Unforgettable moments

Ladki pataane ke tarike

2007-03-15T11:41:00.000+05:30

Date: 5th september, 2006
Place: FORUM
Mood: "Kuch karna hai yaar" types

G: Yaar, we are just wasting our time. we are not doing anything.
M: sahi me yaar. We are in Bangalore for last one year and we haven't done anything memorable.
G: We don't even have a GF.
M: Lets find one.
G: hehehehe
M: I am serious.
G: But how????
M: Lets ask the girls here.
G: Are you sure?
M: Yaar at most they will say 'NO'. nothing else will happen.
G: Haan yaar...Lets go ahead. But how will we start the conversation?
M: Lets think about it.

After a few moments. Both of them were ready to start their mission. Three cute girls (C, T and S) passed by them and they found their first target. They followed the girls with a lot of things going in their minds. Finally they showed some courage.

M: Excuse me!!!!

no answer...A lot of people looked at them except the ones whom they wanted to look.

M: Excuse me
C: yes!!!!
M: Can we take your two minutes please?

Two of the three girls stopped and one didn't notice.

C: what!!! (with a smile) :D
G: Hey, your friend is going.
T: Hey S, wait.
M: Hey S, wait.
C: hehehehe
M: Actually we are organizing a poetry contest and looking for people who can participate in it. Would you like to?
C: No No No No....hehehehe
G: Yaar atleast try it.
C: No no No No....hehehehe
M: Ok, you might have some friends who might be interested in it.
C: No No No No....hehehehe
M: Ok, you can do one thing. This is our card. If you come across any good poem or poet please contact us at this number.

And G gave the card to C. T and S seemed to be more nervous than M and G. So they preffered to keep their mouths shut.

G: What are your names???
C: myself C and ...

Before C could tell names of other two girls, G extended his hand and had a warm hand shake with C.

G: Myself G.
C: And she is ....

Before C could tell names of other two girls, M also extended his hand and had a warm hand shake with C.

M: Myself M.
C: She is T and ....

Again two hand shakes.

C: And she is S.

Again two hand shakes.

C: Ok, then.

M,G: ok bbye. cu. take care.

After one week G's phone rang.

G: Hello???
Phone: Hi, Its C here.

Mission accomplished.

Bole So Nihal

2006-12-15T08:55:00.000+05:30

Sessional exams of 3rd semester were going on. And as usual Nobody was serious about the exams. Atleast not hostelers. Sheriff, Bhuppi, Depesh, Sarao, me, we all were sitting in Tazzy's room. And everybody was thinking of doing something interesting. Tazzy came in trying to tie the knot of his patka. And suddenely an idea came in my mind. "Abe kal sab sardar banke exam dene chalte hain", i said. And everybody just laughed at the idea. Sarao was the only proponent of this idea. So we thought of giving it a try at that moment. Tazzy gave us some patkas. We took some newspapers for making the round shape on our heads. And within 15 minutes Sarao and I were looking exactly like sardars. We decided to go to exam next day like this only. Looking at us Bhuppi, Sheriff and Depesh also agreed to do so. That night passed in full excitement. Exam was at 9:30 next morning. I got ready with patka at 8:30. Bhuppi was also ready. Sarao and Depesh refused to do so. Sheriff didn't refuse but he was very nervous. He kept on delaying. This was the only exam for which Sheriff studied till 9:15. But there was no escape from patka. So Sheriff had to do it. People were still thinking that we won't go like this in college. But they were wrong. We entered in the class at 9:28. "Bole So Nihal", "Sat sri akal". And everybody was shocked. Soon the teachers came and we took our seats. I can't forget the expressions on the face of Richa, when she looked at me. Exam started. I didn't know the answer of even one question. But the good thing was that I was a sardar at that time. So I had the innovation of creating my own answers. In the first question's answer I wrote the question itself in the first line and then the full story of 9/11. Second question's answer I wrote in such a handwriting that nobody would understand what was written. The only thing that could be understood from that answer was a few words from the question itself after every two lines. And thats all. It was enough. After the exam when we removed those patkas, Then I realized what I had done. But when result came I had got 9 out of 30 marks. Don't know how it happened. Probably Richa didn't even read the answers. Waheguru ji da shukar hai ki Teacher Richa c (Thank God, Teacher was Richa).

Sheriff, The DON

2006-11-28T23:06:00.000+05:30

I was standing at the verka booth when I saw bhuppi, sheriff, puneet and many others going towards PEC Market. "Chal oye, Amit singh ko peetne ja rahe hain", bhuppi said and I joined them. Amit singh was bhuppi's old enemy. We all reached PEC Market and saw that Amit singh was with his friend. Both of them were eating samosas. "Wo raha saala", said bhuppi. Bhuppi seemed to be most excited person there. All of us went near him. Amit singh seemed to be surprised. Before doing anything I looked back and confirmed that everybody was there for support. All were there. And in the next moment Amit Singh's collar was in my hands and all the samosas alongwith the plate were watching this beautiful scene from the mid air. "maar saale ko", you can guess who said this. Yes you are right. It was Bhuppi. But before that Amit singh spoke, "Why are you doing this?". And for the first time I thought, "why are we doing this?". I left Amit singh and asked Bhuppi, "why are we doing this?". But before bhuppi could answer, I heard the big sound of a slap. I turned towards Amit singh and saw that his right cheek was totally red. Sheriff jumped again and one more. No, it was not all. He did it two three times again. And in the mean time Puneet, bhuppi and some others also tried their hands on Amit singh. But everybody was shocked on sheriff's reaction. People had seen sheriff lying on his bed upside down, watching spiders making their webs, Looking at the same web page for hours. He was the laziest person in the hostel. And now he was jumping and beating somebody. Amit Singh's face was totally red now. I went and stopped sheriff. Here also the same rule of fight. Some people came forward as judges. It was now when I came to know about the reason for beating Amit singh. He had copied some project from sheriff and bhuppi. And after that sheriff and bhuppi somehow lost the copy of the project that they had. They asked for a copy of the project from Amit singh and he refused. Judges asked Amit singh the reason for not giving the project to them. He said, "Mohit asked me to do it". Suddenely people saw that Mohit was laughing standing there. And for the same reason, for which Amit singh got beaten badly, bhuppi just asked Mohit, "yaar, tune aisa kyon kiya?". See, It clearly indicates that Bhuppi wanted to beat Amit Singh for historical reasons. And Mohit's reply was, "I am also submitting the same project".

Wrong No.

2006-11-24T10:12:00.001+05:30

"Tring Tring"
"Hello"
"Sir, the girl is ready".
"Ok, I am coming"
"ok, sir"

After one hour....

"Tring Tring"
"Hello"
"Sir, Where are you? She is waiting."
"Ya ya, I am on my way."
"ok, sir"

After half an hour......

"Tring Tring"
"Ya, I will take another five minutes only"
"ok, sir"

After twenty minutes......

"Tring Tring"
"Hello"
"Sir, The girl is crying"
"Sorry, wrong no."

Brain vs Punch

2006-10-25T09:47:00.000+05:30

They had put some two three syringes in my father's arms during the CT scan. My father asked me to call the nurse who had put these syringes, to remove them. I went inside the lab. She was talking to her colleague. I said, "Mam, can you please remove those syringes". She said, "yes, I am just coming". I came back. two minutes passed. My father said, "I asked you to call that nurse. where is she?". I said, "she is coming". "It is paining. go and tell her. ask her to remove it early", said my father. I went again and said, "Mam he is feeling the pain. can you come and remove them?". She turned towards me and said, "I told you na, I am coming". I again came back. "she is coming", I said to my father. two more minutes passed. That nurse came out of lab. I stood up to show that we were waiting. She just looked towards us and passed by. I called her, "Mam, mam....". But she didn't pay any attention. And went in some other room. My father said to me in a harsh voice, "can't you speak louder?". And he said it in front of a few people standing there. I felt a bit embarassed. I went in the room where that nurse had gone. I saw that she was again just talking with her colleague. "Mam, will you come or not?", I asked this time in a harsh tone. "I won't come, what will you do?", probably my harsh tone made her say that. I kept standing there for some 15 seconds. "My duty is over, Call somebody else", she said.

I went close to her and caught her chin with my left hand. My right hand had already taken the shape of a punch and it was directly facing her face now. She screamed. But luckily my brain said 'no' before my punch could say 'yes'. She started crying. And some people, including my father came running in that room. I can never forget those expressions on my father's face. Some staff members caught me. And again as usual somebody had to become judge. So a Doctor came forward to listen to what had happened. First thing he did after listening to me was that he removed the syringes himself. And I heard nothing more than a few words like, "cool down, cool down" from him.

Accident

2006-10-18T08:48:00.000+05:30

I and Sarao were coming to hostel from our Bull's Eye class. And as usual we were on my scooter which had a flying gear also. And as usual Sarao was speaking only these words, "drive slow Mondy". I generally drive slow but not when somebody asks me to do it. And if that somebody is Sarao, then there is no chance of driving slow. Sarao was sitting in such a way so that he could jump whenever required.
There was a jeep going ahead of us. I tried overtaking it two three times but didn't succeed. And Sarao never used to miss such chances of laughing at me. "tu aise he hero banta hai, tere se kuch nahi hota. ha ha ha", Sarao said that but probably at the wrong time. Now I had to overtake that jeep in this attempt. So I slowed down first and then gave full accelration. When I was very close to that jeep, suddenely that jeep got very slow. I realised that I had only two options. To overtake it or hit the jeep from the behind. I was not sure about overtaking but I was sure that if I don't overtake, then it would be an accident. So I angled the scooter a bit to right. And what I saw was really scary. A qualis coming at full speed. I thought of jumping but that would kill Sarao. Suddenely the scooter became lighter. Probably Sarao jumped. I closed my eyes. Heard a huge sound of brakes from both the sides and then BANG!!!! Head on collision with qualis. When I opened my eyes I was lying on the road. I got up and looked at the ground. There was no dead body there. So that means I was alive. I removed my helmet, it had a wide crack. Thanks to Chandigarh Traffic rules. Wearing a helmet is compulsory there. Then I looked at Sarao, he was ok. Then the qualis driver came out. He looked very worried. But when he saw that we were alright he felt relieved. All the front of scooter had gone. And his qualis also started leaking. But that guy was happy that we were alive.
Now we both were walking with the scooter. Both of us totally silent. Suddenely Sarao started laughing. How could he miss such a chance of laughing at me?

The Trident Story

2006-10-09T13:48:00.000+05:30

There were around 15 of us sitting in a conference room, waiting for Rajinder Gupta to come. Rajinder Gupta is CEO of Abhishek Industries Limited (Trident). Two months before this date we had joined his company as summer trainees. Training period was two months with a stipend of 15000 per month. Training went smoothly for first one month. And then came the time when we all needed leave for a few days. Placements had started in our college and we had to go there to get into our dream companies. We applied for leave but they rejected it. We had no other option but to reject the rejection. So we came back to our college without any notice to trident. all of us got placed in first two-three days. After that we went back in Trident but they had already terminated our training. We didn't get the stipend of even one month. So now today we were here in trident again to discuss this matter with their CEO. Rajinder Gupta came in with some other top guns of trident. He asked us to tell the whole story. All of us were quite nervous. But somebody had to tell it. Amit Singla started, "Sir, As in my case I was not feeling well so I wanted a sick leave.". What was that. All of us totally stunned by what he said. Rajinder Gupta asked his secretery to note down Amit Singla's name as a special case. "What about others?", asked Rajinder Gupta. Hitesh, Rajan and a few others explained our story also. After hearing the story, Rajinder Gupta said, "When we came in your college for recruitment, we said that training is for two months. But you people have not completed two months". He gave us the offer to complete the training now and get the stipend. But it was not possible because our college had already started. Now as he knew that it was impossible, he said, "We are standing by our words. Complete the training of two months and take the stipend."
"Sir, you are not standing by your words", I said. And suddenely the expressions on his face changed. All the people present there looked towards me. I got more nervous. But spoken words could not be taken back. And I had to say something to vindicate my saying. "Your words were that you will be giving us stipend of 15000 per month. You didn't say that you will give us 30000 for training. And that means for one month we should get 15000", somehow i said. Now all eyes were towards Rajinder Gupta, to see his reaction. I am sure if it was a hindi movie, he would have said, "Tumne to meri aankhen khol dee". But unfortunately it was not a movie.
"Ok, we are not standing by our words, We are wrong here. But we have the power. Do whatever you can do, we won't give you the stipend", he said with red face. But I was happy that now i could atleast tell people that I made CEO of a company of Rs. 1000 crore to admit that he was wrong. But he had something more to say. And it was, "When I entered in this room, I had plans that I will give you people your money. But now I won't give". This statement was very diplomatic. It was to take revenge from me. Now all of my friends were thinking that they had lost their money because of me. Meeting ended and we all went back to Chandigarh with broken hearts.
That evening, The HR department of Trident got a call from a lawyer saying that we are gonna file a case. And two days later the administrative department of our college got a call from Trident that they wanna meet us again. We again went there. But this time Rajinder Gupta didn't come. A person from HR came and gave us our cheques.

Did I cheat?

2006-10-03T11:53:00.000+05:30

Year : 1996

"Two students on one bench, not more than that", She said as she entered the class. This was not fair yaar. A surprise test. I was not ready for it. Anywayz if it was not a surprise test even then i wouldn't be prepared. But I came to know that it was a surprise only for me. Everybody else knew that today she was going to take a test. She had announced a day before. Probably i was sleeping that time. As usual I already had a feeling that some teacher is going to beat me. Actually I was the favorite student of all the teachers. Because I think they liked to beat students and I was the one who used to give them a reason quite easily. Test started and instead of looking at my question paper i preffered to look at the answer sheets of others. But I could not make anything. I wanted this test to go on for ever. Because at the end of test she would beat me for writing nothing. I saw that the student sitting in front of me was copying from some hidden source. Yes, he had a page from the guide. "Wow, what a cool idea". He sensed that i was watching him. He looked at me and saw the request in my eyes. He finished copying and passed the page to me. I kept it below my answer sheet. Before starting I wanted to make sure that teacher was not watching. So I looked in the direction where she was standing. And this was my biggest mistake. My bad luck, she was looking towards me. And my eyes clearly told her that i was hiding something and her eyes clearly told me that she had a fight with her husband that day and she would take the revenge from me. She came to me, Checked my answer sheet and found the secret key. I adjusted my face so as to prevent my eyes and nose from the slaps. I was master in that. It was something, I used to practice daily. 3 to 4 slaps and I thought bad time had passed. But I was wrong. She took me to the principal. Now this is bad. It should be duty of teachers to handle such situations. And if they don't know how to react, then they should be punished for it. Isn't that what I was getting punished for? I just didn't know how to do the work that i was supposed to do. Principal threw me out of school and asked me to call my father and only then come to school. Probably he also needed help to handle the situation. But I was the one who had to suffer. I went home. Called my father. I had already adjusted my face for some slaps here also. But luckily my father didn't slap me. He went with me to the school. My father seemed to be more nervous than me when we entered the principal's office. Principal gave lecture for around 20 minutes. And now I thought the bad time had passed. But I was again wrong. Unfortunately principal asked me there, "were you cheating?". I wanted to say that I hadn't yet started cheating. So I answered, "No...". Ptaaak, ptaaak. "Did you cheat?". "No, I was .....". ptaaak ptaaak. "DId you cheat?". "Sir, I ....". ptaaak, ptaaak. "yes or no". "yes sir". After that I was allowed to enter into class. The beating didn't matter much because i would have got beaten more in the class in that much time. But the problem was the reaction of my father when i would go home that evening. I was really worried about that. "Will he beat me?, will he refuse to talk to me?......". But when I reached home that day, my father couldn't stop his laughter and it was a big relief for me.

India Vs Pakistan

2006-09-28T09:19:00.000+05:30

Wagah Border, Amritsar:

"Pakistan Zindabad, Pakistan Zindabad", these were the only voices that I could hear there. It was a war. Yes, It was a war between India and Pakistan. A war to make the other believe that we can shout louder. And we were losing this war. There were thousands of Pakistanis and thousands of Indians. Face to face. Indians were trying hard to shout, "Hindustan Zindabad". But not in unity. We saw that there were some pakistanis carrying their flag and dancing in front of the public. And this was the reason they were louder than us. Their public was cheering them up. It was time to do something. But what? We were five friends and luckily all the Indian flags were with us. The environment was fully patriotic. songs of patriotism were at their full volume. We had some 15 to 20 more minutes to do something. Because after that parade would start and nobody would be allowed to come in front. We moved ahead with the flags in our hands. Those pakistanis were allowed to come very close to the gate but not we. After all those three times losers desperately wanted to win atleast this war. We had to remain atleast 20 meters away from the Bordor. I climbed on the shoulders of Bhuppi with two flags in my hands. and Bhuppi started running towards the gate. Both the flags came in their full flow and "Hindustan Zindabad" became louder now. Bhuppi was running towards the gate so fast that for a moment I thought he was going to invade pakistan. But thank God, He was sent back by one indian soldier. Two rounds like this and Indian public was on their toes. "Hindustan Zindabad, Hindustan Zindabad", pervaded throughout the place. The soldiers were supporting us now. The soldier who sent us back in the first round now allowed us to go very near to the gate. More people came out from public in front. And the silence of Pakistanis clearly meant that after 65, 71 and kargil they had lost this time also.

Pit gaya keeda faaltu mein

2006-09-26T09:17:00.000+05:30

My army of 50 paladins was ready to attack on enemy's town. I had enough resources to survive for next 15-20 minutes without gathering any extra. Three castels were defending my town from any surprise attack from other side. There was no chance of me losing this time. Suddenely something hit me on the chest. "How can these soldiers come out of the screen", i thought for a moment. But then soon I realized that somebody real was standing by me. I turned around and saw that there were actually two persons standing. keeda and his brother sunny. "what do you think of yourself", said keeda. Being indulged in AOE for last one haur, I thought of myself as a warrior at that time. The expressions on their faces were as if they have come to kill all the 50 paladins. "What happened", I asked. This time sunny spoke, "why did you shut his door from outside?". And the whole story became clear to me. Somebody had shut keeda's door from outside and being notorious for troubling keeda everytime, I was the only suspect there. "he always creates problems for me brother, hit him", said keeda to his brother. My town had been attacked, I saw on the screen. But this computer algorithm doesn't have any real intelligence. I was sure that my castels will take care of that. Now I saw a real fist coming towards me. It hit me on my face. Now this was too much. Now I was alone, they were two. So first thing i did was that I made this battle one on one. I hit one strong punch on keeda's face and he was out of the show. By this time many spectators had come to see the show. And keeda was also one of them now. Now after five minutes of watching the show, its duty of spectators to stop the fighters. So the typical scene is both the fighters are caught by three to four people and they both still try to free themselves and hit each other. And the one who succeeds is declared as the winner. Anywayz after the fight, it was time for negotiations. typically some two three people come out and think of themselves as judges. Here those judges were Mohit and Himanshu. Now story was told to everyone. My side of the story was that i didn't shut his door. And they had attacked me without any proof. Soon people came to know that Mohit was fully drunk and he could not decide. So all eyes turned towards Himanshu. And Himanshu started smiling. "yaar, darwaaza to maine band kiya tha", said Himanshu.

Note: You can see keeda here.

Bhoot in a Dust Bin

2006-09-22T16:47:00.000+05:30

What a boring movie it was. "Bhoot" , apart from some of the horror scenes, there was nothing in the movie. anywayz being a hosteler it was our duty to see each and every movie. But this time it was not a gang of hostelers, that could enjoy any movie. This time only Anchit and I went for it. Because it was time of summer training and there were hardly four or five souls in hostel. I still don't know whether FOUR or FIVE. But i know there were only four visible persons in the hostel. Time was 12:30 AM when we reached back. It was a stormy night. And there was no power in the hostel. All Dark. our rooms were on the second floor and that day nobody else was there on that floor. We climbed the stairs. I saw a dustbin lying in the corridor. While moving I just kicked it and it reached at the other end of the corridor. "Don't hit man, There can be 'bhoot' in it", said Anchit and we laughed. Suddenely we heard a frightening sound. It was sound of lightening in the sky. Air had crossed all the speed limits. Now as it was the time of summers, we could not sleep in our rooms with no power. So we just dragged our beds out in the corridor. Within next half an hour we both were sleeping. Suddenly I heard some voices, "mohinder mohinder". I got up and saw that Anchit was calling me. "yaar, That dustbin is moving towards us". "How funny", I thought. And I saw that the dustbin which had reached the other end of the corridor because of my kick, was now in the middle of the corridor. "Arre yaar, its all due to the air". I laughed at Anchit. "Yaar help me to get my bed inside my room", said Anchit. What, this was too much. Till now i thought he was just joking. But he was seriously scared. Anywayz I helped him in getting his bed inside his room and slept again. After some time I again heard some noises. I saw in the corridor and for a moment it seemed that I am gonna get heart attack. I saw that the dustbin is really moving towards me now. My brain tried its best to tell my heart that its just because of air. But my heart was not ready to hear anything. Now the Dustbin was hardly 5 meters away from me. I gathered all my courage, got up and knocked on Anchit's door. No reply. I again knocked. No reply. Whaaat, was he already dead. But it was me who kicked that dustbin. So I should have been the first target. I gave up knocking on Anchit's door, opened my room and dragged my bed inside, looking at the dustbin all the time. I closed the door and felt a bit relieved. Obviously the next day was a day of telling others about Anchit's fear and laughing on myself from inside. :))

Swimming

2006-09-21T08:26:00.000+05:30

"We are going to university swimming pool", i heard as i saw time on my watch. It was 11:55 PM. Sarao came running to me. "Lets go lets go", were the only words that he was speaking. I thought for a moment and then said, "lets go". There were around 15 of us who agreed with this brilliant idea of going to university swimming pool at this hour of night. Nobody knew whose idea this was. Nobody knew, what will happen if we get cought swimming in the university swimming pool at this time. Anywayz the target location was 1 Km from the starting point. And the gang of 15 pecobians was moving slowly towards the target. On the way, everybody was trying to do something that others would notice. Dancing on the road, shouting loudly, and most importantly watching behind at every moment just to check that all are there and i m not alone. All of us reached at the target location. Climbed on a wall which was around 10-11 feet high. Got into the pool. It was night time so nobody felt shy in removing the clothes in front of others. anywayz, it doesn't matter in the day time also for hostelers. Now all were taking pleasure of swimming. BUT..............."alfa to delta, alfa to delta over", were some of the noises that stopped the moment of everybody. Everybody standing still in the water was watching towards the direction from which the voices were coming. There was somebody on the wall. we couldn't see properly in the night but he definitely had some equipment similer to a wireless in his hand. And he was saying, "haanji haanji, these are around 10-15, We need more force to handle them." Everybody's heart started beating loudly. "Abe police aa gayi, bhaago". There was no time even to get dressed. we picked our clothes in our hands and ran towards the other wall. Sangram Singh and I were the first persons to get out of there and we could run easily. But we had to wait for others. Because anybody could have told our names. In the mean time 2-3 Policemen came and held us from our arms. Its really a funny feeling if you are under arrest and in underwear at the same time. anywayz, fun was our target. Now all those 15 people who were trying different things on the road while coming here so that somebody could notice them were almost naked, moving in a queue and didn't want anybody to notice them. Where are they taking us? What are they gonna do with us? What if some press reporter comes and clicks a very good pose for tommorrow's Chandigarh Times? and many many more questions were banging on our heads. Anywayz, "Shit happens, keep walking". and thats what we were doing. walking in a queue. Finally we reached in front of the University admin dept. We saw some senior police officers sitting there. They asked us to sit on the grass in front of them. Now this was the time when some noises started coming from our side. "sorry sir, sorry sir", were the only words that could be understood. Now there was a guard standing there who actually called the police. He said, "Sir, these people come here daily and sometimes they beat me also". Now this was too much. For a moment everybody had that heroic feeling of fighting for Justice. But it got converted into "sorry sir" very soon when they started asking about our details and when we heard the word "FIR" a few times. Sangram Singh, with a built better than everybody present there including the policemen said, "Sir, look at our healths, Do u think we can beat somebody?". I still don't know whether he was really trying to convince him about our innocence or he was trying to scare him by showing his body. Some half an hour passed in our sorries and as you know, time heals every wound. Now we had started feeling that they are just on duty and doing time pass with us. One person with a pen and notebook in his hand came forward and asked the name of first person sittin in queue and he was SARVNIPUN. All of us started looking at the ground. He asked again. SARVNIPUN disn't speak, nobody left their eyes from the ground. Suddenely SARVNIPUN spoke, Gurpreet Singh from PEC, Himalaya hostel, room no. 236. All of us were shocked. He was giving wrong information to Police. Second person was Sangram Singh, and his name came out to be Pankaj Kumar. After that it became difficult to control our laughter on the funny names that people were telling. Somebody told 'Amit Haldhar', Amit haldhar is a prof. in our college. Then came 'Baljeet Kapoor', oh my God, He was the principal of our college. After taking all the details, they said, "Tommorrow these names are going to be at the table of your principal. Be ready to be expelled from your college. Now go to your hostel and start packing". And they left us free. This was the time to laugh, laugh and only laugh.

The helmet story

2006-09-20T16:11:00.001+05:30

The battle of 4th sem was over and finally the day, the hope of which kept all of us alive during the exams, had come. Yes, it was the day, when almost everybody in the hostel was going home. The time on my watch was around 11:00 AM. Which meant that i had to wait for another 4-5 hours before i leave the hostel. I was thinking of doing something for time pass. suddenely Anchit came to me and said, "yaar dilli is not returning our helmet". dilli was a guy named anil sood. he was called dilli because he was from delhi. But not returning a helmet meant that he was following the hostel rules perfectly. so whats the problem. anywayz, on asking some questions the story came out to be that dilli took a helmet from anchit, which actually anchit took from me. and when anchit asked for that helmet back from dilli, dilli said, he has given it to sheriff. And lazy sheriff doesn't remember anything. Nice loops. Now Anchit wanted me to ask for helmet from dilli, because from Anchit's point of view the helmet was mine. poor guy didn't know that i had never bought a helmet in my life. anywayz i had found something for time pass. Anchit and I went to dilli's room. He was about to leave with a bag on his shoulder. "haan ji dilli saab, where is the helmet?", i enquired. dilli said, "I am going to delhi. we will resolve it after coming back". His 'I won't pay attention to you' attitude irritated me. I cought him from the collor of his shirt and said, "you can't go home without returning our helmet". He was getting late for home, and that was the most enjoyable part for me and anchit. Dilli said, "I have given it to sheriff. I don't know anything more than that". We all went to sheriff's room. Sheriff was lying on his bed with 'who cares' attitude. An unusual eye blink of mine had told sheriff clearly that don't agree. And sheriff did the same. Now dilli was under fire. He tried to get away with some dhamkiyan and all that but when he realized that we r not gonna leave him, he said, "ok, give me 10 mins. I will just bring a new helmet for you". Now that sounded very abnormal but we thought of giving a try. Dilli put his bag back in his room, locked it and went somewhere. Now we were waiting for him in the balcony. After some time we saw that dilli is coming with some person. From a distance it seemed that he is coming with some teacher and it was very scary for me and anchit. "teacher means internal reappear", i thought for a moment and i m sure anchit also did. but when they came a bit near we recognized that the person with him was actually a senior of ours. We both felt relieved. Then we saw a police jeep coming behind them. A sound come from somewhere, "dilli has called the police". But everybody just laughed and nobody even in thier wildest imagination would think that dilli can actually call police. Then the police jeep stopped there only and dilli alongwith our senior reached to us. We thought that dilli has called that guy to resolve the issue. BUT.................................."chal bhaag chalte hain", i heard from Anchit. No, it was not the right move. The fear of teacher was nothing in front of this fear. In next few seconds we were telling the story to the Punjab Police. A lot of other hostelers were trying to convince them that it was nothing serious. After hearing the story a little smile on that Policeman's face gave us a lot of relief. They just noted down our names and other details and got back in their jeep laughing on dilli's bevkoofi. BUT...................."jeep me daalo inko", said one policeman who just arrived on his scooter. Other policemen tried to explain it to him that it was nothing like a hostel fight. BUT................"saala police ko mazaak samajh rakha hai kya. dopahar ke 2 baje saale hum yahan pe ******* aaye hain. daalo in sab ko jeep me". Now it was an open jeep. I was feeling like a hero sitting in between so many policemen. I have seen in movies, heroes sitting in the police van and crowd following the van. It was exactly the same scene. jeep was moving slowly slowly towards the hostel gate and many hostelers were following the jeep. But then slowly slowly jeep got fast and our friends got slow. I asked one of the policemen, "Whats gonna happen?". "Don't worry yaar, yahan log khoon karke bach jaate hain", was the reply. Now it was the time to start enjoying the situation. We reached the police station. More enjoyment, we were brought in front of a lady inspector. Before even listening to our story she started shouting on us. It was like a class which everybody should attend before coming to hostel. Not because she was telling some rules but because you could learn many new GAALIs from her. Now when she stopped, we were asked to tell the actual story. I told our part of the story and dilli told his part of the story. Now if you see the story as a third person, it is clear that dilli took the helmet from anchit and never returned it to anchit. So in Police's eyes, Dilli came out to be guilty. More enjoyment. Now dilli got a very good scolding in front of us. That was really good feeling. Then we had tea and some snacks in the police station. Heard some very interesting stories from one of the hawaldaars. and came back to hostel after spending around three hours there. :-))