Ek kahani kuch saal purani

November 19, 2008 § 8 Comments

As I mentioned in a recent post, I have been going through my college pictures. There are many good ones, and then there are the special ones. Ones which are associated with memories, with people. One such picture was from the GOA trip. As I was looking at the picture and thinking of that trip, I remembered a lot of things that went on in the trip (even though I’ve never quite known what I did for the hour that I was drunk 😀 )

The trip was, for the lack of a better word, momentous. Momentous for many reasons. Class unity for one and more importantly for all the failed romances. Industrial trips in any college are fraught with relationships starting or ending or both. It is actually one of the attractions of the trip.

The incident that I am about to recall here in this post happened on the Goa trip. It is not the funniest incident of the trip ( some of the funnier ones can never make it to print\type 😛 ), but it is by far the most unique. It still brings out smiles laughter whenever the college group talks about it.

It happened so that, as it happens often, one of the guys in our class (lets call him X) was totally fida over one of the prettier girls(lets call her Y) in our class. Now X had already proposed to Y in the course of the preceding year, and since it is mandatory for guys to propose over the course of an industrial trip, he was going to do it again during the trip. There was no doubt about it. There was also no doubt about the fact that Y would refuse again (she was one of those girls who believed in holding onto their value system and belief – in this case the belief was of having no boyfriends, I think. Bless her). The guy, bless him too, was of the ‘try and fail but do not fail to try‘ ideology. The mediator himself had entered the fray, trying to dissuade him from doing so, knowing the answer Y would give him and having theoretical knowledge of rejections and the hurt they can cause. But even the mediator couldn’t dampen X’s enthusiasm. The stage had been set for a great show on the last day of the trip. Only the actors had to deliver out the final lines. We waited with bated breath.

The mediator wasn’t the only one who knew of X’s plan and the resultant hilarity it would cause (for others, of course).  Some of the other guys knew about it too and they took it upon themselves to motivate X to carry out this task. It so happened, as it was wont to, that X and Y had to return to Bombay in separate buses. The motivators were in the same bus as X. The motivation began as early as 6 hours before we were scheduled to depart. It continued into the bus ride. And rattled on as we stopped for dinner.

The motivation was on the lines of ” You can do it, man”, “Go for it, dude”, “Jo darr gaya woh marr gaya, *#$@*** ” and progressed along the lines of “Tu kucch nahin kar sakta,  *#$@*** Tu toh Z ko bhi propose nahin kar paayega!” The last statement caused particularly loud hilarity from the motivators and the rest of us guys. A little background about Z : If any guy was told to make a list of girls in the class, Z’s name would figure last. No offence meant to her, but then, it would figure in last. Not that she wasn’t bright or anything. Just that nobody had heard her speak. Every class has a Z. Ours had one too, and the motivators were making good use of her name. “You won’t even be able to propose to Z!!”, they chorused. X had been taking the motivation (which could also be described as heckling) for many hours and he thought that they meant well( for themselves), but he couldn’t stand the heckling. He decided that he had had enough, he stood up at his table and shouted at the top of his voice(unintentionally I believe), “Bas ho gaya! Kahaan hai woh Z? Leke aao usse, abhi propose karta hoon usko (Where is Z, bring her here, I’ll propose to her right now!)” As he said these words, there was stunned silence. Then there was howling laughter from the motivators.

Because Z was sitting at the table right next to his. 

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§ 8 Responses to Ek kahani kuch saal purani

  • B says:

    ‘since it is mandatory for guys to propose over the course of an industrial trip’

    Oh what a belief system..That was really funny..
    What a cool post of memories..So what happ did X propose to Y?

  • Kl2ish says:

    haha I was expecting anti-climax such as Y proposing to Z or something. You did breach the most important rule of goa.
    ‘What happens in goa , remains in goa’.

    sigh i miss goa. those were days. good job on blog.

  • Mithun says:

    @B: Yes, he did; the story of which is far more hilarious…

    @Kl2ish: Thanks. Technically, what happened in Goa has stayed in Goa, because the incident that is described here happened in some nondescript town in Maharashtra 😛

  • Sweta Singh says:

    Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
    X, Y and even Z.
    Y remembers hearing Z’s name at the table, dinnertime.
    And what is it with this Y’s belief system????? 😛

    • Mithun says:

      ohh ya, Z was in Y’s group, so they might be having dinner together…
      everybody has a belief system…boy or girl…its what differentiates people’s social behaviour…Y’s belief system was pretty good btw 🙂

  • Santosh Iyer says:

    Good Job Mithun……Never knew you write so very well!!

    Never knew the X-Y-Z’s of VCET Comp Sci 2007 batch were soo intriguing 🙂

    BTW, Y’s belief system has definetly changed
    (for the better :))

    • Mithun says:

      Thanks Santosh.
      Yup, we were a pretty interesting batch 😀

      Y’s belief system has changed eh? well, people do change with time, and as you put it, for the better…

  • Amar says:

    Awesome..!! While reading it I relived the entire bus journey..!! Very well written Mits… There is one more character in the story… Mr. L. He was in the background and tried to grab a last couple of seats left in the bus that was boarded by Y 😛

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