hmm…with the ambiance of R-land getting overcharged with nostalgia posts smudged in separation/partition et al have begun to flood their way into the blogs. Let me spare you of this repeated torture. It was the last electronics class of the sem, 3 days before the ultimate ‘mortal kombat’. Me was startled out of the pseudo-snooze with, “Aap so rahe hain?…Ye kya ho gaya hai aapko!” Majnu was surely the alter-ego of some havoc wreaking demon, I concluded. With some vigorous shaking of the evacuated head and feeble mumblings (partly owing to the slumber and partly so due to the intimidation) I managed to dismiss the apt charges. Little had I known that the prologue meted out to me would have a suitable innuendo…’J-batch rocks!’, until then I only felt that. But that day we were all out to prove our mettle. “Kya time ho raha hai? ye kya ho gaya hai aap logon ko…Pura semester khatam hone ko aaya lekin itni tameez nahi aayi aap logon me..BILKUL kucch nahi seekha aapne..!!!”. Now, with FOUR gangs casually making their way into the doms ac room at nearly perfect regular intervals of 301 seconds past eight (which, may I add, is the deadline to avoid falling to the guilotine run by the 5′6” prof. who claimed to have shown the door out of the campus to many insti bonds besides having developed his own POWER supply way back in nineteen eighty three!), this was meant to be the order of the day.(the su-swagatam aalap.) Almost.
Mrinal wanted more of the geritol, it seemed.(Why so serious!) With those lines getting encore for the CS-infested batchmates tumbling into the room, a smile cut across the lanky fellow’s suave landscape. What happened next was nearly a volcanic erruption (last encounterd by my aural labyrinth circa 1998 at having shattered the bone-china vase of the drawing room, the fountainhead then being, my Mom) that drove the daylights out of the rest of us giggling away on the far side of the room. (Technically speaking, there shouldn’t be any far or near side, but Majnu has a penchant for bestowing his ‘godfatherly’ look on two rows of the class, while the other two are thwarted with Oblivion’s curse.) The attendance was a most hurried affair in the dying moments of the lecture courtesy the ‘hi-tech’ approach resorted to by the enlightened prof. (suspected to have an attractive daughter) of the E&C department. He maintains a database for the arduous task, saving valuable minutes of the lecture time.
Other famed encahntments of the day include “subah paanch baje tak internet pe kariye kaam…aur kijiye…”, “BILKUL padhne me mann nahi hai aap logon ka…”, “I’m telling you, work hard; recession chal raha hai…placements vaise bhi nahi ho rahi hai…”. And yes, my favourite one: “after all, it’s a queshtion of branch change!” For reasons pretty obvious to the batch, EC-102 on 1st May, has to be the most le-gen-da-ry of all classes. (Aack! swami Sir missed out by a slim margin, I must say.sob. sob.)
PS:1. Apologies to other awesome characters of the batch whose references/euphemisms failed to make their entry. Blame it on the time constraint for dinner.
2.If you’re good at something, never do it for free. No real links (not even if you apply Majnu’s logic). Just the phantasma after the previous night-out. Thanks to you, Piyush sir and Sampi sir, for the screening!
