Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Topic

I believe I have a power. A unique kind. I can read people, their reactions, their faces, their emotions etc. better than others. You can label me psychic in some ways. But I strongly believe that I have this is me. Till date no one has been able to shake that off me.
As a result of my inherent quality, my evaluation and judgement of someone is better and far more accurate. History has it, and my friends can vouch for it, that I have made certain very accurate prediction of people.
So most of my blogs would only be of people that I know, that I have shared time and space with, that have affected me in some way or the other.

Now that i have laid such a framework of my skills, it gets rather difficult for me to decide whom should i write about first. i have take into account my favorite friends, my sworn enemies and their girl friends, my teachers, my colleagues and many more. i can take a suggestion or two from you. you may fall into my good books if you can suggest something good. now that's something you really want to do. So let me know.

You guys are worse. I thought someone would suggest something. But I guess I will have to do this impossible task of choosing whom to write about.
And when I think of whom to write about, the basic idea becomes clear to me.
We write about people whom we shared the best or worst of times with, who move us the most, who care for us the most, who actually helped us when we needed it... I believe my favourite memories and of Vidyapith. Don't have a clue as to where and how would have I been had I not spent 5 years there. Changed my life completely. Transformed me in all possible meanings of the word.
So I believe it is only fair that I write about my Vidyapith friends, classmates, anecdotes.

N.B. I write with a comic touch. Please do not get offended. In case you feel bad take a print out of my face and practice darts on it. It helps. Therapeutic.



12 comments:

  1. If Debayan is not God impersonated, he must be His finest creation then. The nonchalance with which he dismissed the wrongdoings of lesser mortals, every inmate of Vidyapith would concur here, was as spectacular as a cow discounting the barking dogs nearby.
    God put him among 70-odd shameless rogues, he remained as calm, divine and non-existent as only he could have been.
    While God's purpose of sanctifying us by keeping him company might not have been realized, Debayan certainly was able to bring about a momentary break in our rowdiness, as we all marveled at his actions, thoughts, and at times, mere presence.
    He has to be divine. Period.

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  2. With all you guys writing about each other, I think I shall simply create a compilation of these blogs. That should suffice.

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  3. Ya you should put all of it together...

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  4. i was abaout to write bout dwivedi... but man this is hilarious...

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  5. About Hare first, me and Shubh once set out to meet him in Patna. We decided to meet him at his coaching. As we waited for the star of Patna to arrive, we chatted how much more ganwar he could have become by now, as he had a very complimentary company in Patna. We raised our limits to unforeseen standards, to standards obscenely low, to an extent where the two of us decided that we are now talking extra-terrestrial. However, we then witnessed pure magic as all our bounds were terribly shattered. Hare Ram arrived with his band of boys, on obsolete Atlas cycles, most of which did not have a bell, and all of which had two passengers, one gangster very coolly sitting on the front rod. As they met us, they wondered at our attire, some of them silently revolted, as did we upon seeing all of them in tailor-sewn yellow/red trousers and green full shirt, with the Vrindavan Garden etched on them, to cap it off.
    As we dared to talk, cool stories of how Hare managed to talk to a girl (upon being told by the teacher to tell her the answer) were told. As it is, by the end of the conversation, we could safely conclude that Hare was the coolest of them all!

    Hare was my benchmate for almost 3 years in Vidyapith, and his style of sleeping also deserves a mention here, reminiscent of Javagal Srinath mid-air at the time of bowling run-up, in his hey-days. He also had a weird trait of calling everyone by his full name, aye Prashant Kumar, Abhipreet Das, Vibhor Sahay.

    Hare was also a very unpromising fast bowler, and I still remember Robinson hitting him all over C-team in the 7th-8th tournamant. Later, he went on to become the Prayer Hall Minister, a responsibility he so very much loved, and something he is very proud of till date.

    And yes, he was the only one who believed Debroop, and would stop talking to anyone who dared not do so, until we eventually proved everything to be farcical.

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  6. Abbe and aise toh comments ki jhadi lag jayegi aur post khud hi bahut lamba ho jayega.
    Create alag topics for everybody.

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  7. nandi its not ur cuppa tea to write bout me dude...jinko aata hai unko likhne de....nai to scene hilarious se horendous ho jayega...

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  8. hilarious se horrendous..
    hahahahahahahhhahahah nice 1 bhai

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  9. aa... aaahhhhh... main to darr geya!

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