OM SHANTI OM

November 12, 1985 : Thats the day when Gaurav came out of the uterus to see this beautiful world unaware of the fact that Farah Khan has turned 20.
22 years later....
November 12,2007 : Gaurav turns 22 , and it is his birthday. we ask him for a birthday treat. He leaves on us how and where we want to have it. we have two options :-
1) We go to TOONS cafe ( The acclaimed mecca for Hardrock fans ) drink beer , play pool and offcourse enjoy hot babes ..wow that would have been so great.
2) we go to see OM SHANTI OM ( not worth of any explanation) , have a meal at McDonalds offcourse do not enjoy hot babes..wow that would be a humdrum..

I and gaurav agree to goto toons cafe but here comes Ankit ( a guy obsessed with his hometown INDORE, I will come up with a separate post about him soon ) ..he wants to go for the movie. So we decide to flip a coin and go with its result. This is the moment we get doomed for the worst movie of my life. The coin is taken out , norms are agreed upon..Tails-TOONS café (T for tails..T for toons).. and Heads--om shanti om ( we could not match anything here) ,it is tossed and it comes out to be head sealing our fate.

Yes we are going for the movie tonight..(a long silence).

we leave at 8 30 with the hope that its too late and we will not get any tickets. we reach GOLD ADLABS at 9 still hoping against all hopes to see the house full board at the ticket counter but no we were dommed to see this flick 9 (even the coins want us to). we buy three tickets ( Rs 180 each ) still hoping something will happen which will bar us from seeing the movie.
Nothing at our rescue.
The clock ticks 10 and the moment has arrived. we trudge ourself inside screen 3 and make ourself seated.The movie starts, we are finding ways to make ourself unaware of the fact that we are watching THE movie.i must confess these were the hardest 3 hours of my life.the movie was mush worse than i had thought.
All credit to Farah Khan and off course to the coin toss.

The piHunters

I still remember my good ol’ school days where my corpulent mathematics teacher used to ask the class,” What is the value of pi ?“ ,and I knew straightaway that this was more of a rhetorical question than a question meant to gauge our knowledge. How come?

Teacher: what is the value of pi?

Student (rising from his slumber):ummm well sir it is 3.14

Teacher : Do anyone know the value any further

Another student : yes sir it is 3.1415

Teacher( using sarcasm): huh ! you all are dumb . It is 3.1415926535897932384

Whole class(in chorus) : woooooooo!!!!!

This had become a humdrum routine ,everyday the teacher use to ask the same question and then tell the value correct upto 20 decimal places. I had learnt in my biology class that it is neurons that are responsible for storing the information in our brain and there are 90k of them . I used to think that the teacher must have more of them UNTILL I met Krishan chahal , a dude from karnal who holds the world record of memorizing the value of pi upto 43000 decimal places !! Jesus Christ!! What could be the no. of neurons in his cerebra ?

http://www.tribuneindia.com/2006/20060728/ttlife.htm#8

We had a casual meeting and i had in mind to test his skills and this is how our conversation went :-

Krishan : write 100 digits on a paper and speak each of them while you write.

I : 22 34 55 6666 77 88 ……………………….344 55 66 773 8 (100 digits).

Krishan: Fine. now I will speak all the digits in order.

Voila ! He did.

I : wow !

Krishan : Ok now I will speak them in reverse order

Again done with no error.

I: speechless

Krishan; now tell me one thing

I: yes

Krishan: Do u want me to store these digits in my memory or not. if yes then even after 5 years I would be able to recall the sequence. If u don’t want I wont be able to recall them even after 5 minutes.

I: (fell off my chair) ;-)

Aankhon me hazaro sapne,dil me liye the armaan

Aasman ko chuna hai..honge hum kal ki duniya

My collage days are over. All that is left now is only memories and sweet memories. During these four years 300 people have grown from a child into a man (I m not being gender biased here). Now everyone is set to take a different pathway, most of us are going for a job while a few have opted for higher studies but nobody knows what tomorrow will bring. Everyone will come face to face with different situations but those will be easier to handle because it is what NITK has taught us. We have handled extreme pressure of sessionals , practical viva voce and above all attending 75 % classes (which I think was the toughest task for me) and yet we have survived. This is what proves that we are fit for any situation now (survival of the fittest). It doesn’t matter in NITK if u are a computer engineer, electronics engineer or a mechanical engineer because everyone is same here (technically) ..i apologize if i offended some people here but what I wrote is for masses not for those tech buffs. But I don’t have any regrets for my collage because I enjoyed a lot here.

I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER the last days in the collage.

The best part of these days was the DRESS CODE. Seeing the whole class in one color was a awesome experience. Someday we looked like cool hunks wearing shirts over t shirts while other day we looked like some sort of saadhu’s with a teeka and a OM tattooed on the neck. I must confess wearing a key in he neck was a bit weird idea ,but I had to coz I couldn’t escape .

Everyday there was a masterpiece of art waiting for us at the notice board. it is worth mentioning here that all these were designed by the galz reminding us of the days left . it was for the first time that I realize that galz too have brains..oh my god from where do they come up with these magnum opus ideas..HATS OFF TO YOU ..all these works were just awesome….

Then there were these mech prople..man if you want to learn the Art Of Living then these r the people you r looking for. it is with them that I discovered what enjoyment is. Going to the BOK ( I think it stands for Bridge of Confluence) at 2’0 clock in the morning and doing your ablutions (they call it the pvitra snan) there was the most weird thing but they enjoyed so did i. Then we had a 100m inside the pool with the bet that that the looser had to take off all his clothes (though some were already without any piece of cloth) so I don’t think there is a need to mention who the looser was. we played DUMB-C standing in the middle of the pool at 3 in the morning . it did not matter what is the fucking species of the creature crawling under your feet. Just had to concentrate on guessing the movie. I could go on writing about these mech people from the ‘vodka night’ to their intrusion ino our class but this will also be not enough for them.i wish I too was a mechanchie….

Worth mentioning is this BABA RAMDEV (PART-2) commonly known as NAATU. Sitting in front of senate hall during collage hours and taking yoga lessons from Baba Ramdev was stone cold crazy. he is at his best with words like, ”gupta saab concentrate,apne teesre paer ko U-turn deejiye,apne swass ko nassika se bahar nikaliye”.

Then came the last day in the collage. I will call it the ‘Slam Shirt’ day. Everybody was busy in scribbling on others shirts .So much was written on every shirt that no one might have used their pen this much to write in their notebooks in entire 4 years. Galz needed some extra space (coz of male dominant sex ratio) and their jeans were at their rescue.

I don’t know how long those shirts will last but the messages will remain forever because those have been written by very special people…

Yaade hai saath hardum

Nitk ke wo meethe pal

Shararat ke wo din

Masti or yaari ke din

Wo the suhane din apne..

Did u have a bad day ?

Next time you think you're having a bad day read this:
In 1992, Frank Perkins of Los Angeles made an attempt on the world flagpole-sitting record. Suffering from the flu he came down eight hours short of the 400 day record, his sponsor had gone bust, his girlfriend had left him and his phone and electricity had been cut off.


Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.

A woman came home to find her husband in the kitchen, shaking frantically with what looked like a wire running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him away from the deadly current she whacked him with a handy plank of wood by the back door, breaking his arm in two places. Till that moment he had been happily listening to his Walkman.

and the best of them..

Iraqi terrorist, Khay Rahnajet, didn't pay enough postage on a letter bomb. It came back with "return to sender" stamped on it. Forgetting it was the bomb, he opened it and was blown to bits.

now if u still think u had a worst day than these..do add as a comment..

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