Sweet November…..Now that’s one movie which I really liked very much…May be that was one of the reasons that I was expecting something really overwhelming and surprisingly stupefying to happen during the month of November (Yes, I am a lousy day dreaming dumb moron who wants to go beyond the realm of the so called real world which is governed by logic and not by superlative fantasies!)…Well IT DID happen….My university exams! ‘Overwhelming’- because all the papers had a gap of exactly one day (obviously coupled with the very important night) in between which meant that the exams were a matter of 10 days and ‘surprisingly stupefying’- because I never had known that studying an entire subject for securing (or at least hoping to secure) just above pass marks in a duration of 1 day and 1 night would be a superpower I was equipped with….
November the 30th…finished with the exams thing in the afternoon…burnt some DVDs…stuffed some clothes in the bag and happily hopped on to the bus to Mumbai…
Heck! That hasn’t got anything to do with what I intend to tell…can’t believe you guys actually read that…Anyways…let me begin once again..
It all began with a CALL…Actually it all began with an end. A blissful and a much awaited end…End of a nightmare called exams.I tried doing everything on reaching home that you do on a vacation…1) Turned on the idiot box ( surfed through the stupid channels – cursed the saas bahu sagas – resisted the urge to throw stones and boulders on the dumb ‘news’ channels – watched mtv…too many ads, too much of a nasal epidemic haunting the viewers with a mike in hand and a cap on head…, aaah! That’s such a waste…, saw the Japanese kids tasting mud on takeshi’s castle on pogo – couldn’t feel more doomed after watching the meaningless and more importantly humorless ‘laughter shows’…sach me idiot box!) 2) successfully tried to re-enliven the ‘baba aazam ke zamaane ka PC’( discovered that playing the dumb flash games like cricket and ski ain’t that cool anymore…had a hearty laugh at those pics of school days…accessed the internet on a ‘thakela’ dial up connection…god damn it! It takes more than 2 minutes to open a yahoo account…windows - u - u….and the game is over) 3) Tried reading the daily newspaper ( TOI sucks!...albeit I did solve su-doku – loop the loop – spellathon – read the comic strips – daily forecast – but again TOI sucks!) 4) Fancied myself a novel ( couldn’t last long…some novels are just sleep inducing pills..) 3 days gone and all the means of the so called ‘fun’ and ‘masti’ came crashing down and it felt like I was a retired man trapped in space where time moved at snail’s pace!
So, THE CALL….Took the useless receiver of the phone and dialed up the messiah of quick witted laziness…pulkit dearest! True to his name, he blurted that Amit {a.k.a our very own guddu} was coming the next day…What’s more…he had more than 100 GB of the much needed oxygen – the English television series…YooHoooo!! Time to call amit…[tring tring…”haalo” “Aunty amit hai?” “Kon bolraye” “Aunty Kaustubh…tarapur se” “ha hold on…gudduuuuu…(to which the reply was…Haaaaeyyy?)…..phone aschchi…koshtub haai…” Subsequently…guddu n I had a hearty discussion and asked him the amount of blank dvds required. 25 was the number. So after a long period of 3 days basking in the shades of comfort, the time had finally come when I had to step out of the homely luxuries and actually go OUT of my dwelling to get some job done…25 blank dvds it was which I fetched fighting my battle against the gruesome sun…Ouch! <>
Early the next day I got THE CALL…this time it was amit calling from pulkit’s place… “Hey hi…arre yah ape pata hai kya, koi nahi hai….gharwaale sab Aurangabad gaye hai…so it’s just us…jaldi aaja!” and within minutes I was at the gates of pulkit’s mansion. The wide eyed security guard with an enormous pot belly gave me a look that kind of meant “Ghar me sahab log ki phamily nahi hai to sab ladka log awaaragiri karne aa gaye” Too happy to be bothered about the look, pullu got me into his room….A desktop computer, 2 laptops, a flood of dvds, a LAN cable, an external non functional dvd writer, a broadband internet modem( fokkat ka…courtesy Govt. of India), a couch, some chairs, a stool….Oh hang on did I say a couch? Noooo! Actually it was Amit who seemed to be quite ‘expanded’ compared to the yester years geek that we were accustomed to see…Anyways on a sofa cushion on the floor was squatting an equally ‘expanded’ Mandar Raje with his funny grin and vibrant eyes…..
Now here is a very important piece of conversation that took place over there…
Me: Hey mandar, kal maine tujhe jogging karte hue dekha…
Mandar: Abey haa, Mumbai marathon me bhaag raha hu…so practice!
Amit, me and pulkit exchange looks of horror, eyebrows raised, amit does the talking.
Amit: Matlab…tu marathon me actually bhaagne waala hai kya?
Mandar: Arre matlab sirf dream run me….pura marathon nahi….100 rs de ke register bhi kiya hai…
Pulkit (laughing with disbelief): Kyaaaaaaaaa?
Me(making a face that’s beyond description and also due to the obvious fact that you cant see your own face while talking to others): 5-6 kilometers bhaag ne ke liye 100 rs do…isme kya sense hai?
Amit(shocked): 5-6 kilometers?
Mandar(responds in a lightning flash): Prize money 30000 hai!
Pulkit: Tu to sirf dream run bhaag raha hai naa….aur waise bhi prize to hamesha kisi Africa ya Kenya walo ko milta hai...Tera point kya hai bhaagne ka?
Mandar(adamant on proving his point): ..mtch…mtch…Arre tum log ko maalum nahi….marathon start karne ke liye hai naa, bahut famous public aata hai…bollywood stars, ACTRESSES n all…sab!
Pulkit(Again refusing to accept that argument): To un ko to tu audience me se bhi dekh sakta hai…bhaagne ki kya zarurat hai…?
Mandar(now pulls the rabbit out of the hat): Sirf stars thode hi yaar…marathon me bhaag ne ke liye Mumbai ki bahut babes bhi aati hai..lots of them…
Mandar gives a triumphtant expression. Amit, me and pulkit – almost in unison “Oooooooooooohhhhhhh…..”
{All right, all the girls reading this go have your 1 minute break- open your mouth wide and nod your head left right left and say those 4 universal words which you always do but also feel good about…. “All men are dogs/pigs/whatever” and to all the boys reading this do your brotherhood a little service and forward those pics of Mumbai marathon amongst each other}
Mandar( again comes up with a valid point to prove his argument) : Aur maalum hai kya ek jagah pe free me fruit juice bhi milta hai…
Amit(eyes widen): Haan kya?..Sahi!
By the time we were having these vital talks, dvds were written, major chunk of data was being transferred from NIT Trichy to NIT Rourkela(read laptop to laptop) and vice versa, the latest series was being downloaded from the net(bechaari govt!) etc etc.(I use etc etc because I don’t have any idea as to what I actually want to say!) Anyways, since there wasn’t anything much fun to do other than watching each others crazy antics, we decided to go to mandar’s place.
Averting the look on the face of the pot bellied guard as we marched out, we hopped in mandar’s car. Now here is the deal…Riding in a car with mandar on the wheel feels freaking fun…It feels as if you are actually bound in an Electronics Art world and are a part of the latest NFS game. Not that he is a wild maniac driving down the streets, actually its due to the fact that he always has a restless and a funny look on his face while driving. In fact safety is guaranteed with him behind the wheel subject to the condition that no gorgeous/beautiful/somewhat beautiful/good looking/any girl diverts his attention! After having a ‘just blink-and-its gone!’ kind of look at the latest buildings and other developments taking place in BARC, we reached our destination!
“Oh shit! PC chalu hai” exclaimed Mandar as he rammed the brakes infront of his bldg and looked at bedroom window situated on the first floor.
“Yaha se dekh ke kaise pata chalta hai PC chalu hai?” demanded amit.
“Arre fan chalu hai na…that’s why!”
Now don’t ask me what the logic is between a ceiling fan and a PC….everyone has got his own right to be weird! Once in his room, the same stuff(of oxygen/data transfer, LAN cables, net, blah blah blah…) was resumed. It was the turn of Amit to turn on the heat this time…Believe it or not he displayed his 16 GB collection of weird Japanese animation series(I don’t have any idea as to why it has been given a tiltle as lame as ‘BLEACH’!) He seemed to be madly excited about it! Dumb animated characters having sharp features, pointed hair, big eyes, seriously funny clothes who moved their jaws (or the mouth whatever it is!) in same manner every single time and yet it meant a different thing every single time! The same characters when poised for a fight between them could fly at speeds defying the speed of light which sent the nearby surroundings zooming away! The funny part is all the dialogues are in Japanese (yes there are English sub titles to the rescue) and to hear that language is all the more interesting! Tell you guys what, amit is obsessed with anything Japanese these days. { To any of the guys who want to get some work done from amit, here is a little tip:- Invite him over for a sushi…it’ll definitely work!}…He also showed us some spoof videos which were made in his hostel rooms back at the college and he claimed them to be funny...(Well i did try to laugh...forcefully though...but yeah...i did laugh)!!
Whatever! Now here is a little bedroom secret of Mandar…Taare Zameen Par was actually an abstract idea of Mandar Raje..He has his entire bedroom ceiling glued with fluorescent taare, a chandamama, a spaceship, some galaxies etc etc which shine in the dark! And guess what, our very own guddu was actually really sacchi mein asking mandar if he had any more of these taare left, so as to glue them on to his ceiling in the hostel room! What more happened after that?...I don’t remember much…But mandar drove us back to pullu’s place…The pot bellied guard gave another of his usual looks…also we had the very special pulkit ke haath ka banaya hua orange juice…! Cute little grown up kids with hell of an appetite, we gulped it down and it sure tasted heaven. I gave my set of dvds to amit as an assignment to fill’em up! Me and mandar left shortly leaving amit and pullu (alone together)….waiting till amit’s dad came to pick him up!
I can just go on and on detailing the events that happened the day after when I went to anushaktinagar at amit’s place with Mandar(sonavane this time…) but let’s just wait for it and let me define a happy ending here!
Au Revoir guys…..!!!
November the 30th…finished with the exams thing in the afternoon…burnt some DVDs…stuffed some clothes in the bag and happily hopped on to the bus to Mumbai…
Heck! That hasn’t got anything to do with what I intend to tell…can’t believe you guys actually read that…Anyways…let me begin once again..
It all began with a CALL…Actually it all began with an end. A blissful and a much awaited end…End of a nightmare called exams.I tried doing everything on reaching home that you do on a vacation…1) Turned on the idiot box ( surfed through the stupid channels – cursed the saas bahu sagas – resisted the urge to throw stones and boulders on the dumb ‘news’ channels – watched mtv…too many ads, too much of a nasal epidemic haunting the viewers with a mike in hand and a cap on head…, aaah! That’s such a waste…, saw the Japanese kids tasting mud on takeshi’s castle on pogo – couldn’t feel more doomed after watching the meaningless and more importantly humorless ‘laughter shows’…sach me idiot box!) 2) successfully tried to re-enliven the ‘baba aazam ke zamaane ka PC’( discovered that playing the dumb flash games like cricket and ski ain’t that cool anymore…had a hearty laugh at those pics of school days…accessed the internet on a ‘thakela’ dial up connection…god damn it! It takes more than 2 minutes to open a yahoo account…windows - u - u….and the game is over) 3) Tried reading the daily newspaper ( TOI sucks!...albeit I did solve su-doku – loop the loop – spellathon – read the comic strips – daily forecast – but again TOI sucks!) 4) Fancied myself a novel ( couldn’t last long…some novels are just sleep inducing pills..) 3 days gone and all the means of the so called ‘fun’ and ‘masti’ came crashing down and it felt like I was a retired man trapped in space where time moved at snail’s pace!
So, THE CALL….Took the useless receiver of the phone and dialed up the messiah of quick witted laziness…pulkit dearest! True to his name, he blurted that Amit {a.k.a our very own guddu} was coming the next day…What’s more…he had more than 100 GB of the much needed oxygen – the English television series…YooHoooo!! Time to call amit…[tring tring…”haalo” “Aunty amit hai?” “Kon bolraye” “Aunty Kaustubh…tarapur se” “ha hold on…gudduuuuu…(to which the reply was…Haaaaeyyy?)…..phone aschchi…koshtub haai…” Subsequently…guddu n I had a hearty discussion and asked him the amount of blank dvds required. 25 was the number. So after a long period of 3 days basking in the shades of comfort, the time had finally come when I had to step out of the homely luxuries and actually go OUT of my dwelling to get some job done…25 blank dvds it was which I fetched fighting my battle against the gruesome sun…Ouch! <>
Early the next day I got THE CALL…this time it was amit calling from pulkit’s place… “Hey hi…arre yah ape pata hai kya, koi nahi hai….gharwaale sab Aurangabad gaye hai…so it’s just us…jaldi aaja!” and within minutes I was at the gates of pulkit’s mansion. The wide eyed security guard with an enormous pot belly gave me a look that kind of meant “Ghar me sahab log ki phamily nahi hai to sab ladka log awaaragiri karne aa gaye” Too happy to be bothered about the look, pullu got me into his room….A desktop computer, 2 laptops, a flood of dvds, a LAN cable, an external non functional dvd writer, a broadband internet modem( fokkat ka…courtesy Govt. of India), a couch, some chairs, a stool….Oh hang on did I say a couch? Noooo! Actually it was Amit who seemed to be quite ‘expanded’ compared to the yester years geek that we were accustomed to see…Anyways on a sofa cushion on the floor was squatting an equally ‘expanded’ Mandar Raje with his funny grin and vibrant eyes…..
Now here is a very important piece of conversation that took place over there…
Me: Hey mandar, kal maine tujhe jogging karte hue dekha…
Mandar: Abey haa, Mumbai marathon me bhaag raha hu…so practice!
Amit, me and pulkit exchange looks of horror, eyebrows raised, amit does the talking.
Amit: Matlab…tu marathon me actually bhaagne waala hai kya?
Mandar: Arre matlab sirf dream run me….pura marathon nahi….100 rs de ke register bhi kiya hai…
Pulkit (laughing with disbelief): Kyaaaaaaaaa?
Me(making a face that’s beyond description and also due to the obvious fact that you cant see your own face while talking to others): 5-6 kilometers bhaag ne ke liye 100 rs do…isme kya sense hai?
Amit(shocked): 5-6 kilometers?
Mandar(responds in a lightning flash): Prize money 30000 hai!
Pulkit: Tu to sirf dream run bhaag raha hai naa….aur waise bhi prize to hamesha kisi Africa ya Kenya walo ko milta hai...Tera point kya hai bhaagne ka?
Mandar(adamant on proving his point): ..mtch…mtch…Arre tum log ko maalum nahi….marathon start karne ke liye hai naa, bahut famous public aata hai…bollywood stars, ACTRESSES n all…sab!
Pulkit(Again refusing to accept that argument): To un ko to tu audience me se bhi dekh sakta hai…bhaagne ki kya zarurat hai…?
Mandar(now pulls the rabbit out of the hat): Sirf stars thode hi yaar…marathon me bhaag ne ke liye Mumbai ki bahut babes bhi aati hai..lots of them…
Mandar gives a triumphtant expression. Amit, me and pulkit – almost in unison “Oooooooooooohhhhhhh…..”
{All right, all the girls reading this go have your 1 minute break- open your mouth wide and nod your head left right left and say those 4 universal words which you always do but also feel good about…. “All men are dogs/pigs/whatever” and to all the boys reading this do your brotherhood a little service and forward those pics of Mumbai marathon amongst each other}
Mandar( again comes up with a valid point to prove his argument) : Aur maalum hai kya ek jagah pe free me fruit juice bhi milta hai…
Amit(eyes widen): Haan kya?..Sahi!
By the time we were having these vital talks, dvds were written, major chunk of data was being transferred from NIT Trichy to NIT Rourkela(read laptop to laptop) and vice versa, the latest series was being downloaded from the net(bechaari govt!) etc etc.(I use etc etc because I don’t have any idea as to what I actually want to say!) Anyways, since there wasn’t anything much fun to do other than watching each others crazy antics, we decided to go to mandar’s place.
Averting the look on the face of the pot bellied guard as we marched out, we hopped in mandar’s car. Now here is the deal…Riding in a car with mandar on the wheel feels freaking fun…It feels as if you are actually bound in an Electronics Art world and are a part of the latest NFS game. Not that he is a wild maniac driving down the streets, actually its due to the fact that he always has a restless and a funny look on his face while driving. In fact safety is guaranteed with him behind the wheel subject to the condition that no gorgeous/beautiful/somewhat beautiful/good looking/any girl diverts his attention! After having a ‘just blink-and-its gone!’ kind of look at the latest buildings and other developments taking place in BARC, we reached our destination!
“Oh shit! PC chalu hai” exclaimed Mandar as he rammed the brakes infront of his bldg and looked at bedroom window situated on the first floor.
“Yaha se dekh ke kaise pata chalta hai PC chalu hai?” demanded amit.
“Arre fan chalu hai na…that’s why!”
Now don’t ask me what the logic is between a ceiling fan and a PC….everyone has got his own right to be weird! Once in his room, the same stuff(of oxygen/data transfer, LAN cables, net, blah blah blah…) was resumed. It was the turn of Amit to turn on the heat this time…Believe it or not he displayed his 16 GB collection of weird Japanese animation series(I don’t have any idea as to why it has been given a tiltle as lame as ‘BLEACH’!) He seemed to be madly excited about it! Dumb animated characters having sharp features, pointed hair, big eyes, seriously funny clothes who moved their jaws (or the mouth whatever it is!) in same manner every single time and yet it meant a different thing every single time! The same characters when poised for a fight between them could fly at speeds defying the speed of light which sent the nearby surroundings zooming away! The funny part is all the dialogues are in Japanese (yes there are English sub titles to the rescue) and to hear that language is all the more interesting! Tell you guys what, amit is obsessed with anything Japanese these days. { To any of the guys who want to get some work done from amit, here is a little tip:- Invite him over for a sushi…it’ll definitely work!}…He also showed us some spoof videos which were made in his hostel rooms back at the college and he claimed them to be funny...(Well i did try to laugh...forcefully though...but yeah...i did laugh)!!
Whatever! Now here is a little bedroom secret of Mandar…Taare Zameen Par was actually an abstract idea of Mandar Raje..He has his entire bedroom ceiling glued with fluorescent taare, a chandamama, a spaceship, some galaxies etc etc which shine in the dark! And guess what, our very own guddu was actually really sacchi mein asking mandar if he had any more of these taare left, so as to glue them on to his ceiling in the hostel room! What more happened after that?...I don’t remember much…But mandar drove us back to pullu’s place…The pot bellied guard gave another of his usual looks…also we had the very special pulkit ke haath ka banaya hua orange juice…! Cute little grown up kids with hell of an appetite, we gulped it down and it sure tasted heaven. I gave my set of dvds to amit as an assignment to fill’em up! Me and mandar left shortly leaving amit and pullu (alone together)….waiting till amit’s dad came to pick him up!
I can just go on and on detailing the events that happened the day after when I went to anushaktinagar at amit’s place with Mandar(sonavane this time…) but let’s just wait for it and let me define a happy ending here!
Au Revoir guys…..!!!
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the begining was really boring and i thought wats happened to kausy.. but then i think tat truly describes d intital frustration of holidays!
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