It was 23rd December, 2009 7 PM....We (me, mummy and papa) had reached the venue at 7 pm 'sharp'....
A flashback from December 14 came to my mind when he said "Be here at 7 PM SHARP and we would get it removed." It was the seemingly cute looking small black wart on my beautiful feet that he was talking about.
Another flashback and i went in October 2009 when the warts (yes plurals (there were 2) and not the singulars!!) had just shown up on my feet. They looked anything but harmful, let alone painful. I thought it was just some speck of dirt on my feet but it never went away even after washing it with phenyl, cif, Mr. Muscle, Pitambari and even by concentrated H2SO4!! And then in few days it started showing its true colours...
The black spot started paining as if i have stepped on a nail. The pain grew over time and it became way too much for me to handle. And then i decided enough was enough, i got up and went straight.......................................to the bathroom and peed (come on nature calls cant be barred or kept on waiting for too long!!, but then i saw dettol in front of me which gave me a flop idea...I poured some dettol in a tub of hot water and kept my feet in it. It didnt help a bit as expected with my super flop ideas. I again rose and went to the doctor but as u all know how lucky i am, the clinic was closed...I went to another doctor and he refered me to a skin specialist...
And then i was at the docs clinic, he prescribed a lotion a cream which cost me 660 Rs. and he took a hefty 250 Rs himself...but he said we may still have to remove it by RF....And he was so correct the warts never got any better and he finally gave an appointment to remove it on 23rd December....
A few footsteps woke me up from my mini slumber, the clock showed 7:15 pm, a fat woman entered the clinic with her gunda like husband...for a min, i got scared that he was hijacking the clinic...just then he thrust his hand in his pocket...clutching the sofa i thought he is gonna remove a revolver...but he removed 230 Rs....His wife went into a Radiation Room and locked the door..Blue light was seen coming from the room..dono what was happening in it...
And then it was 7:35 and the doctor finally arrived and i was called in....The machine or whatever was kept there looked like what they show in films to give shocks to mental patients....i laid down on the bed trying to bring some positive thoughts...and then he thrust the local anesthesia right into the first wart....I cud see Yamraj in front of me...the pain almost killed me...i should have taken a general anesthesia to take the local anesthesia....and just when i thought the torture was over he thrust anoder shot of the injection in the second wart...I now saw myself standing at the gates of yamraj....
Chanting hanuman chalisa in mind i thought now that the anesthesia has been given i wont feel d pain...but as usual i was wrong...The doc started the procedure and with the soldering ion he burned a hole in my feet...i could feel intense heat in my leg and moved a bit...Just then he said "dont move your leg.."...In my mind i said "Damn it you burned a hole in my feet just now and u are saying dont move..???!!!"...I tolerated the pain and mentally prepared for another round of crash and burn....He did the same on my second wart and this time i didnt move much as instructed...The procedure was finally over with he dressing up my wound and cleaning up blood..I got up and sat on the chair and thought to myself finally the chinese torture is over...But i was wrong again he said i need to take TT injection....I almost fainted with the thought of another needle being thrust into my body......
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
A True Novintelite
You are a true Novintelite when:
1. You start your regular emails with "Hi" and end them with "Best Regards."
2. You lock your home PC.
3. The password of your home pc is the default password you use at office.
4. Words like chabana, gyaan, bamboo, raag, tochan are a part of your dialect.
5. You love fridays the most.
6. You carry a jacket and shawl to the office.
7. You drink the most useless coffee/tea 10 times a day.
8. You dont buy products of certain brand just because they are your competitor's.
9. You are excited to see the ad of the company that you follow.
10. Your sense of humor is dead and u laugh at rubbish jokes made by Prashant B.
11. And finally you are the truest Novintelite when every alternate day you feel like putting down your papers ;)
1. You start your regular emails with "Hi" and end them with "Best Regards."
2. You lock your home PC.
3. The password of your home pc is the default password you use at office.
4. Words like chabana, gyaan, bamboo, raag, tochan are a part of your dialect.
5. You love fridays the most.
6. You carry a jacket and shawl to the office.
7. You drink the most useless coffee/tea 10 times a day.
8. You dont buy products of certain brand just because they are your competitor's.
9. You are excited to see the ad of the company that you follow.
10. Your sense of humor is dead and u laugh at rubbish jokes made by Prashant B.
11. And finally you are the truest Novintelite when every alternate day you feel like putting down your papers ;)
Sunday, September 6, 2009
An Ode to YO - The Rockstar
YO - the rock star, superstar, angel, sweet heart, a gem of a person came in my life on November 10, 2008. Instantly on seeing her for the first time i could make out that this gal is special. as always i was right...my first teacher at cheers she taught me the most pathetic and dreaded service and learning wid her was so much fun..This girl is a deepika reincarnation maybe even better..shes one hell of a bindaas girl...Some excerpts from her conversations:
Ordering food from aswaad:
"arey uncle cheers main ek vada pav bhejo...ogita nahi yogita...(arey tumhari maaki) ...wokay."...
"ha do samosa bhejo cheers main...samosa nahi hai...band kar do dukan apni (mayo)."..
to swati:
"kya laya modak...mujhe bhi de...khatam ho gayaaaa...julaaab..isi colour ka julaab."...
when someone does some ch%^giri:
"which school which college."..."kalyan no"..."how down market."
To me:
"arey bawekoof" ..in mind "chu#$% sala." "hag dis"..."nahi chabao".."ummm the tym"..."allah apa mera pakit!!!!"..."aley chimu"..."tum ganne ho"..."aurat""haraaaamzade"
This girl is total timepass...her company is d best in d world...wid her awesome lingo and dialogues its super fun to be wid her..an avid fan of amitabh bachan, this girl can make anyone n everyone laugh...she has been a pillar and stood by me all the way in cheers...shes the best problem solver and the strongest shoulder to cry on...although frustrated wid most of d things in cheers its amazing to see hw she remains cool at all times...maybe "total relaaax...relax in d body...relax in d mind" helps her to stay sane..even hours spent wid her pass like seconds..wid her amazing masterful jokes u can only laugh n laugh until ur atadiya pains...Shes a big bollywood fan and keeps on muttering..."mere karan arjun ayege...main le ayi hu main le ayi hu....aaaoooooooo...banaya bada maja aya..darling de naaa"...
YO u truly rock...Inshallah i wish u get all that u need in life...I wish u all d very best in ur future endeavours and wish u luck to get out of the hell asap wid my budhiya...Dont even change a bit coz u are the best...stay precious hamesha....and keep in touch...ill truly miss the mad mad days wid u...cheers and tc
Ordering food from aswaad:
"arey uncle cheers main ek vada pav bhejo...ogita nahi yogita...(arey tumhari maaki) ...wokay."...
"ha do samosa bhejo cheers main...samosa nahi hai...band kar do dukan apni (mayo)."..
to swati:
"kya laya modak...mujhe bhi de...khatam ho gayaaaa...julaaab..isi colour ka julaab."...
when someone does some ch%^giri:
"which school which college."..."kalyan no"..."how down market."
To me:
"arey bawekoof" ..in mind "chu#$% sala." "hag dis"..."nahi chabao".."ummm the tym"..."allah apa mera pakit!!!!"..."aley chimu"..."tum ganne ho"..."aurat""haraaaamzade"
This girl is total timepass...her company is d best in d world...wid her awesome lingo and dialogues its super fun to be wid her..an avid fan of amitabh bachan, this girl can make anyone n everyone laugh...she has been a pillar and stood by me all the way in cheers...shes the best problem solver and the strongest shoulder to cry on...although frustrated wid most of d things in cheers its amazing to see hw she remains cool at all times...maybe "total relaaax...relax in d body...relax in d mind" helps her to stay sane..even hours spent wid her pass like seconds..wid her amazing masterful jokes u can only laugh n laugh until ur atadiya pains...Shes a big bollywood fan and keeps on muttering..."mere karan arjun ayege...main le ayi hu main le ayi hu....aaaoooooooo...banaya bada maja aya..darling de naaa"...
YO u truly rock...Inshallah i wish u get all that u need in life...I wish u all d very best in ur future endeavours and wish u luck to get out of the hell asap wid my budhiya...Dont even change a bit coz u are the best...stay precious hamesha....and keep in touch...ill truly miss the mad mad days wid u...cheers and tc
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sholay 3020
It’s the year 3020, GM and Chrysler have already gone bankrupt. Boeing has taken over big time, no one uses cars now, people use aeroplanes these days for visiting a nearby mall. Lets move to Peninsula High Security Prison located in Scotland. James and Vellu, two best friends, brilliant structural engineers, framed in a bank robbery, are sitting in their cells talking about how to escape. By the way this is the strictest prison in the world, no one has escaped alive from here. But James and Dave come up with a master plan. And since we don’t have enough time for the entire “Prison Break” story, lets skip it. They are out and come to India, the super power of the world.
To stay safe they go to Alibaug, a lesser known village in Madhya Pradesh. And while they are sitting in a hotel munching chole bhaturey, an apparently beggar like guy with no hands comes and sits beside them. The alleged handless beggar has someone for company as well. James takes out a rupee and offers the old man. The beggar shouts that abbey bhikari samjha hai kya, is area ka thakur hu main. James, realising his mistake apologises. The beggar is none other than Thakur baldev singh of Alibaug and his accomplice is Ramu kaka. Thakur tells the boys about how Robber Gobar Singh and his friends looted his family and killed his son. James n Vellu almost cry. But then they ask what do you want from us. Thakur says I want Gobar killed. Vellu laughs and says boss we are engineers and not bhadey ke tattu. Thakur smirks and says I know your credentials, make a perfect plan and execute it and I shall give you 20 million rupees (by the way 1 RS now equals 200 USD, so that’s one hell of an amount). James and Vellu discuss and decide lets do it. So thakur gives him his address and says a plane waiting outside will take you there.
James n Vellu step in the plane to find a beautiful girl as its pilot. Vellu, being a flirt sits besides her and talks rubbish all the while. James on the other hand is busy making some serious plans to outwit gobar. The gal’s name is Basaunty, a charming gal with no flying skills at all. Finally after listening to Basaunty for 2 hours non stop, Vellu faints. Thankfully, they are almost near Thakur’s residence. Vellu and James are allotted a small room in the big mansion of Thakur’s. They sit for days and nights to work on the plan. In the meantime, Thakur’s widow daughter in law, Jaya brings them chaas daily. Our James falls in love with the girl. Vellu too falls in love with Basaunty. Finally, being engineers they develop a superb plan and kill Gobar Singh and his fellow robbers. And both the heroes are married to their respective girls and live happily ever after.
To stay safe they go to Alibaug, a lesser known village in Madhya Pradesh. And while they are sitting in a hotel munching chole bhaturey, an apparently beggar like guy with no hands comes and sits beside them. The alleged handless beggar has someone for company as well. James takes out a rupee and offers the old man. The beggar shouts that abbey bhikari samjha hai kya, is area ka thakur hu main. James, realising his mistake apologises. The beggar is none other than Thakur baldev singh of Alibaug and his accomplice is Ramu kaka. Thakur tells the boys about how Robber Gobar Singh and his friends looted his family and killed his son. James n Vellu almost cry. But then they ask what do you want from us. Thakur says I want Gobar killed. Vellu laughs and says boss we are engineers and not bhadey ke tattu. Thakur smirks and says I know your credentials, make a perfect plan and execute it and I shall give you 20 million rupees (by the way 1 RS now equals 200 USD, so that’s one hell of an amount). James and Vellu discuss and decide lets do it. So thakur gives him his address and says a plane waiting outside will take you there.
James n Vellu step in the plane to find a beautiful girl as its pilot. Vellu, being a flirt sits besides her and talks rubbish all the while. James on the other hand is busy making some serious plans to outwit gobar. The gal’s name is Basaunty, a charming gal with no flying skills at all. Finally after listening to Basaunty for 2 hours non stop, Vellu faints. Thankfully, they are almost near Thakur’s residence. Vellu and James are allotted a small room in the big mansion of Thakur’s. They sit for days and nights to work on the plan. In the meantime, Thakur’s widow daughter in law, Jaya brings them chaas daily. Our James falls in love with the girl. Vellu too falls in love with Basaunty. Finally, being engineers they develop a superb plan and kill Gobar Singh and his fellow robbers. And both the heroes are married to their respective girls and live happily ever after.
Life eej a Hard!!!!
It was raining very heavily that day in Zumri Talaya, a small village in Honolulu. Champu (our hero by the way) was heavily drunk as usual. He was on his 1950s Atlas bicycle riding at 20 Kilometres per hour (don’t ask how he can drive so fast…remember our man is drunk he can fly as well). And as it was raining so heavily and he was so drunk he lost his way and went straight into a rice field. That field had a well. Okay now please don’t think that he lost his balance and fell into the well, this is a Prashant Bankar story and not Ekta Kapoor’s. Now as it was raining so heavily he though of standing under a shed adjacent to the well.
As he sat under the shed and gulped down another desi tharra bottle, he saw a young woman, maybe in mid 20s, slim, fair, and beautiful. Oh yes, he also saw two bullocks roaming in the field and a tractor. Don’t even dare ask what the bulls were doing in that field. The woman was shouting at top of her voice, “Let me die, let me die.” Now obviously our hero was moved by her plight and he moved forward to help her. He pushed her into the well. Oh come on don’t get emosanal now, Champu is just helping her, remember what she is saying let me die, let me die, like a pure gentleman he fulfilled her wish, well he almost did. But then 5 men holding sticks came from behind thrashed champu and saved Champa (our heroine who wanted to commit suicide). And while champu was beaten black and blue he looked into champa’s eyes and immediately the Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge song started in the background (now come on there’s no zumri talaya any where and this is a filmy story so any thing is possible). So the song went like this, “Tujhe dekha toh yeh jana sanam..blah blah.” No brownies for guessing that right, Champu had fallen in love with Champa. Apparently, even Champa had fallen in love wid him, love at first sight you see. And the two were separated.
Now by this time you are dying to know what happened to them, but before that let me tell you a little about Champa and Champu. Champu was a poor farmer’s son, an I.T. engineer by profession and by now its clear why he started drinking heavily. Recession: he lost his job, he lost his house and started remaining unhappy. Its not that our hero didn’t try to regain his life. He tried hard, very hard in fact. He had almost convinced a rich girl to marry him, a money lender’s daughter. He even asked for a hefty dowry. But the money lender refused and said I have four daughters and one son and a lazy housewife. He said, “I shall give you 15,000 rupees per year for next 10 years, chalta hai toh bol.” But our hero, swabhimani na, said, “Itna income toh hum mahiney main Ramlal ko detey hai.” But money lender wouldn’t listen, he said, “if you want to get married to my daughter, ghar jamai banna padega.” Champu said fine I don’t mind. But no, god didn’t like champu’s happiness. The rich girl he was about to marry now refused saying, “main aise aadmi se shadi nahi kar sakti. Nahiiiiiiii!!!” And since then, Champu started drinking even more and look now he is in the rain field getting beaten by some unknown goons. Now about Champa, why the hell you want to know about her, typically Indians you are. She lived in a nearby city by the way and worked as a popcorn seller in a cinema hall.
That’s it, the story is over. Now all stories don’t have a happy ending. This is a Hollywood story.
As he sat under the shed and gulped down another desi tharra bottle, he saw a young woman, maybe in mid 20s, slim, fair, and beautiful. Oh yes, he also saw two bullocks roaming in the field and a tractor. Don’t even dare ask what the bulls were doing in that field. The woman was shouting at top of her voice, “Let me die, let me die.” Now obviously our hero was moved by her plight and he moved forward to help her. He pushed her into the well. Oh come on don’t get emosanal now, Champu is just helping her, remember what she is saying let me die, let me die, like a pure gentleman he fulfilled her wish, well he almost did. But then 5 men holding sticks came from behind thrashed champu and saved Champa (our heroine who wanted to commit suicide). And while champu was beaten black and blue he looked into champa’s eyes and immediately the Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge song started in the background (now come on there’s no zumri talaya any where and this is a filmy story so any thing is possible). So the song went like this, “Tujhe dekha toh yeh jana sanam..blah blah.” No brownies for guessing that right, Champu had fallen in love with Champa. Apparently, even Champa had fallen in love wid him, love at first sight you see. And the two were separated.
Now by this time you are dying to know what happened to them, but before that let me tell you a little about Champa and Champu. Champu was a poor farmer’s son, an I.T. engineer by profession and by now its clear why he started drinking heavily. Recession: he lost his job, he lost his house and started remaining unhappy. Its not that our hero didn’t try to regain his life. He tried hard, very hard in fact. He had almost convinced a rich girl to marry him, a money lender’s daughter. He even asked for a hefty dowry. But the money lender refused and said I have four daughters and one son and a lazy housewife. He said, “I shall give you 15,000 rupees per year for next 10 years, chalta hai toh bol.” But our hero, swabhimani na, said, “Itna income toh hum mahiney main Ramlal ko detey hai.” But money lender wouldn’t listen, he said, “if you want to get married to my daughter, ghar jamai banna padega.” Champu said fine I don’t mind. But no, god didn’t like champu’s happiness. The rich girl he was about to marry now refused saying, “main aise aadmi se shadi nahi kar sakti. Nahiiiiiiii!!!” And since then, Champu started drinking even more and look now he is in the rain field getting beaten by some unknown goons. Now about Champa, why the hell you want to know about her, typically Indians you are. She lived in a nearby city by the way and worked as a popcorn seller in a cinema hall.
That’s it, the story is over. Now all stories don’t have a happy ending. This is a Hollywood story.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Yeh pyar sala kis chidiya ka naam hai!!
Ok here we go...after a long tym i have sat down to write some crap...and wat better than to write about the most common thing in our life..yes Love....
Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.
Ok this is wat wikipedia says and not me...lets not go deep into which glands make us fall in love or wat are the physics and mechanics of love...its too complex to write and i really dont wish to make a fool of myself...so here i go...love as seen by me...love according to me is the next phase after you start "Liking" someone..
Now enuf of the definition of love....lets get onto something that i am good at..oh yeah sarcasm!!!....So when i say vishal is a crack pot or rao is a ch@##$a...i am forgetting that the supreme power is watching me...yeah baby i am his favourite punch bag...when he sees from up there what a mess we have made of this earth he empties his frustration on me....when he sent me on this earth i think he deliberately did not put the line of love on my hand....no wonder whichever gal i like is either mad or goes mad...
A few months back some jackass saw my hand and very dramatically said i see a separation .... u and ur partner will be separated for two years....oh yeah Right!! first let me have one Baba Aghorinath and then we can play separation-separation...
But then i am happy to be free...when i look around and see people clinging on to their cell phones talking utter rubbish..oh yeah i heard a gal saying khana khaya? kya khaya?...i was like no i am a martian i dont eat food...i m surviving on sunlight..all this mushy talk seems nonsense to me and wen i used that word a gal almost killed me.....then u can ocasssionally see the poor guy holding bags and watching girly flicks in theatres....and as if that wasnt enough he has to answer the most controversial q every now and then..am i looking fat?? no honey 120 kg isnt fat...undertaker is 250 kg you arent even half of that....
Then the gals have the deadliest weapon of all tym..tears!!!...u came late ??? Booo Hooo...yes woman i came late a bus ran over me...the plaster isnt a showpiece...thing is you just dont have a chance to explain anything...Its the president's rule...anything you say could and will be used against you and u cant even make that one phonecall offered by the gud ol police...
Take the gal to a restaurant and she will order some low fat crap...and while u happily order chhole bhatura its the gal whu wud end up eating the most of it...and if u r lucky u may get tht small piece of low fat crap which can b anything from a plain sandwich to salad..yuck...the more fat frndly gals will eat ragda pattice and samosas from roads...dono hw u wud end up contracting jaundice but the gal wud b as fit as the great khali...
Dono what i am trying to say...see i am not writing panchatantra stories that it will hav a moral at the end...so this is it..have a gf/bf or not you wud cry any which way...so be happy ;)
Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.
Ok this is wat wikipedia says and not me...lets not go deep into which glands make us fall in love or wat are the physics and mechanics of love...its too complex to write and i really dont wish to make a fool of myself...so here i go...love as seen by me...love according to me is the next phase after you start "Liking" someone..
Now enuf of the definition of love....lets get onto something that i am good at..oh yeah sarcasm!!!....So when i say vishal is a crack pot or rao is a ch@##$a...i am forgetting that the supreme power is watching me...yeah baby i am his favourite punch bag...when he sees from up there what a mess we have made of this earth he empties his frustration on me....when he sent me on this earth i think he deliberately did not put the line of love on my hand....no wonder whichever gal i like is either mad or goes mad...
A few months back some jackass saw my hand and very dramatically said i see a separation .... u and ur partner will be separated for two years....oh yeah Right!! first let me have one Baba Aghorinath and then we can play separation-separation...
But then i am happy to be free...when i look around and see people clinging on to their cell phones talking utter rubbish..oh yeah i heard a gal saying khana khaya? kya khaya?...i was like no i am a martian i dont eat food...i m surviving on sunlight..all this mushy talk seems nonsense to me and wen i used that word a gal almost killed me.....then u can ocasssionally see the poor guy holding bags and watching girly flicks in theatres....and as if that wasnt enough he has to answer the most controversial q every now and then..am i looking fat?? no honey 120 kg isnt fat...undertaker is 250 kg you arent even half of that....
Then the gals have the deadliest weapon of all tym..tears!!!...u came late ??? Booo Hooo...yes woman i came late a bus ran over me...the plaster isnt a showpiece...thing is you just dont have a chance to explain anything...Its the president's rule...anything you say could and will be used against you and u cant even make that one phonecall offered by the gud ol police...
Take the gal to a restaurant and she will order some low fat crap...and while u happily order chhole bhatura its the gal whu wud end up eating the most of it...and if u r lucky u may get tht small piece of low fat crap which can b anything from a plain sandwich to salad..yuck...the more fat frndly gals will eat ragda pattice and samosas from roads...dono hw u wud end up contracting jaundice but the gal wud b as fit as the great khali...
Dono what i am trying to say...see i am not writing panchatantra stories that it will hav a moral at the end...so this is it..have a gf/bf or not you wud cry any which way...so be happy ;)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
BHAAG BANKAR BHAG
BHAAG BANKAR BHAG… by Prashant SR
EMWT was one of the most challenging subjects in engineering according to me…neither did we (well most of us) understand anything conceptually nor could we solve the problems mathematically … now unlike other subjects emwt was a 2 pronged problem…we not only had the tests to worry about (i.e. copy in) but also had to survive the emwt assignment lectures in which we had to solve problems that were given before hand… now as future engineers we had to find a solution to this problem (at least till the prelims) and like most engineers we copied the idea of our seniors.. we used to take Xerox of the assignment sheet and copy it during the assignment lectures. things were going great until one day we were told that the next assignment will be a test and we wouldn’t be provided questions beforehand. it was no big deal to fail in test actually but the catch was that it was emwt assignment test and god knows if we would be provided questions for the retest too…so I and rao decided that we will split the portion among ourselves and then help each other during the test.. Naturally like always on the test day neither I nor rao had studied any thing. So we decided that we will bunk electronics lecture and at least try and memorize some formulas so that we have something to write other than our names and roll nos on the answer sheet. As always bankar too joined in with us and decided to bunk the lecture.
So after break there were 2 elex lectures we decided to bunk and study for the test.. After having a real heavy lunch at ramdev we made our way towards the library…just when we were going to enter we decided against getting inside coz we wouldn’t be allowed to have healthy discussions on the subject (actually off the subject ) inside and so sat on the steps just outside the library. I don’t really remember what happened for the rest of the first lecture..all I remember is we didn’t studying a word in emwt..we lost one of the two lectures just talking.. As soon as the second lecture started we saw Mr. Sainkar going down stairs from where we were sitting…he didn’t notice us..we thought that we were really lucky to have escaped his eyes this time and decided that it wasn’t the best place to sit and “study” and that we should move out from here before he returns back..i don’t know whether it was the hot weather or the heavy lunch we didn’t move from there. And then it happened.
I saw Mr. Sainkar coming upstairs right where we were sitting. Seeing him immediately I picked my bag and ran up. Bankar didn’t know what had happened but he followed me and picked up his bag and began to run up..i guess with a delay of about 3 seconds as compared to me(huh sorry for getting a lil technical here!!) ..but poor guy he hardly had climbed a few steps that Mr. Sainkar caught him running…it was amazingly funny…just imagine two 20 year old guys running on seeing their lecturer.!! I was very happy that at least I had had escaped ..but that happiness was short lived as the first question that he asked bankar was “where is the other one??”…naturally u don’t require hawk eyes to realize that a big guy like me had just ran away from the scene.. so I came down…he in his typical style started nodding his head….”go.. go and meet reddy sir” he yelled… I quietly nodded my head but bankar wouldn’t give up without a fight..”sir please!!” he pleaded…. “no…!!” was the response…while all this was happening suddenly I remembered that we were three of us.. …where is rao?? I thought … I looked back and saw rao studying Wali like I had never seem him study before…he wasn’t blinking his eyelids…my god is he dead or something or has he gone into some kind of coma… I am not exaggerating here….its rao remember we are talking about…anything is possible when rao gets tensed…finally when sir left we went to rao ..rao was still studying..we went and sat next to him and he burst out laughing…he was so proud of himself…he said that he had managed to escape due to his sheer quick thinking and presence of mind…this guy had nicely hid his face behind the book when we two fools were running away…
Suddenly I realized I had a test to give the next lecture …all this had certainly made one thing clear ..now that I have been caught running I couldn’t afford to be caught again copying ….so I didn’t copy in that emwt test…and of course I didn’t do that …in fact I think I only wrote my name and roll number in that test…
Our HOD had gone for some industrial visit so we were spared. Rao saala passed the test too ...probably due the feel good factor...he was so proud of himself..he felt that he had escaped unhurt due his presence of mind...nah I tell you the real reason...it was just that he was too scared to move and run and had kind of frozen when he saw us being caught...rao naturally disagrees..
till date I wonder why the hell did I run that day !!...ahhhhh wtf shit happens!!
Contributed by Prashant SR
EMWT was one of the most challenging subjects in engineering according to me…neither did we (well most of us) understand anything conceptually nor could we solve the problems mathematically … now unlike other subjects emwt was a 2 pronged problem…we not only had the tests to worry about (i.e. copy in) but also had to survive the emwt assignment lectures in which we had to solve problems that were given before hand… now as future engineers we had to find a solution to this problem (at least till the prelims) and like most engineers we copied the idea of our seniors.. we used to take Xerox of the assignment sheet and copy it during the assignment lectures. things were going great until one day we were told that the next assignment will be a test and we wouldn’t be provided questions beforehand. it was no big deal to fail in test actually but the catch was that it was emwt assignment test and god knows if we would be provided questions for the retest too…so I and rao decided that we will split the portion among ourselves and then help each other during the test.. Naturally like always on the test day neither I nor rao had studied any thing. So we decided that we will bunk electronics lecture and at least try and memorize some formulas so that we have something to write other than our names and roll nos on the answer sheet. As always bankar too joined in with us and decided to bunk the lecture.
So after break there were 2 elex lectures we decided to bunk and study for the test.. After having a real heavy lunch at ramdev we made our way towards the library…just when we were going to enter we decided against getting inside coz we wouldn’t be allowed to have healthy discussions on the subject (actually off the subject ) inside and so sat on the steps just outside the library. I don’t really remember what happened for the rest of the first lecture..all I remember is we didn’t studying a word in emwt..we lost one of the two lectures just talking.. As soon as the second lecture started we saw Mr. Sainkar going down stairs from where we were sitting…he didn’t notice us..we thought that we were really lucky to have escaped his eyes this time and decided that it wasn’t the best place to sit and “study” and that we should move out from here before he returns back..i don’t know whether it was the hot weather or the heavy lunch we didn’t move from there. And then it happened.
I saw Mr. Sainkar coming upstairs right where we were sitting. Seeing him immediately I picked my bag and ran up. Bankar didn’t know what had happened but he followed me and picked up his bag and began to run up..i guess with a delay of about 3 seconds as compared to me(huh sorry for getting a lil technical here!!) ..but poor guy he hardly had climbed a few steps that Mr. Sainkar caught him running…it was amazingly funny…just imagine two 20 year old guys running on seeing their lecturer.!! I was very happy that at least I had had escaped ..but that happiness was short lived as the first question that he asked bankar was “where is the other one??”…naturally u don’t require hawk eyes to realize that a big guy like me had just ran away from the scene.. so I came down…he in his typical style started nodding his head….”go.. go and meet reddy sir” he yelled… I quietly nodded my head but bankar wouldn’t give up without a fight..”sir please!!” he pleaded…. “no…!!” was the response…while all this was happening suddenly I remembered that we were three of us.. …where is rao?? I thought … I looked back and saw rao studying Wali like I had never seem him study before…he wasn’t blinking his eyelids…my god is he dead or something or has he gone into some kind of coma… I am not exaggerating here….its rao remember we are talking about…anything is possible when rao gets tensed…finally when sir left we went to rao ..rao was still studying..we went and sat next to him and he burst out laughing…he was so proud of himself…he said that he had managed to escape due to his sheer quick thinking and presence of mind…this guy had nicely hid his face behind the book when we two fools were running away…
Suddenly I realized I had a test to give the next lecture …all this had certainly made one thing clear ..now that I have been caught running I couldn’t afford to be caught again copying ….so I didn’t copy in that emwt test…and of course I didn’t do that …in fact I think I only wrote my name and roll number in that test…
Our HOD had gone for some industrial visit so we were spared. Rao saala passed the test too ...probably due the feel good factor...he was so proud of himself..he felt that he had escaped unhurt due his presence of mind...nah I tell you the real reason...it was just that he was too scared to move and run and had kind of frozen when he saw us being caught...rao naturally disagrees..
till date I wonder why the hell did I run that day !!...ahhhhh wtf shit happens!!
Contributed by Prashant SR
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