Food Wars

Have you ever seen a food contest? Lots of people, stuffing food down their belly in a gruesome manner. That is no way to eat. I’ve been a foodie as long as I can remember. Sandwiches and pizzas are my favourite. You can shape the recipe in way you want. Chicken, mutton, salami, paneer, vegetables, you name the item and it can be put on a bread.

A week ago, me and my friends finished our final exams and decided to have some fun. There were several plans thrown about. One that received most attention was drinking. We wanted to go to a nearby bar and drink our worries away. Vodka and whiskey were the favoured choices. Everything in the plan was thought about, budget decided and then settled. We decided to go to a bar and drink.

While we were having this conversation, our friends Karan and Saras were having a different argument all together. It was about who could eat more. It wasn’t a violent argument, but definitely had a lot of boasts.

One said, I can eat 6 chapatis in a sitting. The other one said I can eat a plate full of rice. This way, the whole argument lasted for nearly 15 minutes. Neither wanted to give in to other person’s arguments. Infact, by this time, the arguments were beginning to be quite stupid. Karan said he could eat 10 boiled eggs in a sitting. Saras said he could eat 2 litres of  milk at a time. There was no way to compare who could eat more from their arguments.

At the end, Vicky came up with a solution. Sandwiches. One veg sandwich costs Rs.20 in the bakery. So, he said that we should  buy 20 of them and then have ourselves an old fashioned eating contest. Who could eat most in 5 minutes. It seemed like a good way to test our two friends.

But one problem existed. How were we to pay for all that?

The answer came quite quickly from Saras. He suggested that we gather 10 more people, all close friends and pitch this idea to them. Each person can pay Rs.20 and using that, we would buy the sandwiches.

Surprisingly, it didn’t took us much time to come up with 10 more people willing to pay Rs.20 for some fun. Most of them were people from next wing who played football with us. It was certain that the contest would be quite fun. Also, fun would be their faces when they would be done. I’ve seen some eating contests on youtube and I gotta say, contestant’s faces always look funny when they’re done.

In the evening, I, Tarak, Anil and Vicky went to the bakery and placed an order for 20 veg. sandwiches. The people around us, along with the bakery owner gave us a surprised look. Nobody orders 20 of the same thing ever. It was definitely a record and I felt a little embarrassed with all these eyes on me. Anil and Vicky chuckled. A few people around asked us what we were gonna do with so many sandwiches. We replied we were having an eating contest. They looked surprised and amused at the same time.

In some time, our order came and we went to our corridor. We decided to have the contest in the middle on the corridor so that nobody’s room got littered. We opened up all the sandwiches and placed them on a Saras’s table which we had brought outside his room and placed in the centre of the corridor. Two chairs were placed on the opposite sides of the table where Karan and Saras sat. We called everyone who had paid. We were all eager to see this contest. It was not a matter of who would win that had driven people here. It was the fun that would come when you watch 2 people gulping down food as fast as they could, smearing some sauces on their faces.

About 5 minutes before it started, Sumit commented: “I should try it out too. I am a foodie.”

Only Sarvesh heard this comment and started to laugh loudly. When we inquired, he told us about Sumit’s statement and it made us all laugh. Sumit was the kind of guy who would have two cups of dal for lunch and one chapatti and would declare that he was full. He ate so less that sometimes he made us all wonder how he managed to stay fat.

After a good laugh that made Sumit’s face contort in a fashion that showed he was furious but trying desperately to look amused, we began the contest.

Karan and Saras, both moved their hands and mouths as fast as they could. Saras sipped water after every bite to ensure that the food went in fast. Before that contest, we had assumed that there would be some untouched sandwiches which would be shared between the group. But the way these two gobbled up the sandwiches, we started to worry that none would be left when they were finished. Vicky kept Saras’s score while Tarak did the same for Karan.

After a few quick bites, Karan stopped eating and looked up, panting and smiling. I don’t know what it was but we all started to laugh. Saras looked at people laugh but refused to stop. He kept eating, unconcerned with the surrounding and his competition. Within a few seconds, Karan went back to work. He started to stuff his mouth with two pieces of sandwich at once in a comical fashion. The tomato ketchup was on his nose, his cheeks, hands and chin. It was a comic moment, one that definitely ensured that my Rs.20 had not gone to waste.

When 5 minutes were over, Sarvesh called a stop to the contest. There was 1 untouched sandwich and 2 half eaten ones. Vicky announced that Saras’s score was 9. Tarak announced Karan’s score to be 8. At the very moment, Saras jumped us, both fists in the air and started thumping his chest like King Kong.

It was an amusing site. We all laughed. Karan accepted his defeat graciously, laughing and making jokes that his stomach was about to burst. In all the commotion, the final sandwich disappeared. We still don’t know who the sandwich thief was. So, we now call him simply sandwich thief.

Later that night, all 20 of us went drinking and eating. Except Karan and Saras, all had dinner. Since I do not like the medicine like taste of Whiskey, I had Vodka. Not all of us drank. Few just ate and had soft drinks. None of us were hammered that night, but we still behaved like drunks. We laughed and sung aloud, joking and making fun of each other, and especially the faces of our two competitors.

Somersaulting Football

How many of you like football? You see, in my college, people are crazy about it. There will often be shouting matching about which club is best or which player should win an award. I personally support a club for which I don't really need to fight a lot for: Bayern Munich. Since that club doesn't have much competition in Germany itself, i don't need to participate in screaming matches as much. But when the competitions between clubs from another country like Real Madrid or Barcelona take place, I have to enter to defend the honour of my great club . I'm just kidding. I never enter these pointless competitions. I mean, does anyone's shouting at the top of their voice that Aston Villa is the best make it the best? Ofcourse not. If that would be the case, screamers would be ruling the world.

But you see, these screaming matches are actually nothing compared to the ones we have while playing football in the hostel. In the campus, there are a three grounds available. People play football, hockey and cricket in them. I don't really like cricket as its quite dull. Only two people play actively while other just sit or stand hoping the ball would come to them. And hockey, well that's just downright scary. I mean you run half bent among people carrying wooden sticks and a ball hard enough to smash skull three times over. Just a little false move and the ball or stick could end up in any part of your body. Only the goalie is safe. With that heavy armour and padding, I bet the guy could stop an AK-47 bullet. Just kidding. See, these fields are always crowded so we play in the space provided in the hostel itself. These are a few small fields with volleyball and badminton nets present. According to the authorities, we are not supposed to play anything else in there. But who listens to them anyway? So we play football there. Nobody plays volleyball of badminton in there, which I actually find quite nice. See, in my mind, volleyball means hot girls in bikini playing on the beach. Now if I see some sweaty dudes play it, I'll have nightmare for the next few decades.

This is a narration of one of the most horrific football we ever played. By horrific, I mean a lot of shouting and curse words. So this one day, my gang except Sumit and 5 other guys from nearby corridors assembled in one of the small fields to play football. We divided into teams of 7 each and started the match. My team consisted of me, Tarak, Karan, Garv, Vicky, Shaurya and Anil. Shaurya is a guy not from our wing. I played right back. First few minutes were quite normal. No one scored any goals but several attempts were made. Then, one of the guys named Arnav charged towards the goal from my right. So, I ran to intercept him. As I came infront of him, he tried to cross me by going left. I extended my feet and caught the ball with my leg. Due to his momentum, he tripped over the ball and fell down. I kicked the ball to Karan, who was playing centre forward in our team. But then, Arnav started to shout at me. He started to say that I had committed a foul and that it was a free kick. My whole team defended my saying that he fell down tripping over the ball and it was his fault, not mine. Few players from his team joined in too. He did not take that quite well.

He said, “Fine, play with fouls. You guys don’t know anything about football.”

None of us lost our cool and we continued the game.

After about 20 minutes, we were up by 2 goals. Until now, Kartik has been their goalkeeper. But that changed now. He came in front and Saras substituted him. Now I have mentioned that Kartik is quite non-violent and peaceful. But all of that doesn't apply when he plays football. He plays defence and is extremely aggressive. It’s now that he hits people or fouls a lot. It’s his running style that scares the shit out of even the best players. He runs towards the enemy player like the mad bull runs at the matador. If I see him running towards me, I just kick the ball in general direction of my teammates. I am really scared that if he hits me, I’ll lose a few ribs.

Vicky started charging towards the opponent’s goal. Seeing him with the ball, Kartik charged at him. Now Vicky is a guy of small thin built. So I wondered in how many pieces would he break if Kartik, with is sturdy body and his mad charge hit him. I guess Vicky went through the same thought process. But he did not panic. He increased his pace and ran to meet head on with Kartik. This looked like the scene in Fast and Furious 7 where the Deckard Shaw and Dom speed their cars towards each other and then ram them. Just once thing was different in the whole scene. At the very end, Vicky moved towards the left quickly, dodging Kartik and his tackle and went ahead to score a goal. We all cheered loudly, obviously happy that we now had a 3 goal lead. But when Vicky turned towards us, his face looked like he had just escaped death. Well it was understandable. My whole team broke into a laugh.

Towards the end of the match, while we still were maintaining our 3 goal lead, Arnav charged again, this time from the left. Tarak was defending this position. He is a very good defender with a powerful kick and sturdy build. When Tarak approached him, he held out his hand, pushing Tarak away a bit so he could move smoothly from the area. But this was an obvious foul and Tarak called it. But Arnav did not agree with him and kept moving forward. The reply that he gave was, “Don’t be a wuss.”

Judging by what happened next, I don’t think Tarak took that reply well. He put out one of his legs infront of Arnav, who tripped over it and went somersaulting down on the ground. Boy was that a sight! It was hilarious and I and Karan laughed really hard. Few of us were worried he might have broken something but gladly, he hadn’t. Once he recovered from his fall, the guy got up and went ahead to hit Tarak, shouting all kinds of swear words he had learnt in his lifetime. It was no surprise that a fight would break out. But Karan and Vicky interfered at the right time, pulling Arnav and Tarak away. Arnav still kept trying to hit Tarak until two of his wing mates, Shaurya and Gautam took him away. But that did not stop the verbal wars. All kinds of insults flew from both guys. Some of them were horrible, and some were outright funny. Tarak called Arnav boiled flat blob and cry baby while Arnav shouted bloody drunk pig and wimpy moustache. While the fight was serious, I Anil Karan and Sumit couldn’t stop ourselves from laughing. He insults were hilarious. Arnav has never played with us ever since. But Gautam and Shaurya sometimes join us. We always have a good laugh remembering this game.

The Paint War

Violence is a tricky thing. On one hand, we condone it publically. Children are punished for quarrelling with their siblings and friends and adults go to jail if they break some bones. So many laws are present which tell people: do not fight or else the consequences will be grave. People sit in their homes and watch news on wars in middle east and Africa and then say “Why the hell do people need to fight. They are all stupid in that country”.

But even when we make all these laws and rules against violence and march in protests, we actually enjoy is quite a lot. Games are made about killing people and look how great they sell. So much money is earned by their makers because people like to kill stuff or just beat the crap out of something. WWE, UFC are a few examples which show that the same people who condone violence actually love watching it.

Me and my gang had our own little violent fun a few weeks back. Test series had just completed and we were bored out of minds. We had no clue what to do. Sun was too hot and bright to play football or basketball and there was no new game on computer to enjoy. So, we started to plan an outing. Lots of options came up. Most suggestion involved going to a restaurant, eating and coming back to college. It didn’t sound appealing at all. Don’t get me wrong, the mess food here is horrible and I would love to eat out, but I needed to burn off some energy, and so did the others, except Sumit. He likes to stay in his room and study than to play football. Even I have been staying a lot indoors, but that’s mostly because we play football here like we’re waging our own war. There are fights, angry rants, and a lot of fingers go up. Also I got an injury in my foot that prevented me from playing and put a lot of fear in me about football shoes.

But by this time, I was getting agitated staying indoors. We thought of going go karting once again which Tarak liked a lot because of his love of cars. But most of us were not into it, mainly Sumit and Anil because of what had happened the last time.( Read previous post)

Just when we were thinking that there were no more good ideas, Anil came up with one: Paintball. I’ve never played it in my life but it sure seemed like fun. All of us quickly agreed to go. So we decided to bunk classes on Thursday and go. Since it was a weekday, there would be less people. I’ve always been anti-social and therefore this seemed like an impressive idea to me. Garv needed a bit of persuasion as  he prefers not to bunk classes. But after some time, he agreed too.

On Thursday morning, we took a bus at 10 a.m. in the morning. The thickly packed bus dropped us near the railway station of Secunderabad. From there, a 20 minute auto ride took us to our destination. We fit into auto in three groups. I, Sumit and Saras packed ourselves in one and other seven divided into two groups. While my auto left first, we didn’t get there earliest. We got in last. I think it’s because all three of us has a good round belly.

The Paintball studio was pretty huge. It was compound surrounded by a brick wall. We entered through a glass door and were hit in face with cool a.c. air. It was refreshing after being cooped up in an auto. We bought our ticket, which gave us one 40 minutes in the field. The open area was divided into 6 regions, surrounded by cloth and wood polls. We got field 2. When we reached the gate, we were given our guns, a body armour made of plastic, and a helmet. We were advised not to shoot each other in unguarded regions. 

We divided ourselves in groups of 5. My team included me, Anil, Tarak,Vicky and Kartik. We took the left side of the field. The field was covered with plastic obstacles like walls, plastic mountains and a few plastic bushes. The mountains were about 3 feet high and provided excellent cover.

A guy who worked in the studio stood near the gate and whistled, signalling the start of first round.

The first three rounds that lasted about 20 minutes were a lot of fun. Vicky and Anil proved to be quite good shooters. My aim was not so good. I often ended up hitting the obstacles instead of people. However, Kartik played the worst in our team. It was not because he was bad at shooting or anything. He just didn’t want to shoot people .Since the paint pellets hurt when they hit, it was against his non-violence ideology. I was kind of pissed. We had lost two rounds and the fourth round did not seem to be going too good either. Anil and Tarak were out and they still had 4 people left. I had already given up hope but then, Kartik came out with a nice idea.

I started to shoot from behind my boulder, forcing their team to hide. Only Garv was hit by my sudden attack and he was out. While everyone went to cover to avoid my rounds, Vicky started to move left, hiding behind plastic to make sure he was not seen. When I stopped firing, Kartik ran towards right. The other team saw this and shot a barrage of paint pellets but it missed Kartik. I fired again, driving their whole team behind a boulder. Vicky moved further left and ran towards their line, trying to flank them. Amazingly, they took no notice, almost forgetting that one person was not firing. As I stopped, Kartik ran again. They fired but Kartik was able to get in behind a wall and he returned fire from there. Sarvesh, Karan and Sumit; their three remaining players fired towards Kartik, thinking it was a flanking move. But this had been just a diversion. As they fired right, Vicky moved up from the left and shot all three in the back. I shouted  loudly as the plan had worked. I could not remain angry anymore at Kartik. His plan had equalized the scores.

The fifth round began with both sides exchanging fire while hiding behind. I had made up a technique by this time. I fired without seeing, just holding my head up and shooting in the general direction my friends shot at. It had been a good technique for suppressive fire but had not done any real damage. I was counting on my three hotshots: Vicky, Tarak and Anil to beat the other  team.  They all started to flank while Kartik remained with me, firing at the mountains and walls . Vicky moved from left while Tarak and Anil moved from the right. But by this time, the other team knew of this manoeuvre and they counted by flanking us. Intense firing broke out on the the flanks. Tarak was pinned behind a wall. Intense firing forced him to stay there and so Anil went to his help. He squeezed fired suppressing rounds and came behind Tarak’s wall and told him to move.  As Tarak started to move, he saw Karan getting ready to fire. Immediately, he held Anil by shoulders and moved him infront. 4 rounds hit Anil as Tarak, using him as a human shield moved behind a mountain. This pissed  off Anil and he shouted a whole lot of swear words before leaving the field.

Tarak now tried to take advantage of laughter and shot Sumit 3 times. He had left cover and was standing laughing. 2 of my rounds landed on his chest as well. Tarak now tried to shoot Sarvesh but he ducked in time. While he tried to run to another cover, he was shot by Saras and was out. I, Vicky and Kartik tried to fight back, but no more tactics were left. They were using our own tactic against us. I took the right while Vicky took the left. I was shot by Sarvesh while Saras shot Vicky a few seconds later. Kartik was given an option to surrender and he took it. This made the score 3-2 and we lost. I left a little sad but it had been a fun match. There were just two minutes remaining in our time and so we called it a day. We went to McDonald’s and had lunch. Anil was angry at Tarak the whole day. Next day however, a chocolate fudge ice cream made it up and lightened Tarak’s wallet by Rs 40.

While the violence is wrong, this had been a fun experience and can’t wait to shoot some more. 

Go-Karting-Shower

Have you ever gone go karting? Those little cars look quite harmless and fun don't they?
Well they are not fun if you go around racing while not knowing how to drive....

This is what happened when our group when go karting. Now among us, only Tarak has a driving license. Although I'm not sure he's a very good driver since he has crashed his father's car 4 times in 6 months.

We took a bus from the campus at 10 am and reached the go karting place at 11. I hate travelling these days and you know whom I blame? I blame the public transport. They are so crowded and the buses shake and make noise as if if would fall apart that very moment. 6 of us got seats in the bus, the rest stood. We exchanged seats to make sure all of us got to sit. When it was my turn to stand, I gave my seat to Sarvesh. I held a rod above my head for support and then the dance started. As the bus moved, the people started swaying like leaves in wind. I tried to stand straight but it's really hard to do so when everyone keeps swaying around you and pushes you in same direction.

On reaching the go karting place,we decided we would first go kart and then grab some lunch. It seemed like a nice plan to all of us but Anil. He had skipped breakfast and so decided to fill up on a few burgers. He went and got himself 2 Mc Aloo Tikki burgers and a coke and gobbled them up real slow. Then, we all bought our tickets and went to ride some tiny cars.

They had enough cars for all 10 of us so we got in the cars and fired up the engines while the instructor there told us how to drive them. I have heard a lot of people say driving is a very fun and relaxing activity. Pretty sure they haven't seen the traffic here in the city. No one uses the side indicators and traffic moves so slow at times that you feel you're riding a tortoise.

Well, I got a black and red coloured car and started driving as I had been taught. Tarak was driving the fastest, as expected. I'm pretty sure he finished two laps by the time most of us were done with only one. We all were having fun except two people.

Sumit was in a blue coloured car and was driving quite recklessly. I don't think he liked the idea that Tarak was so good and decided to show off. He gunned his engine ferociously and quickly overtook me, Vicky and Kartik. I was a little startled with his sudden move and shouted "Calm down pal, this ain't a racing track." But, I doubt he heard it, or even if he did, he decided it was not worth his time.

He road ahead was pretty straight and he kept accelerating. Within a few seconds, he caught up with Tarak. But as is his nature, in trying to show off, the guy forgot a turn was coming and he was too fast to make it properly. While Tarak applied his brakes and drifted the car in proper direction, Sumit finally got some sense into him and pushed the brakes and steered the car, letting go off the accelerator. At first I thought he made the drift. But then, came a loud noise of metal crashing into rubber. Sumit's car hit the tyres that were kept for protection. I think they probably saved him a few broken bones, but definitely not the wrath of the instructor who went full Rambo on him. Normally, I would feel bad for a guy who crashed, but this was too hilarious to control my laughter. People around followed my suit too. I don't think Sumit appreciated it cause he gave me his" I'll kill you" look.

But this was not the funniest incident. Some time later, Sumit got into the car and started driving. I think scolding by the instructor had its effect because he stopped driving recklessly. I had driven 5 rounds by now, which was the limit and so came out of the car and watched as Anil and Sumit, the last two completed their final round. Anil was ahead of Sumit and not matter how much Sumit tried, he couldn't overtake Anil. One could tell he was getting frustrated by the look on his face. And then he went around and did something that makes up for one of the funniest payback seen I've ever seen. Sumit hit Anil's car in the backside on the left. Because of this, Anil's car swerved and turned around in a circle. Now remember I told you Anil had stuffed burgers before? Well it turns out that reckless driving and heavy exercise don't go well if you have just eaten. All the food that had gone into his thin, shrunken belly came out with a violent force. And guess who was on the receiving end of it? All that vomit splashed right on Sumit. For a moment, everything went quite. But then the crowd around cheered. We all started to laugh and clap. Karma had definitely been a bitch. Sumit just sat there dumb faced while Anil too joined in the laughter.

Both of them then came out of the car. The authorities allowed Sumit to use the employee restroom to clean up. We got him a new shirt so he could change. But just for fun, we got him a smaller size. It looked extremely ridiculous on him, but there was nothing he could do about it. Anil cleaned his face and then we had lunch at Mc Donald. Sumit had to sit away as none of us wanted to be near him. Afterall, he smelt like vomit.

We then took a bus back to the campus and Sumit rushed to have a bath. I think he learned his lesson that day. Never try to show off.  

It is love...... brother

This story is of my friend Saras. Now guys I have told you that he is kind of a playboy. Often, he skips dinner with us because he is out with some girl. You would think that he would have made girlfriends by now .....several of them. We also thought he would have been in love atleast once . But, this was not so. However, that fact changed towards the end of the second year. Guys, I'll narrate to you how my friend fell in love for the first time.

It was the middle of the second semester of the second year. Usually, our entire gang of 10 go to dinner together. But, one one night, Saras refused to come. So we went by ourselves to get some dinner. Now guys, dinner typically lasts 15 minutes for me. I eat quite fast. So does everyone else except our dear friend Anil. He usually fills his entire plate with food and sits for about 40 minutes eating it. Its not that he eats a lot. Karan and Saras have the appetite even greater. What makes Anil so late is that he kind of plays with his food while he eats. What is mean is, he'll take a spoon and dip it in dal. Then, he will run the spoon in circles for 4-5 turns slowly. After that, he will fill only half the spoon with dal and slowly sip it. So our entire task of dinner, which includes walking to the mess and coming back, takes about an hour.

Now on this particular day, the same routine followed and when we came back, we saw that Saras's room was locked. First we ignored it thinking he must have gone somewhere. That night, he returned at 11 pm. When we asked where he was, he told us he had some work. This would have been the end of it, but we started to notice that this was becoming a routine. Atleast 3-4 days a week, he would do this and always come back at the same time. We all started to think something was up. Obviously we thought it was some girl he was trying to woo. But the unusual part was that he always tells us if he is doing that. But on this occasion, he told us nothing. Even on repeated queries, the guy kept saying that he had some  work.

In about 2 weeks we all lost our patience. So we decided to tail him. He waited infront of the mess and kept a watch at the hostel gate. He came out about 15 minutes after we left our rooms. He then started to walk towards the girls hostel. The girls hostel in our campus is on the opposite side of the boys hostels. Its a 10 minute walk across the hockey field. They also have a mess there which is smaller that our mess and also serves much better food than ours. Seriously guys, the food in our mess sucks. Its surprising given that when same cooks make food in night canteen, its quite delicious.

So, we followed Saras to the girls hostel. There, to no one's surprise, he met a girl. This girl was thin, fair, had a nice figure and dressed quite stylishly. So, to sum it up, she was out of Saras's league. Now you see, when i say playboy, i mean he talks to a lot of girls and probably knows all the girls on campus, including the research scholars. But to this day, none if us have seen him in a relationship.

Then went in the mess and we all went in too. It was a different mess than the one in which we were registered so we had to pay and eat. Now you see, we thought we were like those cools spies in the movies, stealthy and smart. However, as it turns out, we looked like idiots. This fact was pointed out to me buy a friend who was in the same mess and saw us that day. Saras and his special lady friend talked and ate for about and hour and then went out of the mess. We stayed at the table without looking suspicious of weird thanks to Anil, who ate his dinner with the same ritual he always does.

I, Karan, Tarak and Sarvesh quickly followed Saras and his friend while others finished dinner and joined with us later. We saw them walk towards the back of the campus to a lane we call couple's lane. This place is quite aptly named. Its a dark path with trees on both sides, a footpath that is rarely used and has dim lighting. Because of these factors, couple hang out there a lot.

While we were curious to know what would happen, with few of us coming out with weird ideas, we decided it would be creepy if 9 guys go there stalking a couple. So, we went to our rooms and waited for Saras. He showed up at 11pm and we all ganged up on him. We informed him of what we did. He was quite pissed at first obviously, but then calmed down and told us that he was in love with this girl and wanted them to be a couple before telling us. We all cheered and teased him for a few days.

But about a week later, he told us that she had said to him that she likes him like a brother. Now guys, no boy wants to hear this from a girl he loves. And obviously it was hurtful to my friend. And so, the most appropriate thing to do was to console him and say that it would be better and that the next girl who would come would be nicer and would love him. But you see, we aren't appropriate people at all and neither do we have andy manners. So what did we do? We laughed hard. Infact, Sarvesh laughed so hard he ended up falling from the chair he was sitting on. And then, we laughed on that .

The amazing part is, it actually helped our friend. He started to laugh too. And then we made fun of few other things.

 

What was in that cake ???

This story only involves only Tarak and Kartik. These two had gone to Mumbai for internship. Now these two are really an odd duo. Kartik is spiritual and would never smoke or drink. However, Tarak is completely opposite. When he wakes up, it feels as if he has an hangover, His eyes remain only half open, his posture slouchy and he gives the vibe of a guy who has never been sober his entire life.

Now these two had gotten internship in the same company. The company's name was Silph Security Solution. The company offers meal coupons worth a hundred and fifty rupees a day that can be availed in three cafeterias located nearby. The working days are Monday to Saturday. The hours were flexible to them as long as they met the deadline. I am, however not going to go into detail about their project.

This incident occurred one day before the deadline day. Kartik and Tarak had been staying in a rented flat. It wasn't very big, just one bedroom, kitchen and hall. As I mentioned Tarak frequently gets drunk, and so, one day, he brought home a packet of ready to make chocolate cake. The decision was taken that the cake will be make that night itself but some of it will be saved for partying the end of the project. Kartik and Tarak together started to make the cake. During that time, Kartik swears he only left Tarak alone with the cake mixture just once when he had gone to pee. In that very moment, stretching no more than 2 minutes, Tarak made a cake that gave us a story we shall all remember for the rest of our lives.

When the baking was done, they ate only about 1/4th of the cake that night and then went to sleep.

Next day, Kartik left late as he had overslept. Tarak had already gone ahead. It seemed a good idea to Kartik to take the cake with him to office to share with the supervisor and two other members of the team. The two members included two other boys from a college in Mumbai itself.

The day went pretty normal.They gave their final presentation and submitted the project. During the lunch hour, when Tarak had gone to wash his hands, Kartik produced the box of cake. Happily, all the team members along with the supervisor devoured most of the box before Tarak came out. On comprehending what had happened, his stoned looking face went pale. Only he knew that the cake contained something very inappropriate for the office environment.........

His shock was easily noticed but he refused to tell the reason when asked the reason of the sudden reaction. I think others would have probably thought that he didn't want to share the cake or something else. He sat down and the conversation continued. He ate only one piece of the cake. Immediately, there was no reaction. However, the catastrophe began about an hour later.  Everyone, including the supervisor began to feel dizzy and funny. They cracked weird and inappropriate jokes. One of the guys even recorded the entire incident on his cellphone...... well he thought it was a phone. According to Tarak, he was using a whiteboard duster as a video recorder.

The next day, Kartik and the other two guys realized what had happened. You see guys, Tarak had put some weed in the cake.... He wanted to get Kartik stoned. However, his planned had backfired . Now, the biggest anxiety was what was the supervisor going to do. He was to give marks to them for the project, but knowing what they had done, he probably wasn't going to give all that great marks.

They thought of calling and asking him but none of the four had the will to do it. Afterall, it had been an extremely inappropriate incident.

So, they spent the time till results came in great trepidation. I think Tarak would have reduced his anxiety emptying a few bottles of alcohol......

But, the result, when came, was a great surprise to my friends . All of them had gotten full marks.
Now , its impossible to deduce what exactly passed in the mind of the supervisor when he gave them their marks of whether he was still stoned when he entered their marks, but as long as they got good marks, that question didn't have a lot of importance.

The Drunken Fiasco!!

We have a resort near our campus. Its a 10 minute auto ride. About 2-3 time a semester we go there for dinner or breakfast. The breakfast is a buffet on Saturdays and Sundays and costs just Rs. 200. The food is usually continental style which is fine by me because after eating two years of mess food, I'm not really fond of eating Indian when I go out. Not all of my friends share my feelings on this matter. Sumit agrees with me but I find it to be very odd. He is quite fat even though all I see in his plate is lots of dal(pulses), curry and one roti(Indian Flatbread) at most. But the reason I feel it odd is that he never eats Indian food like Indian food. He eats it in continental style. Also whenever his mom comes over, all he eats are sandwiches and milkshakes and at home he eats a lot of pasta. Rest of our gang has already come to realise this as his staple food.

We left at 5 p.m. in the evening.The resort has pool table so we had planned to play pool for about 2 hours before going for dinner. We reached in 10 minutes and after a 10 minute walk and Rs. 40 per head tickets, we were at the table. We were 10 people so we occupied two tables. On my table were me and Kartik in one team and Sumit and Saras. The first game lasted about 20 minutes and we ended up losing. Anil, by this time was bored so he came to our table and started talking as we set the table for another game. Garv was bored too. He did not like playing pool so came near our table and started talking. We decided to divide the two players in teams so that all are involved. Anil came with us and Garv went on the other side.  To make the game more interesting, I bet Saras Rs. 50 on the game. This was a surprise for all and certainly attracted more attention to the game. Since, we were to play for a very long time, we decided to make it a 2 out of 3 win scenario. The game was more fun now due to the thrill of money, This was the first time I was gambling money. We won the first match by a very small margin. Tarak had bought a bottle of beer by that time and offered me some. I took a sip and went back to play. But before the game started, we thought it would be a long time and some snacks were needed. So we bought a few packets of chips. I, Tarak, Karan, Saras and Sumit bought one bottle of bear each while the rest took soft drinks of their choice. We ended up losing both the matches and my excitement of winning my first bet money was ruined. By the end of the game, Tarak had finished two bottles of beer while the rest of the drinkers had gulped down one.


Now we moved to dinner. We ordered rogan josh, fish tikka masala and some chicken dish. Five people in our group are vegetarian so they ordered their own green stuff. I, Tarak and Sumit decided to have some more drinks and ordered a beer each. The dinner was fun. We made fun of Sumit as usual and he passed some snide comments which nobody took seriously. By the time food arrived, I had finished half of my beer and Sumit and Tarak were staring in an empty bottle. Therefore, they ordered one bottle each. The rest of us advised against it since but neither listed to us. Tarak was already getting a little tipsy. We thought we will have to carry him. What none of us remembered at that time was that Sumit was a new drinker. He had never drunk before.

It took us about 40 minutes to consume our food while discussing about sports. Anil seemed upset because something had happened to Messi while Karan was mostly quite and looked sleepy. Main course was followed by desert. I had a slice of apple pie which was delicious but extremely overpriced. I think it costed me around Rs.250 for a slice of apple pie. All of us had desserts and then proceeded to the exit. It was 9:50 and and our campus gate closes at 10:15. So, we hurried to get an auto. Tarak and Sumit could barely stand straight. Tarak was still keeping his composure a bit. He was able to walk while Sumit had to be given support. Garv and Sarvesh were holding him by his shoulders. I was feeling a little wobbly too and just to be careful, I had Kartik by my side. He was making jokes about the three of us. By the time we got to the exit, Sumit had fallen down twice and was singing weird songs which sounded hilarious.  What I did not realize was that Garv and Karan were filming the entire episode on their cell phones. We got an auto easily and reached the campus by 10 pm. The guard at the gate asked, me, Sumit and Tarak to stand aside. We saw a bunch of other people standing there. They had all been drunk. I got scared. The news hit me like a bus. I stood their with my friends and college mates waiting to be scolded and punished.  My college is quite strict with rules and several people have been suspended for possession of drinks and cigarettes.

After the queue of incoming people was cleared and gates closed, head of security came to us and in a surprisingly calm voice said, don't make any nuisance now in the college. Then, he motioned us to go to our rooms. It was a huge relief. I and Tarak went to our rooms while supporting Sumit. It seemed like we were carrying a huge brick of steel that weighed a ton. In the room, we described the event to the rest of the gangs and they were surprised too. Then after some talking, we all went to sleep.

In the morning, we were showed the video. I and Tarak laughed a lot, especially when we say Sumit falling so much. He did not take in such a funny manner but did not make a scene. The whole event had been extremely fun and we still often recall the experience and laugh about it. 

The Dark Day

Imagine a hostel of 3 storeys, with the nearly 700 rooms, immersed in complete and haunting darkness. That was how all the hostels looked on that day in our campus. I do not remember the date or the actual day but it was something related to conservation of electricity. Some geniuses in the college had thought it was a good idea to shut down electricity to all the hostels for 3 hours on a particular night.

When I first heard of it, I thought it was some joke that was being circulated around the college. But on that night, at about 8 pm, I was shocked when the electricity went out. I had been playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare on my laptop when this happened. Back then I was in my first year and I had a habit of plugging the laptop in charging everytime I played a game on it since games consume a lot of energy. Thanks to that, when light went out, I had a full 100% charged battery. But I knew it very well that playing a game would burn this out within 2 hours.

There was a lot of shouting going on in the hallway and so I stepped out of the room. Kartik and I had rooms on different floors in the first year. He was on the third floor and I on the second. I locked my room and proceeded to his, wading through a crowd of crazed first year students. People were shouting throughout the hostel. To anyone who was not of this college, it would have appeared to be an insane asylum. But I was familiar with this routine. Everytime the electricity would go out, students would come out and start shouting, sometimes hurling abuses at each other playfully and sometimes beating each other just to pass the time.

I walked through this mess and reached the third floor and found Kartik's room. I knocked on it a he opened. It was pitch black so we could hardly make out each other's faces. His laptop was on  and he was watching a Naruto:Shippuden episode he had downloaded. In the first year, Kartik never played games on computer. He only watched anime to pass his time or sometimes meditated. He never takes his laptop of the charge and therefore had full 100% backup. I sat on his bed while he sat in his chair and we started to watch the anime. After about 45 minutes, we got a call from Sumit. He asked us to come outside the hostel as everyone was gathered there. We arrived outside 10 minutes later. There was electricity in the mess and all the street lights were on. I felt somewhat better. While I'm not scared of darkness, not being able to see anything and not having my fan running is a pain is the a**. 

We started taking a walk around the campus. After about 30 minutes of walking, all of us were bored. Some of them sat outside on the footpath. I, Kartik and Sumit decided to go back to Kartik's room. We planned to watch Wolf of Wall Street. While walking on the stairs, Sarvesh and Anil also decided to join us. We were climbing the stairs when an idea stuck me. Sumit and Kartik were ahead and the rest of us were some 10 feet behind them. I told Anil and Sarvesh my plan. They all agreed. We called Sumit. We told him the plan and to say Kartik that it was his parents and that he shall catch up with us after talking to them. He followed the plan and took a different turn. When he was gone, Kartik turned to catch up with us. But by that time, we were hidden in darkness. There was a distance of 6 rooms between us. Kartik shouted to us and we didn't respond. We only laughed silently. 

One thing I didn't tell you was that Kartik scares easy. He never watches horror films alone and even while watching with us, he covers his eyes whenever a horror scene comes. I had figured he was afraid of darkness too. It would turn out that I had got it right. Kartik stopped moving completely. We could see him well because he had switched on the torch in his cellphone and was waving it right and left to see where everyone was. It was lucky for my plan that there were no other people. I and Anil took up two different routes to reach him while Sarvesh kept watch on Kartik from the route we had been walking earlier. It took us about 2 mins to reach into our position, We didn't know where Sumit was but we were sure he was watching. I and Anil waited for some time. The moment we both came into Kartik's blind spot, we jumped up shouting Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa. In response, Kartik jumped up shouting. He was clearly frightened. Then I and Anil started laughing. It was followed by laughter from Sarvesh and Sumit who not came out of their hiding. Kartik was not laughing. He had a expression that told us he was not amused. But it had been funny as hell for us. 

Laughing, we went to Kartik's room and watched the film. Next day, this incident was told to the other members of the group and we all had a laugh. Sometimes, we still talk about it and laugh. I am waiting for another such dark day to pull of something funny again.

Pack and Move

Hey guys, its been a long time I wrote. Sorry about that...
In our college, after the first year is over, the first year students are supposed to change rooms. The process of this is very cumbersome. First we have to go and buy cartons in which to put in all our stuff. Then we have to buy tapes to seal the cartons on all sides. We put all the stuff we can't carry home into this carton and then seal it with tapes. The cartons are usually old ones that used to carry biscuit or mixtures for the shop more . So they really aren't very reliable and hence we put in a lot of tapes to make sure they hold.

Two days before we were to leave the campus, we had started packing. The exams had just gotten over and all of us were lazy. Kartik was helping me pack. I had two cartons and we were putting lots of stuff in it. I am a little paranoid and over-thinker by nature so i was using a lot of tape, especially in the below part to make sure the box doesn't rupture. Kartik was nagging me about how it was a waste of time and how i should not use so much tape, but i didn't listen to him. I also had one large suitcase which i decided to leave behind. So, i also stuffed it with lots of stuff. Ironically , I ended up throwing most of the stuff in the new semester....

After finishing my packing, we went to Kartik's room. He hadn't even sorted anything so we sorted all the stuff. Half his bed was full of books and items he was going to pack.... and the whole floor was covered in wrappers from kurkure, lays and other stuff he had been collecting the entire semester. For a spiritual guy, he is unusually untidy.

Well, we first took out the trash and then went about packing. He used two small boxes. After he was done, we decided to go and keep our goods in the common room. One common room had been assigned to students of  wing and they had to keep their stuff there itself. I and Kartik made a total of three trips. To no one's surprise, mine took two trips. During Kartik's trip, one of his boxes opened from below and all the stuff he had packed fell down. It was hilarious given the fact that he was nagging me about using too much tape. He waited down as  I went to get the tape. After repacking it on the stairs itself, we went and submitted his boxes too.

Following this we went to check on other people. Sarvesh, Anil and Garv were in the Anil's room. He was having a shortage of boxes and was desperately trying to fit his stuff in the boxes he had. One thing about my gang is that we are extremely lazy. So, walking 10 mins and buying other box was definitely not on our list. After some time, Anil and Garv went out to ask if someone had spare cartons. That was the time when Sarvesh and I had a mischievous idea. We took Anil's mobile phone and put it well inside one of the cartons. It was hidden well and couldn't be seen. About 10 mins later, Anil and Garv returned with a spare carton and the packing was completed.

We then decided to go to mess and have dinner. So Anil went to his table to get his phone, but to his surprise, it wasn't there. He started searching for it everywhere. He searched his desk drawers, cupboards and below the bed. He even searched the entire length of corridor wondering if he had dropped it. Still, the phone was nowhere to be found. By now, he was sweating and his face was all tensed. I looked at Sarvesh. He was barely containing his laughter. I and Kartik were in a similar state. After 5 mins of more searching, Anil's phone started ringing. I guess it was a call from his home. I and Sarvesh started laughing uncontrollably. Anil figured out what has happened and turned towards us. His face was red with anger, yet his expression was comical and just served to fuel our laughter. He shouted at us and we ran . He started chasing us. I decided to run out of hostel towards the coffee shop while Sarvesh headed towards the washroom. Anil decided to go after Sarvesh. I went to have dinner and was joined in mess by Garv and Kartik who informed me that Sarvesh had locked himself in one of the bathrooms and Anil was waiting just outside shouting all kinds of curses.

That day, Sarvesh spent half an hour in washroom. When he came out, he was comically scared. His face had a mixed expression of laughter and fear . Anil had calmed down after we gave him an ice-cream.

Although the job of packing and moving had been cumbersome, this had been an extremely amusing night.

The tale of Get Out

There are certain phrases or words that people use so often or in such a manner that it becomes synonymous with their name. Like I have been nicknamed chava by my group. It is because in our first semester together, I used the word chava meaning 'stud' quite often. Every time someone scored a goal in a football match,or when someone did really well in tests or some other achievement, i used to call them chava. This is a story about how the phrase get out became synonymous with Sumit.
I already told you that Sumit is an over pampered kid. Along with that, he also gets irritated quite fast. I have seen his face go red with angry if someone teases him even a little.
This is a story of the day we were watching 'Body of Lies', a Leonardo DiCaprio film.It was the time when election were going on in our college. There were 6 of us watching it in Sumit's room. The 5 of us were me,Sarvesh,Kartik,Anil and ofcourse Sumit. The movie was quite interesting and we all were very focused. Well, everyone was focused except Anil who kept making some weird but funny comments. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Our focus shifted from the movie towards the knock. Hearing the knock, we all turned towards the door while Sumit paused the film and got up to open the door. Looking at his face, one could easily figure out he didn't like being disturbed while watching the film. Door opened to reveal Tarak standing outside. He was  carrying a bag. His eyes were only half open, a characteristic of his. He entered the room while one of us popped the question "where are you coming from". Given the fact that it was 8 pm, we were sure he wasn't returning from college. He replied " I had a quiz club meeting. What are you guys doing?"
Sarvesh replied " Watching a movie. Come join us."
Tarak removed his bag and tossed in on the ground. He was eating a chocolate bar and threw it wrapper in the dustbin inside Sumit's room. Sumit shouted "don't throw it in there. I just cleaned my dustbin."
We were all a little surprised. A dustbin is a dustbin whether clean or not and is made for throwing stuff. Plus, a small wrapper wouldn't make it so dirty that it would be needed to be cleaned again.
When Sarvesh and I pointed it out to him, he got a little pissed but said nothing. Other than Sumit, we all let out a giggle and let the wrapper stay in the dustbin.  Tarak then came and sat on the bed and asked for a summary of what had happened till now. So we narrated to him the whole story in 10 minutes. Sumit did not look pleased with this time-off but didn't complain about it. After we were done narrating the story to Tarak, we played the movie again. Again we had to listen to Anil pointing the mistakes in the movie and make stupid comments.
Barely 15 minutes later, there was another knock on the door. However this time, it was a soft knock. Sumit paused the movie, but not in a calm was. He hit the space bar button hard enough to make a loud noise and got up murmuring something none of us understood. He opened the door. Saras was standing there. He said he wanted to talk about H-rep. H-rep stands for hostel representative.
Just as he started to come inside, Sumit shouted " Get Out".
We all turned out heads towards Sumit and wondered what he was doing. Sumit face was red and twisted with anger. His one fist was clenched while other one was open, with the index finger pointing towards the door. We could make out he was furious but had no clue as to why.
Saras also stood there, eyes open wide which showed he was just as surprised as we were. First I figured that he had pissed off Sumit sometime before and Sumit was still angry at him. But then Sumit spoke.
"I just want to watch the freaking movie in peace. But you all keep coming and disturbing me and dirtying my dustbin. And this idiot Anil keeps making poor jokes. Why the hell can't you people let me watch the movie in peace. I don't want to hear anything. Just get out and let me watch the movie in peace."
It was the first time anyone of us had seen him so pissed off. But at the same time , he looked absolutely ridiculous. His plump face was red and twisted,his one eye small and another one big and his one fist clenched and other one pointing at the door. His lips formed and odd shape. It was not a frown. It appeared like someone had hit him in the face and distorted it. I looked at Sarvesh and couldn't help but smile. He smiled back signaling that he found Sumit's face to be comical as well.
Saras got pissed at this rude behavior and said " I have an H-rep candidate here with me who is in third year. If you don't want to hear about this, you get out. "
Hearing this, Anil let out a laughter. By this time, the H-rep candidate, whom we all had missed came into the picture. He was standing behind Saras. His face showed surprise as well. He had no idea what was going on and was blankly staring at us for some clue. I am sure he was thinking , " did I walk into a psych ward?"
Sumit's face was now filled with embarrassment. He had actually shouted at a senior. He started saying" I'm sorry bhaiya (big brother). I didn't know you were standing there. I was just pissed at these guys."
As he said this, the redness of his face vanished, his face looked scared and his fist was no longer clenched.
We all thought the senior would shout at Sumit but he did not. He just came in, completely ignored Sumit and gave us his manifesto. He was talking about what all he would do to help us, how he would organize the bhavan night, a night on which all members of hostel play games, eat and party together. I actually wasn't listening to him. I was looking at Sumit, trying to figure out what he was thinking. All I could make out was that he was damn scared and looked like he would start crying.
Gladly he didn't do that.
When the senior left, we all decided not to watch the movie but rather go for dinner in the mess. Sumit did not accompany us. Throughout the dinner, we talked about the incident. We also had a good laugh as we discussed the look on Sumit's and the senior's face. Saras was extremely angry for obvious reasons. He was the one who had been insulted and didn't like that at all.

Although this incident occurred in the beginning of the first semester of our second year, we still talk about it frequently. It has become a good source of amusement and  has generated several memes.
But the most important reason why this incident has become so common among all of us is because of the phrase get out. We often tease Sumit with this, but make sure we don't hurt his feelings too much.

Birthday tradition.............Garv's spanking

Birthdays are usually celebrated by congratulation a person, giving gifts and sometimes, birthday bombs. However, we have a very unique birthday tradition. At 12 am , just when the guy's birthday starts, we take him out of his room, to a free space in the hostel. We call this free space as the cuty. Its an open space where we play football and cricket.
So, after reaching the cuty, we make a loose circle and place the birthday boy in the centre.Now, the real fun starts. Each guy takes of his footwear, and slaps the birthday boy on the buttocks. And its not just one slap, the birthday boy gets nearly 150-200 slaps. Number of slaps given by each person varies, but always, the person who slaps the most is Tarak. He slaps in a unique way. He holds the footwear tightly and one other guy holds the hands of the b'day boy towards the front so that there is nothing blocking the buttocks. And then comes a spree of slaps. Tarak swings his hangs to and fro, slapping the multiple times and as fast as he can. He never stops before he is tired, and by the time he is done, the b'day boy is already rueing the day he made a friend in Tarak.

I'll get to the story now:

On Garv birthday, everything started as i wrote above. We took him to the cuty and formed a circle. Garv stood in the centre, and then we began the spanking. Tarak was the first to go. His slaps came like a hail of bullets from the machine gun, extremely fast and extremely hard. Garv started jumping after a few slaps and making a comic noise which suggested he was in pain and at the same time not offended. Tarak stopped after about 20 slaps and then stepped back. His hand was now paining. Now, I, Sarvesh and Anil stepped up. Our slaps weren't as merciless as Tarak's. We were much slower than him. By the time we finished, Garv wanted a break. We brought cold water in a bottle and he put it on his butt. Comically, he got some relief and laughed. It reminded me of tom and jerry cartoon show in which tom often used to out his butt in a bucket of water after it had been set on fire by jerry.The slaps continued then for about 20 mins, during which sometimes Garv ran in circles with us running behind him and sometimes for 'butt in the bucket' break. By the time we were finished, Garv's ass was paining like hell, but he behaved like a good sport, relishing in the joy that he'll take his revenge on each of our birthdays.

This spanking session was followed by a question and answer session. It was no simple session. It involved pretty embarrassing questions.
We asked if he had a crush. He replied with a straight faced no.
Obviously we didn't buy this so we started teasing him by the name of the girls he normally talks to. On taking a name of a particular girl, he started blushing. We shall call this girl Aarti.
So we started a series of questions about this girl. We asked if he fantasized about this girl, if he has any feeling for this girl , what was the best thing he liked about this girl  and a bunch of other questions made to make him uncomfortable and blush more . He gave all lame answers like I love her nature, he doesn't has any romantic or horny feeling for her and that she is just a friend. Frankly, the truth wasn't what we were after.We just wanted a good laugh and his facial expressions were providing us that.

This was followed by the final session: The action session.
This involves stupid and embarrassing tasks.
The first task we gave him was pole dancing. We thought he would do a very clumsy pole dance. But we were all in for a surprise.He moved his body like a real dancer. The pole dance was something you see in a movie, except that here there was a teenage boy on the pole in shirt n pants rather than a hot girl in bikini. He danced around the pole in a real professional manner, holding the pole and sliding up and down, putting one leg up and giving a sexy stare and lifting the shirt up to his chest.
This actually made me wonder about his sexual orientation. We all laughed and pretended to throw money at him. Since we didn't have any money, we just made hand gestures for it. Saras went up and put a piece of paper down his shirt. That was hell of a scene and we all had a good laugh.

This ended a session that had lasted for nearly an hour. Guess time actually flies by when you are having fun. Next day Garv had a very sore butt and stayed in his room for most of the day. We did give him a bournville candy bar which he likes.







I'll narrate more fun stories here. See you then ...............

Welcome to My story blog

I am studying in an engineering college in Hyderabad.
Through this blog, I'm gonna tell you guys about the fun stuff that goes on in here.
My group is made up of 10 guys, only one of us is normal, and that is my friend Vicky.
The dramatic and emotional one is Sumit.
The gaming guru is Sarvesh.
The drunk, cigarette smoker is Tarak.
The sleepy one is Karan.
The silent spiritual one is Kartik.
The serious, political thinker is Garv.
The complete idiot is Anil.
The girl chaser is Saras.
And i am Sagar, i am a war freak. I read about wars, weapons military.

Vicky is a tennis player and has a lot of stamina. His sense of humor is not so much but he is a good guy to hang out with.

Sumit is a fat guy from a rich family who has been pampered a little too much. For a guy as rich as him, he is extremely cheap, and always says he doesn't have any money on him even thought his wallet is full of cash. He also borrows a lot from others and when it comes to paying back, replies: " I do not have any change. Can you break a 500? "

Sarvesh is a guy who has spent most of his teenage playing games. He owns and xbox, playstation 2 and a sony vaio laptop which has been customized for gaming. He eats protein bars because according to him, it gives him energy to play more.

Tarak is the guy to whom you would go if you wanted to get high. He can hook you up with alcohol, cigarettes and some weird kind of drugs he makes my mixing stuff himself. He often looks hungover and has a weird sleeping cycle.He is up at night and sleeps during the day. Usually lunch at 2pm becomes his breakfast.

Kartik is a deeply spiritual and stinky guy.He reads a lot of spiritual books and does meditation atleast for an hour a day, but somehow always forgets to take bath. Bathing once is 2 weeks is more than enough for him.

Karan ............ well pretty much all he does is sleep. He goes to bed at 12 am and then gets up at 8 am for breakfast. Then the sleeps again, sometimes till lunch and sometimes till class . Skipping class is pretty normal for him as he remain in the embrace of his love the whole time: SLEEP.

Garv is an independent guy who reads serious political stuff, watches news on you tube and the only guy i have seen in my entire college who wears kurta instead of T-shirts. He is pure politician material.

Anil is full on mad. He often shouts at people for even slightest of disturbance, gives them a serious looks but that is pretty much all of it. I have never seen him act on any one of them. Like one time, i locked his door from the outside. When he figured it out, he said he'll beat me up when he gets out of the room, its been about 6 months and he hasn't carried it out yet.

Saras is a girl chaser. But he is no player. Often the girls he flirts with end up making him her sworn brother. He has a lot of contacts among girls, but none of them are in a romantic sense.

As for myself, I like to read about wars and weapons. I also write reading novels and finish them pretty quickly. I love eating. I have a sweet tooth and its the reason i have a big belly. Sometimes i behave like crazy, laughing for no reason and giving big creepy smiles just so that i can creep people out.

















The characters in this blog are not real and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental