Their are stories and their are characters. Infact its the parapharnelia around the characters which makes stories and we would talk about the characters, guys who are always a footnote in my story but actually they are the ones who drive it. Be it first year of Mohit agarwal, who got name likes moti or chachu and he always had a brutal ragging session, after which he would probably return and tell us how vividly he got slapped 200 times and seniors said that they had finished his course of ragging and then next day they would call him again, apparently for revision of course. In all the ragging sessions there was rahul pachaouria who always got saved, because he claimed to know palmistry. One such session comes to mind, when one senior from meta(forgot his name but remember he wasnt able to reach 5 ft in life)kabeera...made us assemble in one room for the ensuing call. so we are 20 guys in one room with kabeera in there and on one bed he made 10 of us sit. Now while we were waiting he called pachaouria nd asked him to tell his fortune, pachaouria started his typical bluffs and then at one point he said, Boss aapke 3 bachche honge....lekin ek problem hain...kabeera says saale issme kyaa problem, then he says, boss ek tohh aapka hoga baaki dono kaa pata nahii... vibhor tells me after the calll that at tis point his bed started shaking vigourously and as a result 10 of us were shaking with the bed and he noticed that at the other end i was sitting. then entire room was quiet with everybody sitting quitely and not uttering a word but the bed shaking and giving a sound with every shake chu chu chu chu...and i was laughing like a maniac. dont ask me please what happened next.
Today while i was coming from office i noticed a big heat wave and deadly heat which reminded me of Jaipur and how people tried different method of keeping their rooms cold. we had our own methods, somehow i came to know of a method which was if your room was topmost, you had to pour water over the terrace over your name, well thats the theor but whats the practical implication of it, as we were on first floor and had bihari guys over our room, i used to go at night quitely fill a bucket of water and slip in the water along the floor so that our room would be not hot. Result wass good except biharis who always wondered how come they woke up to water spread all over the floor, i dont know because i could just hear them shrieking in morning, saala paani kahaan sey aa gaya bey....
people used to throw water on walls complete day so that it might make room cooler, water on mattress water on themselves, sameep with his wet towels all around him water water everywhere. But where was water, we were in rajasthan mind u...so water was scarce and biharis used to save it in their buckets which were kept in their bathroom and as they had two rooms and one bathroom they all had kept their buckets. I always used to go in morning sneak into one of the bathrooms nd then bathe..nd some bihari wud come nd shout...arre abiisek arre rahul saala kaun nahaa rahehain bey...jaldi nikaliye humein bhii nahaana hain...but nahaana reminds me of mohit boss who i thnk had a record of not bathing for around 13 days or so....when he won a certain bet....there was a kind of admiration for him which increased manifold that day, he was a role model for we his juniors. Personally i feel nt bathing is an art when you dont have to stretch far to smell your own stink, its like creating an aura around yourself. Wohh BRChopra k serials or movies mein dikhaate hain jaise the halo which surrounds a person its not a halo but an aura which you have created around you after not bathing for a long time.
Sameep always had crazy ideas about the eat, he told me once, saala ek din muuh chhop k poora hosel mein nanga bhagoonga....i could imagine that, even if he covered his face i am prety sure everyone would have recognised him with his characteristic walk and run and genetic build.
But water was a problem and we agitated for it a lot infact that was our favourite pastime, agitating or feeling agitated abt something, after sleep which would top the charts if there was a hobby called sleep.
i have never felt repentant in life for my habit of sleeping long and waking up late in morning except for one instance. we had o do a measured drawing which i would off course detail out later but that was of a haveli in a village, where everybody woke up around 5 when it was dark and we as usual woke up around 10 in morning realising that we had to shit in open. so here we were i, navendu and sameep in the open looking for a safe place. Strange thing about these desert villages is there are no trees, the wild shrubs are very small, water is less and you never know when a place would become a road so you might end up shitting in the way. we were very sceptical as we could not find place but a small shrub and we were fighting who would take it, when sameep said "dekho saala tum meri ga*d"and he was out with his pants, we finally settled for a triangle with our ass facing the center of the triangle. tricky thinging about shitting in sand let me tell u is that the sand shifts very quickly so you have to shift your footing and get the balance right otherwise......anyways...enough for today...its turned a lot shitty, give me a break.
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