The Glory Days

Jump the gun !

2009-05-04T13:51:00.001+05:30

RD and i were going to college , and i had just injured myself in a bike accident few days ago , so RD was driving my bike now RD is an simple guy, a cheerful disposition under NORMAL circumstances..when get gets on the bike , he ....changes.... he starts believeing that he belongs to the "Hell's Angel's" biker gang or something , cussing with his distinct prefix of "Abe chal...." , like an unruly desi mobster..and he plainly refuses to wear his helmet, his way of showing that he lives life on the edge...so here we are , 2 guys , without helmets , on my bike , going to college ..since i was still recuperating from my injuries from the accident , i was well, quite scared sitting behind RD , coz he becomes a madman while driving !!

anyways , so there we were, at the last traffic signal ..one more turn and we reach college..and suddenly the genius RD has the bright idea to jump the red light !!! he starts gunning the engine , sensing what he's about to do , i tell him " bad idea RD , bad idea ." , and before i could complete my sentence, we roar ahead of others , but alas, RD was running so high on adrenaline, testosterone and what not , he failed to see that there was still a substantial amount of traffic at the cross roads..so there we were, way ahead of the red light, but stick , bang in the middle of the cross road ..i was shouting " damn you *&^&*(*()&^%$^&, *&%&*(^$^&&*" , and RD was just nodding his head in a derogatory manner and saying " Abe chal &^$%&**%&*(^%^ ", when i saw a policeman approaching us ..i quickly changed my tone and said " RD , it time to make a move, lets go , cuss later " , but no , RD is IN THE ZONE !!! such fluency in abuses , ive never heard from his mouth , it was like the grandfather clock clanging 12 times at night , when you are most sleepy, continuous, unpleasant and theres no option but to wait for it to get over...in between i again made an attempt to tell him , this time shouting "Chup kar aur bhagaa" but again , to no avail ..finally i said the one word that always and without fail grabs his attention , " abe ma********, police", and then he stops cussing and starts looking around and shouting " where , where "..now his head is constantly moving from left , to right , with the incessant" where , where" , and i told him " ass, right in front of you " ...since his head is moving this way and that , "right in front of you " according to him meant the direction his head was CURRENTLY looking in, which is not the direction i meant !! the policeman was approaching us , quite clearly and slowly coz he knew that we were sitting ducks.. he strolled to us , while RD was still looking everywhere but "in front of him"..i smacked him on the head and held his head with my hands and made him face ahead, and then he saw him ..the people standing at the red light were laughing at us uncontrollably..and what happened next was inevitable, we both got down from the bike and rd set his hair , looked this way and that , spit out the chewing gum, folded up his sleeves , cleared his throat and said , in the softest , most gentle , and pitiable voice ( not to mention , the first few words sounded like the voice of the actress Nirupa Roy ) you would have ever heard in your life " uncle, galti ho gai , please please, hum bacchho ko jaaane do, aaaj exam hai , aur kuch padhai bhi nahi kari, aur baba ne bohot karz lekar hame college bheja hai ....and so on .." ..

Adaptation continued ..

2008-12-22T15:42:00.001+05:30

Continuing from where I left off. The thief crossed the tracks and ran away and left me

standing on the platform ,short of breath and feeling totally stupid that I had gone through

this ordeal for nothing !! I started making my way back to my compartment, and the policemen

were still sipping tea and talking among themselves , apparently about something funny, coz

they were laughing out loud ..I looked at them with contempt but I knew my limits..at the

end of the day , they are on the right side of the law..so I restricted myself to giving

them only "the look of contempt" although "telling them they were number 1" with my finger

crossed my mind many times..:) ..when I reached the compartment, my co passengers were

waiting at the gate, and the old man asked " beta , pakda ??" ..I nodded my head in

dissent..and surprisingly , they all nodded their head in sheer

disappointment..disappointment with me that I did not catch him and that they had lost their

money!! they all retreated back to their seats , few of them murmuring that I should have

run faster and caught him ..one old man even said " main tumhari umar ka hota , toh jhat se

pakad leta"..I said " lekin aap NAHI ho, aapki umar bhaagne daudne ki nahi rahi".i was

already quite pissed and my curt reply kinda quietened him...

Anyways , the journey started, it was damn hot..the peak of summer, in a 2nd class

compartment, packed with people , is not at all pleasant!!I dozed while sitting..I was

sitting on the side seats, meant for two people..when I woke up I found 5 people sitting

there and 6 people on the berth above..the heat was getting to me, I did not feel like

eating , coz of the stench of sweat from all these people..and to TOP that, the toilet was

malfunctioning and everything that was meant to be inside the toilet was slowly leaking out

..I tried hard to fall asleep again ,but couldn't..moreover this man sitting next to me was

slowly conquering more space on MY seat..I asked him politely " aap kahan tak jaoge ??" ..he

said something and then his face came a few inches closer to my face, cocked his head and

asked in a gruff voice " TU kidhar jaa riya hai ??" ..needless to say, the conversation was

over..this guy was not going to budge from my seat, I resigned to that fate..as time passed

by, it got hotter..the water I had bought was over..I ate a few biscuits and immediately I

felt like puking ..while I was trying to control that, these people , one after the other

started taking off their shirts coz of the heat and sat bare-chested, proper villager

style..and villagers don't use deodorants..I was giving it my all not to puke all over the

place..there was already enough filth around !!! . I went to the washbasin and put water

over my head lotsa times, but to no avail..I still felt the same..I came back to my seat,

closed my eyes and thought I should just accept these things instead of fighting them ..and

15 minutes later, if u would have walked into the compartment , u couldn't have spotted the

city boy( me ) from the folks there, coz I was sitting without my shirt , wearing a wet

"gamcha (towel)" around my head , just like those people, and talking in their tone saying "

DIlli jaa riya hoon " ..The adaptation was complete..

Adaptation

2008-12-19T11:18:00.001+05:30

I've always been proud of the fact that I can adapt according to the situation, I can handle anything ! well, this ability was stretched to the limit on my journey home from Kolkata..it was the month of June, it was seething hot and I could manage only a 2nd class ticket on a 3rd class train ..being a typical south Indian, I reached the station one hour early..If you want to feel good about yourself, if u want to forget all your miseries, then come to Howrah station, there is so much poverty so much hopelessness, u'll automatically feel good about your life..I think most people who join NGO's in Kolkata , do that after witnessing the scene at this railway station!! in my case , neither am I THAT sensitive to human suffering , nor is my life so full of problems..so I just sat and observed..the train came , right on time !! I found my seat , pushing the hordes of people aside..going to the gym has its advantages :)..people travelling with me were :- 1.a vegetable seller with a huge sack , presumably full of vegetables. 2.an old man and his daughter who was a nursing mother , with a wailing child ..3.an old couple, and one look at the man and I could tell that I was not going to get any sleep at night , he looked like a typical "snorer"..big beard , moustache, beer belly..I can't sleep even if there's the slightest sound of a snore..yeah, and I'm writing about my adaptation skills..anyways .time passes by ,its been an hour more than the scheduled departure time, and the train is still sitting at the station..Suddenly a man comes, wearing the sort of uniform the train attendants wear, and says " there's some problem in the pantry..there won't be any lunch..if you want lunch , pay me right now and i'll give you a lunch packet" ..there were a few murmurings but people gave him money..for some reason ,i felt i shud eat the chips and sandwiches i had bought for lunch ..as soon as he took the money, he turned and started running..WITH THE MONEY!..now since my co passengers weren't in any condition to give him a chase ( old men and women , nursing mother, and an uninterested vegetable seller ) , they all imploringly looked at me to give him a chase, "betaaa, pakdo , chor"..fuck!! ...i started the chase, he was out of the compartment, i was still in the middle , jostling and pushing people aside and yelling "chor"..finally got out of the compartment, i could see him running in the distance, i ran after him like a lion running after deer, yelling "pakdo , chor"..i was gaining on him ..he looked back and then ran faster..there were a couple of policemen, drinking tea and while running i looked at them , pointed at the thief and yelled " chor " and they just shrugged their shoulders..with a resounding " bh*****d ", i ran faster, but then came the sucker punch ..he jumped on to the tracks and crossed over and there was a train slowly chugging into the station .. my logical brain kicked into action.."wat the hell man, it's not even MY money he is stealing .."..the chase ended..but the story hasn't..watch this space..

Biking Ain't Easy

2008-12-03T12:43:00.003+05:30

I had a pulsar , and RD had an Avenger.Both of us obviously knew how to ride bikes , but poor yaz always felt a little left out..Always up for motivational speeches, i made YAZ realize the importance of knowing how to ride a bike or drive a car at least ..Sometimes u do something and immediately realize u are going to regret this later, well i just felt exactly that when i told yaz to learn biking ..immediately yaz asked ME to tutor him ..i had no choice , the avenger was new and "Lado"( my bike) , was old and had already endured many wars, so one more assault by yaz could do her no harm ..i taught yaz the basics and he

picked up quite well ..one fine Sunday, we were out having lunch , when i had the brilliant idea that yaz should ride my bike home , all by himself ..Gutsy YAz agreed ..i sat behind RD and both the bikes sped off..i could hear my bike creaking and groaning under Yaz's not so expert driving and hulking physique, but i knew "Lado" could handle it .RD and i were riding in the front , on the avenger , while YAZ was following us ....it was afternoon , there was almost no traffic , no people , totally desolate , when out of the blue , we saw an amazingly beautiful girl , standing on the side of the road ,waiting to cross , her lustrous locks covering part of her face, and looking in our direction ..RD impulsively let out his patented "WOWWWW" , while i just looked on, mesmerized ..Just as our bike sped past us , she started crossing the road ..RD and I had a "faint dreamy smile" on our faces, when suddenly it struck me "Can Yaz handle this, Experienced drivers like us got so distracted , a baby

like YAZ ??".Quickly i looked back, and noticed YAz looking at the girl , his face slowly turning towards his right, his gaze following the girl,not looking at the road at all..it was like , the bike had a life of its own, yaz was just sitting on it , enjoying the view all around the bike moving all by itself..and then "CRASHHH" ..it all happened in a fraction of a second..RD stopped the bike and we both rushed to where Yaz was lying, "lado" was on the side of the road, one more scar added to her already mangled body, and yaz lying on a heap of sand, motionless..he still had his helmet on ..RD and i knew that it would take more

than just this to injure yaz seriously , but yaz was lying motionless. we ran towards him and slowly took off his helmet and YAz had the same "faint dreamy smile" ..

Memories of Amity Hostel

2008-11-30T14:12:00.008+05:30

Here, I show you all, the few memories I have stored with me of my nostalgic hostel life in Amity Hostel. I know that my 3 years of Hostel life cant be summed up in these pics but thats all I got since I lost my K750i :(

Sleeping Beauty

2008-10-27T14:17:00.001+05:30

I know this incident is going to be very disappointing to all you guys out there, especially
after reading the oh SO misleading title, but anyways...
The whole gang was sitting in the canteen , it was hot outside..we were'nt as enthusiastic about basketballas we were when we had come to AMITY , in first year..by 4th year, we had mellowed down quite a bit :)..we were doing the usual (chatting) when we saw a tired figure approaching us ..the canteen was dark and since this figure was coming towards us , with the bright afternoon light in the background, our eyes couldnt adjust and we could only see his silhouette..we were still wondering who this mystery figure was, approaching us when RD ruined the climax " yeh apna sheetad hai " ..i was amazed, how could he tell ?? and the reply came in the same gurjar like style " Abe, haath dekh uske, kaise uncontrollably hil rahe hain uske side pe" ..yes..sheetad had a unique trait..he walked in a weird manner..his hands would'nt move in sync wid his feet.when sheetad would be running, his feet would be moving fast, however his hands would be moving in slow motion and the "vice versa" would happen when he'd be walking..and another unique trait about his walk was that his hands would not move straigt back and forth , they would move in a sort of an oblique way,moving outward when in front of the body , and progressing inward while going back ..get it ??it would be like he is doing the famous " D generation X " "suck it" sign , only his hands won't converge on his crotch ...sorry for the example, could'nt think of anything else..
sheetad came and sat with us , all tired..it was 12 30 in the afternoon ..while we were talking and making plans of what to do and where to go, sheetad kept saying how sleepy he is feeling ..he said it once, RD said Ok and continued talking..after a while he said it again " bohot neend aa rhe hai yaaar" ..i was like , ok , so jaa.("ok , go to sleep") ..acting all
pricey he replied " nahi yaar, forget it " ..ten minutes later, again the same complaint" neend aa rhe hai yaar"..this time he was ignored..he looked this way and that , out his head down and in 2 minutes, was sound asleep, the canteen reverberating with this snores..
now i know i can be evil at times, but im not the only one to blame..these guys have every right to turn my ideas down but NO!! they have more fun that i do ..i jokingly suggested, "lets go, lets leave him sleeping here"..RD enthusiastically got up to his feet , took everyones bag in his huge hands like Lord hanuman had lifted the mountain in ramayana, and trying desperately to control his laughter moved away..yaz , the dude, put on his bandana, his goggles, ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, looked at me and said " lets make a move man"..others had already left..i got up quietly and made a getaway..

we were all waiting , monitoring the entrance of the canteen waiting for sheetad to emerge any moment..15 minutes later, we saw the uncontrollable arms, faliling around wildly..he was angry..he furiously came out, his eyes searching for the pranksters..he saw all of us smiling in the distance..he took a deep breath and nodded his head as if he was very disappointed in us , and started walking towards his bike to go home..we all ran after him , tried to console him and tell him it was just a joke and that we were very sorry we did that..but he kept walking, pushing all of us ..he's built like a bull..just then RD came running and hugged him from behind, like JACK hugs ROSE in titanic..immediately his anger vanished and he told us "when i woke up , a bunch of girls were sitting all around me , and wished me "good afternoon" and laughed at me" .
i suggested "that was awesome, u should've spoken with them..become friends with them , it was a golden chance" .
.sheetad said " i was too shy, and i was really caught unawares"
...and then yaz said " RD , sheetad is fine now , u can stop hugging him"..

"FEELING BIG = CHOWDAPA" :)

2008-10-21T04:19:00.005+05:30

It was just another ordinary day at college.. nothing special happened and it was time to go back home.. and we guys were just wondering.. how is that possible..? It never happens to this gang.. wenever the whole gang C-124 is together, there has never been such a day when we didn’t screwed anybody’s life or just had fun at college pulling each other’s leg.. believe me, you will never want to miss such a show.. but unlikely, it had been a very boring day at college or to be specific you can call it “A DRY DAY” lolz :)
As soon as we got free from the college, I decided that we will go straight home and come up with some new plans / strategies to make the coming day interesting.. as you all know about the college life.. the lectures were simply boring and especially if its concerned with some electronics engineering subjects.. :)
It was 4 pm but I don’t know why guns just refused my proposal and said he would see us at 7 pm straight at home just before we leave for gym.. I have always been wondering what has always kept him so busy even after finishing the college timings.. :) bcoz I just can’t imagine him going to Library and studying.. “Don’t take me wrong; I’m saying this bcoz guns had been the most favourite student of the Librarian” u guys must hv read his blog.. lolz :)
Anyways, Yazz was also getting bored of college so we decided to go back home.. As I told you guys, I was not in a good mood that day and Yazz was aware of the nightmare he is going to face riding on my Avenger.. but now he has been getting used to the worst biking experiences so it was going to be just an other one for him..
I “Took Off” and Yazz was like.. ok.. this time I’m going to act differently than the usual times.. he had already geared up his iPod and was just enjoying it to the fullest with his eyes closed as if he has entered into some kind of fantasy gates that I can’t describe much about.. lolz :)
We were waiting at the signal to turn green very near to our destination.. then suddenly I heard a honk.. On the first instance I completely ignored it as I thot that it was not meant for me.. then again there were a series of them from the same car just standing right behind me.. I really got pissed off this time and turned back at an angle.. and i saw one skinny driver pointing at me saying “AAGE LE”.. I just nodded my head once in anger and again started ignoring him; the driver got the point i wanted to make him clear and even he got what I actually meant with just a nod.. :)lolz
I have always felt ‘BIG’ on my Avenger.. its a feeling that I just can’t elaborate on.. you got to experience it to come to a conclusion.. so even after the light has turned green, this time I started my bike slowly just to tease that driver and I also wanted to teach him a lesson so I was trying to keep my bike to the left so as to allow him pass by me.. In the meantime, Yazz was completely ignorant about anything and everything.. :) then as I was allowing that car to overtake us, it came speeding towards us and just believe me... that car “TATA SUMO” was full with I felt like gangsters as they took off some hockey sticks and chains and they were trying their best to grab Yazz.. I noticed it when one of them started yelling at me in his “Gurjar Accent” and was getting down of the car just to grab me somehow.. I somehow managed to keep the bike moving and kept it balanced still waiting for the right time to escape as i was all surrounded by traffic.. Yazz, still in a very relaxed mood, noticing all this a little bit late, got worried and asked me in a very innocent voice “RD; do they need any help from you? Or have they gone mad?” I told him to tightly hold the bike and just stay quiet for sometime.. as i was still wondering wat to do.. "jus can’t enter into a fight with these stupid guys".. My hands were just lucky enough to survive a big blow from the hockey stick and as soon as i found my way clear, I took off again ..
Now we were speeding on the bike with “a bunch of Hooligans” just behind us chasing hard to somehow hit.. just one feet away from grabbing Yazz and then we had a speed breaker.. I jus flew over it @80kph and I want to thank Noida Govt. that day for the first time to have a speed breaker at the right spot bcoz that speeding car actually lost balance and they had to slow down.. but its still not over.. it was a long straight stretch of the road to our place and that car could have beaten us in no time.. now i knew it that if I would have to try something new or we are gone.. n it was damn serious guys.. again they were chasing us like mad ppl and nearing us quickly.. there was a sharp which is usually busy, but as we were going back home early I found it not very busy.. but could still see a bus from the opposite side rushing... and I was thinking "i gotta take this right turn somehow before this bus passes through.. If i can make this I can just disappear in no time.." I could actually analyze it and it worked out perfectly well for us but not for those Hooligans.. I just didn’t stopped until we reached home and parked my bike at the most unusual place.. when i got off the bike.. i could actually feel ‘BIG’.. again.. yeah it was a big feeling of ‘horror ‘, ‘terror’ and I could actually feel my legs shivering.. :)
Finally, I answered to the Yazz’s question; our day just cannot pass by as just another ordinary day.. Our life needs more of adventures but a little less adventure than just wat happened dude.. :) lolz

Moral of the Story: “Just a simple nod at these Indian roads can cause a loss of life, so just don’t bother to simply nod..” try to escape as well lolz :)

from here the word come 'CHOWDAPA'===="FEELING BIG"

*Note: the true meaning of the 'NOD' was not approved for publishing by the Censor Board of CHOWDAPA.. :)

"Free Food doesn’t come easy" lolz :)

2008-10-16T22:09:00.002+05:30

It's been a very very long time since I have contributed to our blog.. and i think i have already been cursed a lot by my gang for this... neways.. sorry bros.. Here I’m back in continuation to the best times we had together with a little bit of fresh spice..
So here it is..
The C-124 gang had a speciality... that very less ppl would dare to have... we can go anywhere in the world to have good food for free.. be it any day or time.. we jus don’t give a damn.. all we care about is good food and that too for free..:) lolz
Now it will be hard to believe but yes.. it is true.. me, guns and Yazz “ the Champ” used to go to a Gym in sector 50 noida.. “Zayed” was the coach at that time.. n we really had a good time over there.. because we just loved the way he used to speak.. “Gurjar’s Ishtyle”.. it was a nice gym in a very posh locality, so we believed that we would be having a good company.. but nah.. adding to our “Bad Luck”.. this gym had a lot of Gurjar members.. n the way they used to talk just simply inspired us many times.. :) u can actually feel the boldness in their talks and the accent was just brilliant.. sometimes we used to wonder.. wat the hell was that?? :) therz one more thing about this minority community.. that they jus believe that eva1 around are jus like brothers.. their “gurjar brothers”.. :)hehe .. but then we guys decided that we would be coming early in the evening to gym so as to avoid them and to have a better environment..
So once as the C-124 gang went for their daily workout to the gym but were a bit late than the usual time.. and by that time the gym was full with Gurjars and then we just realized that now we gotta manage with them... Suddenly one gurjar came to us and invited us for a party that night.. it was in some nearby village.. n we were like.. wat? We just don’t know him.. how can we jus go for food... but haha :) food.. n dat too Party.. so loadz of food.. n we started dreaming... I stood up and said “it wud be good guys.. lets go..” then Yazz said.. “ wat ? u must be kidding....”
Then i saw guns.. n i could figure out.. dat yeah smthngz going in his mind.. he said “ k dude! I vil be coming wid u.. but lets ask Zayed if it will be good..”
And i was like.. yeah... thats the way bro... :) we asked Zayed and he said we guys can go with him... he was on his bullet.. n me and guns.. on “Laado- Gun’s Pulsar ”.. and yazz is like “ u guys have gone crazy and i’m not wid u guys for this stupidity”.. n instantly i replied “ yeah you go home and have our usual dinner.. it has been like we hv been eating in a prison.. same food everyday.. its jus the same.. :)” me and guns went home.. and were getting ready for the party.. still dreaming about the food :) I told guns.. “yar! I will jus concentrate on all the non-veg items.. and he was like.. don’t worry dude! I wont hv a single chapatti.. only and only meat..” “ Yippie.. we are going for a party..” :) we still offered Yazz to come wid us.. but he simply refused.. Then i got a call from Zayed, that he is waiting for us on the main road.. me and guns simply rushed and yazz was looking at us as if we have betrayed him.. :)
Now the hunt was on... it was a dark night and we were following Zayed.. suddenly he took a sharp turn into a place where i just couldn’t see anything.. actually there was nothing to see.. it was all dark and there was no buildings at all.. nothing.. n den v realized at some point.. dat v r in the middle of farms and our bike got stuck in the wet sand.. and we jus can’t get out of it.. n den v realized that v hv lost Zayed as well and his mobile is unreachable.. we somehow managed to get our bike out of that shit.. but den we were just wondering.. that yazz must be hvng fun at home.. relaxing after the workout.. n we are stuck in the middle of no mans land.. den guns suggested that we shud go back as its not safe and that too in the middle of a “Gurjars village”.. but nah.. i wont lose hope and that too for a good food..
i forced him and took him a little further where i could see some lights.. as I thot that it would be the party venue and we hv jus reached.. well that place was worse than we expected.. but i still hoped for smthng good.. it was nearly impossible for us to take our bike to the venue so I asked guns to just wait where he was and I went in order to inspect that if we are at the right place.. i climbed up a wall from where I could see wat was happening..i was shocked to see majority of the ppl wid big rifles and they were jus yelling like MAD ppl at each other..
It was as if they are going to kill each other.. I jus rushed back to guns and take off his bike in ma own unique style.. yeah literally “TAKE OFF” .. guns started yelling.. wats wrong dude! I was silent and still in shock and told him that I wont stop before we reach home so jus hold on to the bike as tightly as u can.. we jus went bak and saw yazz having the same old food.. he asked us y we came bak so early.. n we told him that you are like a brother to us.. n how can we enjoy good food widout you.. so we jus came bak frm the half way.. yazz looked at us suspiciously; and at the same time me and guns went to the kitchen and said to each other.. this food is good for health dude! Its full of proteins and many ppl in India hardly get any meals.. so jus sit and njoy this food :) this is the way to live life full of adventure and then coming back to the basics again. :(

Ramadhan Treat @ KFC, Chennai.

2008-10-15T17:14:00.019+05:30

Firstly, I am sorry guys that I didn't post for a long time as I have been caught up by viral fever[Dengue's closest cousin] and couldnt move outta my bed for weeks!

This post of mine is quite different from others cuz this one has got nothing to do with C-124 or my Btech.. I am posting about an incident that happened to me very recently.. I am doing M.E in Communication Systems @ Anna University in Chennai n so I am basically stuck in Chennai for like 2 years! Chennai according to me is a very dirty place with heat n humidity that makes you stick in sweat! If it rains here for like 5 mins then the next thing u see is that the whole place is flooding with water n then diseases start to spread! Well all this is bearable for a C-124 member but there's one thing that one among us cant tolerate i.e Bad Food! You get nothing other than Idli n Dosa ere.. At first when I came to College I found the food good with century old prices[Chapathi-Rs.8, IDli- Rs.4, Dosa- Rs.6-Rs.8 etc.] but now I am bored of the same old veg menu that we have. After coming to Chennai I havent had non-veg for months and to make matters worse I couldnt go home for Ramadhan to have delicious home cooked non-veg food. So, I decided to go to KFC for this year's Ramadhan Treat.

Me n Rakesh Chettan @ KFC minutes before Ramadhan Treat!

One of my room mates, Nomi Chettan [Chettan stands for big bro in malayalam] was getting ready to go home for holidays while me n Rakesh chettan[my other room mate] were lazying around. That's when Nomi chettan suggested us to accompany him to Chennai Central Railway station and he then suggested that we could visit Spencer plaza or other any other place n have dinner n come back.. Well It seemed good to me as I just felt like filling my tummy with some good old Chicken. n guess wat? my favorite KFC is there @ Spencer Plaza! Well I have always been a fan of KFC n have had the delicious Chicken in Kuwait, Delhi, Noida, Bangalore and It seemed a very safe bet. Rakesh Chettan had never had KFC before but he was thriving for some non-veg too so I assured him that it will be good. After dropping Nomi Chettan we rushed to Spencer Plaza as we were damn hungry. KFC @ Spencer Plaza didnt look as nice as the other KFCs I have been.. It looked as if a storm had just hit the place leaving all sand and dust! After all it is Chennai so we were pretty used to seeing such places and we were very hungry, so we didn't care a heck. Then we noticed something else that was weird. The seating arrangement was pretty messed up too. It was as if they first planned to have that open hall with many restaurant stalls arrangement and then as if each restaurant became too selfish to bring partitions to separate their tables and chairs! Well anyways, we were too hungry and we ordered an 8 pcs Bucket[Rakesh Chettan wanted 10 pcs bucket but I somehow convinced him that 8 pcs would be more than enough]. They took 25 mins to prepare the chicken which was quite unlike the usual KFC[5 to 10 mins]. Finally, the bucket arrived and I rushed to collect it while I noticed a big sign board in KFC which said that "We serve only HALAL Chicken". That was quite an important sign board for any Muslim esp when it is Ramadhan! Anyways, the chicken was hot and since it was hot we couldn't get the taste but what the heck, I took a big leg piece and gave it a big bite...... Suddenly, blood started oozing out of the piece!!!! I was speechless, I didn't know what to do as its the first time I am seeing blood coming out of a cooked chicken leg![In Halal Chicken they cut the chicken by the throat and then they leave it for all the blood to escape and then they clean the chicken, so no chance of any blood]. We were real hungry to throw the chicken and leave so I decided to get the piece replaced thinking that it might have been some mistake with that particular piece.. Then we started eating the rest of the chicken as if nothing ever happened. Then we started noticing the taste of the chicken as the chicken was not too hot anymore. Every piece literally tasted blood! But it was too late as we already had 3 pieces each and we were having our last piece! I called the Manager and told him what happened but he was just a dummy who knows how to say "sorry, wont happen next time".. I told him that I will not be coming next time and we left and had more pepsi and mirinda to forget the taste. The next day we found ourselves sick and we had viral fever for more than a week! We have decided not to go to any KFC ever again and I have posted this cuz I just don't want this to happen to anyone else ever again. So Please don't ever go to KFC @ Spencer Plaza unless you are a vampire! tc

P.S: We gave feedback on KFC website and the vice president of KFC in Chennai had called me offering me a free meal with her anytime at KFC to change my view about KFC. At first I rejected but since she had no plans in leaving me by rejecting her offer, I told her I will think about it. She told me that the manager will call me in two days but after that I left home for a week and had changed my SIM when in Kerala. That could be the reason for Manager not calling me but then he could have left me an email! Anyways maybe it was just another formality for the Vice President. Lets wait n find out:)..

What do you think guys? Should I Sue them?

The Big Fight

2008-10-14T09:55:00.000+05:30

i'd like to start by saying that the c-124 gang is a hungry bunch of boys..we run after good food lustily, eating the food cooked by the maid SUSMA (" janu" for RD ) had almost killed our taste buds..just the few that were left , wanted to enjoy anything tasty..so, it was no surprise when MALIK one day , early in the morning , was showing us a bright red, shiny apple, standing 5 steps away from us , looking at it and admiring it , and then giving a casual glance at us as if saying " mere paas home cooked food hai lunch box mein , haath mein bright red shiny apple , tumhare paas kya hai ?" ..we felt like shashi kapoor in deewar and saying " mere paas maaa hai " did not cross our minds..just as were were looking at the apple, and dheeraj was about to bite it, in the background , things had taken a turn for the worse..RASTOGI had lost his temper and was running towards us, his fist clenched.then we noticed SHEETAD emerging from behind us and erupting towards RASTOGI, his arms swinging by his sides in a weird way, but uttering abuses ( like always )..dheeraj malik was in the centre..he looked left, his mouth closed over part of the apple, and saw RASTOGI approaching..then he looked right and saw the freight train , SHEETAD, chugging towards him ..
the three of us were still sitting , it was all happening so fast..and then as if in slow motion , RASTOGI threw a blind punch , SHEETAD swung his arms wildly , uttering war cries..and both their strikes landed exactly where they had not planned - on MALIK's face..he let out a cry in agony , the whole class was looking at this , but the three of us were looking in a completely different direction ..we were looking at the apple flying up in the air, shiny, and red and looking so tasty, slowly twirling and .. and then i couldnt control my emotions and screamed " NOOOO " , the apple went splat , on the wall ...RD kicked the chair in disappointment, yaz took off his bandana in peaceful protest, an apple lost to mindless violence... and ya , as for wat happened in the fight, well, that's another story ...

A Good Deal

2008-09-28T10:29:00.004+05:30

I came back from college one day , around 3pm ..yeah , in final year , we came and went to college as we pleased.. and I found the house locked !! where were RD and Yaz?? have they gone for a movie without me ?? are they partying without me??
These were the questions that were racing in my mind.i called up RD and and i was told in RD's loud baritone " guns .we are on the way home ..bass aur kuch mat pooch .get ready to be amazed .." and then i could hear yaz in the background shouting "yeahhhh" and then RD giving him company with a "oh yeahhh" of his own ..excited college boys , sigh ..

I waited patiently at home ,or in other words , i slept..i woke up to the sound of the doorbell getting fucked ..sumone was at the door , too excited that they were not taking the hands off the bell..obviously it was RD and yaz ..in came the two monsters, with lots of shopping bags and i mean lots ..obviously i asked them
" wassup guys ?? so much shopping ?? u never told me u were so stinkingly rich"..and they looked at each other and laughed and yaz said " pooor innocent guns, tch tch " shaking his head , and sitting comfortably on the chair in the drawing room ..

Then out came the merchandise..it seems they had gone to CP, and bought 4 shirts each, 3 t-shirts each,4 gym vests each, shorts and barring underwear , all sorts of clothing ..and RD was all excited and was asking me " bata guns , basssss bata , how much for all this ..JUSSSSST guess."..i said " 2000 bucks??" and sumwhere deep down , I knew no matter wat I would've said I was gonnna be ridiculed.."hahahaha" roared RD , with Yaz pointing a finger at me n laughing.."guns , bacchha hai be tu, kuch nahi pata tujhe.." more laughter and HI- fives among the two of them ..finally , after the din of the laughter subsided , RD said they had bought all that for 500 bucks.. I was shocked , surprised ..THAT is a good deal.. I also joined in the excitement, and was actually feeling left out that i missed out on such a good opportunity..

I urged them to try the new clothes on ..RD went to change first, took all the 4 shirts he had bought.. yaz was rummaging through his stuff when we heard RD shout " ohhh SHIITTTT" , we rushed to his room , and found RD wearing the new shirt..
It was supposed to be a full shirt , but wat he was wearing was neither full, nor half, the cuffs ended sumwhere in between.. I asked him if it was supposed to be a half shirt , and he just looked at me ..he tried the next shirt, and this was a little better, one arm was as long as a full shirt's , while the other ended in between, again !

He tried his t-shirt and it was as if it was tailored keeping two people in mind..
one side was tight as if it was made for a child , the other side was loose as if it was made for a really big man ..RD was muttering the usual " kyaa yaaaar , SHITT and other curses and abuses".

Every item bought had sum defect ..finally only the shorts were left ..he checked it thoroughly, nothing wrong ..thank god , we all sighed..he tried those on ..A PERFECT FITT...ohh yeahhh..
RD was holding his cellfone in his hands..he planned to keep it in his short's pocket and as soon as he did, it slid down and fell on his feet , with a clang and dismantled...RD was almost in tears, and the abuses flowed oh so smooothly ..I always looked at the positive side of things..RD was reassembling his fone, and i gently told him " look at the bright side..its more airy and if it itches over there, it's easier to reach " ...and i ran ..

To add insult to injury, watever yaz bought fit him nicely!!! RD tried his best to switch some stuff with yaz , but "apna banda chowda banda , yaz" was too quick and took all his stuff in one big heave and ran inside his room and shut it..
RD was left standing at the door , wearing "AIRY" shorts and a t-shirt that constricted one side of his chest so much that, well he din't look very manly ,is all I can say ..:)

Mouse Hunt!

2008-09-19T09:08:00.003+05:30

Once upon a time there was a rat. He was the king of all rats. He was thrice as big and twice as fast and could jump feets high. And he once chose to come to C-124 to have a hell of a time and to make our lifes a living hell! Lol, this was during the weekends when rd went home and it was just me and guns at C-124. If rd was there it wouldnt have been a problem as he has this tarzan instinct in him and he would have guffawed if he saw the rat then he would hold the rat in his own hands and the poor rat would have died getting choked inside rd's huge hands but this rat would have not, infact it was too big for even rd's hands! Now let me tell you about guns, he is huge and heavily built [you can see his pics below] but he is sacred to enter his room when he thinks there is a lizard hiding somewhere! He calls me all the time and I have to search for it and get it out of his room and when it is out then he runs inside his room and shuts the door! So I couldnt expect much of a help from him except a backup[as he was stuck to my back during the mission].

This champ found a way through inside our flat when we forgot to close our front door for a minute. We were just back from our gym and we were about to rest after our strenuous work out. Thats when we saw this huge rat, almost as big as a cat, running fast inside our house and it then went straight inside a hollow space behind our computer table where all the old tenant's stuff are dumped. It was the possibly best place to hide as we would not dare touch that area as there were piles of dust and if we try to clear the area then we would have to end up cleaning the whole house! So we left it there and decided to carry on i.e rest. But then we started hearing loud noises from that area and things started falling out from there. The rat was literally screwing the place! I knew that this rat aint gonna let us rest and most probably not let us sleep the whole night! Guns too started compelling me to get rid of this rat. So we took out 2 sticks and we started hitting the area and then ran back to avoid any counter attack. But as we were pretty inexperienced in doing this, we forgot the basic rule i.e we should close all our rooms before getting the rat out. We did open the door for the rat to go out but our room's door was wide open welcoming the monster to get in. The rat came out when I hit the place hard but it came right onto us which made us back off and coz of that we couldnt stop it making an entry into my room. This time I was furious and guns was laughing at my face as by chance his door was closed. Now I had to do something fast else he will run over my bed and eat up my clothes! This time I closed other rooms and the bathroom and I went inside my room and started beating hard everywhere, the rat had to come out and finding other rooms closed it was jumping high and banging on the doors hard as if it is gonna break the door open! Now we were a bit sacred as this was happening pretty close to us and in open and we could see the size of the rat clearly and we realised that it was not just another rat, it was the godzilla among the rats! It banged the doors for about 2 minutes esp the bathroom door and then went out. But hey! The kitchen door was open and it went straight inside the kitchen! Now the rat has found the right place and we could sense our night without dinner. The rat seeing all the food and crockery went at it like a bull in china town and we were a bit sacred to get in as the kitchen is quite small and there is a possibility for the rat to jump straight on us as we get in. Guns was pushing me from behind as I tried by best to surge up some courage to face this little.. sorry big devil! That is when he came onto the entrance on the top corner of the kitchen door for the final battle! He had his eyes looking straight on to mine. I ran inside and then hit the door and when he jumped out I ran right behind him. This time even guns was brave enough not to let him go into the wrong direction and we successfully led him outside the door and out of C-124 for ever! It was 1am by then and luckily maid had kept our food on the computer table. So we had food and slept after a long long day of battle and sweat.

The Intellectual

2008-09-09T17:47:00.000+05:30

One of the best and one of the worst organised trips of my life was the Simla trip, when i was in 2nd year in college .ravi, dheeraj, fawaz, anurag and i embarked on a journey to simla ..normally the development cycle ofa successful trip consists of 3 stages - 1.decide where to go ( sounds easy , but agreeing on 1 single place is far tougher ) 2.planning how to go (the transportation) 3.packing the necessities( self explanatory).and in our trip , all the 3 stages were completed in less than 24 hours!! it was total chaos and it was ttal fun ..anyway, anurag's dad is a big shot executive in a big firm, and he booked a 5star guest house..when we reached simla and the address given to us , we were expecting a modest 2 storey building, we believed in the "roti kapda makaan" wala theory , that was enough to keep us happy , but the guest house , DAMN! , it was a fortress..anurag's dad knew how that planning is not our forte , so he had already made a few plans for us ..there was a dam nearby , which his firm was building,and so he had booked a tour for us..when we got to know, and since we were in 2nd year, and relatively new to the engineering field, we were quite excited...while on the way to the dam , everyone was discussing about electircal science, how things work and everyonewas trying their best to show that they had learnt SOMETHING in school and the 1 year in college..but most of wat everyone was saying was just , crap ..just showing off, u know college kids ..so, finally we reach the dam , we are given a very informative tour and finally we are taken tothe main room where there are engineers and lots of gadgets and huge machines ..and one of them sincerely asked us if we had any doubts and questions?..now we HAD to had to show off !!! i started with a question about primary secondary mtor sumthing , a safe bet , a standard question ..next was ravi , whoasked sumthing about coils , a typical text books question ..fawaz and dheeraj also asked run of the mill questions..meanwhile , anurag was quiet, silently coming up with a question that wouldblow their mind , and would earn him respect for asking such a tough and intellectually charged question ..since the engineers knew who anurag was , more importantly who his dad was , they coaxed him ,"beta poocho poocho " and " aapke papa se zyada intelligent insaan maine aaj tak nahi dekha beta, u should be proud"..poor anurag was feeling the pressure ..the room was air conditioned , but he was sweating..his eyes were darting here and there, his mind was racing , trying desperately to come up with a question to blow everyone away ..suddenyl his eyes rested on an instrument , mounted on the wall, it had lots of numbers on it, and it was constantlychanging..it looked quite hi-fi to anurag ..and he asked, with attitude and a swagger,with one hand in his jeans pocket and with the other , pointing stylishly at the machine which was mystifying him,and asked " ive been wondering , what is the purpose of that machine ", deliberately deepening his voiceso he could have an effect...silence for 5 seconds..we all looked in the direction anurag was pointing and the answer came " its a clock , its 3:15 pm , and its PURPOSE is to tell us the time" ....

First Day at Amity

2008-08-05T19:55:00.000+05:30

Just out of skool, i looked like the typical studious type of kid , yeah another word would be NERD, short hair , wearing specs , always ready with a smile, and having the ability to single handedly steer an interesting conversation into a boring intellectual one ..if anyone would tell me " check that girl out " , my response would be, "yeah, she makes very detailed notes in calculus class "..so, i entered college, geared up to face mean seniors, and Lo , no seniors , nothing ..well, thats coz i reached at around 8 in the morning, college starts at 9 30 ..

anyways, the freshers were directed to a classroom on the second floor..around 50 freshers were present in the class..i was sitting on the first row, just introducing myself and having general small talk wid d folks around, when i noticed the guy sitting behind me, was ridiculing a boy like crazy !! anything the "ridiculee" would say , the "riiculer" would come up with such a funny retort, people around just could'nt stop laughing!! the "ridiculer" was none other than the member of the gang , ravi kumar..he was my first friend in amity ..we instantly got along really well..

we were still seated in class , when a group of seniors, all built and rowdy looking ,entered the class, and shouted, directing their attention to a group of 3 girls " hey u three, follow us" ..there was such menace in their voice, half the class peed in their pants , the rest wanted to use the loo .. then another bunch of seniors came , and took away a group of juniors for ragging ..your mom must have told u stories about how the villagers used to make an offering to the monster, so it would not attack the village , blah blah ..well , we felt like we were being offered to the monster..but then, ravi had an idea..we both went to one corner and the wise ravi said " look , the seniors are on the first floor..they are coming to the second floor and ragging us ..lets do this ..lets go to the first floor , lets go to the floor of the seniors , and walk through , and act confident..if we act like a lion among lions , the lions would'nt notice " ..thats the first and last time i took his advice..we went to the first floor, and strode around , confidently , looking everyone in the eye ..some looked away, thinking we were THEIR seniors..but then, the problem was, we were'nt lions damn it , we were lambs ..and for how long could we keep the facade up ..it was a gamble...either stay in class and get ragged for sure , or take a gamble and take ur chances at escape ..a guy came up to us and asked " which course .??" ..i did not say anything ..ravi said " MBA, 2nd year" .. buzzzz - wrongggg answer ..the guy said " come inside the class buddy .."
ravi retorted confidently " is that the way u talk to your senior??? dont u have any respect ?" ..the guy calmly looked back at us and said " there is no MBA course here ..come inside" he roared..shit ..we were supposed to be scared , but we actually couldnt stop smiling at our stupidity or bravado , watever u call it ..one senior asked me , why the hell were we strolling around on their floor and i honestly told him the reason ....they all started laughing..the gabbar singh kinda laugh ...i said gabbar singh , coz i was made out to be "jai" , and ravi was basanti and we had to dance in front of the class, more seniors kept streaming in, cheering the performance ..i din't have the courage to tell basanti " inn kutton ke saamne mat nachna" , but i can live with that ..then, the song was changed to "babuji zara dheeere chalo " , the yana gupta wala item number , ravi and i had to alternate between singing the song , dancing like yana gupta and being the "bhains"(buffallo) in the song , moving our heads and using our hands as make believe horns ...the crowd was laughing so hard by now , some had tears in their eyes ..all said n done, it was fun... i bet sumthing like this MUST have happened when u were in college ..i would like to read about that and have a laugh at ur expense , just like u r laughing at mine ..

Sarkar

2008-08-02T18:38:00.000+05:30

Films have a profound effect on children , but i got to know the extent to which it affects people when the following happened ..The whole gang had met up in karol bagh, sheetad had to buy something..after the shopping was done, RD and i decided to leave since i had some work at home ..while we were going towards the metro station, there was a procession going on d road, guess it was some religious event that day , devotional songs were being played at a blaring volume ..coming to my point , "sarkar" had just released ,and it was one of my favorite movies ..RD was also all praises for it, and at times we would try and mimic some of the actors in the movie ..anyways, we were walking and both of us were looking at the procession ..RD was walking in front of me , and all of a sudden RD barged into a man , who was eating chaat ..the chaat fell ..i stopped on my tracks , a few steps away, expecting a heated confrontation ...wat happened next had such an uncanny resemblance with SARKAR, it was deja vu !! RD did not utter a word of apology , he just raised his big hand , just like AMITABH does in the movie when he is addressing the crowd..and just stood like that, rite in front of the man, and the "govinda govinda " chant was going on in the procession, in the background, with RD standing like sarkar , his hand raised ..The man just looked at RD,perplexed and wide eyed , almost asking " wats with the hand???" ..i came out of my trance, and slapped RD on the head and we resumed walking .. i told RD , " sarkar is a movie , it is not real " , but RD still believes that he has the potential to be "sarkar" ..lol ..i guess when RD will raise his hand , people will stop and look up at him with respect , not coz he is sarkar , but just coz HE HAS HUGE HANDS..:)

The C-124 pics

2008-07-28T23:06:00.011+05:30

The C-124 gang pics!

Yaz

Guns

click to enlarge the pics :)

Our Boxing Videos

2008-07-25T23:38:00.000+05:30

These videos are of very bad quality as they were shot by my old vga camera phone(Samsung E250).. So, Please bear it. I uploaded them for you guys to get a rough idea :)

Thats me(Yaz)!

Guns Boxing in Rocky Style!

Rd's way of Boxing!

Our Boxing bag was filled with sand and hence really hard and rough! Even though we are not trained professionals, we were a bunch of crazy college students! So I recommend all of you not to try this at home. Please Don't Try This! ;)

Our gang

2008-07-25T07:59:00.004+05:30

From left to right-
Me[Yaz] (black tshirt), Shails(Yellow tshirt), Guns(with that distinct pose), Rd(blue shirt), Dheeraj(pink tshirt) and Ravi (sitting below guns). This is almost the whole gang as Rusti isn't there. We are sitting on the stairs of the A-Block entrance (Amity University) which was the only Academic block in the whole Campus when we joined. If you wanna know how Amity looks like now then turn on MTV during splits-villa :):)

The Librarian

2008-07-24T13:35:00.000+05:30

We were all sitting in the library , the whole gang..most were studying, since it was the time of placements, everyone was trying desperately to up their ante ..Engineering is always about last minute studying , at least thats what i figured , in amity ...i was reading the news paper and RD was tinkering with his fone, engaging in whispering conversations time to time ..The librarian was a strict man , of around 50 years of age ..Morning , evening , and i assume at nite , and even while sleeping( i assume ) , his expression remains the same , a frown and full of anger ..ive never seen him smile in the 4 years in college ,except when he talks with RAVI..i dont know the reason, but while talking to ravi he becomes a different person ,he smiles , pats him on d head and other signs of affection ..weirrrrrrdd...
anyways ,it so happened , that i got a call ..its not allowed to attend calls in the library ..about my cellfone , it was big black and bulky , the kind of fones neanderthals would have used , if technology would have permitted them to make one:) .and it had a shrill ringtone ..anyone hearing it ring would look at me with contempt, suggesting i eother pick up the damn call or cut it or throw d fone on d ground and stamp on it !

The librarian was reading a book , and as soon as d fone rang , he was jolted out of concentration ..he was glaring at me through his glasses..RD had seen this, and was hitting me with his elbow to keep the fone down ..i calmly spoke on d fone , in a very low voice for 2 minutes , without disturbing anyone ,and kept the fone down ..no problems ..then i heard the ruffle of papers and the librarian shouted at the top of his voice " get outta the libraryyy"!!
everyone stopped studying and waited patiently for me to get up and get going..i remained seated and asked innocently " WHY ??"

like in a tennis match , all the students looked at the librarian ..he was trembling with rage now ..the veins on his bald head were popping out .." its not allowed to talk on the fone in the library , can't you read , did'nt u see the rule written over there" ??

my turn.."im not speaking on the fone now ..ive already spoken..ive kept the fone down now"

he couldn't permit my audacity..he had to show me whos da boss!! he folded his sleeves and got up from his chair ...i folded up MY sleeves and got up from my seat ..and to add insult, i ran my fingers through my hair.HA..

he started shouting, his english all garbled and without grammar because of his anger..in short, the 15 minutes he spoke , wat he really wanted to say was " GETTT OUTTTTTT"..i was like ok ..i shook hands with all my friends, everyone giving me their widest grin , and was walking out when he shouted again..it wasn't over yet.."and take ur books along with you , i dont want anything that belongs to you in the library..take them away NOWWWWW" ..that was it ..now it was my turn, the switch flipped, and i shouted back " NO I WON'T" ..

he opened his eyes wide , not used to the tone in which i was speaking to him now, "how dare YOU talk to me like that..take ur books now and Go" ..i shouted " U can't make me take the books away " ..

he banged his hand on the desk and said " i'll burn the books if u dont take them away rite nowww !!" ..and then i couldnt control my laughter .." burn them , bury them , eat them , u cant make me take the books ..they arent mine!" ..and then the whole library burst out laughing and i made a hasty exit!!

He asked for my name from my friends , but the chowdapa gang does'nt squeal ...at least not when the librarian is questioning.. :)

Lets Box!

2008-07-19T16:20:00.001+05:30

After breaking our arms arm- wrestling, we wanted a new hobby..one evening, all 3 of us were sitting , getting quite bored watching a movie , when RD remembered sumthing ..he left for his room in a hurry and came back out wid a CD ..the gleeful expression on his face suggested it was a "happy" movie :) , and before i could say it out loud, RD clarified it was "National Geographic Documentary on Martial Arts" ..well, it was a two hour long program, and when it got over , the effect was immediate..

we lived in a big house..now when u enter a house, any house wid occupants , you would expect a sofa , a chair , a mat , anything of that sort..well , our interior decoration was a bit ..deranged..we removed the fan from the drawing room and hung a BOXING BAG..so,lets say ur having a very important phone conversation and u enter our house , talking on the phone , engrossed in conversation , u would go SMACK into the boxing bag.

We rented loads of boxing movies like ROCKY( all parts ), Cinderella man , and other documentaries and training videos..we punched and punched till we could punch no more ..we were possessed..we punched so much, our hands bled, but it turned our hands into rocks..my hand turned a dark shade of grey at the knuckles , and my friends ridiculed me saying i earned extra bucks as a daily wage labourer!!

now we had a little ritual in the house..anyone who would enter the house for the first time , has to, HAS TO punch the boxing bag once , as a sign of respect..and so, the electrician, the plumber, the sweeper, the dinner delivery boy, the water delivery boy , every one of them was made to punch the bag once, and after that, they were quite terrified , they would never even came into the house..they would just stand outside and call us..even if we would call them in , to have a glass of water, they'd prefer going thirsty rather than come in !! :)

The Bond

2008-07-16T18:12:00.000+05:30

Rd and i were sitting in the faculty room one fine day .the faculty was out and there werent any signs of her returning , for another 45 minutes..since we were'nt keen on studying or attending class, we were just sitting there , when RD noticed the phone..RD tried calling his friends up , living abraod , but sadly there was no ISD facility ..but anyways , both of us had lotsa friends we could call and talk to , and so we used the resources given by our college to the maximum ..come on , its OUR college yar ! anyways, after chatting away for almost an hour ,and after getting reaquainted with friends we had completely ,lost touch wid ,
the prankster in us awakened...

i have been to the police station lotsa times, and NO THERES NO CRIMINAL RECORD AGAINST ME..its just wid friends when sumthing gets stolen AND NO I WAS NOT THE WHO STOLE, or when my wallet got picked , or other random things, and obviously i was not the accused in any ..but anyways , i had observed the way the policemen spoke , in a gruff scary voice mostly..it had a sort of effect , that even the most confident man , would lose half his confidence hearing the way they spoke..i sumtimes spoke like them , in front of my friends , just for fun ..it was time to see how effective it really was ..RD and i called up a common friend SID , who was absent that day ..

this was the conversation that took place :-

guns- haalo , hmmmm( almost a grunt )

Sid - yes

guns - abe angrezi jhaad raha hai!itni badi galti , upar se angrezi ???

Sid- kaun hai tu ?? ( getting aggressive)

guns- mera naam hai TRIPATHI . sector xyz thaane mein baithta hoon ..

sid- .....

guns- ke ho gaya ? angreji , hindi , kuch na boli jaa rahi thare se??

sid - bhaisaab aapne fone kyun kiya ??

guns - je baat .. bohot badi galti kar de tune beta ...bohot badi galti !!

sid - sir jee kya kar diya maine??

guns- yeh bhi main he bataoon ??? haain???

sid - sar main toh baccha hoon , padhne likhne wala ..

guns- baccha hoke itni badi galti!! thari harkat bacchon wali to NAA hai ..

guns - chal bete jaldi bata kahaan hai tu ?

sid- bhaisahab , bohot badi galti ho gai ..

guns- na beta na ..chal , aisa hai ..tu aaja , thaane .sector xyz thaane .

sid - nai bhaiya .nai..

guns- NAI ?? main aaon tujhe DHARNE ?? HAAAIN ??? ghana choudhary bann raha hai ke?? ghar aa jain tere ??? HAAAIN??

sid- .....

and that was it ..neither me , nor RD could control ourselves any longer and we burst out laughing .. and when my voice returned to normal , Sid realised it was me .and just then our faculty came in , so we put the fone down , just in time..she kept asking us why we looked so happy and why there was a perpetual smile on our faces ..

Sid called me on my number sumtime later and confessed he was flabbergasted .he was a great sport and was suggesting us victims for the next prank and was offering his help ..then RD asked him " aisi kya bohot badi galti kari hai tune " ..tell us also , or will u only tell TRIPATHI ??
he still hasnt given us an answer ..

Over the top Part-II

2008-07-12T12:14:00.000+05:30

Please read my post 'Over the top' first to get a clearer picture
The link to 'Over the top' is:
http://rdgunsyaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-top-yaz.html
Thanks

After sooraj defeating me and hurting my forearms, I had completely given up arm-wrestling. Rd and guns still couldnt believe that anyone could have that much power to defeat the C-124 champion. That was cuz they had not met sooraj yet. My friends still continued arm-wrestling each other and Rd being undefeated in the gang wanted some competition. He started compelling me to Arm-wrestle with him and wanted me to give him tips. He told me that we will arm-wrestle without defeating each other and without hurting my forearms. But each time I did that my forearms would pain and I would discontinue. I decided that I will setup Rd with someone who can give him some real competition else he will end up breaking my arm again. Of course it's not sooraj as sooraj will break Rd's arm too. Then I thought of asrar, my junior in college. He had been Mr.physique in his year and a national level boxer. But he is down to earth and really nice as a person. Me and Rd went to Asrar and had a friendly match with him. The match was very tight but Rd won the match. Rd still asked for more and had matches with Ravi gandhi, Cmc and Kb. He was tied against Cmc but lost against Ravi and Kb. We started realising that after all we are not that good in arm-wrestling. The arm-wrestling craze slowly started diminishing as it was no more interesting.

One evening our gang was chilling out in our college canteen after a mundane day. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me. It was Ashutosh accompanied by Asrar. Ashutosh was in Asrar's class and had been my roommate for around 3 months when I used to stay in college hostel. Ashutosh is heavily built, arms almost as big as his head but he lacked the quality or cuts. I didnt like his body as it was disproportionate. When he stayed with me in hostel, it was his first year and my second. He tried his best to impress me by teaching me aerobics and being an obedient junior to me as he knew that since I was the Mr.physique in my year, I have the power to decide who will be the next! But the problem with him was that he was only nice with me. To my batch mates he was rude and gave them his stupid attitude. Everyone including kanishk [general secretary of our college] asked me to choose anyone except ashutosh. On the fresher's day, ashutosh had expected me to call his name as he had played his cards well but he was shocked when Asrar was given the title. Asrar may not have the amount but I chose him as he has a proportionate body with cuts, a good looking body.

Now I turned back and asked him why he called me. Then he came upto me and shouted in his signature tone ' I heard that you have been arm-wrestling alot and your friend had beaten Asrar in Arm-wrestling' . I asked him 'Yeah, so?' Ashutosh-' Sir, Asrar is nothing, he cant even move my hand by an inch when we arm-wrestle and I can beat him easily. Ask your friend to arm-wrestle me!' and he put his elbow on our table as if he is ready for the match right there! This was infront of everyone else in the canteen. All juniors were watching us. Only we friends arm-wrestle each other in the canteen that too we choose a corner table and this was right in the centre of the canteen! We cant reject his offer as it is a prestige issue. We asked him to come with us to a classroom. He was persistent as he wanted to show off his strength in front of everyone but then came with us. To our humiliation he defeated Rd and we all were very furious by what happened. Now that he had asked for it I decided to call sooraj to college. There are many strong guys in college and sooraj might even have a good match. Sooraj is always game for good competition and he came the next day with his friend Dev. I greeted them in front of the college gate. Both of them had come to college wearing track suits as if they were going to the gym, ready for action! Sooraj told me that these guys had to beat Dev first and only after that they get a chance to face Sooraj. Dev was also an invincible arm-wrestling champ like me till he met Sooraj in college. They are best friends and they practise arm-wrestling together. Sooraj starts from the loosing position holding the heaviest dumb-bell in the gym and Dev uses his full strength and still in vain. Sooraj beats him in a jiffy! They met Rd, Guns, Shails and Ravi. Just a handshake with Sooraj is enough for anyone to get an idea on how strong he is. Everyone was impressed! We took them to our great college canteen where Sooraj and Dev had maggi. They told us it gives you energy before a match. Now sooraj displayed his strength by Arm-wrestling the members of our gang and showing them a few tricks. For him it was just like playing arm-wrestling with a bunch of curious kids! Now everyone in my gang got just too impressed that they all were trying to stick to sooraj like a leech to get to know somehow the secret behind his strength. Now, It was time for Revenge! We called Asrar and asked him to bring Ashutosh. They came outside the A-block and we left off from the canteen to A-block. Ashutosh was standing chowda wearing a brown leather jacket, his head was raised high with pride. We knew that this was the end to his attitude as we had the real chowdapa with us!

I introduced Sooraj to Ashutosh. They shook hands... That was just the moment I was waiting for! Ashutosh's proud face gradually started turning into a silly, stupid face. As if someone just poke a big syringe up his ass and that he was trying to hide the pain with a silly smile! We just couldnt control ourselves. We led them to our E-block. Ashutosh never stopped smiling. Sooraj as he told us made dev arm-wrestle first and dev could easily beat him. Then sooraj just made Ashutosh's big heavy hand go thud on the bench. Both Ashutosh and Asrar were stunned by his power. Ashutosh was just another baby for him. Sooraj and Dev were more impressed with Asrar as he turned out to be stronger than Ashutosh. It was a reality check for him as Asrar told us that he was a changed man after the incident and still couldnt get over the shock that anyone could bring down his arms with such ease. Now Sooraj was still not happy with this match as he came all the way to my college for some real competition.

During the last year of my hostel life [third year], a group of seniors who were blacklisted in ABS and were kicked out of their campus hostel had joined our hostel. They ruled the college. Among them there was one heavily built, tall guy. He is said to be really strong. Since he was in our year he was still in college at that time and we saw him going to the canteen. I went and talked to him for a friendly match as I told him that we have to practice for a competition. He looked at me with a rude face and asked me to come to hostel. Now, we were a bit scared but we went to the hostel. There in his room he was lying down on his bed and he told me 'I am not feeling well'. Why did he call us in the first place? Anyways, I was relieved as this match didnt happen as this guy might go mad if Sooraj defeats him like he defeats everyone else! Now we all started thinking.. Who would it be? Who can give Sooraj some competition? Who is the strongest guy in college? Sunny! I said. O yes, how can we forget sunny? He is 6'5'', good looking and heavily built[but it looks good on him as it goes with his height]. He was undoubtedly the strongest man in our college. I used to play basketball with him. He is in the university team and plays like Shaq. No one stands on his way. If you do, then you will find yourself lying down 50 metres away from the court! He is the undefeated Tae kwon do champion. The final match was between the 5'4''Asrar and the 6'5''Sunny!

We went straight to Sunny's class. They were having a free period but the class was crowded. We went and talked to him. Then he stood up and shouted 'Please, Everyone leave! Empty this class right now!'. Within a few seconds the class was empty except for Sunny and two of his friends and Me, Rd, Ravi, Sooraj and Dev. Sunny refused to arm-wrestle with his right hand since he is a lefty and he told us that his right hand was hurt. Now this was disappointing to Sooraj as he is a righty and there is a huge difference between his right and left and that Sooraj's left had been defeated before. But sooraj was game and agreed. The match seemed to be a tie in the begining, both of them turned red and Sooraj's all nerves came out but he couldnt beat sunny or vise versa. But then we found out that since Sunny didnt know the rules, he had moved his elbow close to sooraj's so that it was impossible to bring him down! When Sunny corrected his flaw in the next match, Sooraj easily defeated him. But Sooraj pumped up all his nerves in the first match and atleast his left hand was satisfied. Now Sooraj was getting late and he and Dev left and the whole day's drama finally came to an end.

Sooraj is undefeated since even though Asrar made him meet many other strong guys who were invincible till they met Sooraj. Sooraj decided to give up arm-wrestling as he accidently dislocated his best friend dev's elbow during a practice session. I setup a match between Rd and Sunny. Sunny broke Rd's hand and even Rd left arm-wrestling. After all this Arm-wrestling mania, all it gave us was a broken hand! Finally C-124 decided- 'Leave Arm-Wrestling... Lets Box!'

Monkey Business

2008-07-11T13:03:00.000+05:30

Five of us - ravi,RD,malik,sheetad and i , had gone to CP one day ..we had a great time just chatting and "sight seeing" and window shopping ..it was more fun because we had been treated buy sheetad at mcdonalds for sum reason..now the reason isnt important coz when the majority decides on making 1 person the "spender", reasons arent important ..anyways , after the FREE hearty meal , we were walking outside , going to cross the road , when we saw a bunch of foreigners , all girls and with great dressing sense ;) ..they were looking at us, from the other side of the street, 5 boys, making a ruckus. i guess crossing a road by just waving ur hand at the vehicles , to stop , would be illegal in the country from where the foreigners had come from coz they were staring at us wide eyed.i guess its called jay walking or sumthing .anyways ,all of us saw them stare , and we were basking in the attention ..we had crossed the road , a 5 foot railing was the only obstacle between us and them ..ravi , being the most athletic and flexible , put one hand on the railing and lifted himsself up and twisted his body , landing on the other side like a cat ..next it was my turn , i put both hands on the railing , lifted myself up and landed on the other side, not like a cat , but quite elegantly ..the foreigners looked impressed..i guess showing off , especially when u are getting the attention of females, is in our genes ..it was RD's turn now, he had to top it , he had to do sumthing so mind numbingly athletic , that the foreigners would just flock to him cooing " ohhh RDeee" ..with these thoughts in mind , he aggressively attacked the railing, his gaze , fixed on the prettiest gal of the lot , put his big hands on the railing and jumped off the ground..but one flaw , as u mite have guessed it ,was his gaze , shouldnt have been on the gal , instead it should have been on the railing , to see if his feet clear the railing properly .
.his foot got stuck in between the railing , while the other went to the other side of the railing ..his body went up in the air , one foot on one side , the other foot on the other , it seemed to me and ravi , as if the world is going in slow motion, and then he came crashing down ..just to give u a good idea , if u have ridden a bicycle , a boy's bicycle , u would have seen a rod in the front ..imagine falling on the rod , with each leg on each side ..OUCHHHH ..well, RD roars , so he roared!!

everyone was staring wide eyed , but the show wasnt over yet ..since his hands are so big and strong , he dint lose grip ..he was still holding on to the railing , his body slid to one side , and finally he was hanging on to the railing , upside down..his hands holding on , his legs wrapped around the railing ..if you have ever seen animal planet, where they show chimpanzees and monkeys in the forest , they almost always show a baby monkey , hanging upside down , its legs wrapped around a branch and its hands or watever , holding on to the branch..RD looked looked just like that, just not as small as a baby monkey ..Ravi and i looked at each other and shrugged , RD was still in that position when the "prettiest gal" , who was holding her digital camera in her hands , clicked a pic of RD swinging wildly on the railing , trying to get his balance back , and the foreighners left, laughing so hard ..seeing this , sheetad did a very intelligent and commendable thing indeed , he walked a few feet along the railing , and there was a gap there..he walked throught it and joined us ..RD bought the yellow pages so he could look at the numbers of adoption agencies for future reference ..:) ..

The sound of satisfaction !

2008-07-08T13:33:00.001+05:30

RD and i had made up our minds , we were gonna make PIzza corner shut down its operations! they had launched a new scheme wherein u pay 100 bux and eat as many pizzas as u want ! oh boy , they din'nt know wat was in store for them , and we both laughed out loud just thinking about it ..now some of you might find this story gross and objectionable , for such people , i suggest u stop reading rite now ..

anyways, so, we did'nt eat breakfast and lunch , we were starving ourselves so we could make pizza corner pay !! i took out my bike and even while driving , i would sumtimes hear RD laughing ominously , in a low volume , just thinking how much loss pizza corner is going to endure , a quiet , dangerous sort of he he he he ..so, we reach the place , pay up a 100 bux each and order pizzas ..i had eaten aroun 5 and RD had eaten aroun 6 pizzas ,i was just half full , i could have easily eaten 5 more ,the same was RD's condition ..we were waiting for our next pizza , there was no one else in the shop at that point of time , and RD thought he'd become a little mannerless and burp loudly ..so he said " yaar , mazza aa raha hai , now hear my sound of satisfaction" and he started to burp loudly , wid a glint in his eyes , as if he's enjoying it ..i was drinking coke and im used to his mannerlessness ..the burp continued , it was around 20 seconds since he started the burp and it still continued..i looked at him , there was horror on his face ..the burp would'nt stop !! i said " bass kar yaar" and almost teary eyed , RD sort of replied , in between the burp , in a burpy kinda voice " hellllp " ..just imagine , one fine day , ur voice changes and sounds as if ur burping all d time , no matter wat u say ..u'd be horrified , rite ? well, so was rd ..i was laughing so hard, my tummy hurt ..finally , after around a minute , the sound stopped and RD's normal expression returned , and so did his voice ..and then the laughing session started and courtesy this incident , we couldn't eat more!! we laughed so hard , our stomachs hurt so much , we just walked out ..satisfied ..

Oye ganesh... Chai la!

2008-07-06T18:04:00.000+05:30

One fine night in C-124.. Me, rd and guns decided that we wont torture ourselves by having the maid cooked dinner tonight and will go outside for dinner. We chose a new restaurant this time as we wanted to have something really different. It was an ordinary Dhaba with the chairs and tables kept outside. We thought of enjoying the great weather and relishin ourselves with some great food! We ordered something new and we started doing our usual bagchodhi! Guns made up stories and rd started shouting loud and laughing hard.. But there was something unusual this time! Everytime we called guns by his name i.e ganesh, the waiter or 'chottu' came to us as if we called him! And the funny part was that, each time a different 'chottu' turned up! And rd's voice is so loud that even chottus from the kitchen came to us asking 'aapne bhulaaya, sir?' Me and rd looked at each other for a minute in amusement and at that moment we realised the universal truth! That almost every 'chottu' in this world is called ganesh or named as ganesh by his mom and dad! This is not exaggeration as atleast in noida we met loads of more chottus having gun's name! We had a ganesh on every floor in our college! Either sweeping the floor or cleaning the college restrooms! Even ganesh's cook in his pg had the same name! May be its only guns who has the name ganesh and is well educated and having a good job! The ganesh world association must be proud of him! The bottom line is that it is raining ganesh when it comes to servants, cooks, sweepers, jaado waalas and every other guy who is in that class! :)