"You think my eyes are closed, but i am looking at you the whole fucking time!" - Eddie Vedder
This is more than just a blog. Its a dedication to my most annoying yet closest of pals. Even Ferris Buller had a kick-ass life compared to the years of tribulations that our man has gone through! I raise a bottle of Crystal to you my friend!
Like all things in college, shit usually hits the roof, fan and any other open space available on a Saturday night. Its exactly what happens when you put a bunch of 20-21 year old's all in the same place (the hostel) drunk out of there minds at 11 o'clock on a Saturday evening! With the drunkenness comes the loss of memory so very few nights can actually be documented. So, it happens one Sunday morning that i am standing outside my institute gates apologizing to a guy i have only heard of but not met since we started college about a month back. The 'heard of' part was more of somebody bitching to me about what this fellow had done yet again! As was natural - i was pissed off even before i had met the guy. Carrying on with Saturday night, about a month into college, i came back happy and drunk to the hostel. When i entered my room, somehow all the happiness vanished looking at the chaos that ensued. My roommate - who happened to be one of the bitches - was standing next to his bed which was soaking wet! I don't really think i even heard the whole story before i was in the room across mine where the fellow in question resided. Again no recollection here except that i entered the room the man stood up i slapped him across his face and he pushed me towards the wall, by which time there were quite a few people in the room to break up the mess. Arguments, abuses and a little bit of steam later things calmed down and things went on towards other crazy Saturday night pursuits.
This brings me to Sunday morning. Still a little hazy, badly hungover and very hungry i made my way to the institute cafeteria in the hope to find food. As i got on to the road towards the institute gates i saw a figure standing outside - obviously waiting for his girl because the girls hostel was right opposite. When the distance shortened and there was no more haze in front of my eyes i realized SHIT! this is the guy i had the scuffle with. Something, and i wish i knew, just something at that very instant made me walk up to him and reach out for his hand to shake and apologize to him for last night. And, so it was that Sunday morning when Nikhil Menon and i introduced ourselves to each other, let bygones be bygones and basically made messing around with each other an intrinsic part of our brotherhood.
This is more than just a blog. Its a dedication to my most annoying yet closest of pals. Even Ferris Buller had a kick-ass life compared to the years of tribulations that our man has gone through! I raise a bottle of Crystal to you my friend!
Like all things in college, shit usually hits the roof, fan and any other open space available on a Saturday night. Its exactly what happens when you put a bunch of 20-21 year old's all in the same place (the hostel) drunk out of there minds at 11 o'clock on a Saturday evening! With the drunkenness comes the loss of memory so very few nights can actually be documented. So, it happens one Sunday morning that i am standing outside my institute gates apologizing to a guy i have only heard of but not met since we started college about a month back. The 'heard of' part was more of somebody bitching to me about what this fellow had done yet again! As was natural - i was pissed off even before i had met the guy. Carrying on with Saturday night, about a month into college, i came back happy and drunk to the hostel. When i entered my room, somehow all the happiness vanished looking at the chaos that ensued. My roommate - who happened to be one of the bitches - was standing next to his bed which was soaking wet! I don't really think i even heard the whole story before i was in the room across mine where the fellow in question resided. Again no recollection here except that i entered the room the man stood up i slapped him across his face and he pushed me towards the wall, by which time there were quite a few people in the room to break up the mess. Arguments, abuses and a little bit of steam later things calmed down and things went on towards other crazy Saturday night pursuits.
This brings me to Sunday morning. Still a little hazy, badly hungover and very hungry i made my way to the institute cafeteria in the hope to find food. As i got on to the road towards the institute gates i saw a figure standing outside - obviously waiting for his girl because the girls hostel was right opposite. When the distance shortened and there was no more haze in front of my eyes i realized SHIT! this is the guy i had the scuffle with. Something, and i wish i knew, just something at that very instant made me walk up to him and reach out for his hand to shake and apologize to him for last night. And, so it was that Sunday morning when Nikhil Menon and i introduced ourselves to each other, let bygones be bygones and basically made messing around with each other an intrinsic part of our brotherhood.
Aha, so you always start by annoying people. Pretty good at it, must say lol
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, your blog's fun!
when i reacehd the part of the slap and the brawl.. i was a little fuzzy on who this was... but when the end came i was in splits... yupp rings a bell...
ReplyDeleteanother fine note .. so many stories of us there, slowly yet steadly coming back..
Hmm..I'm pretty sure you won't be splitting so much when G comes to the part where Vaswani got a little more than a slap and a shove and few of his friends were ready and willing to take a bullet for him, and almost did!!!
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