I am not even drunk–how is that possible?

Note: Everything shall wait now. I so love myself! Look at this epitaph (link ahead). For jakhar, with love.

or maybe at 6 in morning, I am writing and hallucinating, both.

That first semester routine; wake up – brush – bath – breakfast. In fact mornings such as these remind me of Math-101, Dosas on weekends, morning teas with Tunni and Dubey, Shady’s laoud cassette player, the start of the glorious Chandi (read Chandrol) era, Naagori’s infatuation with mangal pande and consequently with me.

I remember that day when I was forced asked to call up at home and find out if and how we know Mangal Pande. The concerned mother replied in negative and requested me not to fancy any further chances with some Bajpais or Khuranas concerning Atal Bihari or Madan Lal Khurana. How I wish I could tell her, I am being ragged. That Nagori guy was 6 feet tall!

Next task was to dance ‘Kajra re’.

The lobby mates: me, Rahul (this naarcissist made us call him shady), Chintu (the guy next door), Sanjeev and Subodh and an Msc.

If Barney were to define a cool-stud-fast graph and Rahul were to be called the ‘Rawalpindi express’, I would safely be the ‘Sampark Kranti’ but these two, Sanjeev and Subodh, will undoubtedly and affectionately be called “The Slow Brahmaputra Mail That Is Currently Broken Down At Bongaigaon Station. Passengers approach ticket counter for refund please“.

(deep breath)

I mean there were moments when even the resolute me, determined not to laugh and yet again perform that after laugh therapy (musky) could not help but wonder and stare agape, aghast, dumbfounded at the moralistic replies they used to recite verbatim to some common ragging queries and propositions like, “girlfriends? “, ” running commentary on this mute video. smirks “, ” sizes and frequencies”.

They surely made their parents proud (ahem ) but almost all of the times, I was left to do the honors .

Coming back to the Shady and co. well.. umm they were the then  ‘we don’t give a crap buddy. You fuck with us, we give bumps‘. I mean you peep into the room and you find four five of them jumping to the scores of ‘Rape me’, ‘Zombie’ and similar s. Disturbingly so, it happened when one day, that they were shouting high ‘alice! alice! who the fugg is alice‘ and this concerned lobby dude comes up and nudges “Isshhh.. ye Kya ho gaya inhe? Do you know her!“. Phew! ( oh nooo! not again please ) Good he didn’t meet me when they were worshipping nirvana.

more nostalgia. will write it soon. abhi padhai