Ok so now is the time to mention few people who always came second in my priority. Mind you second never means that they were less in prority but every guy had a group in which they used to sit together and then there was a peer group. These were my classmates with whom i shared better part of my five year sojourn. I did never rate them heavily when i met them earlier but as i lived with them i just got a glimpse of what they all were and as they say again, rest is history. We lived, laughed, cried, boozed(i was passively involved off-course), blamed each other for everything bad, claimed credit for everything good, burnt all the midnight oil, failed miserably in matching the girls and day-schi's, bunked classes almost everyday, spent entire day at GMP(some say its general meeting place, others claim it is Gaa**u Mishthan Bhandar...which was just a canteen after all) spent entire night at thadi, every night was a night-out every day was an italian day with naps spread all around. So many would ask what was our lifestyle all about, we woke up around 11 in the morning, sat in GMP for an hour where we drank tea and read newspaper...then we wud see all day schi's coming to GMP after attending morning classes and sayng the same dialogue..."Saalon tum aaj bhii collg nahii aaye...nd some lecturer baying for our blood" they always hated us....everybody, teachers girls day schi's everybody....why???
i havent been able to figure out but yaa i always saw a sense of dsappointment in all those eyes when we did what we were not supposed to do. I am not talking about breaking rules here because we were supposed to do that. But yaa someday coming to collg with such a work that everybody was found sulking and gulping. Anyways let bygones be bygones. we were a class of 26- 20 beasts and 6 apparent beauties, i never disputed their claims to the beauty they had but anyways lets drop the topic. When i was filling admission forms, i had a girl filling her forms with her parents whose parents were top-shots in architecture and they all seem focussed. For me and my dad, it was just a family tradition of the son making it to a good government college, NITs as they were but architecture what...as if i cared. when i saw that girl, i was of the opinion that this would be the duskiest darkest...yaa i know guys call it whatever one important lesson that i had to learn in college was that the world was running behind dusky girls.
But the biggest disadvantage was that due to forms being filled and my college having a silly format of admission i got my roll number just next to her and i was branded as a guy who came just before THE Legendary bansri gandhi....however hard i might have worked i always got a hard deal. When i got to the class it was a strange mix of guys, but i just hit on with two of the guys.
I still remember the day and the way i met Sameep. I had joined late in college and the day i went, I noticed the girls of my class were practising for some cultural event in college and this guy was just watching them intently. I went close to him and tried to inquire what was he watching with such an interest. He told me very sweetly with a smile on his face “I love to see girls dancing”.
I just laughed the day out remembering what he said. i saw a lot of that guy and still to date remain inspired with his simplistic and holistic approach to things and life in general. In years to come, i noticed that he fell for a girl, who i never felt was attractive, but i was always puzzled by intense following of this girl by this guy who by know was a friend of mine. What surprised me that this girl who was dusky by all standards and my friend were of stark contrast in looks as he was a nepali with all chinki looks.
But i never understood his dusky orientations, I was a typical northii grown amidst all sort of beautiful girls who had that makkhan looks as we always said, so when i got hyderabad as my joining location I thought i would be the only good looking guy around. As i started my stint, it was my first exposure to Gulti’s as they are called and that was the first time when i actually started noticing and learning why sameep was always attracted to dusk.
But enough of that later, the other guy who completed our "Fucking Tripod" as we called it was navendu, some claim that i made him famous because his room was in 2nd floor while mine was on first floor with at least a distance of 100m in diagonal. But i used to shout his name at the top of my voice and everybody gt to know a guy named navendu in collg.Apart from that this man was a machine and he used to work a lot....and expected everybody to work that much as well.
Then i met a guy called bibhu who was never serious in his life for anything except movies and sleep. i learned from him how to let life pass and watch it. He taught me how life was not a movie in which you had to act all the time but a movie which needed to be watched as well to enjoy it completely.
Anyways this post has glorified a lot of mortals so keeping with the tradition of my notes i would slip in a story. this story is called 55-56(pachpan chhappan). This was in our final year when we started getting messages from this number, which was famously called pachpan chhapan. the entire batch got messages on their phone numbers in a group sms in which very personal things were mentioned. we got messsages when we were discussing things in our rooms and stuffs like that. The english that was in use was some english which ruled out all choms in one go and we were very sure that no rajasthani could be involved in it. First guess was the kind of english that was used it had to be a girl who had decided to mess with us. Yashpal had even named her sonia, there was no sonia in our class or college, but he felt that when he was recieving a message he would as well keep her name as Sonia in his cell, at least he got to feel great about it. Then there were guys who wud just message her all kind of gaalis from morning to evening. Intodia who used to call from PCO's and when nobody replied he used to say, dekho main jaanta hoon tum girls hostel sey bol rahi ho, ek baar bass ek baar mujhe batao kaun ho tumm usske baad main sab sambhaal loonga koi tumhe pareshaan nahii karega. The incident had come to such a boil that we were frustrated by it and it went on for around a month. and here were a bunch of guys who thought they were smartest in the college and somebody was playing big and making them a jackass. one thing that we got sure of in time to come was that it was nobody from us as everybody was agonised in our bach wth it. then we decided it was end of it and we all stopped replying, some days passed, the person had to make a move. One night we got such a message that suspicion went to amit sarawat who lived in 3rd hostel so we all went from hostel-1 to 3rd hostel to nab him red-handed. But he was watching a movie and it didnt seem that he was involved. dejected when we were returning we were drinking water at the water cooler, and then we saw Meel nd Himanshu coming(both were our dayschi's juniors) we just casually asked them k arre bhai itnii raat mein tum yahaan kaise...to which himashu replied..."55-56 ko dhoondne aaye hain", we all laughed about it and went back to hostel. in hostel as soon as everybody gets into the room and closes their latch suddenly the entire hostel beeped with message tune, tididi tididi....nd the message was, "u know why he said...55-56 ko dhoondne aaye hain?" we all had our adrenaline raising and the message gave us all goosebumps. We sensed something serious, at this point sumer said,(Sumer singh katewa, jaat from jhunjhunu, guy who ur mom must hav always said keep away from) have u seen the movie SAW...in that 3 guys r lying on the ground and their is a pool of blood and there is one dead-body and finally the dead body wakes up. He had an idea that something bad was going to happen and what if the guy murdered someone and threw the sim away. \we all were scared to death at that point. Meel nd himanshu were called at tat very instnce and we played pressure game with them. Both of them were very apologetic and they said they wud never do it with us, meel personally promised to nail saraswat who was our main culprit. For which he next day was standing outside the window of saraswat to get some clues when saraswat unknowingly gargled over his head. Meel was pretty sure it was not sarswat and we got a message saying it was the last day and after that 55-56 wud throw its sim. at night Vikrant(most notorius day schi of our batch)also stayed in hostel and we tried a lot but were not able to nab it by 12...we were standing disappointed in ground, When yashpal comes nd says...yehh kiska phone hain bencho...mere room pey kissne chhoda bencho...i said it was mine....i without thinkin picked the fone and dialled the number of 55-56 to which it displayed ANUPAM-SUMER.....now about these guys, these guys come from sikar and jhunjhunu, both were rajsthanis and they didnt had a clue abt english. So we stupids never suspected them, they always roamed together so much so that their names were anupam sumer as they were always together and we never noticed that all this while only one of them was in room with us while other stayed at room nd messaged through dictionary feature, which gave them good words. This was the bigest dupe we had in our college time and 55-56 became famous forever.
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