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.
Friday, 27 August 2010
Short snippet from a long story...
“Did you ever Love me Nitin? Or was it just your lust or the smugness which brought you over to me”. “What’s your problem Ana? Why are you getting so pragmatic suddenly”, was my question. I could never get the fact why was she always bringing up this questions to the table, why was she always discussing that day and why was she always complaining about that meeting with the editor when she felt disillusioned with me. Yes, that’s the word, Disillusioned. That’s what she was with me. But I really dreaded to think that because I never gave her that illusion. I had already lost my heart to somebody when I met her, so then what was she, my take on rehabilitation, her take on adventure in hanging out with a smitten guy or was it her generosity which leads her to me crossing her path on that fateful day. But whatever it was, it blew our chastity away, our innocence of life gone by with a long association we had and which accidently took a wrong turn.
I always wonder why somebody talks about LOVE, when that is a thing probably which nobody would ever be able to explain. But I can understand Ana’s DISILLUSION with me today, after all that’s what precisely happened to me 1 week before that fateful day. It was just another day in office for me when I met a girl and believe me she just tore apart the world in which I used to live. She was like a breath of fresh air to me when she met me at first and I just felt everything had changed perspective. During my Architecture classes one of the biggest and toughest things to understand and similarly explain were Perspectives in Visual Arts. It’s the diminishing theory which every visual image has. Like the two tracks of Railway which are always parallel to each other but seem to meet each other at eternity. Similarly they say that everything that moves parallel in theory seems to meet somewhere sometime in an imaginary point. That is the point of Zilch in Relationships, where and when you feel everything ceases to be different from each other and meets in unison at a particular point.
But the point of Zilch is hypothetical to be reached, you might not agree with me if you have won in love, which is again an IDEAL condition and is therefore, never supposed to happen, because you are supposed to Lose in LOVE. Well so now if you are quasi winner, you might take a potshot at me and say that you won in love, but you my friend always thought that you reached the point of Zilch, but it was never to be. Now point of Zilch has an interesting theory associated with it. When you try to put a cube or lets say a Box in perspective , you would notice that the box has different sides which are parallel to each other and perpendicular to others. To make it more simple a cube has two kinds of relationships between two sides. Either they are parallel to each other or are perpendicular to each other. If they touch each other, they are supposed to be perpendicular and if they don’t they are supposed to be parallel. So now, if the box is in perspective then it’s side need to diminish. So the parallel sides diminish in one direction and the perpendicular in other. The parallel sides never meet each other, but they always seem to meet.
Same is the case with two people in love, they are like the parallel sides which never meet but always SEEM to meet. So if you are in Love and by any chance have added an adjective to enhance it, like Marriage or Commitment don’t think that you have met, it signifies that you seem to meet and have been compromised to meet at an imaginary point. These people have a road ahead of them which makes them realize that Love is a hypothetical concept which nobody can Understand unless they have lost in it and well this is our CATCH-22 situation as if you already lost in it, then how can you win in it.
Well by now, you would probably understand the basic difference how a girl’s and a guy’s mind works. Ana was always conscious of appearance and metaphysical gains losses and interpretations while Nitin had a simple and philosophical way to live life. Life is Complicated and there is always a complicated comparison sometime somewhere. The biggest surprising aspect was when it came to the results Ana was always searching for the metaphysical aspect of their relationship, while Nitin was always how a professionally trained bastard can be, a true and a perfect guy, always interested in the physical aspect of the relationship. For her, he was always the metaphysical center of philosophy that looked to comprehend her lack of sense towards life and for him, she was a perfect body, from hairs to her toes, he could smell the divinity and could see everything other than metaphysical about that piece of meat. But life still brought them together, perhaps it thought that these were the non-touching sides of the box which always seemed to meet, at the point of Zilch, at an ideal point of vanish.
A lot of that later, you must be wondering who’s ana and whats her story and what’s her anger for, so let me try and explain then.
It’s a night I have always dreaded to write about….It was a story gone haywire….If only we both would have shown more restraint and here we were moaning what we had done.
They were living their peaceful lives unless there was a storm and they stumbled upon each other, It was a graceful day which had begun with lots of promises for her. She had boarded the early train from Pune and reached Hyderabad, about which she had heard a lot but had never got a chance to explore and here she was doing a critique on the city, it’s habits, it’s mannerisms and its self-assuaded brashness which had been always an integral part of its characters. She was struggling to meet time since morning because her editor had impressed upon her to wear ethnic and appear in front of the editor of the newspaper she was about to meet.
Here she was draped in a peach coloured saree wondering whether her blouse was over-shining her dossier of innocence. She cursed her sense of colours and remembered the big prank they played over her in college. Agreed it was a girls college all right but it was embarassing nonetheless when she was persuaded to wear red coloured brasserie under the snow-white salwar which she had so fondly brought from FC road. Ok Ok it was cheap and not branded but who cared, at least it shone everything out unless that dreaded day when the red brasserie seemed to be the communist flag flaying the peace she tried to portray throughout the college. Gosh, still remember the looks of the poor lecturer who never could move his eyes from the communist flag hung on the steep poles of her draped adolescence.
But she was unaware why everybody was laughing and continued her chores, the only male lecturer she had who had a decent impression of her, flayed his analysis and gave his mind a sound lesson on working ethics and need to control the two eyeballs which had red filled in them. Anyways today was not so blatant as she had moved on to learn her lesson through an inspired bunch of friends who to her astonishment introduced her to the hidden video recording done behind her back, front of her chest rather literally and which had everyone in splits that evening.
She, just cursed her dressing sense and learned a valuable lesson in getting oneself scrutinised before leaving for work, scrutinising her appearance so that somebody might not curse her for wearing such “OBSCENE” clothes or maybe their integrity would not have to be challenged if she forgot to close a particular button or better still they might not have the Problem to jerk off because their chromosomes have been modified such that one mistake in her dressing might disturb their biological semblance with the environment and her character’s esteem with eternity.
It’s a world where you are judged by your dressing sense and funny still, there is no rules which govern a sense of it. So you might have been a guy some 10 years back and you would have looked good in shorts which only girl wear these days. Then the girls which you have always found in a pleasing salwar kurta had passed on the tradition to guys who would always be seen draped in a kurta and jeans, while girl wear all short of minis and short. Some years back world was screaming at its shrillest best to avoid purdah systems and letting girls live, while these days girls would always be seen with a scarve woven all over their place. Guys these days would be seen health conscious and wondering about their fitness while girls have flabby bodies and a jeans which is barely able to contain them and if somebody notices them from behind, even a guy is embarrassed to look at them.
The blare of a buzzer brought her alive from her imagination, here she was in the room waiting for the editor to grace her with her esteemed presence. She began to wonder what kindof aesthetic sense does an editor ought to have with her own and her office’s appearance. The big teak table in the Reception spoke volumes about the magnificence of the office behind which a rather meek stature was trying to hide herself from the ammo being aimed at her innocence. Well too meek to be a receptionist offcourse for a firebrand lady who was the editor of the most esteemed newspaper of Hyderabad. But then she thought that if she had an ego with a capital E she might not be sitting behind that teak table or rather she would be hanging by the very tree which made that teak, upside down. Well so was the reputation of the lady she was about to meet. Infact thinking of that she just had GooseBumps within her own stomach and wanted to comprehend her destiny soon to meet the much hyped ruckus behind that imposing door which smelled and looked of mahogany right from the time she entered the room.
The lady must have had expensive choices to maintain such an office and a miser’s heart to preserve so much money for her office. That just reminded her of her boss who had this dagger draped in a smile always on his lips when he uttered even a single word about my compensation. Suddenly an intercom beep just brought her back to earth when the meek secretary tried to utter her name and instruct her to move towards the door which was about to change her life.
Nitin was having a tough time with his life. He had been a subject of a case of mirage in his daily life. They say you see mirages in daily life, it’s a case of not being habitual to a life and a lifestyle and suddenly being subjected to rigours of it. But he had to see a mirage in his real life, his daily chores, things he knew inside out. It was a case of reaching a dead-end on a road he took everyday. But love is such a thing, it induces mirages on your daily life and he was in love, at least he thought so.
I always wonder why somebody talks about LOVE, when that is a thing probably which nobody would ever be able to explain. But I can understand Ana’s DISILLUSION with me today, after all that’s what precisely happened to me 1 week before that fateful day. It was just another day in office for me when I met a girl and believe me she just tore apart the world in which I used to live. She was like a breath of fresh air to me when she met me at first and I just felt everything had changed perspective. During my Architecture classes one of the biggest and toughest things to understand and similarly explain were Perspectives in Visual Arts. It’s the diminishing theory which every visual image has. Like the two tracks of Railway which are always parallel to each other but seem to meet each other at eternity. Similarly they say that everything that moves parallel in theory seems to meet somewhere sometime in an imaginary point. That is the point of Zilch in Relationships, where and when you feel everything ceases to be different from each other and meets in unison at a particular point.
But the point of Zilch is hypothetical to be reached, you might not agree with me if you have won in love, which is again an IDEAL condition and is therefore, never supposed to happen, because you are supposed to Lose in LOVE. Well so now if you are quasi winner, you might take a potshot at me and say that you won in love, but you my friend always thought that you reached the point of Zilch, but it was never to be. Now point of Zilch has an interesting theory associated with it. When you try to put a cube or lets say a Box in perspective , you would notice that the box has different sides which are parallel to each other and perpendicular to others. To make it more simple a cube has two kinds of relationships between two sides. Either they are parallel to each other or are perpendicular to each other. If they touch each other, they are supposed to be perpendicular and if they don’t they are supposed to be parallel. So now, if the box is in perspective then it’s side need to diminish. So the parallel sides diminish in one direction and the perpendicular in other. The parallel sides never meet each other, but they always seem to meet.
Same is the case with two people in love, they are like the parallel sides which never meet but always SEEM to meet. So if you are in Love and by any chance have added an adjective to enhance it, like Marriage or Commitment don’t think that you have met, it signifies that you seem to meet and have been compromised to meet at an imaginary point. These people have a road ahead of them which makes them realize that Love is a hypothetical concept which nobody can Understand unless they have lost in it and well this is our CATCH-22 situation as if you already lost in it, then how can you win in it.
Well by now, you would probably understand the basic difference how a girl’s and a guy’s mind works. Ana was always conscious of appearance and metaphysical gains losses and interpretations while Nitin had a simple and philosophical way to live life. Life is Complicated and there is always a complicated comparison sometime somewhere. The biggest surprising aspect was when it came to the results Ana was always searching for the metaphysical aspect of their relationship, while Nitin was always how a professionally trained bastard can be, a true and a perfect guy, always interested in the physical aspect of the relationship. For her, he was always the metaphysical center of philosophy that looked to comprehend her lack of sense towards life and for him, she was a perfect body, from hairs to her toes, he could smell the divinity and could see everything other than metaphysical about that piece of meat. But life still brought them together, perhaps it thought that these were the non-touching sides of the box which always seemed to meet, at the point of Zilch, at an ideal point of vanish.
A lot of that later, you must be wondering who’s ana and whats her story and what’s her anger for, so let me try and explain then.
It’s a night I have always dreaded to write about….It was a story gone haywire….If only we both would have shown more restraint and here we were moaning what we had done.
They were living their peaceful lives unless there was a storm and they stumbled upon each other, It was a graceful day which had begun with lots of promises for her. She had boarded the early train from Pune and reached Hyderabad, about which she had heard a lot but had never got a chance to explore and here she was doing a critique on the city, it’s habits, it’s mannerisms and its self-assuaded brashness which had been always an integral part of its characters. She was struggling to meet time since morning because her editor had impressed upon her to wear ethnic and appear in front of the editor of the newspaper she was about to meet.
Here she was draped in a peach coloured saree wondering whether her blouse was over-shining her dossier of innocence. She cursed her sense of colours and remembered the big prank they played over her in college. Agreed it was a girls college all right but it was embarassing nonetheless when she was persuaded to wear red coloured brasserie under the snow-white salwar which she had so fondly brought from FC road. Ok Ok it was cheap and not branded but who cared, at least it shone everything out unless that dreaded day when the red brasserie seemed to be the communist flag flaying the peace she tried to portray throughout the college. Gosh, still remember the looks of the poor lecturer who never could move his eyes from the communist flag hung on the steep poles of her draped adolescence.
But she was unaware why everybody was laughing and continued her chores, the only male lecturer she had who had a decent impression of her, flayed his analysis and gave his mind a sound lesson on working ethics and need to control the two eyeballs which had red filled in them. Anyways today was not so blatant as she had moved on to learn her lesson through an inspired bunch of friends who to her astonishment introduced her to the hidden video recording done behind her back, front of her chest rather literally and which had everyone in splits that evening.
She, just cursed her dressing sense and learned a valuable lesson in getting oneself scrutinised before leaving for work, scrutinising her appearance so that somebody might not curse her for wearing such “OBSCENE” clothes or maybe their integrity would not have to be challenged if she forgot to close a particular button or better still they might not have the Problem to jerk off because their chromosomes have been modified such that one mistake in her dressing might disturb their biological semblance with the environment and her character’s esteem with eternity.
It’s a world where you are judged by your dressing sense and funny still, there is no rules which govern a sense of it. So you might have been a guy some 10 years back and you would have looked good in shorts which only girl wear these days. Then the girls which you have always found in a pleasing salwar kurta had passed on the tradition to guys who would always be seen draped in a kurta and jeans, while girl wear all short of minis and short. Some years back world was screaming at its shrillest best to avoid purdah systems and letting girls live, while these days girls would always be seen with a scarve woven all over their place. Guys these days would be seen health conscious and wondering about their fitness while girls have flabby bodies and a jeans which is barely able to contain them and if somebody notices them from behind, even a guy is embarrassed to look at them.
The blare of a buzzer brought her alive from her imagination, here she was in the room waiting for the editor to grace her with her esteemed presence. She began to wonder what kindof aesthetic sense does an editor ought to have with her own and her office’s appearance. The big teak table in the Reception spoke volumes about the magnificence of the office behind which a rather meek stature was trying to hide herself from the ammo being aimed at her innocence. Well too meek to be a receptionist offcourse for a firebrand lady who was the editor of the most esteemed newspaper of Hyderabad. But then she thought that if she had an ego with a capital E she might not be sitting behind that teak table or rather she would be hanging by the very tree which made that teak, upside down. Well so was the reputation of the lady she was about to meet. Infact thinking of that she just had GooseBumps within her own stomach and wanted to comprehend her destiny soon to meet the much hyped ruckus behind that imposing door which smelled and looked of mahogany right from the time she entered the room.
The lady must have had expensive choices to maintain such an office and a miser’s heart to preserve so much money for her office. That just reminded her of her boss who had this dagger draped in a smile always on his lips when he uttered even a single word about my compensation. Suddenly an intercom beep just brought her back to earth when the meek secretary tried to utter her name and instruct her to move towards the door which was about to change her life.
Nitin was having a tough time with his life. He had been a subject of a case of mirage in his daily life. They say you see mirages in daily life, it’s a case of not being habitual to a life and a lifestyle and suddenly being subjected to rigours of it. But he had to see a mirage in his real life, his daily chores, things he knew inside out. It was a case of reaching a dead-end on a road he took everyday. But love is such a thing, it induces mirages on your daily life and he was in love, at least he thought so.
ALMA MATER...4th Note
So it’s a new day again and I am back and I want to talk about a place which would just lighten you up. But would like to tell you that this story is not batch specific and youjust have to replace the character from one of his kind in your own batch. The characters are the same, just names are different.
Though this was not my favourite place but a lot of people reading this would disagree with me. This used to be a socialist place, when I say that a lot of people would ask me what it means. Well in a jungle there is a place where you find water and that place is worth watching because all the animals come and drink water there. From lion to a rabbit, everybody everyday comes to that place and this was such a place. Initially it used to have open courtyards where you could have an eye whether a professor was coming and so you got a chance to smoke. As soon as students saw the predator coming they took strategic positions to vanish if required. You were always on your toes, but a question would come why anybody would go to such a risky place, answer is all the gossips were born here.
Any new affair, you just had to visit a place and observe and you would find a new gossip brewing. Lecturer sitting together was a masala to connoisseur’s eyes and everybody went there to upgrade his knowledge about college current affairs. If you wanted to hold the pulse of the college it was right there and it is anybody’s guess, yes its our college canteen.
Enter the place and you would find the entire computer gang sitting on the first bench, people like kumbhu(rumoured to have wasted all his money on beauties of their batch) mama and mami(happily married now) and priyank ji controlling the proceedings. What was he doing there I have never been able to understand, but he always seemed to have that wicked smile on his face when he saw his group guy’s (people like kala) looking at him with awe. Adjacent to the table you would find doody and jassi controlling the proceedings with the frequent sly comments about every girl sitting on the other table and accompanying them were a lot of people. Now those people were never important as they might claim about themselves but they were the extras that are always standing behind the heroes and villain in the movie. They are the same people who never matter to anybody, whether they live die sleep jump, as long as they keep on giving their piece of advise in between which kept the commentary of jassi and doody moving.
Behind them you would find a table on which electronics batch would be sitting. These people are one of its kinds and I would like to describe them in detail. They are the people who never attend college, I mean they come but never have classes, but still they feel that they are the best dudes around. Every junior girl should crave for them, every senior should beware of them and every guy should respect them. What happened was always the opposite. Every senior laughed at them, every junior girl tried to avoid them and every batchmate made fun of them, but still this was the self-proclaimed best group of the college. You would find saurabh arora with a rupee in his hand who would claim to entice every girl to pay for him, Ashish narang who would pay for everybody around and try to talk to every girl, Prashant mangla type people who would get ready from room, do pooja daily in morning and then come and sit in canteen. I always used to wonder why was he praying at room, maybe he wanted to go lucky with girls or get an extra samosa that day and this “fundoo” group has people which it attracts who think that this is the best group.
These people are Mrinal Prasad Yadav types who had to bunk their classes as well to match up the electronics, and to make the entire chemical batch of frustrated guys jealous who were like a bunch of 35-40 odd people, mind you it’s a group of 35-40 people but no single guy. What I mean is it doesn’t matter who those people are but yaa they are found in bunches, travel in hordes and are jealous of every group that has traces of girls.
Let me see whose sitting on the next table, ohh yaa this is a branch which is unique to our college only, because you wont find it in any other college, surprise surprise these are metallurgy guys, Now I know it would be tough for people who haven’t been in MNIT to understand what that means but lets just rest it at some mumbo jumbo which nobody is interested to know, even they are not interested so why should we talk about it.
These guys are most underrated in the college and are the most talented batch of people, at least that’s what they think. They are generally found smooching from the rooftops and people in electronics batch(including their lecturers looking and getting excited by it). I still remember the day when everybody was running around telling everybody to collect at electronics branch balcony as their was the best view possible, I went there as well but strictly in the capacity of reporter to notice that two people were trying to pin each other down with high adrenaline and lots of energy on display at such maddening heat. I was taken aback by their dedication towards college that they had to do it at the rooftop and assume that nobody was watching, and when they went inside in the canteen, the stadium erupted with huge roar as if they were sehwag and gautam gambhir returning to pavilion after a successful first session against Australia on the first test match. But anyways otherwise these people are most harmonious people on the college and as they have a less girl-guy ratio they prefer to roam in groups and four guys take turn to talk to one girl in complete harmony. Mechanical Civil and electrical guys are also sitting their somewhere but its not important to talk about them here, they are mostly insignificant to everything, and IT well I have covered them with computer as they don’t have anything of their own, its all borrowed from computer branch.
If you are wondering where is architecture, they are either sleeping in hostel or boozing in afternoon only and if thadi has opened they are sitting there. We as a branch avoid going to canteen and being seen there, but yes one incident comes to my mind when we were trying to sit in cafeteria and bunking class as we had not prepared our submission and suddenly we saw entire branch teachers coming to the canteen. As soon as we saw the predators, the entire branch ran in unison towards the back door as the danger was near and somehow we ran over the tables jumped around the chairs to make a dash to the back door and as fate would have it, few of us made out and crouched just outside the gate. Now it’s a tricky situation because the lecturers we noted were seated on a table which gave the clear view of the back gate on their right side and few of them were staring towards our side. Rest of the guys were stuck inside which made it a tough case for them to escape as the gate was visible so they were crouched near the toilet which housed all the piss which day scholars could muster in the entire day. You can imagine how stinking it would be, and suddenly these guys noticed a lecturer coming to drink water there due to which they went inside and occupied one urinal each, at that point kala and chacha would have cursed their luck as:
(a) No hosteller ever likes to smell the stink of day scholars piss
(b) Our lecturer pareek had to pee after drinking water!!!!
And rest as they say, IS HISTORY!!!
Though this was not my favourite place but a lot of people reading this would disagree with me. This used to be a socialist place, when I say that a lot of people would ask me what it means. Well in a jungle there is a place where you find water and that place is worth watching because all the animals come and drink water there. From lion to a rabbit, everybody everyday comes to that place and this was such a place. Initially it used to have open courtyards where you could have an eye whether a professor was coming and so you got a chance to smoke. As soon as students saw the predator coming they took strategic positions to vanish if required. You were always on your toes, but a question would come why anybody would go to such a risky place, answer is all the gossips were born here.
Any new affair, you just had to visit a place and observe and you would find a new gossip brewing. Lecturer sitting together was a masala to connoisseur’s eyes and everybody went there to upgrade his knowledge about college current affairs. If you wanted to hold the pulse of the college it was right there and it is anybody’s guess, yes its our college canteen.
Enter the place and you would find the entire computer gang sitting on the first bench, people like kumbhu(rumoured to have wasted all his money on beauties of their batch) mama and mami(happily married now) and priyank ji controlling the proceedings. What was he doing there I have never been able to understand, but he always seemed to have that wicked smile on his face when he saw his group guy’s (people like kala) looking at him with awe. Adjacent to the table you would find doody and jassi controlling the proceedings with the frequent sly comments about every girl sitting on the other table and accompanying them were a lot of people. Now those people were never important as they might claim about themselves but they were the extras that are always standing behind the heroes and villain in the movie. They are the same people who never matter to anybody, whether they live die sleep jump, as long as they keep on giving their piece of advise in between which kept the commentary of jassi and doody moving.
Behind them you would find a table on which electronics batch would be sitting. These people are one of its kinds and I would like to describe them in detail. They are the people who never attend college, I mean they come but never have classes, but still they feel that they are the best dudes around. Every junior girl should crave for them, every senior should beware of them and every guy should respect them. What happened was always the opposite. Every senior laughed at them, every junior girl tried to avoid them and every batchmate made fun of them, but still this was the self-proclaimed best group of the college. You would find saurabh arora with a rupee in his hand who would claim to entice every girl to pay for him, Ashish narang who would pay for everybody around and try to talk to every girl, Prashant mangla type people who would get ready from room, do pooja daily in morning and then come and sit in canteen. I always used to wonder why was he praying at room, maybe he wanted to go lucky with girls or get an extra samosa that day and this “fundoo” group has people which it attracts who think that this is the best group.
These people are Mrinal Prasad Yadav types who had to bunk their classes as well to match up the electronics, and to make the entire chemical batch of frustrated guys jealous who were like a bunch of 35-40 odd people, mind you it’s a group of 35-40 people but no single guy. What I mean is it doesn’t matter who those people are but yaa they are found in bunches, travel in hordes and are jealous of every group that has traces of girls.
Let me see whose sitting on the next table, ohh yaa this is a branch which is unique to our college only, because you wont find it in any other college, surprise surprise these are metallurgy guys, Now I know it would be tough for people who haven’t been in MNIT to understand what that means but lets just rest it at some mumbo jumbo which nobody is interested to know, even they are not interested so why should we talk about it.
These guys are most underrated in the college and are the most talented batch of people, at least that’s what they think. They are generally found smooching from the rooftops and people in electronics batch(including their lecturers looking and getting excited by it). I still remember the day when everybody was running around telling everybody to collect at electronics branch balcony as their was the best view possible, I went there as well but strictly in the capacity of reporter to notice that two people were trying to pin each other down with high adrenaline and lots of energy on display at such maddening heat. I was taken aback by their dedication towards college that they had to do it at the rooftop and assume that nobody was watching, and when they went inside in the canteen, the stadium erupted with huge roar as if they were sehwag and gautam gambhir returning to pavilion after a successful first session against Australia on the first test match. But anyways otherwise these people are most harmonious people on the college and as they have a less girl-guy ratio they prefer to roam in groups and four guys take turn to talk to one girl in complete harmony. Mechanical Civil and electrical guys are also sitting their somewhere but its not important to talk about them here, they are mostly insignificant to everything, and IT well I have covered them with computer as they don’t have anything of their own, its all borrowed from computer branch.
If you are wondering where is architecture, they are either sleeping in hostel or boozing in afternoon only and if thadi has opened they are sitting there. We as a branch avoid going to canteen and being seen there, but yes one incident comes to my mind when we were trying to sit in cafeteria and bunking class as we had not prepared our submission and suddenly we saw entire branch teachers coming to the canteen. As soon as we saw the predators, the entire branch ran in unison towards the back door as the danger was near and somehow we ran over the tables jumped around the chairs to make a dash to the back door and as fate would have it, few of us made out and crouched just outside the gate. Now it’s a tricky situation because the lecturers we noted were seated on a table which gave the clear view of the back gate on their right side and few of them were staring towards our side. Rest of the guys were stuck inside which made it a tough case for them to escape as the gate was visible so they were crouched near the toilet which housed all the piss which day scholars could muster in the entire day. You can imagine how stinking it would be, and suddenly these guys noticed a lecturer coming to drink water there due to which they went inside and occupied one urinal each, at that point kala and chacha would have cursed their luck as:
(a) No hosteller ever likes to smell the stink of day scholars piss
(b) Our lecturer pareek had to pee after drinking water!!!!
And rest as they say, IS HISTORY!!!
ALMA MATER-----GPL
GPL....yaa u guessed it write this is about Gaa** pey laat...but as it is a public forum lets call it Guard pey laat...not offensive nd yet produces the same effect. Everyone has a guard, which has been called with different expletives in popular terms, Tashreef, Tohfa, Rozi....words are few to describe the soft spot.
But we are talking here what happens when 500 odd people of same batch are kept in collective set of hostels nearby and they need to celebrate. They celebrate the occasion by gifting GPL's to the man of the moment and it might sound strange but the effect intended is not by the hit, but the fear you have when a person steps on the podium around you to give that fearsome hit. That 5 seconds of anticipation are an eternity to comprehend and when a person like dorjee stands there to take the free-hit on ur guard...u can feel a wave of trauma travel down your spine. GPL's have been a pride of MNIT and they come on all happy occasions. People like doody, who have hundreds of people conglomerating on their birthdays and they, responding with a maniac laughter throughout while they are carted for a six with every kick. Then there are the whiners like saurabh arora and Mrinal, who just cry with every kick, that this was fiercely hit and this is not a way, we all are civilised and we should not do such things. Most amazing are people lik Allistair and Ritesh Bansal with whom you never know where the guard stops and the legs start so you would have everybody hitting them nearly everywhere from their knees to abdomen. Tall people like vibhor who take every hit on their knees.
Then there are the kick takers, who wait for such occasions to revel, most infamous are people like dangar who are your biggest friends for that day and who would get together to hit you at every occasion. I still remember Dangar had given interview of Infosys and frustrated after not getting selected, i thought it would be good to console him and take him away from there. A minute before , a guy who was frustrated after not getting selected had loosened his tie, shirt was filled with sweat and he was hitting ferocious GPL's to everybody who was selected. He was the same kid who has failed in an exam but he sees some kids playing marbles outside his school and he forgets his books innocently and starts playing with them. I was amazed with the dedication he was hitting everybody, (sigh) hope same dedication had been put in studies.
But i am still surprised why everybody wants to hit you at that spot, whats about it which makes it attractive to hit at. especially tell me you were born on that day, so you need to take that hit every year, were you born to be hit at your guard like that? and then you have got a new job, new life and for that you should take a hit on your guard?I am very sure if you are married and expecting a kid someday, just be aware you might have 5-10 guys from MNIT running around in the hospital to give you GPL....
But we are talking here what happens when 500 odd people of same batch are kept in collective set of hostels nearby and they need to celebrate. They celebrate the occasion by gifting GPL's to the man of the moment and it might sound strange but the effect intended is not by the hit, but the fear you have when a person steps on the podium around you to give that fearsome hit. That 5 seconds of anticipation are an eternity to comprehend and when a person like dorjee stands there to take the free-hit on ur guard...u can feel a wave of trauma travel down your spine. GPL's have been a pride of MNIT and they come on all happy occasions. People like doody, who have hundreds of people conglomerating on their birthdays and they, responding with a maniac laughter throughout while they are carted for a six with every kick. Then there are the whiners like saurabh arora and Mrinal, who just cry with every kick, that this was fiercely hit and this is not a way, we all are civilised and we should not do such things. Most amazing are people lik Allistair and Ritesh Bansal with whom you never know where the guard stops and the legs start so you would have everybody hitting them nearly everywhere from their knees to abdomen. Tall people like vibhor who take every hit on their knees.
Then there are the kick takers, who wait for such occasions to revel, most infamous are people like dangar who are your biggest friends for that day and who would get together to hit you at every occasion. I still remember Dangar had given interview of Infosys and frustrated after not getting selected, i thought it would be good to console him and take him away from there. A minute before , a guy who was frustrated after not getting selected had loosened his tie, shirt was filled with sweat and he was hitting ferocious GPL's to everybody who was selected. He was the same kid who has failed in an exam but he sees some kids playing marbles outside his school and he forgets his books innocently and starts playing with them. I was amazed with the dedication he was hitting everybody, (sigh) hope same dedication had been put in studies.
But i am still surprised why everybody wants to hit you at that spot, whats about it which makes it attractive to hit at. especially tell me you were born on that day, so you need to take that hit every year, were you born to be hit at your guard like that? and then you have got a new job, new life and for that you should take a hit on your guard?I am very sure if you are married and expecting a kid someday, just be aware you might have 5-10 guys from MNIT running around in the hospital to give you GPL....
Eternity...Void...and all that lies beyond
Sitting back on her chair, comfortably, she spoke . His eyes were concentrating on her face and her mouth as she spoke carefully, truthfully, and with the kind of fluidity that comes with great effort- when one talks about things one knows, but seldom talks about.
It was always the eyes he lived for and the way she stared at him made him swoon on his feet. “Were you ever aware how I felt when you were giving away your life in a void, do You realize it’s Now what matters to your life, Not what yesterday or what tomorrow would mean.” Was all that he could say with his gaze but did it reach her was all he wondered.
"It's not about now or forever", he heard her say. "I'm not comfortable with time..."
Her gaze was fixed vaguely in his direction. There seemed to be a hint of frown on her face for a moment, and then she relaxed her eyes again. Her eyes looked as though they were looking at earth for the first time. Was she the same girl he was ready to wait for eternity, had to be the way that gaze had a void in it which somehow told him that he could just wander in it seamlessly and never get lost and the way it gelled with the frown so as to suggest that she did not like him wandering so far inside the eyes so that she could never pull him out. And when she relaxed her eyes, they just told him it was OK, that it did not matter wherever he wandered in the dark because the light was on the horizon, the morning was nearby and the light would guide him to the unbridled emotions he wanted to feel, wanted to touch. Just wanted to be with her.
He saw her speak again. Her tone was stable and she was not in a hurry. She was not confused.
"I'm not lost." She looked at him for some time. She didn't know if he would understand if she tried to explain.
"But when you find yourself," she continued, "...when you understand the things happening to you... and it ends abruptly... it's left behind like just a chapter, while a complete story is what it was meant to be. Everything I thought I'd be till my last breath and my ways... don't seem... relevant.
"He always got the best out of me. You know him. But I can't thank him. It wouldn't be fair... on me... You know, I understood his most bizarre ideas. I could always make sense of his irrelevant speech. It was his way. His genius amazed all. His ways perplexed all, except me. And he knew it.
"He knew it... I know that. He told me how to come to a conclusion, and how never to tell yourself you came to one, and just act. Act.
"I, for the matter, thought. And he acted finally. Finally he left me behind... perplexed."
At this point, she was looking straight at him. He was grasping all that she said.
He wanted to tell her that was exactly how he felt about her, He always felt but could never speak, he always found her lost in him whenever he was near and she was always oblivious of his presence lost in his best friend. But he always listened to what she had to say with the mute eyes, he could live in the eternity of those forever.
He was glad to be a spectator because sometimes the beauty of the game is not to play in it, but to be a mute observer and get lost in it. To understand what it means to you and to communicate what you always wanted but would never have to speak for it. But her stare had a different look today, it did’nt have that similar zilch for him, but had an enormity within them. They seemed to notice him today, notice that he was looking at her, he wondered if she could hear what his eyes said but that was not to be. Those treacherous eyes did’nt want to speak, they wanted to listen, from him and for her.
Her glance seemed to ask for answers. But he knew he had to let her speak. He remained quiet as she looked away, slowly.
"Everything I have with you is so direct. Sometimes I wonder if I'm all wrong" she said calmly.
"Look at this," she contemplated aloud, "I could never say these things to him. And though I have nothing to gain or lose from him any more. But look at it. Do I want to be understood or do I have to be understood? Must I understand simply or must I claim the Gods talk to me? The perfect silences of other realms... It was the best way i knew.
"But may be now i know better..."
He seemed to calculate. She looked at him again. He thought there was longing, not in her face, in her eyes. Something that was not meant to be seen by him. But he grew more sure of it when she wouldn't take her eyes off him, however unknowingly.
The simple look on her face spoke very little. It was free of malice, and very uncomplicated. Her body was relaxed.
"What we can do with words, we can't do with anything else. That's who I need. And I... should be needed in that way. I'm doubting this. Alright. But I'm telling you I'm doubtful. And that's what I need."
He was quivering in his paces by now, was she for true, was this moment for true, was he being summoned from the almighty of weird chances to answer the call. I want to say it, he shouted out loud. But nobody could hear, he looked here and there but just did’nt seem to have the courage to speak up. She was all he idolized, right from the first day, when his friend introduced him to her, he never felt that he could believe in God again. Believe his claims to be fair, because she was all he wanted. And here she was, reminiscing all she had done. But was it good for her, was she not all he loved? And if he did was this what he wanted for her? He wanted her to be happy, not upset with herself, but perhaps this was the day, this was the clog he was waiting to fill all his life. He wanted to be there for her and tell her that she could wander, because it was alright to be lost sometimes in life. To lose oneself so that we appreciate whatever we manage to find of ourselves, when we do. Suddenly the eye contact broke and he couldn’t help thinking that she came back to soon, no, this is not in the script, he said, she needs to wander, needs to move to find herself.
She looked at her own lap and was frowning. Barely half a minute. She was soon looking back at him. This time, really waiting. He stayed. The controlled intensity on her face was inducing intensity in his own self. She very simply hid all the longing behind a composed, easy look.
After some silence, her eyes felt heavy, and she closed them. Some time passed. She could sit that way forever. In his presence. To her, it felt more easy than solitude. Some more time passed.
He got up looking at her, walked a few paces and went to stand behind her chair, his back towards hers. After a moment, she turned behind, and looked at him with the same blank eyes. Her eyes followed his eyes that were fixed at hers as he walked round the chair and carefully took her left hand into both his hands. He paused, and then bent down to her. She closed her eyes almost immediately and lowered her face.
His grip over her hand was surety reassured. He knew who she was. The leaning figure that disturbed the air around was imposing to her mind. She felt his body incline towards hers, approaching it. She heard him breathing close to her own face. What followed was a firm kiss on her cheek. He then withdrew. He looked at her, fully, and said, "You'll find him one day." And he went away.
Sitting back on her chair, she tried to figure out if she was living. She was falling asleep. Her body was relaxed. She was all wrong.
It was always the eyes he lived for and the way she stared at him made him swoon on his feet. “Were you ever aware how I felt when you were giving away your life in a void, do You realize it’s Now what matters to your life, Not what yesterday or what tomorrow would mean.” Was all that he could say with his gaze but did it reach her was all he wondered.
"It's not about now or forever", he heard her say. "I'm not comfortable with time..."
Her gaze was fixed vaguely in his direction. There seemed to be a hint of frown on her face for a moment, and then she relaxed her eyes again. Her eyes looked as though they were looking at earth for the first time. Was she the same girl he was ready to wait for eternity, had to be the way that gaze had a void in it which somehow told him that he could just wander in it seamlessly and never get lost and the way it gelled with the frown so as to suggest that she did not like him wandering so far inside the eyes so that she could never pull him out. And when she relaxed her eyes, they just told him it was OK, that it did not matter wherever he wandered in the dark because the light was on the horizon, the morning was nearby and the light would guide him to the unbridled emotions he wanted to feel, wanted to touch. Just wanted to be with her.
He saw her speak again. Her tone was stable and she was not in a hurry. She was not confused.
"I'm not lost." She looked at him for some time. She didn't know if he would understand if she tried to explain.
"But when you find yourself," she continued, "...when you understand the things happening to you... and it ends abruptly... it's left behind like just a chapter, while a complete story is what it was meant to be. Everything I thought I'd be till my last breath and my ways... don't seem... relevant.
"He always got the best out of me. You know him. But I can't thank him. It wouldn't be fair... on me... You know, I understood his most bizarre ideas. I could always make sense of his irrelevant speech. It was his way. His genius amazed all. His ways perplexed all, except me. And he knew it.
"He knew it... I know that. He told me how to come to a conclusion, and how never to tell yourself you came to one, and just act. Act.
"I, for the matter, thought. And he acted finally. Finally he left me behind... perplexed."
At this point, she was looking straight at him. He was grasping all that she said.
He wanted to tell her that was exactly how he felt about her, He always felt but could never speak, he always found her lost in him whenever he was near and she was always oblivious of his presence lost in his best friend. But he always listened to what she had to say with the mute eyes, he could live in the eternity of those forever.
He was glad to be a spectator because sometimes the beauty of the game is not to play in it, but to be a mute observer and get lost in it. To understand what it means to you and to communicate what you always wanted but would never have to speak for it. But her stare had a different look today, it did’nt have that similar zilch for him, but had an enormity within them. They seemed to notice him today, notice that he was looking at her, he wondered if she could hear what his eyes said but that was not to be. Those treacherous eyes did’nt want to speak, they wanted to listen, from him and for her.
Her glance seemed to ask for answers. But he knew he had to let her speak. He remained quiet as she looked away, slowly.
"Everything I have with you is so direct. Sometimes I wonder if I'm all wrong" she said calmly.
"Look at this," she contemplated aloud, "I could never say these things to him. And though I have nothing to gain or lose from him any more. But look at it. Do I want to be understood or do I have to be understood? Must I understand simply or must I claim the Gods talk to me? The perfect silences of other realms... It was the best way i knew.
"But may be now i know better..."
He seemed to calculate. She looked at him again. He thought there was longing, not in her face, in her eyes. Something that was not meant to be seen by him. But he grew more sure of it when she wouldn't take her eyes off him, however unknowingly.
The simple look on her face spoke very little. It was free of malice, and very uncomplicated. Her body was relaxed.
"What we can do with words, we can't do with anything else. That's who I need. And I... should be needed in that way. I'm doubting this. Alright. But I'm telling you I'm doubtful. And that's what I need."
He was quivering in his paces by now, was she for true, was this moment for true, was he being summoned from the almighty of weird chances to answer the call. I want to say it, he shouted out loud. But nobody could hear, he looked here and there but just did’nt seem to have the courage to speak up. She was all he idolized, right from the first day, when his friend introduced him to her, he never felt that he could believe in God again. Believe his claims to be fair, because she was all he wanted. And here she was, reminiscing all she had done. But was it good for her, was she not all he loved? And if he did was this what he wanted for her? He wanted her to be happy, not upset with herself, but perhaps this was the day, this was the clog he was waiting to fill all his life. He wanted to be there for her and tell her that she could wander, because it was alright to be lost sometimes in life. To lose oneself so that we appreciate whatever we manage to find of ourselves, when we do. Suddenly the eye contact broke and he couldn’t help thinking that she came back to soon, no, this is not in the script, he said, she needs to wander, needs to move to find herself.
She looked at her own lap and was frowning. Barely half a minute. She was soon looking back at him. This time, really waiting. He stayed. The controlled intensity on her face was inducing intensity in his own self. She very simply hid all the longing behind a composed, easy look.
After some silence, her eyes felt heavy, and she closed them. Some time passed. She could sit that way forever. In his presence. To her, it felt more easy than solitude. Some more time passed.
He got up looking at her, walked a few paces and went to stand behind her chair, his back towards hers. After a moment, she turned behind, and looked at him with the same blank eyes. Her eyes followed his eyes that were fixed at hers as he walked round the chair and carefully took her left hand into both his hands. He paused, and then bent down to her. She closed her eyes almost immediately and lowered her face.
His grip over her hand was surety reassured. He knew who she was. The leaning figure that disturbed the air around was imposing to her mind. She felt his body incline towards hers, approaching it. She heard him breathing close to her own face. What followed was a firm kiss on her cheek. He then withdrew. He looked at her, fully, and said, "You'll find him one day." And he went away.
Sitting back on her chair, she tried to figure out if she was living. She was falling asleep. Her body was relaxed. She was all wrong.
Chhod Do
Pitaji ney kahaa Aalas chhod do
Maa ney bolaa jyaada sona chhod do
behen ney bola kanjoosi chhod do
bhai ney bola ladkiyo k baare mein advise karna chhod do
Duniya ney kaha Architecture chhod do
Architecture waalo ney bola IT chhod do
Managers ney bola paise k peeche bhaagna chhod do
Navendu ney bola funde dena chhod do
Khandu ney bola Navendu pey bharosa karna chhod do
Sameep ney bola doosre kii naukri karna chhod do
Bibhu ney bola mujhe kaam karne kii hidaayat dena chhod do
Allistair ney kaha monalisa meri painting hain ussko pareshaan karna chhod do
Kake ney bola shaadi ko naa kehna chhod do
Madhavan Sekar ney kahaa you cannot do it...koshish chhod do
Pranay ney kahaa Sapne dekhna chhod do
Ashu ney kaha kahaan yaar duniya kii kyaa sochte ho sochna hii chhod do
Mangla ney kahaa bakc**di chhod do
Vibhor ney kahaa chupchaap batao mangla kya kar raha hain baaki sab chhod do
Mohit chachu bole Bhaiyyan Times chhod do
Bairwa ney bola topo chhod do
Ashu ney bola humaari class kii ladkiyo pey line maarna chhod do
Vikrant(Meta) ney bola boss Chu**ya banaana chhod do
Mulle ney bola meri baaton ko samajhne ki koshish chhod do
Tomar ney bola grow up dude..puraani harkatein chhod do
Sanil bhai bole juice k paise do bachna chhod do
Daangar bola mujhe chain sey jeene do meri lena chhod do
Rathod ney kaha abb hyderabad chhod do
chhichhore doston ney bola wohh laal waali meri hain ussey chhod do
college ki ladkiyon ney kaha badtameezi chhod do
Moku aur Mayur ney kaha Keane chhod do
Vikku ney kahaa IT chhod do
Maharaj ney kahaa fasal kaat ke ghar pey chhod do
Dhillu ney kaha meri nayii gaadi kii panni utaarna chhod do
Yadav jii bole shaadi kii criticism chhod do
Jha bhai bole unke gaane kaa mazzak udaana chhod do
Paresh boss bole meri gaadi sey chalna chhod do
Nauman bole abbe abb tohh kaam karle bachkaani harkatein chhod do
Abb tum kehtii ho tumhe bhii chhod do....tohh lo tum bhii chhoot jaao
Kis Kis ko gaaiye Kis Kis ko roiiye Aaram badii cheez hain Muuh dhakk ke soiiye
Maa ney bolaa jyaada sona chhod do
behen ney bola kanjoosi chhod do
bhai ney bola ladkiyo k baare mein advise karna chhod do
Duniya ney kaha Architecture chhod do
Architecture waalo ney bola IT chhod do
Managers ney bola paise k peeche bhaagna chhod do
Navendu ney bola funde dena chhod do
Khandu ney bola Navendu pey bharosa karna chhod do
Sameep ney bola doosre kii naukri karna chhod do
Bibhu ney bola mujhe kaam karne kii hidaayat dena chhod do
Allistair ney kaha monalisa meri painting hain ussko pareshaan karna chhod do
Kake ney bola shaadi ko naa kehna chhod do
Madhavan Sekar ney kahaa you cannot do it...koshish chhod do
Pranay ney kahaa Sapne dekhna chhod do
Ashu ney kaha kahaan yaar duniya kii kyaa sochte ho sochna hii chhod do
Mangla ney kahaa bakc**di chhod do
Vibhor ney kahaa chupchaap batao mangla kya kar raha hain baaki sab chhod do
Mohit chachu bole Bhaiyyan Times chhod do
Bairwa ney bola topo chhod do
Ashu ney bola humaari class kii ladkiyo pey line maarna chhod do
Vikrant(Meta) ney bola boss Chu**ya banaana chhod do
Mulle ney bola meri baaton ko samajhne ki koshish chhod do
Tomar ney bola grow up dude..puraani harkatein chhod do
Sanil bhai bole juice k paise do bachna chhod do
Daangar bola mujhe chain sey jeene do meri lena chhod do
Rathod ney kaha abb hyderabad chhod do
chhichhore doston ney bola wohh laal waali meri hain ussey chhod do
college ki ladkiyon ney kaha badtameezi chhod do
Moku aur Mayur ney kaha Keane chhod do
Vikku ney kahaa IT chhod do
Maharaj ney kahaa fasal kaat ke ghar pey chhod do
Dhillu ney kaha meri nayii gaadi kii panni utaarna chhod do
Yadav jii bole shaadi kii criticism chhod do
Jha bhai bole unke gaane kaa mazzak udaana chhod do
Paresh boss bole meri gaadi sey chalna chhod do
Nauman bole abbe abb tohh kaam karle bachkaani harkatein chhod do
Abb tum kehtii ho tumhe bhii chhod do....tohh lo tum bhii chhoot jaao
Kis Kis ko gaaiye Kis Kis ko roiiye Aaram badii cheez hain Muuh dhakk ke soiiye
My Resignation E-mail from Keane
Hi all,
Well here it is what everybody was waiting for!!!!!!!!
They say its not easy writing this mail, But I guess everybody has to do this tough work some day, and here comes my day. Believe me I have been waiting for last 2 months to write this mail so I expect you and thank you to have loads of patience to get through this epic last mail from my Keane id.
Every first has its own charm and charisma, in that regard I would thank Keane for being my first company and introducing me to the software world.
When I stepped into the software world I had an introduction to awesome democratic set-up which seemed to be the best to have worked for. In fact, You had to enter any room and say anything, No questions were asked. Here I was introduced to Vijender Kumar, one of the best Managers whom you could hope to get and idolize your professional life around. He has indeed been my friend, philosopher and guide within this setup. Then the person I would like to thank would be Krishna, who had immense knowledge with him but then we had our share of differences which I thought were there just to prove that we both were human beings. I just hope he now gets a new manager who is just like he was to me J.
But like every Hindi Movie there had to be a villain and As a matter of fact, here was where I saw an unrelenting management who was never ready to buckle and who just didn’t seem to care to our shouts shrieks and continuous wailing for our salary which never increased.
But anyways, let bygones be bygones and let this mail be what it is, My Last working-day Mail.
In fact I just don’t feel that I am composing a last working day mail, instead I feel as if I am being given some lifetime achievement award for spending my time in Keane (spreading rumours in Keane rather) and I would just like to thank everybody who was involved in making of it. My first thanks would go to Mr. Mayank Gupta, my friend colleague classmate and the devil’s advocate who told me that Keane was above Oracle and below Microsoft(in cyber towers off course) and persuaded me to join this company. Thanks buddy, you have been a true friend, infact whenever I had the itch to jump in a ditch you always ensured that your hand was the first one which pushed me into it.
Well I remember every incident word by word and picture by picture spent with fellow Spartans, be it our train sojourn with Mayur and Kuldeep or an innocent Utsav who came across by clicking his Keane pen. Well Sethi was always the soul of the batch, with very hilarious roomies in Mohan and Ujjawal. At the same time, people like KMP and Shivdeep are hard to come by and meet in course of life. But how did Minocha get more complements than me in that last day when we were supposed to write for our batch, I guess he took the advantage of his name being NitinJJ. Talking about special persons Abhinav would rank above everybody as we spent some quality time together. Heyy does everybody remember that TV remote incident?? In which we used to control other rooms TV by our remote and everybody used to be surprised with it??
Now the last but not the least, my special accolades are reserved for those people who made my stay in Hyderabad possible, remarkable and worthy of remembrance.
The great Dint, smiling Patna, lazy Mani, typical Sanjeev, awesome Sharath, Rajnikanth Rajendra, and our own Hari (I am still asking, kitney aadmi thhe?), JayKay who was trying to learn Hindi, Karthik who is still trying to change the company, Siva whom I always called Sharath, Vamshi who played a lot of politicsJ, Rakesh who has been the lucky charm of all the girls he has moved with(they all got married), my only hindi bhaashi Manjula madam, cute Divya who was adamant on teaching me Telegu and the awesome Maastar with Prabhu and the entire KBG gang who taught me the basics and the ethics of a workplace. In fact, All the telegu movies that I watched wouldn’t have been complete if they didn’t have the translatory voice of Arun and Sharath.
Well above all incidents and above all people whom I met there was one person who taught me more than I have learnt in my entire career. I still remember when he said in KSE that I want to own a big company one day and hade made a chart showing himself and his family, his wife and his career. But believe me when I went to his home on his last working day in this life, I just asked myself that Is this life?? We keep on clinging to things and crying over small issues, but guys life has got much more to itself than it seems on the surface. May Chandramouli’s soul rest in peace, easily one of the most talented guys I had the priviledge to meet.
Adios guys and always remember……………..picture abhi baaki hain mere dost……..
Signing Off,
Nitin Chaturvedi
Well here it is what everybody was waiting for!!!!!!!!
They say its not easy writing this mail, But I guess everybody has to do this tough work some day, and here comes my day. Believe me I have been waiting for last 2 months to write this mail so I expect you and thank you to have loads of patience to get through this epic last mail from my Keane id.
Every first has its own charm and charisma, in that regard I would thank Keane for being my first company and introducing me to the software world.
When I stepped into the software world I had an introduction to awesome democratic set-up which seemed to be the best to have worked for. In fact, You had to enter any room and say anything, No questions were asked. Here I was introduced to Vijender Kumar, one of the best Managers whom you could hope to get and idolize your professional life around. He has indeed been my friend, philosopher and guide within this setup. Then the person I would like to thank would be Krishna, who had immense knowledge with him but then we had our share of differences which I thought were there just to prove that we both were human beings. I just hope he now gets a new manager who is just like he was to me J.
But like every Hindi Movie there had to be a villain and As a matter of fact, here was where I saw an unrelenting management who was never ready to buckle and who just didn’t seem to care to our shouts shrieks and continuous wailing for our salary which never increased.
But anyways, let bygones be bygones and let this mail be what it is, My Last working-day Mail.
In fact I just don’t feel that I am composing a last working day mail, instead I feel as if I am being given some lifetime achievement award for spending my time in Keane (spreading rumours in Keane rather) and I would just like to thank everybody who was involved in making of it. My first thanks would go to Mr. Mayank Gupta, my friend colleague classmate and the devil’s advocate who told me that Keane was above Oracle and below Microsoft(in cyber towers off course) and persuaded me to join this company. Thanks buddy, you have been a true friend, infact whenever I had the itch to jump in a ditch you always ensured that your hand was the first one which pushed me into it.
Well I remember every incident word by word and picture by picture spent with fellow Spartans, be it our train sojourn with Mayur and Kuldeep or an innocent Utsav who came across by clicking his Keane pen. Well Sethi was always the soul of the batch, with very hilarious roomies in Mohan and Ujjawal. At the same time, people like KMP and Shivdeep are hard to come by and meet in course of life. But how did Minocha get more complements than me in that last day when we were supposed to write for our batch, I guess he took the advantage of his name being NitinJJ. Talking about special persons Abhinav would rank above everybody as we spent some quality time together. Heyy does everybody remember that TV remote incident?? In which we used to control other rooms TV by our remote and everybody used to be surprised with it??
Now the last but not the least, my special accolades are reserved for those people who made my stay in Hyderabad possible, remarkable and worthy of remembrance.
The great Dint, smiling Patna, lazy Mani, typical Sanjeev, awesome Sharath, Rajnikanth Rajendra, and our own Hari (I am still asking, kitney aadmi thhe?), JayKay who was trying to learn Hindi, Karthik who is still trying to change the company, Siva whom I always called Sharath, Vamshi who played a lot of politicsJ, Rakesh who has been the lucky charm of all the girls he has moved with(they all got married), my only hindi bhaashi Manjula madam, cute Divya who was adamant on teaching me Telegu and the awesome Maastar with Prabhu and the entire KBG gang who taught me the basics and the ethics of a workplace. In fact, All the telegu movies that I watched wouldn’t have been complete if they didn’t have the translatory voice of Arun and Sharath.
Well above all incidents and above all people whom I met there was one person who taught me more than I have learnt in my entire career. I still remember when he said in KSE that I want to own a big company one day and hade made a chart showing himself and his family, his wife and his career. But believe me when I went to his home on his last working day in this life, I just asked myself that Is this life?? We keep on clinging to things and crying over small issues, but guys life has got much more to itself than it seems on the surface. May Chandramouli’s soul rest in peace, easily one of the most talented guys I had the priviledge to meet.
Adios guys and always remember……………..picture abhi baaki hain mere dost……..
Signing Off,
Nitin Chaturvedi
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