing.

“It seems you have gone mad.”
“No, I am not.”
“Ok, whatever.”

The train gave a whistle at this moment. It was about to leave the station.

“Hey guys, hurry up. We got to move.”
The people who had to go on with the same train moved back to their seats in their respective
coaches.

The others caught a different train. The guys from this cabin had to catch
a different one which they did.
As soon as they boarded the train, Saket and Sushant acquired the beds.

Others did not care about them as the girls had gone in the previous train.
Now no more fun.

Saket and Sushant were still sleeping.

“Hey Saket, won’t you wake up today. And you Sushant?”

“I think I will sleep. It’s a nice cold weather. I won’t
wake up and spoil the sweet sleep I am enjoying.”, Saket replied.

“Me too.”, Sushant added.

Both retreated back to sleep.

“These ‘Khumbhakarans‘ would never wake up. Leave them alone.”, Anand
said.

These people didn’t get up even in the afternoon. They got up only
at 7 o’clock in the night.

“What the hell? Do you guys sleep? You all have broken the world
records for sleeping.”

“I don’t think so. I will sleep more in the night.”, Sushant replied.

I was 7 o’clock by now. Anand, Bhaskar and Rohit already had their lunch in the
afternoon, so they were not so hungry. But Saket and others were too much hungry.
They finally had something which Anand and others had bought from a station.

These guys thought of having a conversation with people around, but somehow
resisted.

“How I wish I could have gone in the other train. All the girls…”,
Saket wished.

“So sorry. You cannot. We are heading towards our home now.
By morning, we will be there. So now go back to sleep.”, Anand replied.

“Ya, that’s a better suggestion.”, Saket replied.

All the guys went back to sleep by 9 o’clock.

Contd…

From tomorrow next chapter 🙂

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Half of the students were supposed to get down at this place.
Among them, some would be heading towards other southern cities
while others would catch a link train which would take them to some
other places in the Northern and Eastern India. The other half of the
students were heading towards Calcutta from where they would be moving
to their native places.

The guys had planned for some hooting. They wanted to have fun.
The night had been boring as nothing speial took place apart from
the fuss created by the girls. They also wanted to take a small
revenge from the girls. This feeling made them more desperate.

On the contrary, some guys were expecting their girl friends to come
to meet them. Their girl friends were studying at different colleges
in places close to Vishakhapatnam or in Vishakhapatnam.

One of the girls was very beautiful and came to the station
to meet his ex-boy friend.
When she came and sat on the bench on the platform, the boys out
there were gawking as if some Apsara had come from heavens.

Incidently, everybody expected her boyfriend to meet her in the first
case. But the case was pretty twisted. She had more than one boyfriend.
Three guys were sitting beside her on the bench and talking to her.

The boys were pretty excited about the situation. A chaos developed
within no time.

Sushant’s sleep was particularly disturbed as he was sleeping beside a
window, “What the hell? Why are these guys shouting so much. Disturbing
my sleep.”

They thought this girl is pretty easy to handle. So one or two of them
tried to approach her but were intercepted in between by more powerful
boys who were engaged in enjoying the show.

“Hey where are you going?”
“I just wanna have a closer look.”, a guy who was a minnow in this field
was intercepted.
“Thuupppp!!”, a powerful sound of strong slap echoed
at this place.
“Why did you slap me?”
“Coz you deserve to be slapped.”
The guy slowly moved out of the place without giving any reaction.

Contd…

The train was late by half an hour by this time.
Saket and company returned to their berths.

“Now I am going to sleep.”

“Hey do you want to play a game of 29.”, Anand asked.

“Aaahhhh!!”, Saket yawned. “No I am going to sleep.”

“Ok Dude! We are also going to have a sleep.
Good Night.”

All the guys went to bed on their crampy berths.

“This is bliss. Sleeping is always a bliss.”, Saket uttered.
“Ya it is.”, Anand added.

The next morning, they would be on the borders of Andhra Pradesh
inching towards their home, mile after mile.

The dawn was about to bring some more action in the train.

Sushant and Saket were enjoying a deep sleep. Anand and Bhaskar woke up
on time and completed their daily activities.
Radhika and Lily were also enjoying sound sleep.

The train was moving at a steady pace. It had a well managed
pantry which was providing enough resources for the train journey of
the passengers. The pantry people kept moving to and fro through out
the length of the train. They keep shouting,
“Chai..chai…(tea)”, in a characteristic but staunch voice of their own.

This voice disturbed the sleep of lots of people.

“B**** c***(slang), these people, they keep on shouting,
just for nothing.”, Saket uttered in a muffled voice and
again retreated back to sleep.

Others in the cabin ordered for one tea each.

The vendor moved on.

Soon, Vishakhapatnam, the port city, arrived and the train was scheduled
to halt for atleast half an hour.
Most of the guys from different coaches of the train got down onto
the platform of Vishakhapatnam station. The station was pretty impressive
with
state of the art infrastructure and really good public amenities.

Contd…

Saket started with a song from a contemporary movie.

After the start, the sequence of lots of songs followed. Some
were singing in a rythmic tone while the others were rambling
with the dulcet tones of beautiful songs. It was a mixture of rythm
and noise.

“Bull SHIT!! What are you guys doing? Atleast sing in proper manner.”,
the girls were already irritated by now. The discordant sound which these
boys made was more like noise pollution to them. One of the girls shouted
at the top of her voice to silence the music game the guys were involved
in.

“Why should we stop. Railways is a public property. We will do whatever we
want.”, Saket sounded vindictive.

“You guys go to your own berths. This is not your seat. You are not
entitled to sit here.”, the girl replied.

“We can sit anywhere we want. And this is our friend’s seat.
We have full rights to be here.”, Sushant replied.

A commotion started to build up as verbal exchange heated up between
both sides until an elderly person intervened.

“People, please don’t shout at each other. You guys seem to be grown
up and so do the girls. Everything can be solved amicably. Don’t you
think?”

“Nothing can be solved. These girls always have problems.”, Sushant
shouted.

Heated exchange of words continued.

Within no time the voices increased in loudness, and soon a Railway police
personnel arrived at the scene.

“Shut up!!”, He shouted.

Instantaneously, the lips of all the people were virtually zipped and
silence struck in this small nook of the running train.

“I don’t want to hear about the matter and stuff. Please move to
your respective seats.”, he ordered.

Nobody resented.

The mob dispersed.

Contd…

Hey readers, I have a test of a lifetime coming up of 19th.
I want your wishes. Hope I do well.
Amen!

Saket, Sushant and Bhaskar reached their berths and found that
the two girls had already slept.

“Argh!! I thought we will chat till late night. It is always
interesting to talk to girls. I mean it is different Bakchodi
with girls than boys.”, Saket was irritated.

“It would be better we also sleep. We would talk in the daytime.
It would be fun tomorrow.”, Sushant added.

By this time, Saurabh arrived at the scene.

“Hey Saket, Sushant. What are you guys doing here?”

“We are going to sleep.”

“What?”

“Hey guys. There are lots of girls alongside my Berth.
It would fun irritating them. They would be trying to sleep,
but we will keep shouting and annoying them.”, Saurabh said.”What
do you think?”

“Its a good idea. But we have to be decent. Railways Police people
are always moving around. I think we will play Antakshari. This is how
we can achieve our motive.”, Saket replied.

“That’s a great idea. But we will need more people.”

“We will catch hold of others also. Anand, Rohit, Ashish,
all will accompany us. Don’t worry.”, Sushant was getting
excited.

“Haha, thats good. Now this is the time to teach these girls
a good lesson.”, Saket thought about his vengeance.

So all the guys moved to Saurabh’s berth. They formed a cabal
which was interested in annoying others, a conspiracy of fun.

“It is 2300 hours. Let’s start guys.”, Saket was too much excited.
“He got an opportunity to disturb the sound sleep of the arrogant
girls.”

“This is the first song to start with..”

Contd..

The train slowly stopped at the Egmore Station of Chennai.

3 hours of short journey had been very exciting. Still the guys
were becoming restless. They were still lads and lads have
fickle minds, always ready to do something mischievious.

Saket and party got down, leaving those two girls in their seats.

“My girl friend is going to come to meet me. Please don’t whistle
guys.”, Sushant said to Bhaskar and Saket.

“You never told that you had a girl friend.”, Saket asked.

“You never asked, buddy.”, Sushant replied.

Soon Sushant’s girl friend arrived and he got involved with her.

Anand, Rohit and Aman were also loitering on the railway platform.
They met Saket and Bhaskar, who were jealous of Sushant.

“What happened people? Everything cool.”, Anand asked.

“Do you see Sushant? He is talking to his girl friend.”

“Where?”

“There on that bench.”

“Let him do so. Hey, there were two girls at our berth. What happened
to them. Are they still there? I thought you guys would have fled
them away with your insane behaviour.”

“What do you mean?”, Saket got furious.

“Cool it man. Just chill. I’m just joking.”, Anand pacified.

“They are still there. I’m angry on those girls. I would avenge our insult.
They made fun of Bhaskar.”

“Forget it. Girls.. They are CRAP.
So what is this whole story. We never knew this hidden part of Sushant.”

“Even I didn’t know that.”

“Sushant’s life is also full of mystries. Forget it guys.
We got to enjoy the journey. This train is full of bomb shells.”,
Rohit winked.

“Yes it is.”, Saket replied.

Now the train was about to leave the station. Everybody boarded the
train and the train started its course.

Still 30 hours of long journey had to pass before they reached their
sweet home.

Contd…

So kind of vindiction evolved out of the talk which
all the three had with these two girls.

“We will have to avenge our insult.”, Saket thought.

“Don’t worry man. Girls don’t have proper knowledge and mind.
Such kind of fools they are, I cannot explain. Just ignore what
they said.”, Sushant told Saket.

“Come on give me a cigarette.”, Sushant asked Saket.

“But smoking is not allowed in Railways. If we are caught
we can be fined and heavily penalised too.”

“Just f*** o**, nothing is going to happen. Give me a cigarette.”

“Ok, wait.”

Both started smoking at the gate of the railway coach in which they
were travelling.

Meanwhile, the train was about to reach Chennai, one of the metropolitan
cities of India. Infact, one of the most industry oriented cities.

“Oh man.. This is good. We are heading towards our home.”, Anand was
getting homesick.

“Yes we are.”, Rohit supported.

“So what about the meal?”

“What do we have?”

“I think I will get some vadas and chutney for all of us
at the Chennai station. Some snacks?”

“Hmm.. Get 2 packs of Bhujia and also get 2 bottles of
mineral water. Chennai is very hot and humid.”

The train was about to reach Chennai.

Contd…

Radhika got irritated at Bhaskar’s continuous and irksome deed.
“What the hell. Didn’t you ever see a girl?”,she asked Bhaskar.

“I think I have not.”, Bhaskar was also blunt in his reply.

Things could have gone out of control lest Saket interrupted.

“What guys. Why are you people thinking about petty things.
Just chill.”

Sushant added, “We have a long long journey to go. The train is
picking up the pace. It does not mean that other kind of pace
should also match it.”
Sushant was ironical in his remark.

Radhika found a point in Sushant’s remark and thought that
she should not exaggerate the matter.

“Ok Bhaskar, please dont stare at me in that manner. We can be
friends.”, Radhika was straight forward in his approach.

“I don’t believe that there can be friendship between a boy and a
girl.”, Bhaskar was blunt in his reply. After that, Bhaskar moved to
some other seat to accompany other friends.

“Oh my Gosh. How rude.”

“He is such kind.”, Sushant commented about his friend.

“But you should not say like that. In any case, he is your friend.”,
Lily commented back.

“I do agree. I will always back Lily in any case.”

“But I don’t think so. I never refrain from criticising.”,
Sushant replied.

“Then find some other friends. We are the not the ones who can
sustain your kind of people. How can you go against your friends?
This is ridiculous.”, Radhika said.

“Yes it is.”, Lily added.

Both Lily and Radhika were uninterested in talking to these guys
now. They felt that there is no meaning making friendship with
these guys.

Saket thought,”How can two girls dare to question our friendship?”

Both Saket and Sushant moved outside of the cabin towards the gate
of the railway coach.

“Hey Sushant, I did not like that. How can these girls question our
friendship?”

“Yes. I also felt bad.”

“I mean, we have great examples of friendship. Take for example,
the movie SHOLAY, the friendship of Jai and Veeru was unseparable.
We all form a unit. We will have to teach these girls some lesson.”

“I guess, we should teach them some lesson.”

“But what and how?”

“We will have to plan.”

By now, 3 hours of train journey was over.

Contd…

Updates only after 2-3 days.

Hope you all understand.

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Lily thought,”This guy thinks very high of himself.
I can easily bring him on track. But I should not do that,
there are lots of guys. They can do anything.”

“Hmm.. may be”, came the reply from Lily’s side.

“I know. It is true. I am smarter than any other guy here.”

“Asshole”, Lily said to herself.

“I think Saket is smarter.”, Lily was playing a game.

At this statement, Saket could not control his silence anymore.

“Ya I am smart. No one has doubts about it.”,Saket replied.

“B****c***(slang) this Sushant always keeps coming in my line.”, Saket
told himself.

“So which place did you like here the most.”, Sushant queried Radhika.

“I was very impressed with places like Madurai, Kanyakumari and Allepey.
We had great fun.”

“Any other place like Chennai?”

“Good city but too much heat and humidity. I was losing my complexion.”

“Oh my god!! Complexionnnn.”, Sushant was taunting.

Everybody started laughing.

Another guy Bhaskar was ogling Radhika and continued to stare at her.

Contd…

Will continue tomorrow.
huh….too tired…
have a great weekend all…

The girls thought that they have been caught up in a wrong place.
This train which was to travel more than 2000 kilometres would force
these people into lots of tiredness. Apart from this, the girls will have
to bear such kind of boys who seemed to have never seen a girl in
their life.

Saket thought of making friendship with one of them.

“Hi.”, a soft spoken Saket uttered.

“Hi”, came the reply.

“I am Saket.”, Saket tactfully did not introduce his friends.

“I am Radhika.”

“So you are travelling till Kolkata.”

“Yes I am. In fact, we both are. She is Lily, my best friend.”

“Hi”, Saket wished Lily and Lily also returned the same.

Saket thought of talking more but the scene was very different
and very out of thoughts. All the guys were staring at Radhika
with broadened eyes. The scene was embarassing Saket but he could
not do anything. He thought he should stop talking otherwise his
reputation and stature would be hampered.

“What kind of guys are these?”, Radhika was thinking.

“What a girl man? I wish I had a girl friend of such kind.”,
Bhaskar was cogitating.

“All the guys in the college would have envied me if she were
my girlfriend.”, Rohit was thinking.

All the guys were thinking about having Radhika as their girlfriend.

But Sushant, being an extrovert, never cared about what the guys would be
thinking about him.

“Hey Radhika, do you belong to proper Kolkata?”

“Yes. I live in Ballygunge and I study in Saint Xaviers High
School.”

“Oh great!! So you both are best friends?”

“Yes we are.”

Saket was still very silent. He initiated all the talk and stopped
in the middle. He was feeling very embarassed.

Meanwhile, Anand was sitting silent in the corner seat. He had some
different plans.

Sushant continued his talk. But the other guys were sitting without
saying a word. With time, two of the guys moved out of the place.

Only Sushant, Bhaskar and Saket were in the cabin with the two girls.

Sushant continued, “So your interests Lily?”

“I like flirting.”, came the reply.

This statement was enough to bamboozle the deepest thoughts
of Bhaskar and Saket.

“Fantastic. So how many guys have you been flirting with in the current
itinerary you have had?”

“None. I didn’t find smart enough guys.”

“So sad. I think you should have met me.”, Sushant was in euphoria.

Contd…

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The girls started to settle in to their respective berths in the train.

The guys inquired with some people and realized that these girls were
on a tour from their high school. Their school had sent the girls of
class 12th on a South India tour alongwith a teacher, a guide and their
sports teacher. The group was also accompanied by the head of student
affairs at the higher secondary level in the school.

When the guys noticed these people, they thought they will have to maintain
some decorum.

“I will definately make some close friendship with some girls.
It’s been long time.”, Saket was thinking. “The cool girls in
our college dont care about you. Now I wont care about them.”

Saket was looking at a beautiful girl who belonged to their college
but never cared about any boy in the college. She was a bookworm and was
only concerned with her studies.

“Huh!! This journey will be a journey of a lifetime. How I wish this
journey had a duration of 3 days atleast.”, Sushant prolonged.

“I want this journey to continue for lifetime.”, Saket added.

Sushant’s berth was in a cabin which had six berths. Apart from this
six, there were two others facing this cabin on the other side.

Out of these six berths, four belonged to the guys of the college.
Two of the berths had been allotted to two beautiful girls.
When these girls entered the cabin, Sushant broadened his eyes.
And Saket was ghast and agape.

“Sushant, please go to somebody else’s berth man. I have to spend some
time alone.”

“No I wont. Why dont you move out?”

“I wont.”

Soon Rohit, Bhaskar and Anand arrived at the place.

“Hey guys the train is about to lea….”, Bhaskar was yet to complete
what he was suppose to. He also began staring at the two beauties
who were going to sharing the journey with these guys.

“Aila(Slang). What a journey?”, Bhaskar uttered.

The girls still had an apathetic look on their faces. Though they
looked a bit insecure, they were resilient.

“This is going to be a Bombay to Goa journey. The movie had
lots of romantic sequences.”

“Yes Dude!!”

Contd…

The guys were staring at the windows and they didnt even care about their luggage.
It was like something unusual had happened out of the blue. They never
expected such kind of thing to happen in such place of heat and natural torture.

But the event was suppose to happen and it happened.

A group of 50 girls was standing outside on the platform.

Saket could not believe his eyes, “Saala!!(slang) jhakaas (Awesome)!!”

“I wonder what is the trip going to be?”, Sushant was wondering.

“I will definately make some friendship. May be a good one.”, Ashish was
thinking.

“I will screw one or two.”, Sushant winked.

“What??”, Anand shouted.

“Nothing man. Something casual.”, Sushant replied.

Each girl was at the prime of her adolescence, somewhere around 18-19.
Each one had a different style and different look. Each one was
beauty combined with exotic essence.

All the girls seemed to follow a group tag for them.
They had a love sign on the T-shirt they were wearing. This
again triggered some kind of manhood in all the guys.

One could see the guys combing their hairs, setting up their
dresses, obviously to impress those girls.

“Hey do I look fine?”, Sushant inquired with Saahil.

“You do.”

“Would anyone have interest in me?”

“I don’t think so. I think many will be interested in me.”

“What the hell. How can you expect such a thing?”

“I can.”, saying Saahil went to his seat.

Slowly and gradually, all the girls started to board the train.
Their allotted seats were intermingled with the seats of the boys
who were going to different places in North India.

“Oh Shit!! These pathetic guys. How will we go home.”,
one of the girls had lots of attitude.

“Don’t worry. The journey would be fun.”, Saket replied in a subdued
voice.

A powerful guy with a strong built was blocking the way of one of the
girls.
The girl stared at the guy with her piercing tigrine eyes.
The guy instantaneously moved out of the way.

“Coward!!”, somebody shouted from behind.

Contd…

Guys I am very very busy at office.

Please bear with me 😦

HOME SWEET HOME

“Exams are checkpoints in Life,
You may or may not get through.
Your efforts and knowledge are your real assets,
Glorifying future and building you.”

The tough time of exams was gone and most of the students
were ready to board the train. The train which would take them
to their homes, their native place and most importantly, to their
parents. After a tough first semester, they wanted some relief.
They had to study a lot. Nobody thought about anything else.

Only phases of ‘BAKCHODI’ were the cherishing moments. There
were trifling sessions of Ragging which were not very exciting.
Most of the time had been consumed in knowing each other.

The isolated feeling of LOVE never touched these lads. Even the
girls were not interested.
The feelings seemed to die down in the hearts of the teens who
had been subjected to the heat, emotionally and physically.

Some students had to board the train to the North of India.
They belonged to Delhi, Agra, Jodhpur and other places.
Some were heading towards the dilapidated east to places like
Kolkata, Bhubaneshwar, Ranchi, Patna and even Arunachal Pradesh. A handful
of guys belonged to the West of India. They were waiting for
the trains to Mumbai, Nagpur and even Gujrat. The southies were
obviousle not very much excited as they used to go to their native
very often.

There was excitement in all the students. A major number
of students were going to board a train which was headed towards
Kolkata. Most of these students would move to other places from
Kolkata. So Kolkata was a link to other places.

The train had arrived.

“Come on guys. We have to move.”, Saket shouted.

“Ya buddy, we will move.”, Sushant replied in a taunting manner.

All the guys started to move inside the train.

Suddenly, something happened.

All the guys started to stare outside the windows.

Contd…

Saket had to leave that question. He was disappointed, though he
should not be disappointed as he had not studied diligently enough
to perform well in the examination.

“I ‘ll have to leave it. There is no other way out for me.”

Meanwhile, the Dean moved to some other class for invigilation.
He caught somebody using illegal means to solve the question.
He shouted at the person,
“How dare you use a cheat paper to solve the question? Don’t you
have self respect.”
He shouted again, “You will be penalised and punished adequately.
You will not be allowed to write the exam now. Meet me after the
examination session.”
The student was shivering with fear. He was also pleading and begging
to leave him. But the Dean was relentless in his approach and he went
outside. He said,

“Those guys who indulge in such activities should bear the brunt of
what they are doing.”, and went outside.

The guy was crying but he had no other choice. He moved out of the room
silently.

Within another half an hour, the exam was over and students started
to come out of the examination halls.

Some were happy while some were grief-stricken. Some had an apathetic
look to their faces which did signify their uncertainty. But most of the
students seemed happy. It seemed that the question paper was relatively easy.

“What a paper man. I solved all the questions.”, Anand shouted
facing Rohit.

“I too. It was damn easy.”, Rohit replied.

Ashish and Abhik came from behind.
“Hey Ashish, what happened in the examination. How did you
perform? You were busy with cricket matches during study leave.”,
Anand queried.

“I performed well. You know luck always favours me.”, Ashish replied.

“Some people always ride on luck.”, Abhik stated.

“Yes guys like Ashish.”, Anand barbed.

All the guys started to move towards the hostel. It was an easy examination
to get through. But they had more coming the subsequent days.
Some guys stayed back to suffice their purpose of ogling. Of course,
desires are dominating senses most of the times.

Contd…

From tomorrow, next chapter…

At the stroke of the bell, the examination began. There were two invigilators
in the examination hall. They were consistently monitoring the examination
process. There was an Examination Dean who was moving all around the place
and in every examination hall to monitor and keep a close vigilance.
This Examination Dean, was a tall stout guy, with a pair of lion moustaches.
He had big eyes and dark complexion. He resembled Ravana of the Hindu
mythology. He had a voice with very low pitch. As soon as he came to one
of the examination rooms, he used to roar,

“What is happening? Is everything fine out here?”

His sight was enough to dislodge the concentrations of the most diligent
and honest fellows of the class. Most of the guys used to fear him.
Though he was not scary in his attitude, but he used to wear a demonic attitude
at the time of invigilation.
His voice use to scare the hell out of the students who were just in the later
teens of their age.

Whenever, he caught a guy promoting plagiarism, he punished and penalised
the guy/girl relentlessly. The scenario or even the thought would be scary
for the students.

Just loitering in the balcony and peeping inside the rooms, the Dean came
across the examination hall in which Saket was giving the examination.

Saket had not prepared so well for the examination and so he was struggling with
the last answer. He had a sharp mind which helped him in solving most part
of the paper. But he was caught up with the last one.

“M**** c***, this answer. I have to do it right. I got to get
good grade. But how do I do it?”

Sourav was sitting beside Saket in the adjacent bench.

“Hey Sourav, can you help me out with this one? It is really important.
I am not getting any clue.”

In the mean while, the dean heard some whispering in the background.
He entered the room and shouted,

“Who is this? Who is disturbing the class? Who is cheating?”

“This m***** f***** has come. I will have to leave this answer.”,
Saket whispered.

The class was silent. Nobody seemed to do anything extra. It was peaceful.

The dean thought nothing had happened. He made his way out of the room.

Contd…

Exam was scheduled to start at 930 and it was 9 by now.
People were getting nervous as this was their first examination.

“Huh .. How would the paper be? Will it be difficult
man. I don’t know what I am going to write. I think I have
forgotten all the stuff I read.”, Anand was seriously nervous.

“Chill buddy!! Chill down. You know you remember all the things.
Just that, you are getting nervous. You should consolidate all your
confidence and give your best in the examination.”, Rohit replied.

“But I am still very nervous. I feel I have forgotten all
the things.”

“You’ve not. Ok”

“Let’s see what I do in the examination.”

“You will do great.”

“I hope so.”

Rohit and Anand were gearing up to give their first examination.
While on the other side, Abhik and Ashish were having a flippant
attitude towards the examination. Though Abhik was a bit lethargic, he
had prepared well for the examination. Ashish was not so serious.

“Lets see man!! I will answer all the questions correctly.”, Abhik stated.

“I think you will. I will too.”, Ashish replied.

“You will perform well.”, Abhik was surprised and was gibing at Ashish.

Anyways, they moved towards the examination hall.

It was 930 and Saket was late.
He came running towards the room he was allotted to.

“Madam please may I come in.”

Incidently, the madam knew Saket and his attitudes.

“Oh you!! Come in. I can understand. Don’t give excuses.”

Saket came inside, searched for his seat and sat down silently
to give examination.

He had a bovine look on his face.

Contd…

The minds of guys is so volatile.

As soon as the boys came back to their hostel, they were still
agitating. But most of the guys started to concentrate on
the match which was in process in South Africa.

Somebody came shouting, “Guys!! Tendulkar is gone. 3 runs short
of century. Again missed a century.”

“Come on Rohit. We have to see the match.”, Anand asked Rohit.

“Yes, we have to. We don’t want to be late like the Indian
Railways. The trains are always behind time. I don’t know when
our Railways Minister will be improving the conditions.”, Rohit replied and they moved to the common hall where people were engaged in watching the match.

But this time the crowd was thin. Some of the guys were scared because
of the incident which took place sometime back. Many of the guys
were serious about exams, so they went to their rooms for studying.

“We will enjoy match. We are made to enjoy cricket matches.”,
Ashish shouted.

“Yes we are.”, back came the reply.

After enjoying the whole match which India won comfortably,
students retreated back to their rooms.
Some of the guys were jubilating as India had won. Some of them
indulged themselves into Bakchodi which revolved around the talks
related to the current match.

“Please people, move out of the room. I have to study a lot.”, Anand
asked all the boys who were sitting inside his room to move out.
These guys were involved in gossip.

“Why should we?”

“Please. I have to study.”, Anand pleaded.

“ok”, they moved out.

The hostel was silent again by 10 o’clock in the night.
The residents were studying hard as they wasted a lot of time
in that particular day.

The next two days were busy as well. Students were studying very
very hard so that they could perform well in the examination.
This was their first semester examination and they had to do well.

It had been a hectic and tormenting time out at this place.
They wanted some time off this place. Also they wanted some good
results in their examination so that they could go back to their
home in a joyful mood.

Finally the exam day had arrived and their brains had to be tested.

Some of the guys were very confident, some pretty confident and some
lazy enough to be confident.

It’s morning time and students are heading towards the examination hall.

Contd…

The students started shouting slogans which were in favour of the
deceased guy. The SSP (Senior Superintendent of Police) started
pacifying the students and also ordered to get the persons who
were involved in breaking the glasses and spreading anarchy.

“Students!! Calm yourself down. I will listen to your grievances
once you stop shouting. Also I want your representative to talk to
me, rather than the whole crowd.”

“Ok guys, stop shouting. I will talk.”, the student leader said.

“Also catch hold of those people who are breaking the glasses.
I will punish them.”, SSP continued.

“Sir, our innocent friend has been killed. The driver also ran away.
We want justice.”, the student leader was talking to the SSP.

“What kind of justice. Please clarify.”

“We want adequate compensation from the college side as well as the
government’s side. Also, we want a bumper to be built along the sides
and on the road. This would facilitate slow movement of the vehicles
around the college.”

“I don’t know about the college but I can assure you about the government.
I will forward your plea to higher government authorities. And regarding
the bumper, I can’t decide anything. I will have to consult with higher
authorities in the infrastructure department.”, the SSP replied.

“No, we want assurance now itself.”, the student leader was adamant.

“Yes we want the assurance now and here itself.”, everybody shouted
from behind.

The students got agitated again and started to shouted slogans.

The SSP had a talk on the wireless and finally assured the students
that he will take care of the proceedings from the government perspective.

“What about the college?”

“Ya, we will have a meeting and be assured for a good outcome
for the boy.”, the Dean of Student Affairs stated.

“What about the bumper on the highway?”

“I had a talk on the wireless with some people in the ministry.
They have also assured that they will look into the matter and we will
make proper arrangements on the highway.”

Some kind of consolation did help the students.

“Now you all should move to your hostel rooms.”, the Dean ordered.

The close friends of the deceased guy were still sitting beside
his body. They were crying and sobbing. The parents of the guy were
also crying and tears were flowing continuously.

“So bad!! Why did this happen?”, Anand said moving towards the hostel.

“It should not have happened. So much mess was created. The people
inside the buses were so scared and students outside were also scared.”,
Rohit replied.

“But we cannot control all this. Everything is driven by fate.”

“Yes it is.”

All the guys are girls slowly moved back to their hostels.
Many of them with a heavy heart. Some did not care as they never
knew the guy.

It was 5 o’clock evening time. The highway was now clear of traffic.
Silence persisted once more.

Contd…

There were all kinds of people. Apart from the guys, the girls
were also shouting but most of them were following what the other
guys were directing them to do.
So the girls had a subdued version of protest. They just shouted
and protested.

“The guy was our friend. The college needs to take some action.
He should be compensated. The government is a farce. We don’t believe
it. The college should approach the government.”, one of the girls
shouted to her limits.

Meanwhile, the more dominant forces were coming into action.
Some of the mischievious guys started to do something unusual
which was never expected.

The highway was completely blocked. There existed a rail of buses
and lorries which extended more than a kilometre in length.
The glasses on the buses were shining under the scorching sunlight.

The people sitting inside were unaware of something unexpected
which was going to happen within minutes.

In the mean while, most of the college management people were out
on the road to pacify and constrain the outpouring and outraging
emotions of the students who were reluctant to listen. Somebody had
infomed police authorities whose arrival was not certain. In India, this
always happens. You expect the police to come at time, but they are
always behind time.

Suddenly, the sounds of cracking of glasses started to resound
at the place. One could see breaking glasses everywhere.

Some of the guys had started to protest angrily. They started to break
the glasses of the buses and most of the vehicles which were
standing on the highway.

Panic started to creep in among students who were innocent.
They had never seen such a thing. The sound was so harsh that
some people blocked their ears with their hands.

“I will not stay here. I will go to the hostel. This is
very scary.”, one of the girls uttered in panic.

“People, move to your hostels. The situation which is developing
is not good. Please retreat to your rooms in your respective hostels.”,
the Dean of student affairs appealed to the students.

Most of the students obliged and started to move.

“Guys and girls, we got to stay. We want justice for our friend.”,
the student leader shouted.

The students were in a dilemmatic situation.

“Whom should I follow?”, Rohit said.

“Simple. Toss a coin.”, Anand replied.

“Ah.. Match is going on. I will make a move. Are you coming?”

“Yes I am.”

Most of the northies started to move back to the hostel.
Most of them seemed to be least bothered about what was happening.

But some negative elements of society were continuing
what they were meant to do at the place.

The college management was also not sure about the proceedings.
They wanted to break the shackles but they couldn’t.

By this time, the glasses of around 50 buses and other
vehicles had been cracked. The student anger was growing as the
management was getting stronger and other students were
moving back to their hostels.

“We want justice!!!”, they were shouting.

At this juncture, the police arrived and took the student
leader into custody.

The students started protesting in a vigorous manner and
a tussle seemed to develop between the police and the students.

The Senior Superintendent of Police also arrived.
He ordered, “Let go the guy.”
The student leader was released.

Contd…

The crowd was building up on the highway as more and more students
were pouring in. Here was a major issue. An innocent third year
guy was brutally decimated by a frenetic lorry. The student community
was obviously angry on the college management as well as the government
and the lorry driver, obviously.

“How did he drive in such a manner? He needs to be punished.

Student were getting severely angry and they wanted to beat
the lorry driver. The lorry driver somehow sneaked into another
vehicle which was passing by.

“This could not be tolerated anymore. We need to protest.
We want justice.”, one of the seniors was shouting.

By this time, these guys reached the place of action. They did not
realize what to do. The seniors were agitated and were trying to promote
anarchy in the place.

In all the colleges, this is a very practical thing. You have all kinds of
people. Some who are very studious and some who involve themselves in
misconduct. And those who involve themselves in misconduct, they improvise
in situations where people panic.

Here also most of the people were unable to understand the situation.
They were just following what the seniors were saying.

A pathetic condition was developing.

One of the guys shouted, “Nobody is going to help us out.
We need justice for the deceased guy. We will protest.”

Contd..
I gtg..
have a happy weekend
🙂

Guys were very excited about the India and Sri Lanka match
which was about to start in the afternoon time. It was a Day/Night
match. The scheduled start was around 2 o’clock noon time.

There were some people who were not at all interested in the match.
They were concentrating hard as they had to perform well in
the examination. Bhaskar nicknamed Mota was one of the guys who
bore a lot of tension for the examination.

He used to close his room. His room mates used to keep quiet
the whole night. The room was as silent as a desert. Bhaskar
would get disturbed even if his room mates started talking.
He gave strict instructions to his room mates not even to talk in
the room.

“Guys I am concentrating hard. If you want to talk, please move out.
I won’t be able to pass the exam.”
It was surreal on part of Bhaskar to behave in such a manner.
How can such a jovial guy behave so differently. Hence, all the
guys were not disturbing Bhaskar when exams were on.

It was 1 o’clock and just one hour was left for the match to start.

Guys started to gather in the common room.

Suddenly, Sushant returned from outside the college campus.

He was shouting, “People somebody got killed on the highway.
He is supposed to be a third year guy. Somebody else is injured also.”
Sushant was in panic himself. He was not able to explain the exact
scenario to all the guys.

As soon as the guys heard about the incident, some of the guys moved
to their rooms out of fear.

Few others thought of going to the place where the incident had
taken place and have a look.

Rohit and Anand inquired again with Sushant about the incident to which
Sushant replied,
“They say a truck crushed the guy on the highway. The drivers don’t care
about the people moving on the road. They just drive the way they want.”

“So what has happened on the road? Has the management taken any action?”

“A big crowd has accumulated on the highway. The seniors have called
all the juniors. We will be on a strike. I came to convey this message.
We got to move.”

“But those seniors!! You are talking about those seniors who have never helped
us. Should we go?”

“I think we should!!”, Anand insisted.

Most of the guys started moving towards the place on the highway where
the incident took place. Some guys didn’t care about the situation and were
waiting for the match to start.

Bhaskar closed the door of his room completely.

Guys were moving towards the gate of the college.
“What is going to happen man?”,

They could see around 400 students blocking the highway.

Contd…

This post completes 10 hours of writing of this story cumulating 10 minutes
each day.
Whosoever reads this story, please give some feedback. I expect some
comments from the readers side to know what lacks in the stuff. Please
keep in mind that I think and write in those 10 minutes only.

🙂

Saket moved into another room. Here the scenario was totall
different. Half of the guys were very silent and concentrating
on their studies while the other half was actively involved in
discussions of their own. They were talking about their most
favourite topic – Cricket and the main theme of their discussion
was today’s match which had culminated just half an hour ago.

“Hey what a shot? How I wish I were there in the stadium to watch
the match.”

“Don’t you think that you would have been a better substitute to
Tendulkar in the stadium.”, Rohit made fun of Ashish.

“Yes. I would have been. These people never give me chance.
I can be a better substitute to Harsha Bhogle even. I will deliver
a better commentary than him.”, Ashish was exaggerating. His feelings
for cricket were oozing out through his mouth and Rohit was making
fun of him.

“Ah!! Imagine Ashish commenting with Tony Grieg. What a scene?”

Ashish started dreaming.

Saket came inside the room. He slapped Ashish on his head.
“Stop dreaming buddy. Another match is going to start within
5 days. The match of your life – semester examination.”

“I will see. I have arranged something for the examinations.”

“What?”

“I have done something. I will do well in the examination.”

“Oh!! So you will be using illegal means to pass the examination.”

“Sort of.”

“I don’t know what will happen to his career. He has a good mind
but he doesn’t apply it. He is always crazy about not so important
things in life. But anyways, I support him in this cause. Those who
don’t study, they have to find some means to pass.”

“He will pass. I know that.”, Rohit supported Ashish.

“Now I feel like sleeping. Please guys, go to your own rooms.”,
Ashish was yawning.

“God know what will happen to this Cricket FREAK.”

Both the guys moved out and retarded to their respective rooms.

Another world cup match of India was scheduled after two days,
which meant that people wont be thinking much about the match
atleast for two days.

After two days, people were desperate to watch the match.

Contd…

This casual statement was enough to trigger the Cricket Crazy Ashish,

He shouted, “Yesss!!! We will watch the matches. Let go the exams.”

“What?”, Anand queried. “Don’t you care about exams. We have to perform well.
It is our duty to perform well.”

“What the hell. This guy always talks about exams.
Do you know buddy? I left one of the most important exams in my life.
It was an important exam in higher secondary, though the subject
was optional. Do you have that much courage?”, Ashish asked.

“I am not mad like you. You Cricket FREAK. I also watch
cricket but I give due importance to all the things. It is
important to decide our priorities.”

“Stop giving lectures.”, Ashish commanded.

Anand thought that it is useless on his part to tell anything to
these guys. So he silenced himself and went to his room.

Some guys continued celebrating India’s win for sometime.
But soon, they retarded back to their room.

In no time, the hostel turned a desert. Only one or two guys could
be seen roaming around in the balconies. They had a book in their
hands and they seemed to be concentrating hard.

The guys were serious about their studies. This is really encouraging
and all the intellectual guys were involved in teaching other guys.

“I cannot understand anything.”, Sushant was shouting in his room.

Saket was roaming outside. He goes inside Sushant’s room.

“Hey Chusu.. Wanna have a SUTTA?”

“Buddy, I am not able to understand anything. May be after
having a puff of SUTTA, I will be able to grasp anything in
my mind.”

Sushant takes a smooth long puff of cigarette. It was the last
puff of the cigarette. The burnt part was touching the filter
of the cigarette.

“What buddy!! You will drink up to the filter also. I remember
a poem called Ulysees where Tennyson has mentioned “Drink Life
to the Lees.” Do you want to do something like that?”, Saket asked.

“Sutta(Cigarette) is life man when your brain stops working. See
now, how swiftly I would understand all the things.”

“I guess, you will.”

“You are not studying Saket?”

“Hahaha, I have studied everything.”

“What?”

“Yes.”, and Saket moved out. Saket had an incredible brain
though he was mischievious in nature. His memory was fantastic
and he remembered anything, he read one time.

“What a guy man! He does everything.”, Sushant stated
and resumed his study.

Contd…

The player who was supposed to catch the ball came nicely under it.
The people, both on the stadium and here in the hostel were praying
that the player should drop the catch.
But to their disappointment, the player took it nicely.
And the hero of the match, Tendulkar, was out on 98, 2 runs short
of a century.

“OOOOO…Ahhhhhh…”
All kinds of sounds could be heard in the room. People were lamenting
on Tendulkar’s dismissal.

Some started giving their comments.

“What the hell. He was on 98. He should have played in defensive manner.
What was the need of that stroke at such a crucial moment of the
game.”, Rohit was disppointed.

It so happened that before this stroke was played, Rohit had something
else to say,
“I expect a six at this moment. How great it would be that you
complete your century by hitting a massive six.”

People are so much driven by their emotions. They make you heroes
and zeroes at the same time.

India were 177/4 now.

“Now it is going to be difficult. M**** C*** (slang), nothing can be done of
the Indian team.”, Abhik was angry.

“Ya Indian team is famous for panic. They falter every now and then.
We still have to score a little less than 100 runs, but Tendulkar
is gone. Whenever he is on the ground, we have hope. The others have
never looked like instilling hope in us.”, Ashish commented.

“The next batsman is Yuvraj Singh. I dont know whether he would be
able to perform in this tight situation. He has not been performing off
late.”, Abhik made a point.

“That guy is going to become a victim of the panic India is getting into.
It is going to become difficult.”

“But I think India can get through if Dravid stays there.
He is the most depnedable of them all.”

The match resumed with both Rahul Dravid and Yuvraj Singh playing upto
their potentials. They played very well and finally India won the match.

“Ho ho.. Hip Hip Hurray Hip Hip Hurray!!”

The students started shouting slogans and started to cheer India and Indian team.
It seemed that they were in the stadium. They started shouting at the top
of their voices.

The hostel warden wanted to interrupt but he was also happy that
India had won against Pakistan.

“Guys!! The match is over. Now go to your rooms and start studying.
Your exams are very near.”

Somebody whispered, “The cock has started crowing in the evening time.”

“What?”, the warden heard some sounds from behind.

“Nothing sir. We are just cheering our win.”

Now the guys moved to their rooms.

“Hey we got exams man. We got to study a lot. 7 subjects exams on the trot.
Got to study for all of them and this World Cup is also going on.
I don’t want to miss any of the matches. I will have to plan.”, Ashish
said to Abhik.

“Get on with it man. Exams are not going to be tough.
You will easily get through. Concentrate on matches and
enjoy them.”, Abhik replied.

Contd…

Hey Guys, do check the change of Pic for this Blog. I have made a crude sketch on GIMP.

All the other guys had also come. Anand and Rohit sneaked inside
the room somehow and managed a place for them. It was crowded like
hell inside. A 100 feet by 100 feet room. Though it was big enough,
imagine a crowd of 300 odd people inside it, just to have a glimpse
of a cricket match. That is the amount of craze we have for cricket
in India.

India was batting second and people could not wait for the batsmen
to come on to the ground. India had to chase a score of 273 in the stipulated 50 overs.
As soon as the two Indian batsmen, Tendulkar
and Sehwag were on the ground, an advertisement flashed onto the screen.

This was the most embarassing moment. How on earth could people
tolerate it?

“M**** C*** (slang) these Star Sports people. They want to make only money.
It is India & Pakistan match and these people are playing with
our feelings.”, Abhik shouted at the top of his voice.

“B**** C*** (slang) I will….”, Ashish somehow controlled.

“If someday I meet the CEO of Star Sports, I will beat the hell
out of him. It has not been 15 minutes to the start of the match,
that they are showing these many ads. These M***** F****** (slang).”,
Abhik continued.

“Start the match soon.”, Ashish was getting irritated.

Soon a chaotic environment was developing inside the room.
People were saying anything and everything which could malign the
reputation of the TV Channel.

If the owner of the TV Company would know this truth, he would
commit suicide.

“Guys. Anybody knows the owner of this channel. I will call
him and thrash him on the phone.”, Baba started his dealings.

“Baba, please shut up. That ghost episode was enough.”,
Ashish told to Baba.

Baba was silenced in no time.

The advertisements vanished and the players were on the pitch
to thrash the Pakistani bowlers out of the ground.

“Oye hoye!! Today they will get fucked in the field of cricket.
They have been doing so in war, though.”, Abhik could not control
his emotions.

“M** c*** s**** ki (slang)”, Ashish continued.

The match started and the opening batsmen were lethal on the
Pakistani bowlers. They smashed them to all parts of the ground.
But soon, Sehwag got out. But Tendulkar kept thrashing
the quickies of Pakistan to all corners. Soon India were 155 for
the loss of 3 wickets but the run rate was pretty good and Tendulkar
was still playing.

“Potato (nickname for Inzamam) would not be able to control
the game. India is on top.”, Abhik stated.

“But we have lost 3 wickets. You never know.”, some pessimistic
guy said from behind.

“No we are going to win. Tendulkar is playing.”, Baba shouted
in retaliation.

At the score of 177, Tendulkar picked up the ball, high in the sky.
He was on 98. The hearts of all the people were in their mouths.

“Oh my gosh!! Please drop it.”

Everybody was silent.

“Oh God. Please make him drop the catch.”, people were desperate.

Contd…

Yesterday was a hectic day, so I could not write in the most
appropriate manner I should have written.

Anyways, it sometimes happens with everybody.

So the story goes on..

The guys were getting frustated. The food was the same,
it never changed. The guys had learnt to live with the
same food they were engulfing everyday. Though it was tormenting,
it became a habit.

There were a very few girls in the batch. Though they felt very
insecure due to their less number, still some of them interacted
a lot with the guys. But to the disappointment of the guys, they
were not hot and sexy or in the colloquial Indian language,

“They are not Maals (chicks). There is no point running after them.”

Hence the guys had involved themselves in all the positive workd
of life. The entertainment part – movies, cricket matches and study.

A lot of nicknames were now allotted to the guys. This usually happens
anywhere. These nicknames became more popular for the people
than their original names.
To name a few, Bhaskar was renamed MOTA because of his obesity.
vivek was renamed Tharra, Sushant was renamed Chusu and the
list goes on.

After 5 long months the study leave was going on and the guys
had to perform well in the examination. It was a tough ask,
not because of their efforts for the examination but because of
the World Cup which could hinder their performance.

Guys were crazy after Cricket. They could even sacrifice their
studies for watching a cricket match.

Some guys were proactive. They use to complete their work beforehand,
so that they could enjoy the cricket match to the maximum limits.

5 days were left for the examination to kick off. An important
match was about to start – The cricket match between India and
Pakistan. They are supposed to be arch rivals.

Some of Cricket Crazy guys had booked their seats in the cluttered
hostel TV room, though ironically. They managed to get inside
this room and somehow managed a seat in the room.
The most cricket crazy of them all – Ashish and Abhik.
These guys would do anything to watch the cricket match.

They would utter slangs every now and then. They would watch the
match in any condition – India losing or winning. They would cheer
India and people would laugh.

Contd…

World Cup amidst Exams

Ah!! The craze for Cricket in India. There’s nothing more important
in the world if India is playing an important match. People forget
everything, their work, their passion and even their girlfriends to
see the important cricket match India is going to play.

Cricket World Cup was about to start and so were the semester exams.

The students had a tough time in their college till now. The studies
became much more tougher as the days went on. The intensity of Bakchodi
increased in leaps and bounds.

The guys used to talk till 5 o’clock in the morning. Some were involved
in playing Card Games like 29. This is undoubtedly the most popular
games among students as well as elders in India. Some guys used to talk
about their love life, some their family and some about nothing.
Still the days were going on in fun.

The management continued their ruthless attitude towards the students.
They used to penalise students on all the wrong deeds (which the management
thought were wrong). This was again a biased one but that always happens.

The internal exams were effected by plagiarism. People used to take cheats
in the examination hall. Some got caught and some passed through.

So a variety of experiences passed through and atlast, the end of the
semester came.

Guys were like,
“Ah!! When will this semester end. Got to go home man.”
“Yes yaar(friend). Got to go home. It’s been hot and humid.
I have lost my color. I didn’t get any girl as of now.”

Most of the guys had the same story. Nobody could manage
a girl, not even in the seniors. The major problem was the
communication gap. The seniors predominantly spoke a different
language which segregated the juniors from them.

So the female factor was always away. The guys turned a
desperate stallion.

Contd…

Baba had to bear the brunt of what Saket and others plotted.
Some of the guys even alleged Baba with anything they liked.
Baba went into a pathetic condition.

Saket, Anand and Rohit thought it would be unfair that Baba
gets treated in a offensive manner from the other guys.

So, finally, they accosted and clarified everything in the
mess that night.

“Guys guys. This was a plan which we implemented in order to
give a jolt to our still and stale life. Did you guys see the
horror on some faces. People from the management were in dire
straits – what to do?”, Saket started.

“You guys have created a real havoc. You got to be punished.”
Somebody replied in vindictive manner.

“Before doing anything, please think over my point.
This event has helped a lot. We have realised the importance
of each other. Also, the management has started taking care
of the residents of the hostel.”, Saket stated a valid point.

Everything started to ponder on what Saket had said.

Finally, instead of retaliating, the residents forgave all
the guys involved in building up the hoax.

The most relieved person was Baba. Lokesh Baba had lost all
his sheen when he was being alleged for doing nothing which
could harm anybody.

“Alas. Everyone’s happy!! Now I can take a sigh of relief.”,
Baba said.

“I told you Baba, everything will be alright.”, Saket replied.

“But I still believe that an evil soul resides at this place.”,
Baba was concerned.

“Ha ha ha”, everybody started laughing.

“The evil soul lies inside your heart. First get rid of that
thing.”, Anand replied softly.

The laughing continued.

Baba kept his left hand on his forehead and uttered in style
of his own,
“I think I will go to Haridwar, the sacred place of Hindus to
get my balance back.”

The intensity of laughter increased.

The next chapter–
World Cup amidst Exams

Enjoy!!
🙂

Saket was mischievious, but he did understand the gravity of
the situation that had developed.

“Saket!! If we get caught. I mean if someone complains about
us.”, Anand queried.

“Don’t worry man. The purpose of fun is over. Now this thing
is going to subside down. I will try to persuade Baba to do something.”

They go and tell Baba all the truth in the world regarding
the current stuff.

“Oh!! I see. It seems that I have been divulging into
a world of my own. I didn’t even realize that people
could take advantage of my astrology. How didn’t I
realize?”

“Because you are a ardant Dealingbaaz.”

“What?”

“Yes!! Last night I thought of telling the dean
about the creator of the hoax and who spread the rumor.”,
Saket was spinning another trap.

“I didn’t do anything. It was just the premonition
I had.”

“So, you have been guiding people on your premonitions.
You don’t have any proof.”

“But I still believe that someone is in the hostel.
I have had dreams in which the goddess has given hint
of the presence of an evil soul here in the hostel.”

“Baba!! Baba!! Control man otherwise it is going to be
tough on you. You are exaggerating a lot. Your dealings
have extended any limits they can. This is a hoax which
we had built. There is nothing like the ghost in here.”

“Ok. May be. So now what should I do?”, Baba asked.

“You should tell the students that you have droven away
the evil soul. Now there is nothing of such kind existing
in this hostel.”

“Ok.”

The next day Baba clarified everything to everybody.

Though some of the students were angry as they made
out that somebody would have played pranks on them.

They were furious on Baba but everything was finished by
now.

Contd…

“You don’t know about the suicide. I have recently come to know
from the guards – the story of this hostel. There is something
fishy about this hostel. They say that a girl committed suicide
in this hostel some years back due to some personal reasons.”,
Saket was mugging up a story which most of the students do on the
examination papers.

“The guard was saying that the girl belonged to a city called
Munnar in Kerala. They say that the girl was very beautiful
and she had very beautiful eyes too.”, Saket continued.

Baba was getting confident about his boasting.
“This is what I have been telling these guys all this
time and these people say that I have been giving dealings.”

“Hey guys, you should believe what Baba says. I believe
him ‘coz he has been saying that he has delusions of the
goddess. I guess he may have some powers.”, Saket was
exagerrating a lot and Baba was getting more and more
confident. Now he was feeling as he was the demagogue of
astrology at this place.

“This place is haunted by the evil soul of that girl. I definitely
expect that she would be torturing us in some manner or the other.
She is very beautiful and I think she can trick anybody.”, the
untrue words made up were flowing from the mouth of Baba like
the river Ganges starts from the Gangotri.

“I am so clever. I can make people believe what they should not.”,
Saket was cogitating.

“I think I also believe Saket. I have also felt disturbed at nights.”,
Anand supoported the statement.

“Me too.”, Rohit also supported.

So were the seeds a dreaded rumor were sown in this room.
Saket and others started to spread the word and in no time,
fear crept in the hearts of the students.

Some were even afraid to go out at nights.

Baba used to spread the word that Room Number 310 has been haunted
by some witch. She use to roam in the nights at 12.

The rooms would get closed by 10 and the hostel was totally silent
by 1030 at night.

The people from the management and the warden of the hostel were
wondering about the situation. They surmised that some kind of unexpected
stuff has happened with the students.

In no time, the whole of the management came to know about the
witch story.

“I think I will look seriously into the matter.”, the Dean of Student
Affairs said to the warden.

That night the Dean visited the hostel in the night and stayed up to 1 o’clock
in the morning. The hostel was silent as usual because of the hoax built
up.

Saket and other guys were thinking something else by now.

Contd…

“I’m serious guys. I have felt the presence of some ethereal
power, and definately its not a good one.”

“Baba don’t exaggerate. Other guys will beat you up.”

“There’s a limit to dealings and Baba is boasting his heart
out.”, Rohit was barbing on Lokesh.

“You guys wont believe me. I know that.”

“Now We are moving out. Baba is going out of sorts
and out of thoughts too.”

Rohit and Anand moved out of the room. Saket was outside
the room.
“Hey Saket. You are here. You said that you have some work.”

“I am just listening to what Baba is mugging up.”

“He is used to.”, Anand replied.

“Hey I have thought of a plan.”, Saket was jubilant and sounded
shrewd.

“What plan?”

“Why not use these dealings of Baba and build up a hoax.”

“HOAX!!!”, Anand and Rohit shouted in synchrony.

“Yes. We will spread that a suicide has taken place in this hostel,
some years back. This used to be a girls’ hostel then. A girl
was tricked by her boyfriend and so she was forced to commit
suicide. Rumor has it – that she was pregnant.”

“Oh!! My gosh!!”

“What a dangerous plan!!”, Anand was shocked.

“He he.. “, Saket was laughing.

“But this may prove dangerous on our part.”

“Nothing would happen. I will plan everything. We will involve
the guards of the hostel. And the dealings of Baba would also
help a lot. He will prove to be a boon in disguise.”

“This is a dangerous plan in all sense. We can get suspended.”

“Nothing would happen. I told you and assure you too.
I just want some support.”

They move inside the room again.

“Baba you were talking about some ghost in the hostel.”

“Yes. I have felt her. At 12 in the night, she moves
in the balcony. She dresses in pure white Sari. She is
very beautiful and exotic and has enticing eyes. Sometimes
it feels that she is inviting me.”

“Baba what would be the age of that ghost lady?”

“Hmm.. I guess 20 or may be 19.”

“See guys.. what I told you. There was a suicide committed at
this place.”, Saket now began to spin the trap.

“What suicide.”, Baba queried.

Contd…

Something I wanted to write on this 50th Post

Its been long time since I have been writing this blog or rather story.
I have been posted with lots of questions.
“What is the objective of the story?”
“What will you get by writing the story?”
“Why are you applying so much effort?” etc.. etc..

My point
I believe “The greatest happiness is to do something what you love
to do.”
I have been doing lots of things since my childhood and on date
also, I continue doing those things. I know it takes lots of efforts
but it gives me satisfaction.
I am writing this story to give a bigger picture of Life.
How did guys from different parts of India converge to a point
and have fun. This has a greater meaning than any materialistic
thing.
I know I have 10 hours of work, but those 10 minutes of endeavour
for writing is far more satisfying than what I get from those
10 hours. The reason – Everything has been done by me. It evokes
my individuality. That’s the real meaning and essence of life.
Live life to the fullest.

I have talked to a lot of Managers, Directors and other kinds of people. They all say we don’t have time. This is ridiculous. Why can’t people give 10 minutes to something they love even after long working hours. It would weather away all the tiredness which they have.

I don’t know that at what nook and corner of the world, this story
is being read, but I believe that people are enjoying every bit
of it and exploring all the intricacies and parts of India.

I would finish up on a good note.

“CREATIVITY NEVER KILLS, IT THRILLS!!”

Enjoy Reading
And Exploring India

🙂

“Did you see the recent match? It was awesome.
Didn’t the Indian guys trounce England in the most appropriate
manner we could think of.”, Anand was excited.

“Yes the recent series will definately be won by Indians.
Tendulkar is in form and so is Ganguly. The new guys are also
performing well. I expect we will win the series 5-0.”, Baba
was continuing with his dealings, though stating a valid point.

“England is never going to win a single match. They don’t have good
players in the present time. Those who are good, are at their homes
suffering with injuries.”, Rohit responded.

“India will wash away the series.”, Anand was getting more and more
excited. “They will beat the hell out of the poor bowling of
English bowlers. I am a fan of Tendulkar’s sixes. And the way,
Ganguly hammers the spinners out of the ground. Thats mindblowing.”

“Ah!! The last match, Tendulkar heaved the new spinner out of the
stadium. That was simply awesome.”, Rohit was also getting excited.

Cricket has become a religion in India. People are die hard fans
of Cricket and cricketers are worshipped like Gods. Big names of
Cricket have become brand names.

“How on earth can I forget the match played at Sharjah? Sachin
was blustering Aussies out of the park every now and then.
That was the most fascinating times of Cricket India has ever played.”
Anand was getting nostalgic.

It is so intuitive that we get nostalgic about games and extraordinary
games played ever.

Now Baba was thinking of something else.

“Leave Cricket guys. I will tell you something else.”

“What?”

“Have you heard of stories related to hostel rooms?”

“What kind of stories?”

“I mean there are lots of ghosts residing in hostels.
Especially in those, which are some years old.”

“Whatever!! Why should we care.”, Rohit was least interested.

“No. I think that we can have ghosts in our hostel too.”

“Baba!! You have gone mad. I will take you to a psychatrist tomorrow.”,
Anand replied.

“You should believe me. I have had such kind of experiences before.
I have lived in other hostels also. I have seen such cases.”

“How do you think that our hostel has ghosts?”

“You know I possess the power of detecting supernatural forces.”

Both of the guys started laughing.

“Baba, you are a DEALING MASTER.”

“Ha ha ha”

Contd…

As soon as Saket departed, Lokesh Baba took a sigh of relief.

“B********(Slang). He keeps pulling my legs. He will come again,
I expect. And again he will make fun of me. The sad part is I won’t
be able to counter him.”

Soon, most of the guys were gone. Only 3 of them were left in the
room – Anand, Lokesh Baba and Rohit.

When a small group forms in a college it is generally a clique which
engages in productive Bakchodi (palaver). The talk can range from the
smallest of the topics to the topics as massive as India’s nuclear issue.

After a long session of astrology, all the three guys were having tea.
Simultaneously, they started talking about India’s study culture and
Indian Education System.

Baba started, “I was rolled over in my Higher Secondary Exams. I will
never forgive the person who corrected my papers of 12th Class. Even
after giving such a good examination, I fell over. I got very less marks
and very low grades. I should have never been rated in such fashion.
CBSE Board has lost its aura and ICSE board is not so highly reputed.
The state boards are pathetic.”

“It happens with everybody.”, Anand replied. “Everybody has complains.
But you got to accept it. Every year, around 5-6 lakhs students sit
for an examination. There are not enough teachers for those subjects.
So somehow the paper is corrected somewhere in some part of India
and the students have to bear the brunt of the disparity. A similar
sort of thing happened with me too.”

Rohit was silent but this statement from Anand was enough to break
his silence. “You know why India is lagging behind on the world map.
It is this discrepancy which keeps it away from achieving what
she should have. Right people are not getting the right places
at all strata of life. Hence, this has become a dreaded disease
which cannot be cured. People have learnt to live with this disease.

“Yes thats very true. The condition of India would be pathetic in coming
years. You will find lots of people with handsome salary and outlook,
but the brain would be underdeveloped emotionally and socially.”,
Lokesh stated his point.

“What do you mean by saying ‘underdeveloped’?”

“I mean – Consider the current situation. There is a swarm of youth
in India. People are running after money. But they have lost the meaning
of their life. Adolescence is the age where we should learn to live
life in the most appropriate manner. You can consult Vedas if you want.”,

Lokesh stated formidably.

“Huh!! Thats pretty emotional. I think we should change the topic.”

“Ya. We should. Why should we think about Indian youth. We are also
part of them. If we correct ourself, everything will go in the right direction.”

“You’re right!!”

“Lets talk about Cricket.”, Anand changed the topic of the talk.

Contd..

I have a Software release in 2 days, so busy.

😦

Will be writing soon….

“When I was in Varanasi, I learnt a lot of things related
to palmistry. Some of the sadhus were very efficient in the
art of palmistry. They taught me techniques which you cannot
learn after reading books.”

“So what do I do? I want to know about my financial status
in the future.”, Saket responded.

“Ya ya wait son.”

“Son!! What did you say? Do you know I have seen more world than
you. And I am a grown up. If given a chance, I can raise sons like you.”,
Saket was little bit angry.

“Cool down man. Anger is not a good trait to have.
You should be patient when you talk of astrology and
palmistry.”

“Ok.”

“So the saints of Varanasi taught me some unique stuff which
I will use to predict your future. I feel that you will have lots
of money in your life. You will reach heights of success.”

“Thats awesome!!”

“But all the positives has negatives beneath them.
You wont have a successful personal life. You will always
be involved in making money which will force you away from
your family and friends.”

“Baba, which movie did you see recently.”

“Why?”

“I expect that you are cooking up some story from some of
the Bollywood movies. They generally have the same kind of
family stories.”

“How dare you compare my knowledge with crap like movies?”

“Hey Baba.. Cool it man!! I was just kidding.”

“What more lies in my future. I will take care of my personal
life when it comes in the future.”

“You will have enough of descendants. I mean many.”

“Sorry, I will use condoms. You will be proved wrong.”

Everybody started laughing. Baba was getting irritated like anything.

“Why do you keep making fun of all the serious things I talk?”

“No, just that I don’t believe in such kind of things.
Everybody cannot be the grandson of Nostradamus. If only,
lines in the palm could guide the future of a person, India wouldn’t have
been at such a place at the world level.”

“Ya thats true.”

“I have consumed a lot of time of yours. There are others too who
want to show their hands. Now I will make a move.
Hey Saahil, continue from the time you left.”

“Bye guys..”, Saket left the room.

Lokesh Baba started another set of dealings and these
guys started to enjoy.

Contd…

Baba was now in full flow in no time.

“Come on buddy. I think you are going to have a lot of affairs.
You have so many lines which clearly show that you will and have
many affairs. I expect that you would have got physical too.
So strong “Venus”.”

“Hey Baba!! Why are unearthing all the secrets infront of all the
people?”

“It means you are guilty.”

“No Baba. I am very pure. Pure as crystal.”

All the guys started laughing instantaneously. Saket was now
getting irritated, but he had no other choice.
He had brought in onto himself. So he thought of moving away
from the topic and tried to digress Baba.

“Baba, tell me something about my financial life?”

“Finance.. Huh.. I think you have a sharp mind.
You will definately make lots of money. I think I should quote something.
When I was in Varanasi…”

Contd..

Sorry readers!! I have to catch the office work. I could write this much
only in 3 minutes. Keep reading..

Knowledge – The word in itself is too hard to define. I won’t delve into it much.

Anyways, this batch of Northies had an eminent astrologer
and an efficient palmist, as the students used to refer him.

This guy was Lokesh BABA, an efficient DEALING master,
a braggadocio and had good knowledge of Indian history.

Within a month in the college, Lokesh baba became popular with
the friends. Most of the guys used to flock him in the evening
time in his room. They used to ask questions about their past
and the future.

In general though, guys were more interested in palmistry.
They used to show their hands one by one and get information
about their future.

Lokesh Baba would start his mixed Dealings —

“See this is your Life line and its very long. So you are
going to live say 80 years.”

“Oh My GoD!!”

“You have a weak heart but you tackle situations well. Your SUN
is strong. Hence you can dominate people. You should start worshipping
the Sun God daily.”

“I will.”

The guy sitting was Saahil who was a simple guy. Though little short tempered,
this guy used to suppress his emotions.

Saket came, “Hey Saahil, get a move on. I have to show my hand too.”

“But I have just come.”

“You show it tomorrow. I have some other plans for tomorrow,
so I cannot wait for tomorrow.”

Saahil moved out.

Saket forwarded his hand to the palmist.

Lokesh BABA resumed – “You have very fine lines.
You have a very soft hand too. The mounts are so exotic.”

“B********, you are Baba and you are saying such things.
I am a guy buddy. You just see my hand. I am not a girl.”

“Ok ok!!”

“See your life line is good. You have a brilliant brain and
sharp memory.”

“That I know!! What BABA, this is very common.”

“You know about mounts. You have a very high VENUS.
That means that you are highly sexually oriented person.
I dont know what will happen to your wife.”

“Why do you worry about my wife. I will take care of her.
And Venus??? I dont know about mounts. I know only about
the focal point.”

“Focal Point??”

“Forget it and continue.”

“If you wear a topaz it would be very good for you.
It would bring good luck.”

“I will see. I dont have much faith.”

Meanwhile, the other guys were enjoying the process
of palmistry and the dealings given by Lokesh BABA.

Contd…

To start with, I want to discuss the significance of the words Baba
and Dealings. In India, the word Baba is associated with hermits,
saints and sadhus. They renounce the worldly life and move towards
Himalayas in search of peace and wisdom.
The second part is the word Dealings. Dealings according to the dictionary
means a transaction or a social and verbal interchange. The meaning
of this word has been totally changed here. Now, in lot of parts of India,
this word is supposed to be blabbering or boasting. Students are the
prominent people who use this word in this sense.

Moving on, how are the words related in the current context.

In every college in India, you will find people who are interested
in Astrology, superstition, numerology and tarot reading. Among all
the students, there stands a guy who is knowledegable in this field.
As soon as people come to know about that person, they start
flocking him in no time.

It is so intutive in human nature to know about his future.

So this guy who is supposed to be a harbinger or so to say,
a connossieur of clairvoyance becomes the ‘BABA” in the college.
He takes control when he starts his palmistry. He will start
quoting Keiro and other great palmists and will start giving
examples from the past.

In every college, you will find aleast on person of such kind.
These type of guys are very popular and they have lots of friends.
People start believing them, some seriously and some out of fun.

These ‘BABA’s give lots of dealings. They are definite boasters
and people believe in what they say. But incredibly, there are
some genuine ones, who can predict past and future to immaculate accuracy.

Nevertheless, in most cases, these BABAs are DEALING masters.

So in this college too, we had a baba who gained reputation among
friends in no time. He belonged to a small village in eastern part
of India. He gained some knowledge about palmistry, astrology and other
stuff in that village itself.

Contd…

The next day was supposed to be the day of departure of these guys.

Sushant, Anand, Rohit and others accompanied these guys to the gates of
the college.

Heat was picking up and it would already have been 45 degrees.
All of the guys were perspiring and the sweat trifled inexhorably.

All the guys were out at the gates by now.

The bus is about to arrive.

“Now we got to go.”, Abhinav said with a heavy heart.

“Where?”, Sushant gibed.
“It seems that you are going away forever. We will meet man.
Don’t worry.”

“Yes we will someday.”, Abhinav replied.

Aditya was full of joy though his career was at stake.
He wanted to go home and he was going back home.
He didn’t say a word.

Bus had arrived which would take Abhinav and Aditya to the
nearest city. From there, they were supposed to board the train.

“Ok guys. Now we are moving. Take care.”
Abhinav and Aditya boarded the bus.

Tears could be seen in the eyes of Abhinav and Sushant.

“Tata!!”, they were waiving their hands.

Within no time, the bus was gone.

These guys stood for a minute or so and then retreated back
to their hostels.

Contd…

The next chapter – “BABA AND HIS DEALINGS”
Enjoy Reading and Exploring India
🙂

Abhinav returned with Sushant at 6 in the evening.
They found that Aditya was sitting on a raised plinth
outside the hostel. He was all alone.

They did not distub him and went to their rooms.

The next morning Abhinav planned his day very meticulously.
“At 11, I have to take the Transfer and Migration Certificates
from the Administrative Office. Then I have to get the Reservation
of Railway tickets for going home tomorrow. I want to be out
of here as soon as possible.”

As Abhinav was moving out, Aditya called him out.

“Hey Abhinav, I am also coming. Wait for me.”
“Why?”

“I am also going back home. I have decided, I will prepare one
more year and then give competitive examinations next year and
then get admitted to some good college nearby my home.”

“But!!”

“No ifs and buts. I have decided and now we got to move.”

They both reached the Administrative Office and applied to
getting the requisite certificates. They were told that the
processing time for such a thing requires a day atleast.
So they could collect the certificates only the next day.

Instead of forcing the people to do their work in quick time,
they thought it would be better that they get the certificates
the next day. So they moved outside.

They caught a bus which was going to the nearby city.
Within an hour of journey, they reached the railway station in
that city.

It was a hot hot day. The scorching Sun was showing no mercy.
The mercury was rising at an exponential rate.
Sweat was oozing out of the body inexhorably.

“I feel like drinking lots of water. Where can I get it?”

“There’s a shop. Let’s buy 2 bottles of Bisleri. It would
be enough to satisy our thirst.”

They drank the whole bottle to quench their thirst.

Soon they were in a long queue of ticket buyers.
They stood their for an hour until they reached the gates.
The railway staff in India are very lethargic in their
work. They always delay and people keep shouting at them.
Here also, the railway staff was very slow.

When these people were at the counter, he moved out to have
some tea. These people started shouting,

“What the hell? You people don’t work properly.
The government is spending so much money on you people
and you don’t deserve all that.”

Soon the person returned. But without saying anything
he started doing his work, like nothing had happened.
He handed over the tickets to Abhinav and Aditya who had
boiling heads. But they did not exaggerate the situation.

By evening, they were back to their hostels.

Contd….

They were at the gates of the main building.

Simultaneously, Sushant reached at the same place. Even in the
prospective hot day, he was looking very dull and lethargic.
He was scrambling towards the building.

Abhinav was jubilant and wanted to share his joy with somebody.
He had already shared his excitement with Aditya but Aditya was
grief stricken as he wanted to go home himself.

So it was of no use sharing joy with Aditya.
Abhinav shouted out, “Hey dude!! I got through
the Marine college. Now I will be going back home.”

It forced a new life inside Sushant. He expanded his eyes
to show surprise and ecstasy both.

“Buddy!! I told you last night that you would get through.
I had full faith in you.”

“Ya. I think I got through because of the wishes of parents
and friends like you.”

“No yaar(friend). It’s your hard work and commitment.”

Aditya slowly moved to his class as these guys were talking.
Abhinav saw Aditya moving out but he could not help him as
nothing was under his control. Aditya’s life had to be governed
by his will only.

Sushant said, “He is a crazy and homesick guy. You have to adjust in life.
Everybody does not get what they want. He wants to go home and simulataneously
get an Engineering Degree. You always have to sacrifice something to get something.”

“He is a bit immature. That’s why he does not estimate his
situation correctly. He is naive and innocent. His nostalgia
would never allow him to be stable in life. I think he should go back
home.”

“I also think the same.”

Sushant couldn’t resist his temptation, “Hey you shared such a good news
with me. Now I want party or treat of some kind.”

“Today’s class!!”
“Forget it and fuck the class. We are going out to have a ball.
I guess its 9 o’clock. The movie “Kaante” starts at 10 in the theater.
We got to hurry.”

“It doesn’t matter if I miss the class but what about you.
You have to stay here only.”

“Forget it. Only one day. I will manage in the future.”

“But!!”

“M********!!(Slang) Will you move? We will miss the movie.”

“Ok ok. We will go to the movie. Should we ask any other friend
to accompany us?”

“Fucker!! Nobody is going to come. Everybody has class.
It’s only me who can come.”, Sushant winks.

Now these guys move out of the college. They take a bus and head
towards the theater in the nearby city.

Aditya moved to the class and kept thinking the whole day about
his life. Finally at the culmination of the day, he decided the
fate of his life.

“I am also going back home. I will prepare again and get admitted
to some good college nearby to my native place.”

Contd…

Abhinav looked at the person for 5 long minutes.
He made out that the person was no other than Aditya.

He wanted to sympathize with Aditya but he thought it won’t
be right in that situation. He himself was so much in depression
because of the current situation. Moreover, he was tensed about
his own career.

He was standing at the place for half an hour.
Aditya had gone to his room.
Abhinav was staring at the clear black sky. It was silent.
He could make out a big star shining lonely but its astral
power seemed unique.

“How I wish I would shine in such a majestic manner?”
“Huhhhh!!”, Abhinav was yawning.

“Now I got to go to sleep. But I still have to get back my assignment
copy.”

Just then, a guy arrives and hands him over his assignment copy.
They both bid good night to each other.

Abhinav throws himself on the bed with lethargy.
His other roomates had already slept by now. On the bed,
he starts looking at the revolving fan at the ceiling of the room.
That revolving fan, much like the wheel of life.

Soon, he sleeps and goes into the world of dreams.

The next morning was suppose to incorporate something which
Abhinav would have dreamed of but never expected it to happen.

After having a breakfast of UPAMA (a south Indian cuisine made out of semolina) , Abhinav and Aditya both moved towards the STD booth instead of their classes.

They shared a common reason. Calling their parents.

Aditya placed a call first and kept rueing about his stay.
He was reiterating the same old story and wanted to go home.

Something special was awating though for Abhinav.

The person on the other side was jubilant,
“Abhinav!! Abhinav!! You have been selected in the marine college.
I have your call letter. That college is not far from home too.
Son come back soon.”, it was Abhinav’s mom on the phone.

Abhinav started crying, this time in jubilation.
“I am coming mom. I will come as soon as possible.”

He was happy and had a broad smile on his face.
All the stress had vanished.

He wanted to share his joy with Aditya but he thought it would
further aggrandize Aditya’s sorrow.
So he uttered in a soft voice,
“Aditya, I got through the Marine College. Now I will be going
back home.”

“What!!” Instantaneously, tears started to trifle down Aditya’s face.

He didn’t say a word after that.

Both started to move towards their classes.
Aditya had a heavy heart, much more heavier than what Abhinav
could estimate.

Contd…

Abhinav hugged Aditya and embraced him like his real brother.

Aditya’s weeping continued as Abhinav helped him out of the
STD booth. Aditya sat on the bench outside the booth.
Abhinav also had tears in his eyes. A very weepy environment
was gradually building up.
The owner of the booth did not understand Hindi but he did
understand the language of sentiments and emotions.

He also could not control his emotions. Tears
could be seen in his eyes too.

Abhinav moved inside the STD booth and called up
his home. He somehow controlled his emotions from gaining
grounds over his capital.

The voice from the other side,
“Son how are you?”
“Not good mom. The food is not good.
I don’t feel like staying here”, Abhinav replied.

His mother on the other side instantaneously started crying.
Her sobs could be heard on this side of the phone.

Now Abhinav could not control it. He also started crying.
It seemed that we were having rainfall in the month of August.
But Abhinav somehow got grip on himself and asked his
mother about his results of the Merchant navy college.

“Son, I have got no letters in your name. As soon as they arrive,
I will let you know.”

“Ok Mom.. I am hanging up”, Abhinav hanged up with a heavy heart.

He came out and had a talk with Aditya.
After paying for their call charges, they started to move back to
their rooms.

“So you will go back home, it seems.”, Abhinav asked Aditya.
“You will have to risk your career. But you can still
go back and prepare for competitive exams and may be appear
next year. The only problem is that you will loose a precious year.”

“Ya that is.”, Aditya was still sobbing. “But I will go back. I
canoot stay here. Even if I am forced to stay, I will not be able
concentrate on studies. That would be another waste of time.
I will go back and study again for next year.”

“You will loose one year. That is big time.”

“Ha.. I know I will. But at my place there are lots Of people
who have even lost 3-4 years and gone into good colleges after
cracking competitive exams.”

“It’s the time that matters. I am also frustated and I want to go
back but I am staying here because I know the importance of time.”,
Abhinav said in a depressive mood. “You know, effectively our country
is loosing out on lots of talent and productivity because of the current
education system.”

“I don’t care about all this. There are responsible people
who should take care about education system.”

“Huh!! Leave it.”

The cries had vanished by now and they both reached the hostel.

The mess again had a dreaded food which never suited to the likings
of both these guys. Aditya went to his room straightaway without eating
anything.
Abhinav being more practical moved to the mess and ate something so that
he could survive.

As Abhinav reached his room, he could find 3-4 guys waiting outside.
He wondered what may be the reason that these people are standing outside
his room.

“Hey guys!! Whats up?”

“We heard that you have completed the assignment.”
“Who said?”
“Sushant”
“That bloody fucker!! He did not help me out. Anyways,
I have done the assignment and you guys can copy it.
But I want it back by 12.”

“Oh!! Don’t worry. It will be back by 11 itself.
We are experts at copying.”

It was 930 in the night by now.
The next day was a working day, so most of the guys
were planning to go to bed early.
At 10, Abhinav was standing in the bay outside his room.
He looked at the other end closer to the stairs
which went to the top floor.
There were no lights and it was dark.

A human figure could be made out sitting on the stairs
with his head rested on the knees covered by his hands.
It seemed the person was crying.

Contd…

Sushant went outside and made his way into Anil’s room.
Here Anand and Anil were busy solving the mechanics problems.

Sushant wanted to do some Bakchodi. He wanted someone to talk
to him. He was getting bored. So he started disturbing Anil and
Anand.

“Hey guys, what are you doing?”

“Assignment.”

“I think you guys will waste your youth and life both,
in solving the assignments. Come on lets talk.”

“Hey I think we are missing some Force component
in this free body diagram. That’s why this wrong answer.”,
Anil was totally focussed on the problem.

“Let me see.”, Anand responded.

“Hey hey guys. Why are you so much concerned with
the free body diagram? Solve anything and give.
Why do you worry whether it is wrong or right. Consequently,
these assignments are not going to give you much results.”,
Sushant said in his carefree attitude.

“Whatever!! But atleast we will be learning something.”,
Anand gave a strong reply.

“Ok. Its your wish. You do whatever you want.”

As soon as he was to leave the room, Aditya came muttering
some words. He looked very much stressed.

Sushant asked, “Hey buddy! What happened. Why are you so upset?”

“I want to go home. I don’t like it here.
I miss the Pav Bhaji, Chole Bhature and different types
of chapati. Please mom call me back.
Dost(friend), please help me go home.”, Aditya replied.

“Friend. Control yourself. You got to take control of yourself.
Your current education would lay the foundation of your career.”,
an apocalyptic statement by Sushant.
Anil and Anand were watching Sushant with wide open eyes
and they were stunned by Sushant’s reply. They never expected
a guy like Sushant would console Aditya in such a manner.

“No. But I want to go back home. I am frustated with everything
I have here.”, Aditya was adamant.

“Hey!! You both guys. Go out and talk. We have to solve the assignment
as soon as possible.”, Anand shouted.

“Fuck you!!”, came the reply from Sushant’s side.
Sushant and Aditya went outside.

“I am going to talk to mom back home. I will call her up
and see if something can happen and I can go back and make a career
at my place.”, Aditya went outside the hostel to make a STD
call to his home in Agra.

“What type of characters have come here? I don’t understand
– Why these people come to pursue engineering if they are so homesick.”
, Sushant was thinking.

Sushant now moved to his Abhinav’s room.

“B*********!!(Slang) How is the situation.
Are you still creeping? I expect that you wouldn’t have
solved even a single problem.”, Sushant made an aspersion.

By now Abhinav had solved half of the questions of the assignment.
He was a cool guy but this statement almost made him go out
of his control.

“What is this? You always start with some slangs. I don’t like slangs.
Please refine your speech when you talk to me. And regarding the assignment,
it will be done in another half an hour. If you want, you can copy the
solved ones.”

“Fantastic!! You are the best student of our college.”, Sushant was apple
polishing. “I will help you flirt the best girl in the college. Just let me know
when you like one.”

“Again!! why are you flattering me. Just copy this one and be gone.”

Abhinav was done with the assignment in another half an hour
and Sushant wasted no time in copying the same.

When Sushant was just moving out, he saw tears in Abhinav’s eyes.
He made out the reason for Abhinav’s sadness but he thought of leaving
him alone. He went back to his room.

Abhinav was dejected and his paranoia of failure kept bugging him
more and more. He thought of calling his mom. So he moved outside
the hostel to the STD booth.

It was 1900 in the evening. Abhinav reached the STD booth in 5 minutes.
There were a guy and a girl who wanted to call. The girl was online
and crying. One could easily make out her sobbing voice.

“Mummy!! I don’t want to be here. Please mummy, I want to come back home.”
“Please mummy.. please!!!”
And the sobbing continued.

Her eyes were dark red with tears when she came out of the STD booth.
Abhinav handed over his handkerchief to her to show sympathy.
She cleaned up her face and went without saying a word back to Abhinav.
It seemed she was struck with intense grief.

Now was the turn of the guy, Aditya to call.

“Mom Mom please call me back. I feel very odd here.
I don’t want to be at this place.”, Aditya was weeping inside
the booth.

Abhinav couldn’t stop his tears from dripping down his face when
he saw this scene.

Now the intensity of Aditya’s weeping increased considerably.
Tears were falling like water from a waterfall.
Abhinav could not take it anymore.

He moved inside and told Aditya to control his emotions
and hang up.

“Hang up buddy, otherwise it will be more painful for you.”

Contd…

Abhinav was silent for a moment. He did not say a word.
Sushant again forced Abhinav to answer his question.

Abhinav looked too much stressed.
Anyways, he had to vent his frustation out. So he thought
of doing it.

“Yaar(friend).. You know that I had very good ranks in all the
competitive examinations I appeared for.”

“Yes you told me that. Then?”

“I am feeling very dejected and undervalued after coming to this
place. It seems I am wasting all I have.”

“No my friend. I think you are wrong. Why do you keep on
harping on the sad part of your life.”

“Ya I know I must not. But what can I do. I am helpless.
Things keep repeting in my mind. I did study hard during
my higher secondary. I dropped an year for preparing for
the competitive examinations. But still nothing happened.”

“Hey hey.. You are getting senti (Sentimental)”

Abhinav looked totally dejected.

“Keep hope buddy. This is just the start. We have to go a long
way.”

“Ya I know. But I still got a chance to prove myself.
I am expecting a call from a Merchant Navy college.
They call people on rank basis. I think I will surely get
a call.”

“Hey that’s great. Then why do you worry. I believe that you
will get a call.”

“I expect so..”

Abhinav came over the stress by now.

“So now we must get back to work. I have to write the assignment.
And you know that I don’t have the proper knowledge to solve the
same.”

“Hee hee hee.”, Abhinav was laughing.

“Why are you laughing? Instead of helping me, you are making
mockery. This is very unfriendly on your part.”

“Ok ok. I will solve the problems in the assignment.
Then you can copy it.”

“That’s like a good boy. I will find a good girl for you.
Here itself. Then you take her on a date.”, Sushant came back
to his favourite topic.

“Forget about girls. We got to solve this assignment.
We don’t have much time.”

“What is this ‘WE’. You are going to solve the problem.
I will just copy.”

“Oh my god!! Ok fine then. Get me the xerox of the questions
of the assignments.”

“Here they are.”

“Now sit here. I will be solving the problems. Simultaneously,
you will be copying them.”

“But now I don’t feel like doing anything. I will go outside.
Roam around a bit and will be back within half an hour.”,
Sushant was very finicky in his moods. His moods kept fluctuating
every now and then.

“This is ridiculous. How can you say that?”

“I can”, Sushant chuckled and went outside.

“What a comic character this guy is?”, Abhinav gave a smile.

Abhinav started solving the questions in a seriatim.

Contd…

Days started to pass on with each day having lots of fun in the classes
and lots of ‘Bakchodi’ at the rooms in the hostel.

A typical student life began and the students got used to a mundane
and monotonous routine of student life.
Different types of students with different attitudes of their
own. Some got used to the boring life very fast while most of them were
reluctant. They used to form their own rules. They even had encounters
with their seniors.
The whole bunch of students was a mixture of all varieties of
characters. It seemed that whole of India had transported its
‘Bakchods’ to this place.

The days became interesting when the lecturers and professors started
to give assignments. This is where people should thank the concept of
Cut, Copy and paste. In most of the colleges throughout the world,
assignments are done by only half the number of students.
May be I am wrong. May be only 10% of the students are committed
in solving the assignments and submitting them.

“Yaar(Friend).. The Mechanics professor is very strict. He has bombarded us
with so many assignments and we dont have time to finish everything.”,
Anand sounded helpless, “I think I will have to team up with somebody
in solving those questions because I won’t be able to finish all within
the given time.”

The roommates of Anand were in different classes. So he had to find somebody
who belonged to his class.
There was a guy named Anil whose room lay in the same bay as that
of Anand’s. All the guys in that bay shared a common area for accessing
toilet and bathroom which consisted of 4 bathrooms and 4 toilets.
Anand had good friendship with Anil both in the class and the room as well.
They use to spend some time talking outside this bathroom and toilets too
in the evening time.

Hence Anand thought of solving the problems along with Anil.
He went to his room and asked him for giving him company in solving
the problems which Anil readily agreed to.

Anil was a tall thin guy and had a sharp brain. Mechanics was his
most lovable and strong subject.
He shared his room with two other guys. One of the guys named Aditya
was truly frustated after coming to this place.
He was very very homesick and wanted to go to his home. But the only
problem was he didnt have admission letter to any other college which
could have been closer to his native place.

When Anand and Anil were solving the problems, Aditya
kept on uttering some crap like

“Oh!! How would I survive? I want to go home.
I am not getting good food. Mummy I want to come home.
Please I want to run away from this place.
This management is fucking me up and my career.
I want to move out.”

“Please shut up!!”, Anil shouted.

Aditya got more frustated but instead of showing his frustation
he moved out of the room.

Anand and Anil started to apply their minds.

Simultaneously, there were other guys who had been given assignments.

Sushant as careless as he can be, can never be expected to solve
assignments. He thought of approaching his travel mate, Abhinav.
He thought, “Abhinav would help me. He would have solved the assignment,
definately. I will copy from him.”

He went to Abhinav’s room.
“What fucker!! How are you? Did you solve the assignment?”

“No man. I will at 10 o’clock. Please leave me alone now.
I am a little depressed.”

“Why what happened?”

Contd…

Sun had almost set and the lovely black lady called night was
making its way through the horizon.

These 6 guys were still sitting down and “PALAVERING”.

It is very common that when people are sitting idle, they start thinking
about their past. They fall prey to nostalgia and start thinking about the
good times spent in their childhood.

Bakchodi is the right time for such things also. Every now and then, you will
find people talking about their childhood and adolescence days.

In India, the craze for competitive examinations is extraordinary.
There are obvious reasons for the comment.
We say that India is developing very fast, still there are very little
jobs and opportunities in non conventional fields. So students digress
from their interests and are forced to take conventional subjects as their
mainstream study. Hence they don’t use their potential to the maxima.
Nevertheless, students choose engineering and medical as their subjects
of study even if they don’t like it. For these study streams, they prepare
for the competitive examinations, during which they spoil very many important
years of their life. They keep on appearing for these examinations.
Some fail some pass. But somehow most of the people manage to get it somewhere.

Hence these competitive examinations are very important as far as Indian
context is concerned. Generally who fail, have lots of excuses. Some have genuine
and some cook up excuses. Those who have genuine reasons suffer from a painful
nostalgia of failure.

Rohit was silent for a long time.
“Hey what happened? Why are you silent?”

“Yaar(Friend).. I studied so hard just to land up here.
I had a passion for getting into IIT and go into research.
I studied hard but I don’t know what happened.
I couldn’t qualify the mains examination. I know what mistake I made
in the Chemistry paper. That proved very costly for my life.”

“What yaar(friend). Again you started the same thing.
That is lost and it has become the part of the past.
Now nothing can be done. Now think ahead. Think of changing
your own world. If you are interested in research, why don’t you
find good professors here itself and start your research.”, Anand
gave a long lecture.

Rohit still seemed sad.

“Oye!! I think this guy is crazy. He wants to be a researcher.
I give you a topic for research. You will love it.”, Sushant suggested.
Sushant wanted to cheer Rohit up.

“What?”

“Lovaria..”

“Whats that?”

“The art of Love”

“I said I have interest in Physics and Electronics.”

“When did you say?”

“Oh!! I never said. Anyways, I said it now.”

“Ok. Do one thing. Find some way to integrate concepts
of Physics in Lovaria. It would be fun.”

A smile came on Rohit’s face.

“Now that’s more like it.”

Everyone started smiling.

“B****** ke(slang).. It is 7 o’clock. It’s dinner time.”, Saket seemed hungry.

“Ya ya. We should move to the mess.”

“Oowaa!!! I will have to engulf that food again.”, Sushant made his face.

“You will have to, and that too, for another 4 years.”, Bhaskar was making
a remark to hurt Sushant. He sounded vindictive.

“You will also have to be with me only.. yes .. yess…”, Sushant replied.

“I am going.”, Saket hurried up.
Soon everybody moved to the ground floor to the mess.

After having the dinner, everybody went to their respective rooms in the hostel.

And another BAKCHODI session was about to start at 10.

Contd…

Bhaskar was not ready to take this.
He had a heavy built and he tried to use his power on Saket.
Though the brawl was a comic one and people were more interested in laughing
than stopping the brawl.

“B****** ka (slang).. How can you make such fun of me? I am
criticizing the management and you are forcing me into the management.
I don’t want to be a part of the bastard management community and the
docile faculty.”

“You will be and you will be doing the same thing which I talked about
everyday. He he heee..”, Saket’s teeth were shining bright in diminishing
sunlight.

Everybody exulted again and this time the intensity of laughter
was stronger.

Bhaskar stopped after having a comic tussle with Saket.

“Hey hey, you saw that girl in Pink Salwar kameez?”, it
seemed Sushant was desperate to bring up a topic which was related
to the girl he had seen in the morning.

“How can I see? I do not belong to your class.”, Vivek replied.
“And my class is at the third floor. I was also busy with other works.”,
Anand added.

“Haaye.. haaye.. What a girl man”, Sushant oozed a sigh.
“The most exciting thing which I saw after coming to this place was
a piece of exotic beauty.”
“I could’t control my Baburao.”

“Baburao!! Who’s that?”
“Heard in some movie it seems. May be some Sanjay Dutt movie.”, Vivek stated.

“Hey hey .. he does not know about Baburao..”

“Guys you have seen that Orient PSPO fan advertisement.
‘Yeh PSPO nahi jaanta.’
Same way, ‘yeh Baburao nahi jaanta’ (He does not know about Baburao).”

All started to laugh on Vivek.
vivek could not tolerate this and started to mutter lots and lots
of slangs.

Still everyone continued laughing.
After a while everyone controlled their emotions and the place was silent again.

“Do tell me who is Baburao.”, Vivek was very curious and stressed.
“Ok ok man.. Let us clarify his doubt.”

“Baburao is nothing but your libido. Got it!!”

“Oh my God!!!”
“You guys should be killed. What all names do you find
and for what type of things.”

“Don’t worry we will find nicknames for everybody. You
will get to know yours.”, Sushant replied.

It was 6 in the evening by now. The tea had finished in all the glasses.
But still the guys were sitting as it is said among students
“Bakchodi never ends..”

Contd…

BAKCHODI – The word in itself brings thrills and lethargy both, in students.
I wonder how is the word still missing in the Oxford or the Cambridge Dictionary.
Another astonishing fact is that it does not find its entry even in the most
popular encyclopedia on date – the Wikipedia.
I thought that I should enter the same but it is still a slang word and some descency
must be maintained for the biggest knowledge house of the Internet.
But I found a word which has a similar meaning like Bakchodi.
It’s called Palaver and I think it will be good if people could find
the meaning of the word on some dictionary site.
So a session of Palaver which has a Hindi sobriquet “Bakchodi” was about
to start.

So dusk was falling and the sky was smeared with a mixture of yellow and red colours.
Cool breeze was flowing and as the sweat evaporated from the skin of these people,
they feel relieved of the heat.
The temperature was somewhere around 30 degrees.

The time was appropriate to start a Bakchodi session.

Sushant, Anand, Rohit, Saket, Vivek and Bhaskar were on the top floor
by now.
Sushant rested his ass on the parapet of the wall while others formed a
circle and sat on the ground.
All the guys had a glass each full of tea. They started enjoying tea sip by sip.

“Suuu..UUssss..”, such type of sounds were produced as they were drinking tea.
Pretty uncivilized but half of the group had come from villages.
So it would take some time for them to get used to the current context.

“Tell tell.. How was the day? Did you like anybody?”, Sushant started off
straightaway targeting the weak link, that is, the opposite sex.

“What man!! Straight away started pulling legs. First I will discuss the most
exciting class I have ever attended. Lots of fun and lots of fun only.”, Vivek stated.

“We had a class in which students messed up with the lecturer. They played with
the concepts of the lecturer. Some kind of mind games. The lecturer was speechless.”,
Anand kept his point.

Vivek started his story and briefly explained what they did with the professor and how they
made fun of him.

All the people started laughing.

“But you said that he would complain to the dean.”

“What complain to the dean!! He does not remember what he said the last moment.
How can he remember that he has to complain to the dean? He forgot and went to
his cabin right away.”

“Thats good. Now you guys will always enjoy in his class.”

“Ya surely. Who would want to miss a chance of an entertaining hour?”

Bhaskar interrupted after taking a long long sip of tea,
“Our class was boring. I was sleeping all day. These fuckers
dont know how to teach?”

“It seems that Bhaskar would teach better. Tomorrow I will suggest the
dean that Bhaskar will take over the lecturership.”, Anand made a remark.

“Ha ha.. Imagine Bhaskar teaching all.”

“He will be ogling more and teaching less.”, Saket said.
“And he will be spending more time in his bathroom every night.”, he continued.

Everybody started laughing out loud.

Contd…

It was 5 o’clock in the evening. The bell had already rung and the students
started coming outside their classrooms. It turned out to be a very hectic
first day for them. Some had lots of fun pulling the legs of the lecturers
and some others had been busy with boring classes.

At last the study hours culminated with no major happenings. Though it had
been a disastrous start for the lecturers who were inexperienced. It was always
on the cards. But there were some professors who were really of high esteem.
These professors deserved their bit and also the students gave them due respect.
But overall it was a bad first impression the students got of the inexperienced
lecturers.

Students were moving out of the main building which was basically meant for
the freshers in the college.Some of the students had notebooks, some did not.
It was looking a varied mixture of youth. Some apparently interested in studies
and some careless and lethargic in attitude.

Some of the people moved out to have something which slowly kills a person.
I mean CIGARETTE.

And the others formed small groups and gradually moved towards the hostels.

Anand and others were also strolling slowly towards their supposed home
in an uninteresting manner.

“Huh!! It was a tormenting day.”
“And funny too.”
“Yes. I did enjoy the insult of the Physics lecturer. She did not
have any answers to the questions being posted to her.”, Anand said.
“But who do you think was right?”, Aman queried.
“I dont care. Whoever it may be. I am thinking why did not the
professor give the right answer.”, Anand responded.

“Hey guys. Dont keep talking about your classes only.
We will have a full bakchodi session tonight.
Then we will discuss all the things. I think the most happening
day has been ours. I will elaborate.”, Vivek added.

“I think overall it has been a good day.”

“But we had 2-3 good professors coming to our class.
So nobody made fun of those people.”, Rohit shared his experience.

“Ya. I heard that some classes had good professors coming in. It is
good also and bad too. How will we enjoy in the class?”, Aman questioned.

“That is a point of concern. But I think with time everyone will
start to follow our trend and it wont be tough for us to mould such
professors also into our ways.”, vivek opined,”The professor in our class
was virtually paralyzed to think anything. He is a research guy. He does
not even remember what he did last moment.”

While talking all these people reached the gates of the hostel and
headed to their rooms.

It was evening time and Tea was being served as a part of the evening
refreshment.
The tea was kept in the ground floor of the building. As soon as the word
spread, it seemed like electricity passed through the bodies of loathesome
people.
They wanted some energy to flow into their bodies.
So people started to flock the container in which tea was contained.
Soon a crowd started to build up.
But it dispersed also in the same manner.
And when a person came after 10 minutes at the place.
“Hey whats this? Bastards have drank up all the tea.
It is coming out in drops.”
“Much like when you piss.”, Sushant commented and people
alongside him bursted into laughter.
“What?”
“Golden words are not repeated!!!”, was Sushant’s reply.

The other guy took tea and moved out.

“Come on we will move to the top floor.
Nice cool breeze is blowing. We will spend some time
up there.”, Sushant asked Saket.
All the guys moved up. Meanwhile, Anand and others
accompanied them at the fourth floor.

“Guys, we are also coming.”

The group moved to the roof for a session of bakchodi.

Contd…

The bell rang at the stroke of 1130 AM. And the students were expected to be in
their respective classrooms by then.

There were a lot of sections of each department. And each class had a different
story to tell on the first day. It is virtually impossible to tell all the interesting
stories of each class but still I will include two of the most interesting ones.

These events show a very grave situation which India is going to face in the coming
times – the problem of faculty and that too, really good faculty members.

Anand and Aman moved to a common section of Computer Science while Vivek made his
way to the section of Biotechnology. Coincidently, both the class were alongside
each other.

“Have a nice time and a nice first day in your class”, Anand wished vivek.

“Same to you yaar(friend).”

Both headed towards their classes.

Anand entered the class with Aman. Almost all the seats were acquired.
There were three rows of benches out of which two were totally acquired by boys.
The third one was partially acquired by girls. On the rear side of the third
row, boys were sitting having an uncanny look on their faces.

In the first row, there were empty seats on the back sides.

“Here also we have to be backbenchers it seems.”
“Yes we will have to as there are no empty seats elsewhere.”

So both the guys moved to the last bench which had room for three people.
One person was already sitting on the bench. He moved to the part of the bench
closer to the wall giving space for these two people.

“Hi I am Anand and he is Aman.”
“I am Anuj”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Me too.”

Just then, the lecturer arrived in the classroom.
She looked a very simple middle-aged lady with conventional Indian constume.
She had a TILAK on her forehead. She seemed a brahmin.
Anyways, all the students stood up to show respect and wished the lecturer.

“Hi students, I am your Physics lecturer. I will be taking Physics in your section
twice a week. I am very professional in my approach and I will be giving assignments
which you have to submit on time. Other rules for my class will become clear
as you study physics under my guidance.”

“Iski maa ki(slang).. She also started the same old story
which we have been listening to since the time we landed up
here.”, Sushant uttered and the backbenchers gave a smile.

At this moment, Saket arrived.
“May I come in mam.”
“You’re late!!”
“Yes mam. One of my friends got hurt while coming, so I took him for first aid.”
“Ok. But don’t come late again.”
Saket gave a cunning smile.

The lecturer thought of having an introduction of the students and then
move on to start her first lecture.

The students stood one after another and gave their introduction.

It was feeling a bit eccentric as the students felt that we are still
in that same old fashioned school where we have to answer for each and
everything.

The introduction of the students was completed in 10 minutes.
The lecturer had a look at her watch, “Oh! We have wasted 15 minutes.
We should get started with things otherswise it would be a problem
completing the syllabus on time.”

The lecturer started talking on superconductivity to start with.
She had just started to elaborate. Some of the students were ready
to find chinks in the armor of the lecturer. These students were very
frustated and they wanted to belittle the lecturer so as to impress their
authority. They wanted to prove that the lecturer didnt have enough calibre
to denounce them.

On some topic, Bhaskar started to argue on what the lecturer said.

“I think there is a confusion in the temperature part. It should decrease.”

One of the other guys stood up and reacted to his comments unleashing his knowledge
of superconductivity.
In no time a verbal quarrel erupted between the two.

“M**********(Slang).. Let her teach. Why do you people fight?
She will clarify the doubt.”

“Ok Mam. Please confirm who is right? Otherwise the fight will continue.”

The lecturer was dumbfounded. She didn’t have anything.
She was watching everything happening infront of her in disdain.
“Sure. I will consult a book in the library and clear your doubt in the next class.”,
the lecturer replied confidently.

“Ha ha ha… This the best reply I expected.”, Sushant whispered.

Just then bell rang and it was time for lunch.

“What a fantastic hour we have had.”
The students seemed jubiliant after screwing up the lecturer.

This is where experienced professors make a mark. Inexperience is always
a very big disadvantage. The lecturer had to succumb just because of her
inexperience.

The students moved to the hostel mess for having their lunch.

After lunch time…..

In the other class, the students were much more mischievious and jovial.
They were very belligerent and frenzy. They wanted to somehow smother each
and every lecturer who comes to their class.
So they thought of making fun of all and sundry.

Everyone was seated quietly in the class as the professor arrived in the class.
This professor was a very old professor of chemistry and came to take the Chemistry
class. He looked a bit insane with the clumsy attitudes he had. His half bald temple
was enough to convey his condition. Moreover, the thick spects said it all.

The guys in this Biotech section were ready to mentally slaughter this elderly
professor.
So they started.

This professor was nicknamed as “KAPPA“. Kappa, a greek word, used in Chemistry for
notations.

The students started to throw chalk pieces on the professor.

“Hey see my shot!!”

The professor was in a bewildered mood. He didn’t know how to react.
He had never taught a batch of North Indian students. He had gone already
half crazy with his research. With such experience, he should not have been
coming to the class of first year, but he was forced to do the same.
And now, the students were making fun of him.

Then came paper rockets..
Zoom..zoom..zoom..

“Hey see one straight up his ass.”

That one hit the professor at the bull’s eye.

The professor got too much frustated.
“I am not teaching students. It seems I am in a fish market.
I will move out and I will complain to the dean.”

The professor kept his left finger onto his canine and went outside
the class.

“Ha ha .. B****** ka(slang).. He had to go.”

The bell rang and other professor entered the class.
He and the next one was also treated in the same way.

It was evening time.
The bell rang and everybody moved out.
The people had exhausted themselves with lots of fun
and lots of study, ironically.

The students started to retreat back to their rooms.

Now awaited the long long sessions of Bakchodi(time wasting)
which is a part and parcel of all the students in all colleges
of India.

Contd…

But nothing could be done because the students are always
bound to obey the management, the teachers and parents obviously.

At this instant, I as an author am bound to remember the famous
song sung by the band Pink Floyd – Another Brick in the Wall.
That song clearly picturises the frustation and pain students go
through their student life. They are always forced into things which
they dont want to do. This is a huge mental block which hinders the
overall development of the students.

Back to where we were.

“Now we got to have a Sutta. This lecture was really really boring.
How did we sustain this mental rape? I am oblivious of this fact which
has just happened with me.”, a delirious Saket said.

“Bullshit.. Total Bullshit..”, a frustated and angry Abhay said.
He was one of the guys sitting behind.

“Gandu hai sab(slang – Assholes). And we are a bigger one.”, Sushant made
a tormenting remark.
But this was a truth which everyone out there had to accept.

Everyone moved outside with varied facial expressions. Some were angry,
some frustated and some seemingly satisfied.

That’s how it goes. People are same everywhere. For a particular incident,
different people react in different manner.

“I was feeling like beating the hell out of that fucking dean.
How can he be so diplomatic and political. We are here for studying
and the attitude has been very very different.”, Rohit was agitated.

“Me too.”, Aman supported Rohit.

“Come on guys, leave all this shit happening here.
We ‘ll move out and have a cigarette. Atleast it will relieve
some tension.”, Saket interrupted.

“Huh.. It was a bad bad experience on the day one.
And we have to attend classes too. It starts at sharp 1130.
It’s 1125 now. We have to reach the class. Guys, if we go out for
having sutta, we will be late for the class. Is it right?”, Anand was concerned.

“B*********(Slang). Nothing is going to happen.”

“But the dean has ordered us to be on time.”

“5 minutes is not going to make much of a difference.”

“This is the first day and I cannot take any chance.
I am making a move. You guys move ahead with your plans
of having a Sutta. Additionally, I don’t take Sutta.”

“G**** marao(Fuck your ass).. But we will move out.”

Saket was accompanied by Bhaskar, Abhay and others.
Rohit, Anand, Aman and few others moved to their respective
classes.

Contd…

The students had a survey of the college and they had some viable
points in mind. Predominantly, they wanted to target the weaknesses
of the institution and may be hurt the ego of the Management people.
Young bloods always think of doing something rebellious.

Now the time had come.

The dean asked, “Do you guys have any questions? Feel free to ask them.
We have the other dean from the Planning Division also available.
If you have found any problems till now, you should discuss them.”

The students were getting ready to fire their queries.

So it started.

A sardar called Mandeep, though short in height, still full of confidence,
stood up and questioned.
“I don’t find any swimming pool here in the campus. I am a state level swimmer.
I would love to represent our college in state level competitions.”

Another guy also stood up and had similar thoughts.

The dean replied in soft voice,”Though we don’t have any plans for swimming pools,
still we will have a discussion about it in the next management meeting.
I do appreciate your talent and it will be well taken care of. But for the time being,
there are no such plans.”

A diplomatic answer was sufficient enough to cool the heated zeal inside the students.

Still there were a lot of students and everyone had some query or the other.
So another question was fired.

“The food in the mess is pathetic. We are not getting North Indian food.
Even which is made is horrible. Last night, the roti was like rubber.
This should be taken care of as soon as possible.”

“Ya, we have planned a good mess with good North Indian food in the current
future. So food is not a worry.”

“Thanks sir.”, was the reply of the student.

Somebody whispered,
“B*********.(slang) How can he get good North Indian food in such a place.
The dean has just fooled this guy.”

“What about gymnasium?”, was another query posted to the dean.

“Ya a gymnasium has come up. You can enroll and access its facilities.”, the Planning
Dean replied.

This response was cheered up by the students.

“We want to know about the cultural and technical fests.”

“We currently organise international conferences which have attained high importance
at National and International Level.
The cultural and technical fests are at hold for now.”

“But these are the basic things with which we can compete
with students of other college and can show our capabilities.”

“Yes, they are and in a year’s time, you will have all of them.”

“Chutiya bana raha hai(slang). Nothing is going to happen.”, Saket whispered
as he was sitting beside the person who asked the question.

There were more people who wanted to ask questions.
But it was already 1130 and the dean was very much time specific.

So the people form the management moved out.

The students were left stranded and lots of questions unanswered.

Contd…

First of all, to start with this post, I would like to thank my good friend,
Tripurari for reminding me about my mistakes. It has been a boring
last week with much involvements in nonsense stuff. But this lonesome comment
has been enough to trigger what got subdued inside me last week.
I am a very fortunate person to have such good friends by my side.
I thank all the friends and Tripurari in the current context.

Continuing with the story where I left it…

It was getting difficult as the place was getting more and more messy with
time. But somehow it had to be managed.
The management guys were around and somehow the students
were being forced into the two halls which were not enough
to contain the whole of the crowd. Additional chairs were fetched
and adjusted somehow in the halls.

“What is happening here? These people don’t have enough space
and they are still trying to force us into these insufficient
halls. This is pathetic.”, Anand suserrated.

“Ya, b****** ke..(slang) These people have not made proper arrangements.
It is pretty obvious.”, Aman replied.

“Hey guys, the dean has arrived. Let’s hear what this wise but
seemingly insane old man has to say.”

By now, all the students were somehow accomodated into the place.
The only soothing thing was that all of them had a seat atleast
to rest their asses.

The dean started his introductory speech.

As soon as he started, one could straight away find people yawning
and feeling drowsy. Rohit was one among them.

“Come on buddy. This is the first day of our college.
We should be attentive. And you are dreaming about fucking the
sleeping beauty.”, Anand disturbed Rohit.

“He is a dean only. He will give a lecture only.
Why should I care about him.”, Rohit was still dizzy.

Just 5 minutes had passed since the dean started giving his speech.
By now, one could hear lots and lots of whispering going on.

“Silence!!”, demanded a bold voice.
It was the vice chancellor of the university.

The place went into deep silence at once.
It seemed that it became a graveyard for a moment with
the vice chancellor seeming the Undertaker at the place.

The dean resumed his speech. The dean was a very old person seemingly
at his death bed. He voice was also shivering.

Rohit, Aman, Anand etc. all were sitting at the back side of the
hall.
Sushant uttered in a very soft voice, “M********(Slang), he is fucking my mind.
His voice is so irksome. Please tell him to shut up.”
“No way, you got to resist.”, Vivek responded.

After the dean finished, the vice chancellor started his brief
speech explaining the achievements of the university over a period
of time.

“Boring.. Ahhhhh”, voices kept coming but with low intensity.

The VC finished it fast.

Now was the time for a Question-Answer session.

Contd….

It was getting more crowded as more people poured in the place.

So some guards arrived at the place. They started directing these people
to move to their respective classes.

People from the management also arrived. It was getting very messy.

It was 1030 by now and people were still not inside their classrooms.
As it was the first day, some sort of induction program was arranged.

So time management had to be very important.

Somebody shouted, “What the hell!! So much crowd.”

Contd…

Meanwhile Aman and Rajul also arrived. They figured out their room numbers
also in the crowded place with the help of Rohit.

It so happened that all the guys landed up in different classes.
But thats how it happens.

According to the regular schedule, the class must have begun at 9 o’clock.
But as this was the first day, it was scheduled to begin at 11.

This provided some respite to the students as there were lots of students
who came to this place on the same morning itself and they were not in a
situation to attend classes immediately.

Contd…

It was a nice morning and the innocent looking students
were heading towards their classes.

They had a sound and heavy breakfast of Idly and sambhar.

The day was going to be very challenging and hence the breakfast
would prove more than handful to counter the heat of the day.

Anyways, the students were now at the gates of the main building.
Around 300 students were standing at that place
and most of them were looking at the notice board which had
the list stating the class room of the students.

The students were eager to know their classroom.
They were getting curious as the time went by.

“Hey Rohit, see my room number”, Anand shouted from behind
as Rohit was standing infront of the notice board.

The place was too much crowded and commotion was building
up with time. Now it was becoming difficult even to hear each
other’s voice.

“Anand.. your class is Section D and room number is 305”
“This building itself.”

“Okie”

“What about you?”

“Me. It’s 304”
“Great!!”

Contd…

The First College Day

On Monday, most of the guys and girls had arrived in the college
as this was the first day of their unprecendented college life.

Lots of new friendship was on the cards and lots of new productive
groups would be formed.

There was hope and passion to do something,
as the bunch of these people who came from far North
had immense pressure on them to perform good.

There was innocent glow on their faces
exuberating the power of their knowledge
and their will power.

Inspite of all this, the case here was a bit different.

Contd…

As soon as the word spread, panic crept in the seniors’ group.

It was strictly mentioned to them that no ragging would be entertained
and the people caught into ragging activities would be heavily punished.

Within seconds, all the seniors changed places
and all the juniors took a sigh of relief.

“Oh the dean has been a demigod.”
“I dont know what more was in store for us.”
Whispers could be heard.

The seniors had their meal and they started to move out of the mess.

The dean was standing at the gates of the mess, just to monitor
the behaviour of the students.
After sometime, he moved out.

It was 2000 by now.
It is too early for the mess to be empty, but it was.
The residents were too much tired and they did not have
a good food.
After an exhaustive day, they were going to retire to their rooms.

Silence prevailed in the hostel by 2030 hrs.

But even in this calm and quiet ambience, some voices could be heard.

Some students talking in their rooms.
Some listening to music.
But most of the rooms were silent, as expected.

Sushant, though tired, had enough energy to pamper people.

“Hey guys, this is Sushant. I thought I should introduce myself.”
He went inside 310 where 4 guys were preparing to go to sleep.

“Oh Hi.. So how was the day”, Anand queried.
“Hey I think you did not meet Rajul, the sleep master.”

“Hi”, Rajul introduced himself.

“Should we do some bakchodi(waste time in gossip) tonight”, Sushant asked these guys.

“What bakchodi??”, Rajul was ignorant of the term.

“Hey we will gossip man..”

“Nah.. i am very tired .. I will go to sleep.”, Rajul was feeling dizzy.
“So do I”, Aman added.
“And me too”, Anand also joined them.

Rohit eyes told that he was feeling sleepy.

Analysing the situation, Sushant retired to his own room
bidding good night to these guys.

It was 2230
and the place was sleeping in peace.

Contd…

As soon as the dean was gone, the sounds began to grow into noise.

The senior was also gone by this time.

Sushant and Anand breathed in a sigh of relief.

“Oh!! That Hanuman.. He was so massive like a bear.”, Sushant whispered.
“Ya he was.. Much like an elephant atleast infront of us.”

“Now I cannot eat anymore. The food is pathetic.
I dont know whether I will get something to eat outside.
And I am very tired also.”

Rohit and Aman were sitting infront of these guys.

“It’s been a tough day for us also.”, Rohit added.
“I will go and have a nice sound sleep.”, Aman said.

Meanwhile, some seniors were coming and watching these fellows
and going away.
May be the fear of dean prevented them from ragging these guys.
But ragging will always be on the cards.

There are people who dont care about anybody.

One of the senior called up a junior, Amit.
As he called him up, all the juniors were looking
at Amit.

Everybody expected something very naughty form the side of the seniors.
Some were afraid and some were resilient by their facial looks.

“Hey you.. Come here.. Take this bottle and fill it up with your salty water.”

“Salty Water!!!”
“Buuutttt..”

“Dont you understand English. I am asking you fill it up with salty water.”

“But how can I do that?”

“I am your senior. You have to do it.”
“And that too. Here itself.”

“Sir, do you mean I should pee?”

The senior reacted, “M***** F*****, dont you have sense?”

“I asked you to get salty water. Go pour some water and then
pour in some salt. I have a sore throat and I need to gargle.”
“Go get it.”

Every fresher out here was watching with curiosity and fear.
They were thinking..
“What would happen to him?”
“Am I the next one?”
“What would they ask me to do?”
“Would they beat me up?”

At this instant, somebody shouted, “The dean is coming again!!”.

Contd…

Sushant was focussed on his food.
But this gruntling and bold voice made him look at the person
standing infront of him. A sense of fear crept in from nowhere.

This is pretty obvious for a person going out from home for the first time.
He knew that people are ragged ruthlessly in engineering colleges.
He easily noticed that the person standing infront of him was his
senior.

“So I heard you say something?”, the senior queried.

“No..no…no…”, he stammered.
“I didnt say anything Sir. It was just the slip of tongue.”

“But I do realize that you said something which is unacceptable.
And I think you should be punished.”

“Punishhhhhhment… I am a very good boy Sirji..
I didnt say anything.”, Sushant was trying to divert him.

“Hey you.. Didnt you hear him saying something?
What did he say?”, the person queried Anand.

“I dont know Sir. I was focussed on eating.
And also this guy has a habit of murmuring something
every now and then.”, Anand uttered something out of fear.

Somebody from the college authoriy was supposed to arrive
at the mess tonight. He came just now. He was the Dean
Student Affairs.

“I will see you both guys tomorrow. Come to 311, Shiva Vihar”,
the senior ordered the guys and went to another table to have his
meal with his friends.

Some guys in juniors were also premature in their looks.

One could easily mistake them to be seniors.
These were the guys who had discontinued study
at some moment of their life to pursue and achieve something
special which was never made for them.
But that is the story of the past.

The dean came, had a look in the mess, inspected and
was gone in 5 minutes. When the dean was present, there
was perfect silence in the mess. Even the clammering of the
plates could not be heard.

Students kept moving inside the mess.

Contd…

A shrill voice of an electric bell broke the eccentric silence of the place.
The bell was rung to intimate the residents of the hostel about the start of
the food service in the mess.
This is quite regulatory in most of the hostel messes in India.

Though only half the hostel was filled, students kept entering the mess
in a sporadic manner. Each hostel had an individual mess.
I am talking about the mess in the Rama Vihar hostel. This hostel was
small as I had talked about earlier and consequently, the mess was
also small.
You could find around 20 tables each having a capacity to hold 6 persons
at a time. The table were made of steel and had attached rounded supports
for carrying people which could be rolled inside. Though this support was
not comfortable, it was sufficient enough for a person to sit down and atleast
have his meal comfortably.

Apart from the innocent cute faces, one could see mature faces also.

Anand, Rohit and Aman enter the mess.

Anand points to one of the mature guys,
“That person looks so mature and heavy. Definately, he is one of the seniors.
We should be careful. I have heard that seniors screw juniors in most of the
engineering colleges. The ragging becomes intolerable sometimes.”

Aman opined,”Ya, for the time being, we must be away from the seniors.”

Just then, Vivek and Rajul arrived.
Rajul is Anand’s roomate and was so tired that he was sleeping throughout
the evening.

Vivek, an extrovert and cool guy by nature, seemed very relaxed by now.
“Oh ..God, food at last. I haven’t had anything since afternoon.”
“So you guys had food or what?”, Vivek was questioning Anand and others.

“No, no .. We also arrived just now. We have not even looked at what’s in store for
us. Let’s see what type of food we are going to be served.”, Rohit responded promptly.

Soon a queue formed and the residents started taking food.

Sushant led the queue. He was very hungry since morning.
He had eaten away some of the stuff which his mother packed for him.
He was still not satisfied. So he wanted to have the food as fast as possible.

Two black powerful guys were serving the food.
There were two containers which the so called meal for the day.
The meal comprised of Biryani and raita. Both the things triggered an
experience of hell when they went into the guts of the students.
The biryani was so pathetic that some of the students vomited instantaneously.
The raita seemed a raw mixture of yoghurt and chopped onions.
It had no taste.

Sushant was the first one to experience the taste of the food.

“Rascals.. Don’t they know how to cook food. I have been hungry throughout the
day to eat this shit in the evening. Is it so?”
“Ya, the food is horrible.”, Anand engulfed the first bite.

Just then, a strong heavy person stood infront of them.
He was massive in his built, had big eyes partially hid by
his large sleek spects. He was wearing a black Tshirt and a black
half pant. He complexion was fair though.
He looked a giant infront of these people of average height.

“Don’t you have respect for food?”, he roared.

Sushant did not see this person and was continuing with his meal.
He was totally concentrated on the food.
His spontaneous reply was, “Who is the m****r f****r?”

Contd…

After a difficult time, I have resumed my journey.

Keep reading.. I will start writing tomorrow..

A big event at hands!!

I am not well and not in a status to write a long script..

Please comply ..

Vivek moved to Krishna Vihar and others moved to their
respective rooms in the hostel.

It was 530 in the evening.
Saket, Saurabh and Aman returned back to the hostel.
They were very tired. The whole day they had been moving
around in the college campus, making new friends and lots
of chatting and walking.
More so, they did not have their lunch also.
Just two glasses of juice they had in the canteen.

Totally exahusted, they entered the hostel.
Saket moved into 311, Aman to 310 and Saurabh to 211.
The moment these people went into their rooms, they
collapsed onto their beds. The heat had taken away
all they had.

The hostel was only half filled till now.
More people were yet to turn up.

This is pretty obvious. People try to take liberty.
They know they have a deadline and they should work according
to that deadline. The college was going to open after two
days officially. So the students would have taken liberty
and thought that it would be better that they stay at home
for few more days.

At the counter, the students were told about the schedule of the
hostel.

“We have strict rules in the hostel which every inmate is bound to
follow.”, the in-charge of the hostels had declared in the morning itself.
He had handed over a regulations list to the inmates.
The list was pasted on the hostel notice board also.

Saket started reading the notice board.

It read in this manner..

1. The inmates should be inside the hostel by 10 PM.
2. All the inmates should make entry in the gate register before leaving the hostel premise.
   
3. The inmates are not allowed to have their own vehicles in the hostel premise.
   
4. Any kind of indiscipline meted out to the administrative authorities of the hostel would not be tolerated.
   
5. Boys are not allowed to go to girls hostel.

And the list went on..

A spontaneous comment came from Saket..”M** c*****e.. m********..(slang)”
“Rules are meant to be broken.”

Some of the guys supported him as the general perception was that
the rules were pretty harsh.

“I mean this is pretty harsh. Can’t we have our own conveyance.
Such large campus. Will we be walking all the time?”, Bhaskar was right behind Saket.

“Yes”, Saket responded.”And see, we cannot go the girls hostel.
Come on man. We are grown ups and this is 21st century.
Everybody knows how to take care of themselves. And I think
there is no difference between girls and boys.”

“Bahut m********* hain saale(Slang).”
(These people are pathetic).

Someone shouted from behind, “Whatever it is, we will have to follow the rules.”
He seemed to be a disciplined guy.

Saket immediately reciprocated, “You follow all these rules.”
“They are made for cowards and they are meaningless.”

2-3 people from behind supported Saket.

It was going to be dinner time.

Contd..

The green eyed person was carrying two heavy bags in his hand.
Those were too heavy for a common person but here he was, a bulldozer,
a heavy person with strong arms.

The other guys standing there had an indifferent look.

This guy was moving slowly towards them.
He declared in his characteristic heavy voice,
“Hi, this is Bhaskar Chourasia.”

“So you are also Bhaskar. We met one outside earlier.”, Anand replied.

“Ya he is.. I don’t know how many more Bhaskars are to come.”, Vivek added.

“Hey guys, you can call me Chourasia. This is what my friends
used to call me in my school days.”

“This is cool. We need something to differentiate. Right.”
“Nice to meet you buddy. So which is your room number.”, Anand queried.

“204”

“Hey that’s just nearby. In the first floor itself.
You would not have to take more pain in taking the
luggage. We would help.”

Here I would like to throw some point on the name Bhaskar.
Bhaskar is the name of Sun in Hindi. Generally, people
who have a dominating nature have their name as Bhaskar in India.
They are extrovert, wild and improvising.
Their character is to dominate.

Both the Bhaskars I have talked about had the similar sort
of character and attitude.

But that’s how it is. Life is not controlled by names.
It is controlled by actions.

So these people moved to the first floor helping
Bhaskar take his luggage to his room.
Bhaskar was more of fun loving kind also.

“Yaar(Friends).. Did you see that girl in black suit.
She was gorgeous. What’s her name. Anybody knows her.”, Bhaskar
askewed his face.

“Are you not satisfied with the long journey you have had?”
“Straight away coming to the point.”

Bhaskar replied instantaneously, “You cannot control it yaar(Friend).”

“Know that.”

Rohit, Anand and Vivek moved out.

It was evening time and the sun was just going down the horizon.

The hostel was now silent for sometime.

One or two persons came every now and then and
gradually settled in their room.

It seemed that most of the guys were taking a nap.

Contd…

By the time Abhinav reached room number 312, he was breathing
very heavily. He kept the luggage outside the room and was standing on
the corridor.

It was 430 in the evening. None of the guys had eaten a thing.
They were hungry and were trying to to find something.

Meanwhile Sushant also reached the top floor and was standing infront
of his room. It was locked from inside.
It seemed that his prospective roommates were inside.
Sushant shouted out loud..

“Open up..open up… open up”
But no response was received.

He did the same again but again no response.

So it was the time to revert back to the conventional and crude
ways of opening up the door.
Sushant had realized that his prospective roommates
were sleeping in the room.

A stream of slangs started flowing from his mouth
like a words flow in continuity from the mouth
of a rapper.

“B********.. m********..(Slang) kholo(OPEN)”
“Saale b******wale sab(Slang) .. what are you doing inside..”
“Mara rahe ho” (Slang)

Now he was getting impatient.
So he started beating up the gate.
He did that twice. Just then, someone opened up.
He didnt even care to give his introduction
and retreated back to bed.

Sushant was getting angry like anything.
But hunger was taking over anger which is a very
basic phenomenon.
So instead of talking to the strangers cum roommates,
he opened up his bag and started eating bhujia, his
mom had packed for him.

On the other side, Abhinav was standing in the corridor surveying
the hostel which was going to be his place for the next
4 years.
The hostel had two floors apart from the ground floor.
It had an elliptical shape and the rooms were along the borders
of the ellipse.
A person standing on the top floor could easily have a look at
all the corners of the hostel and most of the rooms.

So if you want to point someone or call someone, it was very easy.
Abhinav said in distress,
“I wont get peace here also. People would be flocking all the time.”

Vivek, Anand and Rohit were standing on the ground floor itself.

The hostel was still pretty empty.
Only one or two persons more could be seen standing in the corridors
upstairs. But no one knew each other. Only time could tell what would
happen.

Somebody was coming from outside.
One could easily make out the loud noise he was making.
His voice was very dominant and heavy.

He appeared before these guys who were talking among themselves.
He was healthy and had charateristic green eyes.
A face one cannot forget even if you had a single glimpse.

Contd…

They entered the hostel after registering themselves in the register
at the gates.

To their amusement, the guard here was Nepali. He was talking in Hindi,
the national language of India.
This is very common in the sub continent. People have been sticking
to the jobs their ancestors had been doing.
Though this is not justified in the current sense, still people
continue the boring stuff for generations.
This example is being cited to enunciate the pathetic condition of
the bulk of the Nepali people.
Most of the generations of Nepalis have been doing the work of
peons for years together. Still they are happy and nobody questions
their authenticity. The other aspect is that the Nepalis are
very honest and they work very hard.

Abhinav and Sushant asked an introduction from the guard.

He replied,
“Bhaiya (Brother).. My name is Vasant.
I have been living here since past 5 years.
This place is a tough place to live. You can see..
there are lots of jungles surrounding this place.
And also lots of barren lands.
Apart from this the heat is torturing enough to drive you crazy.
And the people are an added incentive to the marvellous
experiences you are going to have..”.He ended up sarcastically.

“So why did you come here?”

“I had to. You know Nepal is having so much trouble.
We didn’t have food to eat. Somebody had to take some step
so that our lives could stabilize.
Hence I had to move out.”

“We can understand.”, They said in unison.

They moved inside now.

Vivek, Rohit and Anand were standing near the staircase.

One could make out the whole hostel by standing at the staircase itself.
It was so open.
The hostel had a elliptical shape and a small open space existed in between.
No trees though.
The hostel roughly had 50 rooms which one could easily make out.
Each room was supposed to have 3 members and the rooms were supposed
to be spacious enough.

Meanwhile, the sequence of introductions began again.

The guys introduced themselves.

Sushant, an extrovert by nature, could not bear the silence
which existed thereafter.

“Bahut mazaa aayega“.(Enormous elation awaits..)

“Why”, Anand queried.

“B********(slang) didn’t you get it till now..
Say anything you like to anybody..
Nobody understands.. A boon in disguise..”

Anand was a cultured person though.. not a brat like Sushant.
“No, this is against our ethics.”

“Hey, what sort of guy is this.. You will not be in our group.”
Sushant said alongside making a funny face.

Abhinav started to move upstairs.
He was behaving as if he was very secluded and isolated.
Some sort of tension was clearly visible on his face.

Contd…

They again started their tough but short journey towards the hostel.

They passed Krishna Vihar on their way to the hostel.
Krishna vihar seemed to be a bigger hostel with more capacity.
The name ‘KRISHNA VIHAR’ looked prominent on the front part
of the building. At the entrance, lots of students were stranded
as they were registering themselves at the gates.

The guard was entering their names into the hostel register.

Some of the parents were also there sitting under the trees beside
the hostel. The heat seemed to be drying them out.
But this is the love of parents. They do anything for their children.

A very clumsy sort of person was standing beside the guard.
He was of average height. He seemed to be unshaven since weeks
and had long moustache. He had eyes like hyena and his complexion
was wheatish. He looked an incarnation of Mahishasura, the legendary
monster. He turned out to be the warden of the hostel.

Somebody shouted from behind,
“If the warden is such kind, I can very well understand what kind
of monsters are waiting…”
People started laughing instantaneously.
But this could have been true also.

Some parents were talking to the warden. He was very confused.
He had never been surrounded by these many north indians.
he didn’t know the language of the North. Still he tried to
manage the people around him. It was difficult for him, but he
somehow managed.

The people made out that the warden only had looks of a monster.
In reality, he was a bovine being who could be fooled anytime.

Sushant and Abhinav were watching this show and there relaxation
time was over. They had to move.

Soon they reached the gates of Rama vihar.
Here also the same case existed, but no warden!!

“It’s good. Atleast, we dont have to face monsters.”

“Ha ha ha..”, Sushant broke out into laughter.

This was a small hostel compared to the first one.

Contd…

Abhinav was swift in moving towards the hostel while
Sushant following his attitude was always lagging behind.

Abhinav had just one bag and on big suitcase which had tyres.
So he was rolling the suitcase on its tyres.
He hanged the back on his back and so one of his hands was free
to carry something.

Sushant on the other hand was having three quantities to carry forward.
He was walking like a crippled person, very slow in his approach.
It was becoming difficult for him.
He had two large suitcases in hand while a bag was on his back.

The difficult part were the suitcases.

“B********(slang), very heavy.
Why do mom love me so much.. She has given lots of food stuff”, Sushant uttered.

“Moms are always like that.. I have eaten away half of them in the journey.”
Abhinav interrupted.

“I have got three kinds of pickle in one of the bags.”
“They alone weigh 6 kgs”.

“Oh no… Mummy.”, Abhinav was shocked.

Soon they were beside the Computer Science building.
This building comprised of 4 storeys and was colored in the pista
color. It had a small garden infront covering the lateral areas.
A small entrance opened up the gateway of knowledge
which would be coming these people’s way after sometime.

They kept on moving. It was 1500 by now and Sushant was getting hungry
and so was Abhinav.
These people started breathing heavily and Sushant succumbed.
He put down the luggage and started relaxing.

The hostel was in their sights.
This gave them enormous relief.

Contd…

Sushant was continuing with his clumsy sort of behaviour.

“So did you enjoy during your high school life or not?
How many girl friends do you have?
The girls here would suit you. I don’t think so.
I am getting pissed off!!”

Abhinav was getting upset.

“See buddy. I am very frustated.
I had to come to this place because of some reasons.
I have been hearing you crap since long now.
Can you please stop all you muttering.”

“Please let me find my room number.
It’s been a long journey from home. 50 hours of long long agony.
Please let me move.”

Sushant still continued.. “Hey here’s your room number..”

Pointing his finger to Abhinav’s name..

“Abhinav 312”
“You have been allotted Rama Vihar hostel.”

“Thanks mate. Now I will leave.”

“What about me?”

“You stay here and enjoy.”

“No, no, no.. Pleeease help out take my baggage. My room number is 309”, Sushant enacted.

“Ok. We will go together.”

So they started to move towards the hostel.

The main road of the college was flanked by the highway on one side
and the department buildings on the other side.
Although there were other routes which they could have followed
but they preferred this one as this was the shortest.

As they were moving they came across department builings one by one.

Contd…

Bhaskar and others headed towards these guys.
Lazily crossing the highway, soon they were onto the
other side on the road near the gates of the college.

The conversation of introduction starts again as one expects
when strangers meet.
One of the persons was Abhinav from Gorakhpur and the other
was Sushant from Bokaro.

“So how was the journey guys?”

“Ohh..”,Sushant uttered in a typical style of his own.
“It was boring but the most dreaded thing was
there was a big fat Tamilian girl beside my seat throughout
the train journey. I was thinking should I be horrified?”
“I was bewildered whether to look outside or to look at her.
I was afraid that if she starts talking to me then where will I run.”

Saurabh, Saket and Bhaskar started laughing instantaneously.

“You should have become friends man. It would have been a handsome
couple.”, Saket said sarcastically.
The intensity of the laughter increased.

The other guy was very silent. He just gave his introduction
and started to move inside.

“Where are you going buddy.. Wait!!”
“We will help.”
“Thanks a lot.”, Abhinav replied.

Abhinav looked very frustated. Though he was smart in his
looks still he seemed very unhappy.
May be some unsaid story went behind such an innocent face.

“You guys will have to submit the admission fees too. Hurry up!!
You have got time till 25th of this month only.”, Aman was showing concern.

“Bhaag b******(Slang).. Nothing is going to happen.
You very well know the ‘CHALTA HAI‘(Let it be) attitude Indians have.
Even after 25th people are going to accept the admission fees.”
Saket kept his open talk going..

By this time, these guys were near the temple.

“Now where should I keep my luggage. I don’t know which hostel I have
been allotted to.”, Sushant was breathing heavily and sqeuaking out words.

“It’s on the notice board or you can inquire in the office too.”

Now the guys split up.
Saurabh, Saket and Aman started heading towards the library.
Bhaskar had some work in the registrar’s office. So he bid adieu.
Sushant and Abhinav were looking at the notice board.

Sushant was wondering, “We dont have seniors or what??”

“Holidays are going on. They may be at their homes.”

“Yup.. You know you think that you are intelligent, but you are wrong.”
Sushant was pampering Abhinav.
Sushant is a very jovial guy and loves making fun of others just for
fun. He was like the JACK of any village.
He used to make faces and tell some dialogues every now and then
which made people laugh.

Contd…

The girl and her parents went inside the main building.

Still unsatisfied, the guys kept on standing at the place
for another 5 minutes.

“This is ridiculous. We have to do lots of work today.”, Aman broke
the ogling scene.

“It’s enough.”

“We were going to have a SUTTA(cigarette), right.”, Saket controlled
himself.

“Let’s move then.”, Saurabh stated.

Soon they were at the gates of the college.
Gates – the spearhead of any institution throughout the world.
Gates which empower the superiority of the institution
and the name on the gates reflecting the individuality
and esteem of the institution.
The gates were massive extending 15 metres in length and had been bisected in
between so that two way traffic could be made possible.

The gates opened into the highway which was again not broad enough
to allow three large vehicles to pass through simultaneously.
This was a very busy highway with vehicles passing by on a frequent
basis.

It was 1145 by now and sweat was pouring like water from the epidermis.

Silence prevailed for some moment on the highway.
These people crossed the road by that time.
Bhaskar was pretty lethargic in his approach and he was
left out on the other end. Still he caught up with the others.

Small shops existed on the other side of the road.
All kinds of odds and ends were available in these shops
but the thing which these people were concerned with was
SUTTA(cigarette).

These people were new to this place.
They didnt understand the language of this place too.
It was very difficult for them to convey the message even.

Still they somehow inquired in two of the shops but the brand was not available.
But to their disappointment, Wills Navy Cut was not available.
They thought of switching to Gold Flake Kings.
One of the shops had it and they got what they wanted.

“B******** Sutta has become essential”(Slang), Saurabh started the conversation
after taking a smooth long puff.

“This is the best thing for relaxation. Total relaxation”

These people are sitting under a shade outside the vendor’s shop.

Soon another public bus arrives at the bus stop near the college
gates.

“Another scapegoat arrives.Ha ha ha”, Aman says in desperation.
Aman seems frustated with the place and the college.

Two lean and thin guys of average height unmount the bus.
One of them has big eyes and seems very innocent while the
other guy is innocent in his looks.
Lots of baggage in their frail hands.
They get down at the place and the bus goes off.

“Come on. Let’s see who they are?”, Bhaskar stands up tall.

Contd…

These people are moving towards the gates of the
college.

An autorickshaw comes zooming past them and enters the gates.

Curiously enough, they just had a glimpse inside.
Something very sexy just went by and how on earth
could they ignore it.

“Maal dekha b****** ke.”
(Slang Did u see that girl?)

“I missed out.”

“Dont worry guys, first we will have a look and then
only we will move out.”, Saurabh said.

The autorickshaw stopped beside the main building.
A man and a woman came out of the autorickshaw.

“Saket has gone mad it seems!! He is dreaming from the first
day itself.”, Aman said and chuckled.

Then came the moment.
A young girl in the prime of her life appeared from the
gate of the autorickshaw.
She unmounted the autorickshaw very slowly.

The guys were watching her like they had never seen a girl
before.

Though the girl was not very fair in complexion, still she looked awesome.
She wore a black top with a caricature made on it and a dark blue
jeans. She had the perfect figure which you can imagine.
Nice sleek curves which one could easily make out.
She had beautiful piercing eyes, pointed nose and thin lips
shining with chocolate colored lipstick.
Her hairs were black and long enough to be knit but she preferred
to clip it with a pink colored butterfly clip.
A small black mole near the left eye incremented her beauty in leaps and
bounds.

These guys forgot the relentless heat which was having no mercy.

“Now I feel that we will be able to survive in this heat.”, Saket uttered.
A sarcastic remark still acceptable.

“10 more such kind of girls and I wont care about the heat.”

“Dont worry man. There’s gonna be many.”, Bhaskar assumed the place to be
something like Delhi.

Contd…

Half of the guys move towards the gates of the college.
They included Saurabh, Saket and Aman.
Meanwhile, Vivek, Anand and Rohit stayed near the temple.

The people were totally drenched in sweat by now.
It was 11 by the cheap, crude watch Anand was wearing.
But still the time seemed correct.

Vivek’s parents were near the temple as well.
Lots of luggage was by their side. They also seemed
exhausted by the torture of the sun god.
As soon as these people reach this place, Anand and
Rohit bow down and touch Vivek’s parents’ feet.
This is the way of showing respect to elders in India.
This gesture was quite moving and impressing.

Vivek’s parents’ inquired Anand and Rohit about their
whereabouts, their native place and similar stuff
which was responded promptly.

Anand and Rohit had moved into the hostel last night itself.
There were three boys hostel and one girls hostel in the college.
The nomenclature of the hostels considering the names of mythology
Gods of India. Boys hostels was named as Shiva vihar, Krishna Vihar
and Rama Vihar while the lonely girls’ hostel was called
as Rukmani Vihar.
Anand and Rohit belonged to Shiva Vihar while Vivek was
allotted Krishna Vihar.

Now they assisted Vivek in moving his luggage to the hostel.

“It’s too heavy man. What are you carrying?”
“There are lots of books inside that one and
lots of good memories of the preparation I did.”, Vivek replied.
Everybody was heading towards Krishna Vihar.

Meanwhile on the other side, three guys were moving towards the gate.
They come across a guy named Bhaskar.
This guy was tall and handsome, though ironically.
Long uncut hairs, thick spects and sleek built.

“I am Bhaskar and I have come from Delhi“, he starts off.
These people give their introduction.

Saket kicks off,”B******** yahan bahut mara rahi hai.”
(Slang .. we are getting fucked up here)
“So much heat, I want come relaxation”
“I will like to have a SUTTA. Anybody is willing.”
“Why not”, comes the reply.

SUTTA is the slang for cigarette.

“Then lets go out.”

Everybody starts moving.

Contd…

As soon as these people came across the temple gates,
they joined their hands with the fingers pointing towards
the sky and their hands were close to their chest.
This is the conventional way of showing respect
and worshipping in India. This is also referred as “Pranaam”
in India.

Guys chanted something or the other in their language.
One could easily make out that these people were murmuring
Sanskrit.

It was a very nice gesture on their part
as even in this fast paced world, they did not forget
their tradition and culture. One of them moved inside
the temple after opening his slippers outside.

“Saket, we got to move man. It will take a full day
to have a look at the college.”

“But I must complete my Pooja, first.”

“It’s ok. We are waiting!!”

The priest took some chandan from the plate he had and
applied a Tilak onto Saket’s forehead.

The guys then started to move.

They found a lot of people stranded with luggage in
the not so green gardens of the college.
Some people were perspiring in the unforgiving and relentless
heat.

The heat was picking up with exponential speed.

Anand broke the silence, “So where should we move now.”

“I have to take my luggage to the hostel I have been allotted to”, Vivek
said tiringly.
He already seemed exasperated.

“We also have to do the same”, the others uttered in synchronous voice.

“I have to fetch my mom and dad too.”, Vivek added.

Contd..

Every formality was done with and so the caravan started to take a survey of the college.

“The entrance examination was a good one, still got fucked up man.”, Anand started.

“That is not a big deal. Most of the guys who have come here have the same case.”, Saurabh
stated.

“What to do? You have to bear the brunt of what you have done.”

“I performed well. I expected more. I had good rank in JEE too.
But couldn’t just crack the last bit.”

“Yehi hota hai saala. Mere saath bhi aisa hi hua hai.”,Aman said disappointingly.
(This is what happens. It happened with me also)

“Me too”,Vivek added.

The same was the case with others also.

“Leave all this stuff. Let’s explore the college.”, Saket digressed from the topic.”So
Vivek you belong to which city in UP.”

“Kanpur”

“Good place. Have been there once. Leather all around.”, Saket said.

“And you, Aman.”

“Basically, I am a Punjabi. But I lived in Ranchi, Jharkhand.”

“That’s also a good place. Dhoni Ranchi ki shaan.”

Moving on these guys come across a temple in the college.
A temple in college is very common in India.
It’s in the blood of Indian people to be religious.
They are trained to be religious and superstitious
since their childhood. Hence one can find a lot of temples
everywhere in India. These temples are a great exhibition
of architecture of ancient times.

The temple was of God Ganesha.
The stone carved Ganesha was inside the Garbha Griha of the temple.
It was black in a colour and oozing ethereal power.
The platform outside was a raised one and was acquired by
lots of people who were relaxing themselves.
The priest of the temple was dressed in conventional Sadhu
attire.

Contd..

The commanding voice though not commanding enough
further silenced the environment.

Giving respect is always an obligation.

“What’s the matter? Why so much of fuss is around?”

Initially everybody was silent. No one dared giving a response.

So the registrar moved to the counter person who explained the
scenario to him.

Now the registar started a talk with Anand and Vivek.

“Sir, I forgot one of the photocopies at home. I am not in a situation
that I can go back and fetch it. I am telling him that I will submit
the same as soon as possible.”, Anand said.

“This is not the way. You are coming to take admission in a reputed
institution like Ramapuram Institute of Technology (fake name) and
you should be aware of all the formalities.”, Registrar answered.

“Ya, I knew them but somehow I forgot”.
“Give him a chance Sir.” Vivek supported.

Meanwhile 2-3 more persons came up with the same problem.

Finally Registrar agreed to the cause
saying “You guys can submit the remaining documents by 25th of this
month.”

So the commotion finally died down.

Anand also completed the admission formalities atlast.

Two more introductions happened.
Saurabh and Saket were behind Anand.

“Hi I am Sourabh and he is Saket.”
I am from Dhanbad and he is from Muzaffarpur.
“Good to meet you guys.”, Anand replied.

Two more guys turn up in the mean while.
“Hi I am Rohit”
“and I am Aman”

Just then Saket says,”B********, yahan to ladki ka akaal hai”
(Here there’s a drought of girls)

“Ya guys”
“HUH!!!”

Contd…

I got comments and mails to describe the counter person.

The counter person seemed to an adamant and religious person.
He had a long red TILAK on his face. Tilak is something
which people in India put on their forehead in the temple.
It is a sign of being religious.

Mark it.. it is just a sign. It does not mean that the person
is really religious at heart.

The person was fair in complexion. He had an average built
and his dress was formal. He did not seem to be a short tempered
person but he turned out to be so.

“You cannot get admitted without completing all the formalities.”
He was commanding.

“But I will surely submit the xerox as soon as possible.”
“Now I cannot go back 2000 kilometers to fetch the same at once.”

Vivek was going out of his mind, “Will you take it or not?”.

Commotion started to creep in at the place.

People started to clog the counter like anything.
Shouting slang words in every next sentence..

“Teri maa ki...” (Slang) etc..

Just then, registrar arrived at the chaotic place.
People instantly recognised him.
They were bound to show respect and so the place got silent
instantaneously.

The registrar was a serious person as expected.
A “naankhatai” (half bald), as they say in India.
Dressed formally and having thick spects.
But he was missing something.
May be the aura a registar should have.

“What’s happening here?”

Contd..

So the queue moves on slowly..
People are interacting with each other..

Some of them are Southies, talking in their native language.
Indian languages are so different from each other.
I wonder sometime how difficult it can be for a person
in India to learn all the Indian languages.

Anyways, a mixed environment was developing at the admission
counter.

This was a very first experience of such kind for the college
management. Till now only South Indians had been admitted to the
college. But now, the college was going to be flavored with North
Indian masala(spices).

There were very few girls in the queue.
That is quite obvious in India. Girls take more interest in
Medicine and Biology rather than a Mathematics oriented field
like Engineering.
One could easily make out that the girl to boy ratio was very less.

Finally Vivek reached the counter.
Submitted his fees and completed the formalities.
After him, came the turn of Anand.
It so happened that Anand forgot one of the xerox
of his certificates at home.
Now started the mess.
He kept on requesting that he would submit the same
as soon as possible.
But the person at the counter was very reluctant.
“Sorry!! You have to complete all the formalities.”

Now some short tempered people from behind started getting
frustated.
“What is this? Don’t these people have any sense?
When he is admitting that he will submit the xerox soon
then why is he not agreeing?”
Somebody said, “Yeh saala b********(slang).. maan nahin sakte kya”

(Can’t these people get convinced easily)

Anand also started to get restless.
Vivek started fighting with the counter person.

Contd…

Before I start I would like to throw some light on India.
India is a country where the culture, the customs, the language,
the lifestyle, everything changes every 50 kilometres.
It is such a diverse and beautiful country that one involuntarily
gets fascinated about it.

I have travelled most parts of India and honestly I love India as
it is. You can find more about India on the following link as this
story is about college life not about India. Still I will keep
writing different stuff about India in this story.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India

Continuing with where I left, the story commences with the arrival
of a bunch of North Indian students into South India. There is a
big difference between North India and South India in many many
aspects which you will come to know as the story progresses.

These students land up in an engineering college in a small city
in South India. This was the result of an Integrated Engineering
examination which these people appeared for. Different people from
different parts of India landing up in a small conservative
city and a developing college.

North Indians are more fun loving, spendthrift and travellers while
South Indians are simple living, high thinking types.
So this became the big barrier for the people to gel together and
mingle together.

Anyways, 200 odd fun loving northies in orthodox South.
Too much expectations and high hopes of these teenagers
who were ready to take on the world. Everyone having a different
quality and aura of his own.

Starting off…
It’s 9 o’clock in the morning.
Budding engineers are at the gates of the college.
The college was located on a highway between two cities. I call these
cities Ramapuram and Krishnapuram.
Only barren lands surrounded that college.
Some patches of green fields… and a small jungle beside the village
nearby. Standing in the midst, you find buildings of the college.
Massive structures dictating terms in this desolate environment.

The students start moving in..
Some in kapris, dirty T-shirts and some in clean formals.
Some have their parents along with them who have come
to survey the college.

Moving inside, they reach the admission office..
Their is a big queue on the counter for depositing
the requisite fees..
Lots of murmurs and whispering is around..
Some are frustated with the summer heat..
Some are shouting at the counter person to hurry up
the process.
But still the queue moves slowly..

Now the first interaction starts among people in the queue
itself..
“Hi”
“Hi, I am Vivek.”
“I am Anand,Where do you belong?”
“I am from UP”
“Cool.. I am from Jharkhand, which branch?”
“Biotech..you?”
“Computer Science..”
Just then Vivek gets irritated with the slowly progressing queue..
“M********(a slang).. do it fast”
“Buddy.. This summer is intolerable.. I wonder how we will live here
for coming 4 years”

The heat is picking up gradually and slowly..

But The heat of South India had just begun…

Contd…

I am going to start a fiction which is related to an
absurd sort of college life.
NO FEST….
NO LOVE…..
NO EXCITEMENT……

ONLY STUDY!!
ONLY BAKCHODI (BOONDOGGLING)!!
ONLY EXAMS!!
REGIONALISM!!
PLAGIARISM!!
INAPPROPRIATE RESULTS!!
INAPPROPRIATE MANAGEMENT!!

STILL LOADS OF FUN…
The hostel life.. the playground..
the friends… the support…

Such an unique story..
Placed in India itself.. this story will take you
through the 4 years of undergraduate life of Engineering
in India… But here there are lots of stuff which is different..

I will be posting small stories starting from the
first day of the college life…
Each day will have some new characters pouring in..
and contributing their bit..

A unique journey begins…

NOTE : The title is “Rendezvous with scorching ice”
because the story has feelings of warmth and grief
as well.

Anand

I have been blogging since long time.

I came across wordpress only recently.

I will start something new on WORDPRESS also.

For the time being. Check out my other blogs.

The links are given on the sidebar.

The wordpress blog of mine will contain some mythology, some reality and some ideas.

Keep reading.. I will try to update my wordpress blogs also with time

My homepage:

http://anandborarnc.googlepages.com

Anand Bora aka Nandi