I always knew this would happen. I mean I had created this monster. I was writing at such a good pace, describing the choicest of god’s creations and my unfortunate batch mates with clinical and critical precision, that one day I had to shatter the timeline. And the worst part is even though I was always aware of it; I could not do anything about it. Laziness and complacency. Old friends, perennial foes. Been almost a month since I entered a “new post” and my blog. I stand disgusted and without excuses.
But I am not the only one at fault. Long chats before new entries would be posted, me and Abhipreet would go by that road once again. This guy as we all know would remember things that we have forgotten, incidents that faded, anecdotes that needed dusting, and cobwebs that had to be swept away. And since he left Bangalore and his job, I hardly find some one to feed me the story-fodder. Maybe this is why, the following entry about Abhishek might miss some incidents that the world so desperately needs to remember or know. The onus thus falls on the batch on 2002 to remind of how deeply retarded Abhishek really was.
“The morning got it to me very late”
I wish I could make it more obvious. I cannot it seems. We were in Kota then. I guess that mundane place “got it” to Abhishek as well. His diary read this on that unique day. 13 others, we all would always, secretly read his diary and have a hearty laugh about it. But this random, meaningless, grammatically incorrect and “what-the-fuck-evoking-feeling” statement of the usual morning got us all baffled and desperately looking for an answer. Come on yaar, all of you who have that feeling that maybe you could decipher this 21st century puzzle, take your guesses. If even one gets it correct, I will sponsor your one day one night stay in Cochin. This was like 5-6 years ago. Abhishek may have filled up hundreds of diaries by now but no single statement made about the day or about any other thing on this earth has been such nonsense. I guess the statement reflects the persona Abhiskek Pagli was. Beyond understanding. And millions of years ahead of us when it came to understanding mornings.
His incident of being robbed of his shorts, which for your kind information was the only piece of cloth on him that night in the IL campus, is part of folklore today. Mothers recite their young ones tales of horror, and the story of a whitish, spectacled, broad guy running around naked in the middle of the night eventually comes up and the most restless of kids go to sleep, terrified of the naked monster.
In the hindsight, I don’t know why I wanted to write about Abhishek. I don’t have many stories about him but his mere thought makes me smile and say “kya ajeeb pagla tha”.
The funniest room-mates together ever- Abhishek and Nishant. Ahan, these guys were such a spectacle. We would always group together in their room in the scorching heat and just observe these two take it out on each other. Add Atul to the fray and it was a riot. Dwivedi bhai, Ankit, Shajib, Sushant, Snehil etc etc would also join in and we could not stop laughing. Abhishek would stand out by the way he would give the most peculiar of explanations and answers to the most common of problems/issues and the way he would once in a while be his usual self doing PAAGLAMI.
Nuff’ said. Abhishek is also one of the cleanest and friendliest of souls around. An awesome athlete, a stud, a charmer and a complete sweetheart. I am sure he would go through this very soon. And I am sure he would come to Cochin again. Bhai, please make my day. I have run out of stories.:-)
Well, about Abhishek, there is just so - this is the so with many o's, its sooo, as girls tend to put it - much to write.
ReplyDeleteHe has been reading the 32-page book, of size equivalent or smaller than a pack of cigarettes, on Rajyoga since 2001, and still hasn't managed to reach halfway, yet has kept it beneath his pillow all along, and has read it every night with renewed zest, howsoever drunk he might have been. He is perhaps the only one who still keeps a frame of Thakur, Maa and Swamiji with him, lately though the frame has an unlikely neighbor in a gifted picture of Abhishek and his girlfriend.
Two traits of his are remarkable - the first being his tendency to change into Boxers at the slightest opportunity, and the other being a compulsion of taking a bath before he sleeps, now, coming from someone with childhood as ours, that is something.
He has an uncanny habit of doing things that provoke others to bash him up. He gets a public (beating) wherever he goes, and has always been treated to fists, slaps, et al by every senior he has ever come across - the list includes GP da, Amit da, Shashi Bhaiya, Himadri da, Ravi Bhaiya - batchmates and juniors have readily joined in, as even Neel vents his frustration on Abhishek.
He also likes to know the intricacies of every unimportant thing, and does the maximum amount of research on topics minimally or not at all relevant.
Of his Vidyapith heroics, his showdown with Bhotha is legendary, where he remarked, "Poora Vidyapith aur aapko aag laga denge". Of course, he had to apologise immediately as a one-sided contest with Shakti Maharaj loomed large. He was almost beaten to death by Dhruva Maharaj on two occasions if I remember correctly, once for arriving late from the Physics department during the good-for-nothing Exhibition time, and the other time for studying on the puwal stack in Goshala.
And yeah, if you are not Nishant you can't argue with him, you stand no chance of winning a verbal duel against Abhishek. Of Nishant, they are the perfect example of the Bollywood emphasis on ladais as the perfect expression of pyaar. Let me narrate an example here. Like every other night, Abhishek took a bath before sleeping, as he returned, a few drops of water were spilled. Nishant got angry and sprayed buckets of water in the room and on Abhishek's bed. In retaliation, Abhishek punctured Nishant's cycle and I am not sure if it was a mark of protest or a statement of love - he slept on the wet bed, without even trying to change the bed sheet. Another night, they argued for around 2 hours if the night lamp should be switched on. In fact, they once argued about whether or not allow Sushant to use their toilet. Need I say more?
Nonetheless, he is one guy you can have endless conversations with, and he will simply allow you to hit him to make you happy. He gets senti on a few occasions, but they are enough to manifest the "friend" within you, after all, a few tears on his cheeks led to the great Ramakrishnananda Dham massacre when we were Cands.
A comment as big as the post itself! Vibh , you got a real reader in Abhipreet.
ReplyDeleteI am kicking myself now. Looks like all the stories have evaporated in thin air. Watching him in motion, observing him following his queer--bewildering diction gives you a joy unparalleled. Abhishek is a box full of strange activities. So very genuine..his memorable diary-entries constitute an epic in themselves:P
Yes. I still remember how recklessly and furiously our whole batch had executed the Ramakrishna Dham pillage. Let me assure you that the tears were the only things that had abetted us to the coup-de-grace..A notebook of yours made us all renegades. We loved the look on the faces of the impostors thereafter.
I was a bit afraid of his wayward deliveries. Were real fast and you never knew when that little sphere would knock you out.
Abhishek should also chip in with his own stories. Perhaps a page or two from his journal..therein lies all the wisdom.
@Vibhor:: I most sincerely believe that you have it in you that most of the mighty bloggers lack. The capacity to keep us glued with the magical tapestry of your words. I am your greatest fan:)
Since you have dished out an opportunity for treat-mongers like me.. I would like to shoot some darts in the dark.
He might have tried to express the eerie feeling in the morning with his immortal words. Or may be he was reflecting on his morning hangover. "It seemed to have got to him".
But only Pagli can say. I can't delve into the unfathomable depths of his mind:P
i wish you are correct pari... but god alone knows apart from abhishek what his words meant..
ReplyDeletethanks for that abhipreet... i so forgot the quick change into boxer issue... blogging is not a lot of fun without you... come back to bangalore or somewhere where you can be online most of the time..
pari... no fans plz... i am your ac now.
that surely beats the heat this summer. Accept my bow...the PJ king!
ReplyDeletethis PJ thing is so tempting..
ReplyDeletekal raat se soch rahe hain PJ maarne ka, lekin public k dar se nahi de rahe the.. ab nahi ruka ja raha hai..
vibhor kuchh arrows khareed lena, warna bow is of no use.
plz maarna mat
btw he was left 'short-less' on more than 1 occasion, bt d funniest has 2 b d 1 when atul rendered him nude in broad daylight in front of 2-ba-8 (Anuj/Vibhor/Mani/Shajib 's place) while pagalwa was busy day-dreaming as Nidhi (his first crush) approached.
ReplyDelete@abhipreet:: OMG! That was like a hose letting out a huge spurt after it had been held tight with the finger. I have myself contained myself when it comes to firing PJs. Generally I go all ballistic when I am in that mode.:P
ReplyDeleteAbhishek got stripped before so many people!
Again, you tend to remember the address to a t. My God!
forgive me for the redundancy. Happens if you don't give a second read. "the Abhiket" dissection has got to me!
ReplyDeleteplz ko kyon marenge....
ReplyDeletePJ ko maarna hai na... bow ke saath tie bhi do... haan arrow hum khareed lenge...
abhishek should now be called NANGA-PAGLA.... just that dont tell him that i coined it....
About the address thing, ask Nishant, he'd sure come up with the exact date and time of the incident, he maintained a diary you know.
ReplyDeleteN yeah, PJ ko maarne k liye hi toh bow arrow mila hai.
ReplyDeleteN just a thought, arrow agar horizontally ki jagah vertically maarte toh usko kya arcolumn bolte?
what a sham. You should care for poor chaps like us. you are so very provoking me in this murky business of jokes. the "arcolumn" is a welcome addition to the "arrow-bow" lexicon, for me.
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