• KURAMA_ENZUSO

    KURAMA_ENZUSO

    This will be the last talk about my first day of college because I am old school. I prefer trilogies as compared to shared universes. I will skip the part where I was three days late, took a seat in the classroom somehow, and was trying to be the most attentive student on the planet, and jump directly to the lunch that day.

    Lunch is supposedly the most important time in a new college. You can compare it to those prison movies you must have seen, where the newbie is made aware of the factions and groupings of the prison during the lunchtime. Though the interesting part is, people in prison are generally there for decades. These pipsqueaks made acquaintances just 3 days before. So, Saransh and Ashutosh introduced me to the permutations and combinations around the classroom. Like a group of four girls in the extreme left, where one brings her own water with cloves in it apparently and seems to be angry a lot for some reason whatsoever. A strange duo occupying the middle front, where a pretty girl sits with the girl who likes, Kurkure? and they seem to be pretty tight. The right wing was ruled by a Hum Saath Saath Hain based group, who apparently did everything within the group. Then there were many minority based men empowerment clusters, because duh! Computer Science; and many medium scale women corporations. Obviously, these factions broke apart, sustained and evolved during the course of time, but this was the inception of everything.

    As my support characters in this prison walk me through these power centres across the class, they point towards the 3rd bench in the right corner, by the HSSH familia, which highlighted two people sitting on top of their desk engaged in a very animated conversation with the neighbouring men empowerment clusters. Soon, I found myself walking towards them being led by Ashutosh and Saransh. As we move closer, I was able to make sense out of their conversation which was about some incident in bus, where they ragged a junior, pretending to be senior. There was fun and frolic in the air, and the two guys sitting on their desk were the source of it. Ashutosh introduced me to these dignitaries. The guy on the left was clearly the more outspoken one, Ali. The guy on the right was also quite brazen, but you could see that he was among the people who test the water first before putting their feet in. He had this thin and long Tilak on his forehead, with three grains of rice vertically placed on top of it with exact precision. I was truly impressed by the accurate placement of the tilak and rice, which I later came to know was a daily thing. This guy was Amit.

    Over the period of time which followed, I have been involved with Amit in so many precarious situations that I could probably write a book about the adventures. Be it his nuances of never-ever-ever picking up the call. Or his habit of always paying the bill. Always. It won’t be an exaggeration if I say he literally fed us all during our engineering. I and Saransh introduced Amit to gaming and a few months later, we were the noobs in the heated match against different clans, whereas he was the legendary Kurama. Right now my mind is jumbled up with confusion, on what to write and what to leave. Sir has decided not to appear in the university exam because they haven’t prepared and decided to go watch a movie instead. From Tokyo Drift ringtone to fake college fee receipt; from MySMSEarnings to The Solutions, it feels like another lifetime worth of ride. A ride I have cherished, a friendship I have valued.

    Happy B’day Amit.. Raat ko PubG pe mil 😎

  • TO SOME BIZZARE SUNDAYS

    TO SOME BIZZARE SUNDAYS

    Today was a bizarre Sunday, which went slogging like a Monday. When I finally got some breathing space and decided to think about what to write today, I realized, I am staring at the last hour of the Father’s Day floating past me. Weird, that’s how Papa’s Sunday used to go. A working week, followed by a hectic Sunday.

    Though some Sunday mornings were an exception. A morning ride to the Mandi carrying three different sized Jhola. A tutorial on how to differentiate between good looking tomato and fresh tomato. A weekly reminder that capsicum is Maa’s favourite vegetable because otherwise, we would never buy it (the men of the house have no love for Capsicum). A guideline on how to arrange the vegetables, bottom to up, hard to soft, and an unspoken law that fruits are always bought at the last. Finally, a hope-filled ride back home, that we would take Samosas and Jalebi for the breakfast from the shop we have been buying from since I remember eating Samosa.

    This was the one routine that has been followed for the longest of all the time we have spent together.

    Some afternoons were lucky. This time though, the bike turned towards the butcher shop. I once saw a lamb playing with the kids of the family running the shop. I was confused. How could they play with the lamb raised to get slaughtered one day? Would they feel nothing? I think Papa read those questions as I looked at the happy lamb. He suddenly started telling me how even though butchers trade in meat, the lamb raised in their house is not killed.

    For a while, I thought Papa knew how to cook Non-Vegetarian food only. It tasted otherworldly, so never questioned why.

    I have seen Papa writing in Hindi mostly, communicating in Hindi mostly. It was because of the nature of his job, but it never dawned on me back then. Maybe that’s why I was taken aback and found it quite amusing when I saw Papa communicating with my teacher in English, the only time he did. It was like something you just didn’t expect, followed by his amused face at my reaction.

    These are the only things I could jot down before the clock ticks 12, and Father’s Day goes for a bike ride till another year. But is this all I have to say about Papa? Not even close.

    Happy Father’s Day, Papa.

    You caught me by surprise this morning 😅

  • WHO IS GOD?

    WHO IS GOD?

    To imagine that the God, who has supposedly created this entire universe, who has supposedly existed before time itself, who is supposedly omnipresent and is the supreme existence, has been deciphered by us. We know what God wants and what God rejects. We know what God loves and what God hates. We know God works in mysterious ways, and then we can point those mysterious ways too.

    Wow. Are we sure we aren’t God?

  • WHY DO WE FALL, MASTER WAYNE?

    WHY DO WE FALL, MASTER WAYNE?

    So you remember I talked about my first day of college, which was actually the third day of the college, and I was late? When I asked permission from the teacher, entered the class, found a vacant seat, occupied it, and tried to be the most attentive student on the planet?

    There was this one guy in middle row, who was continuously talking to the girl sitting in front of her. Watching them for a few minutes was enough to draw the conclusion that they know each other from before college. Later I came to know that I was wrong. Slowly their voices turned a bit louder and their conversation was audible. “Do you listen to English songs? Have you heard Summer of 69?” These were the questions the guy was asking the girl and she was replying very enthusiastically. I was unable to understand if this guy had a very strong game, or this girl was simply too naive. Few more words later, the later situation was confirmed.

    During lunch, when Saransh came to me, this guy was with him. Saransh introduced him to me. “This is Ashutosh. He’s a localite too.” By then I knew this guy likes Summer of 69. Suddenly his phone rang, and his ringtone was what earned him my initial shreds of respect. The song was “Why Don’t You Get a Job” by The Offsprings. When your ringtone shouts the word Bitch during the very first meeting, it does have an impact.

    This was the first meeting with Mr Ashutosh Sharma. In the coming days, I was made aware of how little was scratched on the surface during our first meeting because this guy was as simple as they come, yet as rascal as one can be. Be it the initial studious spark during Mechanics lectures, Activa rides to the nooks and crannies of Bhopal, Infinite bunks, Stupid movies, Serious Conversations, he was always there. He is the person I go to when I want to talk. Not because he has answers, nobody has them. But because he understands. Not my situations, but myself. That is the vibe he has given me for the past 9 years. Ours is a friendship which will be the way it is till we exist. In this world, having blind trust in someone is foolishness. There are some people I don’t mind being called foolish for. He’s one of them.

    Happy B’day Alphu.. May God bless your high notes 🎶😏

  • TON TON KIYA

    TON TON KIYA

    My first day of college, which is actually the third day of the college, and I am late. I ask permission from the teacher, enter the class, find a vacant seat, occupy it, and try to be the most attentive student on the planet. Within the first fifteen minutes of the class, the teacher scans me a couple of times, before finally asking me the most important question. “Are you sleeping? Or your eyes are normally that small?” My answer goes back in a heartbeat, “It’s the normally small eyes sir.” The whole class starts laughing, I don’t know why.

    As soon as the class ends, this guy walks up to me and says, “Bhai kya jawab diya yaar ekdum! Fan ho gaya yaar.. Seedhe teacher ko!” I try to read this guy if he’s pulling my leg or is he serious. He has this green bag with Van Vihar’s label, and below it, some scribbled words, “Sorry seems to be the hardest word.” I wonder if he’s a fan of the Elton John or Blue version. He extends his hand and says, “I am Saransh, localite.” Just after the shake of hand, as we sit for lunch, he asks to play some song or something while we eat. My motorola has a few songs. I play the music player and the song that starts is Holiday by Greenday. “Greenday fan!” he smiles in a surprise. I smile back.

    That was the first meeting with Mr. Saransh Dixit.

    A breathtaking singer, who brought me close to old songs. The friend who has sabotaged most of our outings. The friend, who has taught us the entire syllabus of a subject in 30 minutes, just 30 minutes prior to each exam. A friend who has kept the non-vegetarian in me alive, between all the Brahmins. A friend who is a friend worth keeping for a lifetime.

    Happy B’day Bro.. Ton Ton kardena aaj!😎🤘🏻