Recollecting memoirs-2

Yaadein -1, 2nd february 2007

Some days back when I finished manthan, then Swapnil asked me that Saurabh Pathak, who is the most humorous guy among us, is writing on such serious issues ???
Why so ??
I said that it’s not like that.
He said then let us have some fun. Write something for us.
I asked such as what ?? On our friendship ?? On our group ??
He said you think.

Okay.

I'll write this time for you, for Sanjeev, for Sharad, for Sid, for Sandy, for Vishal (hippo, I don’t know why we call him hippo, may be he is so cute or so dumb) and for everyone who has been part of us.

He asked like “Five point someone??”

I thought if it would like that then I have to name it “Ten Point Everyone”. Because all of them are so brilliant, the creams of departments, except me, the real 'five point' buddy.

Sanjeev the most intelligent guy with a very pleasant personality (sometimes stubborn also, but let me tell you a secret that I owe my technical degree to him, he has been the most helping hand during my exams or rather every exams). Sharad Sinha, I don’t have words for him. He is a complete man, a man of honors, discipline and principles. (I wish if he had a little more humour). Swapnil, the loveliest guy, he is so true, so honest that it inspires everyone. Siddhartha (Sid), my roommate, a very logical personality, very brainy, a genius but sometime rash and argumentative. But I love him because that makes him different. Sandeep (sandy), I love his laugh. He used to be in my department then shifted to Computer Science in the second year. Now, one of the kings of computer science. Vishal, for him I’ll say one line. 'A dumb with Brain’. Hats off to all of them.

Frankly speaking, sometimes I have felt awkward to be part of them, their study circle. But it never felt inferior. They never let that happen. And I guess that makes me special in certain aspects. I have cherished every moment and hugely thankful to god to have them.

Anyway, so when he was expecting an answer from me, I told just wait for sometime.

I’ll be back.

I am back with lots of lovely moments of my college days. The Memoirs of my dearest friends, their friendship, which I would love to treasure for rest of my life.

I start from the beginning.

It was the first day in college. Nobody knew anyone. Swapnil was the most scared guy. A senior fellow named Shivendra (he knew him earlier) escorted him to the college. He entered and looked for the seat and found one in second row. Mr. Siddhartha, the tall guy (gosh, he is 6’3”) was sitting there already. Swapnil thought to impress him. The same was with Sid. They started talking, in English. When we ask why you people talked in English not Hindi. Swap says he thought Sid was a Malyali and looking stupid so he wanted to prove himself smarter. I don’t know how he says this. May be the fear of ragging had an effect on his eyes and mind also. And here entered the King. Yes, you are right. Sandy was at the door. Everybody had their eyes glued to him. He sat on the same desk on which swap and Sid were sitting. Imagine four of them sitting on the desk capable of holding three. That indeed was stuffy on the very first day, which eventually started a quarrel. The result was poor Swap was asked to go back by the Professor. Swap went back cursing sandy, the idiot. That was the first encounter. Swap, Sid and Sandy.

The story was about to begin.

Class got over, Mr. Shivendra escorted again. This time three were there. Swap, Sid and one more fellow named Dilip. Things were going smoothly. Bingo, and there was a senior who caught them. He asked them to come in the evening at his place. Swap thought about the snacks and cold drinks but he didn’t know that they were the snacks.

It was a very painful evening for the trio, totally helpless. Swap the scary boo just had to weep, and was then asked to fill the glass with his tears. Pathetic, isn’t it? It was late night and they were asked to sleep there itself. On the floor with no soft bed not even a bed sheet of which they were used to enjoy back home. You think a future CEO of a giant venture slept on the floor.

Ironic ? I feel the same.

Now it comes to me, I incidentally sat on the same desk where Sanjeev was sitting. Then we started talking with no nautanki which happened between Sid and swap. And that was the day which bonded us. We were in the same group in the computer lab. We used to write programs full of errors (we didn’t have computer subjects in our +2 like Sid and Swap). Sid used to rectify them in an instant. The time went by just like that and we became best friends.

Sharad, as usual was sitting on the front desk. We knew nothing about this little maestro, and never expected to be what he is today. But the time showed what the man was all about, and now he has our deep respects for him.

Are we missing someone here? Yes, you must be thinking of Vishal. That’s because he was in the different department and joined us in the second year.

The days went on. As they say ‘likeminded people blend easily’. The bond started to form between the six of us.

It was going very smooth.

Love strikes, well what can you expect from a guy in his early twenties? Now who could it be? Was it the prettiest girl in the college??

No !!

It was the Lady Professor of our department.

Well it goes like this; the lover boy swap was pretty disturbed.

I asked, ‘Who died?’ He told me, ‘No one, but she just had a baby.’

I asked, ‘so what ??’

He told me that he always dreamt to be father of that baby.

Oh ! My god, Swap had the huge crush on that lady.

Poor swap. All his dreams vanished in a flash.

Another incident is coming in my mind.

There was a party at Swap’s place. Sid challenged him to do pull-ups before dinner. Swap accepted it gleefully and didn’t expect what was in Sid’s micro-processor. He went for it.

One! completed,

Two!! Completed, phew!!

Threeeee….???

Oh my god!!!

He went up and his pants down, Sid pulled them right to his knees. Swap was hanging 3 feet in the air without his underpants.

Yes, Nothing.

Swap thought, “Thank God, everybody is behind me.” Then he saw someone staring at him, as if he was ninth wonder. He was none other than the cook, who came from kitchen to ask them that when they would have dinner but looking at swap he forgot everything. Mind you he was in front of swap. Now I leave the further scene for your imagination.

“Bar Bar dekho..hazaar bar dekho…ye dekhne ki cheez hai….”

So, first year gets over.

A beautiful year with full of laughs, new friends and wonderful memories.

Earlier everyone used to live separately. I was in hostel. Sid was living as paying guest and all others in different flats. I left the hostel and shared the room with Sid. And all the other four stayed together in a new flat, I called it the white house. Though I and Sid didn’t live with them but we have celebrated our each and every moment there.

It’s been like our home.

Now enters the dumb. Vishal joined us. I don’t know how. But I figure he started the job as Sharad’s secretary (joking, but you know Sharad used to scold him a lot) and then occupied our hearts.

Let’s have fun. Have Vishal.Hippo ko bulao.Our tagline.

Ok. Here is one question for you. See this picture. It was in a newspaper during the birdflu. Figure out what can be the meaning.

You know what Vishal said.

As Man runs faster than cock, he wins the race here.

Cool. Isn’t it???

Yesterday he told us bhagwaan mehman ke samaan hota hai (god is guest). Everybody laughed because it is other way around. When I said that I’ll quote this line bhagwaan mehman ke samaan hota hai. Swap confused and said it’s not like that. Its bhagwaan mehman ke samaan hota hai. I asked what’s the difference dumbo. You are repeating the same. Everybody laughed again...

Vishal can’t see without his spectacles. I used to hide them every time. Sorry bro, but it gives me a lot of pleasure.

One day he lost them when we went to the beach. Imagine a fellow wearing underwear and looking for his lost glasses in the sea.

Funny ???

Aise hain Vishal Bhai.