May, 2009

As the entire world celebrated the dawn of 2009, a few of us at NITH discussed what lay ahead of us. All of us knew that after 5 months ie after May, everything was going to change. No more CS night outs, no more GDs on the most stupidest topics, no more group chatting with a single girl, no more Annual General Survey ( damn u Sirkek), no more of what we were doing at that very moment (8 guys sitting around a small bonfire behind C block, MMH with PEPSI in their hands), in short, no more of us. The PEPSI exaggerated the pain and later relieved it. We forgot of our last night antics and celebrated our 4 month last sem. Eventually the dreaded month came. During the final exams, there was a chilling silence in the entire hostel. No fear of exams though. It was the horrific thought that only 10 days are left.
The last exam ended. It was time for HHH, Devbhoomi, Shivam to earn a fortune thanks to the sale of PEPSI. That night every eye was wet, every heart cried , every hand wanting to turn back the clock. For the first time, all the optimists who keep telling "Impossible is actually I M Possible" were proven wrong.
As I sat on the green sofa in HHH having our last dinner together, my head fell down. Tears started to flow. No one seemed to notice. I wanted the bloody embarrassing water flow to stop. But they wont. I was leaving for home the next day, 1 day before most of my friends. I always hated shifting to Solan from Shimla. That night the hatred was at its summit.
The next day, when I left, it was but obvious that I dint cry. I had already emptied the tanker last night. During the journey back home, I kept hoping that the future was going to be even better. For some time, this actually happened. I met my friends often, enjoyed each others co and despite the fact that we were not living together anymore, it wasnt that bad.
1 year later. I am in Noida with one of my close friends living with me. Adams is in Gurgaon along with a few other friends. Anshul is going to Mumbai where he hopes to meet karn n saba g and also get a GF (TAMMY). Dukki is joining NIRMA. Lucky going to Varanasi. Kairo(IIFT), Panta g (Pune), Sirka (Jaipur), Luta(I have no idea where that fucker is), Akshay (Nagpur). With an exception of Convocation, I just dont see a time when we will be together again. Am I happy? NO.

College Days -- Masala Mix

1.18am. Location - The 'H' of my ever so jinxed 2BHK. As I sit all alone in this huge room, my throat starts choking. Reason being the ridiculously frustrating memories of NITH. I think of the year before, same month, same day, same time. I must have probably been in Dead's (karn kher) room irritating him with all my super awesum theories on life and he must have been tryin to chuck me out of the room. Frustrating coz those days aint coming back. The least I could do is make a memoir of my college life. All those incidents, all those things, all those people close to me and my heart. So here goes...

It all started in 1st year. To be very frank, that was the time I enjoyed the most in clg. The reason is very simple. No one knew any guy inside out. Actually the 'out' part might be possible. So no fights, no back biting, no enemity; just a budding life. C middle, KBH was the very first abode. C 202 to be precise. My room mates budha (Dheeraj Gupta) and Bada Kaali (Akash Srivastava). I was the chota kali back then. Now its just Kaali for him. Both of these guys were sleep talkers. One would make all those erotic moaning voices as if having a gala time in his dreams, while the other would keep shoutin his younger brother's name.. I still remember the line.. AAYUSH, MAIN TUJHE BACHAUNGA... and then the other goes.. aaaah oooh ooooooh ohhh yaa.... Freaky, disgusting and irritating.
The room facing us was C 207. People residing there were Akshay, punnu (punnet rana), karad (sumit sood) and KHASAM (Akash Pal Singh Rana). The last name is bold and bright coz the very first memoir I am writing is about him.

Akash Pal Singh Rana was very lovingly called KHASAM. But unfortunately he dint find any love in that name. He was always pissed off and sometimes angry after hearing this word. So obviously, being an extrovert back then who thought that the pranks he made would be taken in a light heart(which never happened), I kept teasing him. Everytime I wouls see him in the mess, I would shout AEEE KHASAMMMeeee... The same words echoed in the corridors of C block for the entire sem. But then something unexpected happened.

One day, Khasam came upto me and told me that the Physics lab's attendant wanted to see me. Confused I went to the guy. He asked me for my father's cell no which I gave unsuspectingly. Imeediately he made the call. The conversation that followed was out of this world. I was surprised, awestruck and in a state of ROFLMAO. The guy told my dad that for the past 2 months , I had been ragging a guy named akash, fighting with him and that i had made his life a living hell. The best part was my dad's reply. "mere bete se aaj tak 1 makhi nai maari gai wo bhi 1 newspaper se, wo kissi ladke ko kya marega". The lab attendant had a smile on his face after listening to my fathers explanation. He just asked me to leave the guy alone and not to tease him anymore.

I came back to the hostel, went to akash's room and shouted AEEEE KHASAAAM... After that I kept shouting his name for the entire 1st year. This stopped when he finally stopped reacting and went on about with his life. We are great friends now and still often laugh at the entire thing. This incident was SOME SHIT and i just have 2 words for it.... AEEE KHASAMMMMeeeeeeeeeeeee.

The Beautiful Game

I was in class 8 when I saw my first football match on TV. Everton vs Charlton. Everton thrashed their opponents 4 0 and in doing so, they earned themselves a young curious fan. First love indeed!!! Since then, I have watched almost all the EPL matches. I started having futball discussions at school and soon realised that I had to choose a better team than Everton to have my say. And I chose MANCHESTER UNITED. I will be lying if I say that I became a RED DEVIL because I liked their style of play or their temperament or the players. The truth was that it was the only team people talked about. So I started following man utd with keen interest. To my astonishment, soon a phase came when, every time the reds lost, I used to feel devastated. Whenever they won, I used to be on cloud nine. The scholes, the giggs , the beckhams, the nistelrooys were now heroes for me. All i wanted was to see them win.
Its a fact that successful people are always envied upon. Same was true in case of MAN UTD. I realized this very early that most people didnt like UTD. They were mostly Scousers (Looserfool fans) or Gunners (Arse-anal fans). Being a true fan, I just would not hear anything against them and therefore always found myself in heated discussions which more often than not turned into quarrels and fights. I being on the "getting beaten" side always. The INVINCIBLE season of arsenal dint help a lot to my cause. Add to that the departure of several key players.
In the coming months, Arsenal started loosing their flare. But unfortunately my obvious happiness was short-lived. A new team showed up. Chelsea. The blues. 2 seasons nothing went our way. Bad in league, poor in CL. However, as i always say. HAIL Sir Alex Ferguson. The man never backs down of any challenge and he dint. It took him 2 years to build a strong team. Rooneys, ronaldos came in. Everything started coming our way. 3 Titles , a CL trophy, FA, CArling... Heights of awesomeness.
This success again led to the same cliched response fron general public. Anti man utd lot. They would even support pathetic teams like manchester city just to see us loose.
Last night we conceded our title to chelsea and it was heartbreaking. People messaged me, commented on my posts, sent chats. Desperate wannabes. They will get their replies soon coz in case of man utd, we let our goals do the talking. NOT ARROGANT JUST BETTER. Glory glory man utd.