ABHIKET

Abhiket

 

I remember that morning day school assembly. We were in class 10^th then. Our English teacher had proposed this system in which boys from class 10^th would prepare and read out the news in the assembly. Since abhiket was the first one alphabetically, he was perhaps the first to confront his fears. The rest, as they say, is history.

For all those who don’t exactly remember that event, allow me to paint you a picture. Abhiket has a child-like, not-properly-developed voice. We nick-named him “billi” or the cat. That was mostly because he had this feline, non-human voice. Now since everyone was aware that abhiket was about to read the news, we waited with bated breadth to see how this one pans out. What happened was fun for us and embarrassing for him. He repeated the first line of his news three times because it was difficult to hear him, even with a mike, and then he broke down into a tear. Someone else then read out the news. That day itself, I had prepared myself to keep this story in mind if ever I would blog about abhiket. Déjà vu.

 

My earliest memories of him were of Premananda dham. We became friends the first day I joined Vidyapith. And moreover someone with that voice is hard to ignore. Who was sure that he was not a half human half cat? Or maybe one day when I found find I lion or tiger in a jungle, the reference of abhiket as my friend would be the difference between my life and death.

He is a good guy. We made constant fun of him, making sure that we provoke him enough to shout so that we could make more fun of him. He never took this to heart and was a good sport of it most of the times. There was nothing that he could do about it also.

 

The case of Mr. C and abhiket is tremendously famous. Details- one day Mr. C was on top of abhiket on his bed and playing with his luscious man-breasts, and shouting out loud “kya mast dood hai yaar”(what great boobs you have). The dormitory warden, Dhruv Maharaj enters and seems they “playing”. He stands there watching them closely and when he had enjoyed enough he interrupts this “game” by asking “Ki Hochche?” which translates to “what the fuck, dude?” Sorry the translation might have been a little over the edge but I am pretty sure this is what Dhruv wanted to shout out loud. I wasn’t there, I have only heard about it, but we don’t have to be rocket scientists to guess what would have followed. Boys started talking. The news spread like wild fire and soon this new act was more famous than Pritam Pal Singh. Oh yeah, and Mr. C and abhiket became a “couple”.

 

These days, this big fat cat is studying in a big college in Kolkata. No wonder he landed up in the land of fish. No points for guessing why.

Concluding, I would say definitely say that a guy like abhiket in one of his kinds and someone hard to forget. Dude, u meow, lionesque. Take care.