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. 

Iskool ke tem pe…

June 29, 2008 § 6 Comments

No amount of words be enough to describe this

Iskool ke tem pe,

aana gori dem pe 😛

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