MELANGE

Sitting in the very-touristed T5 canteen, and having repeatedly ordered wai-wai noodles, Mikey popped up, "chal aaj night-out pe chalte hain". It was already 2 weeks from my birthday and 'they' could not celebrate (click to learn what I mean by celebrate) it because it was a holiday.ALL the more reasons.The College had also re-opened. We were back to the hostel. And so we were on..

After the whole ragging sh*t that recently happened, the new hostel rules had come in :-

• No entry outside the college gate after 10 pm
• No switching between hostels after 11pm
• If you fail to mark your attendance for a week, you are thrown out of the hostel.

9.35 pm: DJ, MnM, Mikey (all day-scholars) had reached the hostel. I, Struggler, Batak(all hostellers) were almost ready. No sign of Baba, RP still.
9.55 pm: After a repeated calls, they showed up. RP, " Jagga aaya huahai, checking ho rahi, Jaldi chalo".
10 pm: And we managed to exit the college in the nick of time.

First, The Model-Town Lake-MnM was vehement on visiting the place and assured it to be a great hang-out place during the wee hours.
What we were greeted with was, dirty water, dead fishes floating in a countable number, unchanging & inactive surrounding. All we did was, curse MnM. What a start..!! Scr*w you MnM.

It was already around 12 and we left for CP to have the famous kadhi chaawal. And indeed, it was toothsome. The paapad, salad was all too good. Lot of people had flocked in.There WAS a lot of movement in th air.
Then we headed to the McD's. It was sweltering hot even at that time of the night and who would restrain from an ice-cream.A great relief and as always, all the cr*p talks engulfed the place soon.

1.20 am and we were off to The India Gate.
You WOULD have celebrated your b'day getting beaten up in the classroom, Fair. Or the hostel, still, Fair. How about India Gate...!!

Although the crowd was scanty but right in front of the patrolling guards I was lifted and my a** was destroyed. I mean, I thought Batak enjoyed the whole thing.
After first few kicks and sensing the TROUBLE ahead, I gave in. Afterall, I can act, if the situation demands ;). But I wasn't let go all that that easy. They lifted me again, and Mr.Mikey thrashed me with his chappals. DJ had newspaper rolls in his hand which was showered in no less number. Again the football-kicks, which I had initiated on Batak's B'day, were returned back in full favor. But after a few, extremely unmerciful kicks, I finally surrendered.

While I still lay on the ground, Batak had purchased a Baloon-Ball from a local seller. I somehow managed to regather myself.We played Volleyball. The yellow line in the centre of the the road joining the President's House and the India Gate(yes it does.. you din't know that did you?),was made the 'net'. We were divided into 2 teams. The Half-Naked and The Non-Naked(lulzz).

Everybody was dripping with sweat, when 2 policemen called out for us. "Complaint hui hai, kuch bachche udhdhum macha rahe hain", one of them said. While we(still some of us half-naked..) were tackling with him, A chevrolet car had drifted on the road across us at a very high speed almost killing someone.

Luckily, since none of us was on a fag or booze and that they got involved with the car case, we escaped.

3 am in the morning. We were at The Comesum. MnM had adviced, " you could see pretty girls there even at this hour". So we HAD to go. No pretty girls(but the one in purple ;)), not even the complete menu-items available, no entry to 2nd floor. Well Done MnM. Scr*w you again MnM.

After a coffee each, we were off to Kashmere Gate Bus Terminal. You can get yum paranthas even at 4.30 am. "bhaiya achchar nahi hai, makhkhan bhi nahi hai" announced the waiter. Phew.!! Yea, Yea..got Fu**ed up again. It was already 5.30 and after a resentment by some, we(I and MnM) still wangled everyone into agreeing to go to Gurudwara Bangla Sahib.

The panache with which you wash your feet on entering, cover your head, do a parikrama of the Holy Book, watch LIVE fishes maneuver in the open-bathing area, an unparalled aroma,absolutely everything felt so appealing. I haven't ever been to a Gurudwara earlier so I enjoyed the experience even more. After all the hick-ups since the beginning, I was glad tha it came to a reminiscing end.

We reached Back safe and sound..!! All in all It was a sweet Melange of a whole lotta things.


This wasn't obviously an all-perfect outing. Did you also get fixed up in situation full of comedy of errors. Or you planned perfectly?

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IT'S 'RAINING' MEN...ALLALUIYA....!!

After Batak's Birthday, most of us had returned back home.What awaited us was, A 2-month long vacation.

PS:- That long a break can make your routine go for a toss. For an instance, Now I am sleeping from 5-9 in the morning,1-2 in the afternoon and finally 10-11 at night. I'm turning nocturnal.

Quite evidently now from our 'nature', none of us had planned on doing anything
productive during the break..uhh or rather actually planned on doing nothing.15 days in and we were already craving for a meet-up.Plus, in the scorching heat, none of the earlier meeting plans could have been materialized. Most of the characters in the earlier post couldn't join us as they put up really far.

I had some hostel re-allotment work and therefore now-me(wishy), mikey, DJ and INTRODUCING-Mr. GAPPU, decided to meet up in the college itself. We decided on playing POOL throughout the day and in the evening maybe go to the 'metro walk'. It was ages(more than 75 days..felt like ages), since we had played POOL.

PS:- There was a time when, even if we had an hour free in between lectures, we would rush to chandu's, a nearby pool-parlour. And rush back to the class even more hastily ending up panting in front of the mam who took the DISCRETE STRUCTURES lecture(..a course in our syllabus) .

It was 12 noon.We headed to chandu's-Economically Entertaining. But to our disappointment, it was closed. Mikey carrying his cursed-plan-spoiling(pun intended..) identity, did well here too. Then we went to another, a less known, parlor and it was gleaming open. We played. DJ & Mikey thrashed me & gappu- 8 games to 1.It was sweltering hot and Just now I lost 8-1. Pretty bad.

It was 3 and we were now sitting in the McD's at the metro walk. Some relief surely(winking... ;)).By that, I mean- the ac's were working perfectly. We had almost finished 'eating'. The number of people flocking to this-water-fountain kinda thing outside the McD's, suddenly increased. The weather took a turn and now it was raining cats and dogs.



We rushed outside. While now, the sweet rain had shifted to heavy hail storm and everybody else took a shed but WEeeeeee... THE FANATIC FOUR were dancing(eeaayeahh..imagine), running-forming a relay-train(imagine again..), standing on the benches, performing arm-wrestling on the floor, jumping on the puddle of water like these little kids who would run from their parents while they are still being scolded-JUST to PLAY and get WET(....keeeep imagining).All of this, out in the open.

PS:- We all are or would be turning 20 in a few months.. :D

Next, we took some 'soft' drinks and snacks and climbed(not literally though) to the terrace of a locally well-known multiplex(name-purposely not disclosed). We removed our T's to feel the rain more closely. ALL that was now needed for a remake of the famous scene from Rang De Basanti was.. a jet flying overhead us.We played bowling with some disowned glass 'bottles' lying there aimlessly. I and DJ scored perfectly while Gappu and Mikey missed their shots. It was almost 5 now and we got to know that the RESULT-DCE CEE 2009 was out.

5.15 and we were back in the college to inform some of the students who had appeared for the exam.

PS:- It was still raining swiftly.

We sat in the mech-canteen for another half an hour. While we were still informing the results to some students, the feeling of FUCHCHE AA RAHE HAIN was beginning to crop up and take wings. It was 6 and we decided to leave-Mikey had his swimming , DJ-his gym, Gappu-his dance and me-NOTHING classes', underway.


All in all, It was a great relief from the boring monotonous life in past few weeks.

NEXT FEW POSTS DOWN THE PIPE, MUCH MORE DEBATABLE THOUGH:-

• The Irresponsible Indian Media

• The Women-Reservation Bill

• The Over-Hyped Delhi University

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ONE MISTAKE OF... 3 OF THE LIVES

DJ, mickey and wishy got their asses rubbed for the mid-semester exams, taking light from the ordinary results they had in their previous semester. They managed to study for almost SOME hrs (pun intended......) & were pretty satisfied with their effort.

They had already planned a night-out on the final day of the exam. And a night-out would mean getting high and roam wildly on the streets of Delhi. But to dj and mickey's dismay, wishy could not carry on for the entire night as he had plans with his hostel friends too.

PS:- mickey and DJ are day scholars.

So their plan took a turn and they decided to do it in the afternoon itself ( u think it’s weird and I say, you are right). It was one of wishy's friends' room (not his own…and I suppose intelligently so) where he made the arrangements for music etc and DJ & mickey got the STUFF.

Part started. Everything was going pretty rocking. They were dancing, head banging like mad. And….

A knock on the door. Wishy peeped through the window. It WAS the hostel attendant.



They hastily turned down the music and wishy frantically opened the door. The attendant rushed into the room and hurriedly sniffed every corner of the room hunting for EVIDENCE but to their delight he found none (poor old chap….huh..!!). He now threatened them to get them dismissed and asked for their ID cards. They were terrified. He took out his cell-phone and started dialling for the Hostel Head Warden which meant they were out.

He had a whole lotta reasons to nail them..:-

• It wasn’t wishy's room either.

• The other two were day scho’s.

• they played heavy music at its deafening loud while the other students still had the exam.

• And most importantly, they actions were indisciplinary.

Now comes their emosional atyachaar side. They almost went down on their knees to calm him down. But he won’t budge. They kept trying, from all the ‘senti’ dialogues to make him understand that this was just a mistake..(oh phuuleeze..it wasn’t!!). They were begging and pleading and again begging and pleading (the whole thing raised to power n……..--the effect coz I am an engineering student U see).

And finally..

“chalo bhaago yahan se”, he shouted and They ran like anything, probably also would have beaten USAIN BOLT for that matter at that time.

PS:- EVIDENCES were still in the room.

PS:- they(ACTUALLY wishy) planned on taking another shot but mickey refused(Good job mickey...).

PS:-all the three were still in their 1st year of grad.. :)

PS:- the very same night wishy returned to the same room and watched DIE HARD 4 with some hard ‘shots’.

He was heard saying some things which can't reasonably be mentioned here.

WILL BE BACK..!!