Now the last time we saw G was him sweating... snapping at people caught unawares and cursing so much so as to attract raised eyebrows from passersby... Well the idiot had forgotten his girlfriend's birthday...
After what seemed like a horrendous first half... kicked out of the first class for being unable to answer a simple question... asleep in the next two and endruring a verbal barrage from the Economics lecturer... G was having a ball i must say. However things were looking much better when Nisha showed up in front of the canteen where G thought he should take refuge... Guess G has never heard of the Indian custom that is lovingly heard and asked for by friends on a birthday... the magic word... TREAT
Nisha.."Hey! How you doing?" G starts sweating as if stuck in the middle of a minefield... one wrong word and he could blow up... A vein throbbed in Nisha's temple... the girlfriend was NOT happy... after all what kind of a boyfriend forgets your birthday and stammers and sweats like a pig while wishing you... All of a sudden G goes..."Well Gotta Go..."
Now i wonder what people out there would think about the above scenario... but do remember you all are commenting on G here... The guy is now back in his hostel... frightened afraid and unable to decide what to do... the bloke has screwed up everything... or has he... G eyes his roomie's wallet and notices crisp notes of 100 sticking out... Should he or should he not? His wallet had a huge hole and a probably a butterfly nestled in it....
G walks towards he wallet and pulls out 400 rupees... The roomie ain't gonna bother... I am sure he will understand... if not atleast let me get murdered or hammered by him rather than her... G bunks second half and gets her the gift... It will be a mystery as to what he got her but from here on the story details get murky... G is seen a little later in the hostel with a huge grin on his face and a bit of red lipstick on his cheek... guess our friend G did give Nisha a perfect birthday present after all... But as he walks into his room, he finds an absolutely infuriated room-mate standing... waiting for answers
You wont believe the next words to come out of G's mouth and i swear they were real...
"I don't care what you do... I took your money and I am happy i did...(with those big dreamy eyes he stares out of his balcony) cause i gave my girlfriend the best gift possible..." People ofcourse rush into the room at this time... the gossip chain always travels faster than light itself...
Several friends gather.. mute spectators... waiting with bated breath.... Finally i asked.. "What did you give her?"
A long silence ensued... All pausing waiting for a reply.... G looked up and said ...
"Well... i gave her "... Confused looks all around as we wondered what in the world was he on about... G's next words will never be forgotten... "I bought her a nice locket and had a photo of us taken... its now a locket she wears around her neck... "
We all sat down stunned....Even the fat bloke living next to the toilet added his monstrous weight to the roomie's bed... A loud creak in the silence we sat in... Guess we were all unlucky and frustrated blokes... the roomie's face was no longer purple... but boy was he blushing... Looks like our friend G was madly in love and he was changing.... Scary stuff!
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
And G Returns... to his doom????
Apologies folks for the absence... it was due to unforeseen circumstances and lets plunge into action... G's got a girlfriend... Have i gone mad??? Well not really
The last we saw G was that he was with Nisha, yes the same girl he bumped into at the corner..(Nisha is ofcourse purely fictional so no gossip please)So how did a freak(sorry G geek i meant...Ouch i am getting hit by him.. yes he is viewing this folks) get a girl like her.. Yes a smart, sweet and ofcourse very good-looking girl(stop wagging your tongues guys..)That memorable day started off with an order of bread omlette and after a 2 hour chat with several classes skipped they were well on to the way of becoming a couple.. though it wasn't a fast forwarded affair.. several courtship attempts by G, some ending with the prof firing him for his crazy attire( a red t shirt with a sunflower pattern woven on the front... tsk tsk G)..Some ending with a black eye from some outsiders who thought G was off his rocker and possibly AHEM AHEM... One involving a mad dash to run away from a crazed dog next to Nisha's hostel..that cost him a good pair of jeans and a trip to the hospital for precautionary reasons
In short, G sacrificed himself on the altar of dignity(quite literally.. professing your liking in front of your friends without dying of ridicule takes guts and boy did our friend G have it)... Well the good news for us is that he did eventually manage to pop the question(not of marriage you morons, hold your horses, this is G, it should take a millennium for that..) and yes Nisha is with him(DARN.... )
Now comes the sad part... Its Nisha's birthday.. G has just gotten up.. 8 am.. Beautiful weather, nice breeze, smell of sweet air(the aroma of toilet has for once not invaded his nostrils.. and thank God) G wonders... what could go wrong?? What a day! Wonder what Nisha.....(OUCH... Now the dolt gets it).. No wishes.. and worse not even a present... The boyfriend is in all sorts of trouble and a packed timetable ain't going to help matters.... A hurried phone call to her is of no avail.. The Airtel voice recorded response gives a polite SWITCHED OFF..G wishes it was a live call.. will show those miserable people... what the &$(^#*$# the expletives keep coming so much so that the roomie thinks he has lost it at last who has been sworn to secrecy about the acceptance...) If his friends found out.. we would need a coffin and a tombstone in no time at all.. It's G folks.. the shy and now very upset G is left dabbing at his poha with a spoon.. what to do? Should i commit Hara-Kiri he wonders.. the poor guy just don't know relationships
So on the next episode of G.. as he sits on the back of the Pulsar 180 driven by his roomie(who currently is wondering how a loser like G got her... Luck or not he cribs throughout the ride) G ponders on what to do.. Stay tuned to G's next move
The last we saw G was that he was with Nisha, yes the same girl he bumped into at the corner..(Nisha is ofcourse purely fictional so no gossip please)So how did a freak(sorry G geek i meant...Ouch i am getting hit by him.. yes he is viewing this folks) get a girl like her.. Yes a smart, sweet and ofcourse very good-looking girl(stop wagging your tongues guys..)That memorable day started off with an order of bread omlette and after a 2 hour chat with several classes skipped they were well on to the way of becoming a couple.. though it wasn't a fast forwarded affair.. several courtship attempts by G, some ending with the prof firing him for his crazy attire( a red t shirt with a sunflower pattern woven on the front... tsk tsk G)..Some ending with a black eye from some outsiders who thought G was off his rocker and possibly AHEM AHEM... One involving a mad dash to run away from a crazed dog next to Nisha's hostel..that cost him a good pair of jeans and a trip to the hospital for precautionary reasons
In short, G sacrificed himself on the altar of dignity(quite literally.. professing your liking in front of your friends without dying of ridicule takes guts and boy did our friend G have it)... Well the good news for us is that he did eventually manage to pop the question(not of marriage you morons, hold your horses, this is G, it should take a millennium for that..) and yes Nisha is with him(DARN.... )
Now comes the sad part... Its Nisha's birthday.. G has just gotten up.. 8 am.. Beautiful weather, nice breeze, smell of sweet air(the aroma of toilet has for once not invaded his nostrils.. and thank God) G wonders... what could go wrong?? What a day! Wonder what Nisha.....(OUCH... Now the dolt gets it).. No wishes.. and worse not even a present... The boyfriend is in all sorts of trouble and a packed timetable ain't going to help matters.... A hurried phone call to her is of no avail.. The Airtel voice recorded response gives a polite SWITCHED OFF..G wishes it was a live call.. will show those miserable people... what the &$(^#*$# the expletives keep coming so much so that the roomie thinks he has lost it at last who has been sworn to secrecy about the acceptance...) If his friends found out.. we would need a coffin and a tombstone in no time at all.. It's G folks.. the shy and now very upset G is left dabbing at his poha with a spoon.. what to do? Should i commit Hara-Kiri he wonders.. the poor guy just don't know relationships
So on the next episode of G.. as he sits on the back of the Pulsar 180 driven by his roomie(who currently is wondering how a loser like G got her... Luck or not he cribs throughout the ride) G ponders on what to do.. Stay tuned to G's next move
Thursday, June 19, 2008
G's Showdown& A Calling
G was in there now sweating like a pig(i mean literally.... the shirt was beginning to get soaked in disgusting and smelly sweat drops...yuck...G bathe for the love of..) The prof has just accepted G's file and is about to turn the file when his office phone rings...
"Yes. Achaa, how are you Mr. ABC(who cares thinks G keep delaying the guy and i can atleast save some face...) Yes Yes am fine... achaa you're in the conference room... very good am just coming... "
A good friend of mine says the Prof... met at BITS Pilani... blah blah blah(conference room he is going thinks G..) Son looks it will have to wait, your sessional.. understand an old profs desire to see a friend... (G's eyes shootup... is it Christmas, Diwali... what is today cause my luck just took the turn for the good how is that....speechless G...)
Well now the prof has left... but G's work remains as it is ... in shambles and hopelessly disorganized... (he tried to buy time to make a switch with the CR's file... that miserable boot licking ^&@&%$^&#.... but nope the old prof was too smart and too good to let that happen).. G walked towards the canteen area thanking his stars(or every God whose name he had been taught while growing up.... a very pious family, G's.... hence the thanks ).. After saying his thanks... which were many considering how the day could have turned out(atleast i have no heat on me... no1 to bust me like those cops on NFS Most Wanted... G had raced 47 times in pursuit mode and was caught 45 times.. the other 2 the computer had shut down to save G's face)
However cupid has something in store for our character G... as he rounds the corner... he accidentally bumps into a girl.... her bag falls ... with G looking like a screwball with no idea of where he is going...(he wasnt ... those glasses of his..) Then came Cupids arrow as G apologized profusely.. he saw her and KAABAAM(hit by a truck, thunderstruck, wham, kapow, wile e coyote style stars in the eyes...)
She was the most beautiful girl G had seen on campus... Black hair, 5 ft 6inches(prob a little more but shorter than G), fair complexion(not milky white but one which made G go GAGA...GAGA...) green eyes and ofcourse her clothing(lets b nice and not mention.... our girl audience might be reading this....) Well what G didnt expect was(time frozen now moved like a bullet....)
"Hey......its ok... my fault as well... HI.... I am .........."
G's response (Next time folks)
stay tuned to the chronicles of G as G has been steamrolled, KO'ed or whammed as the mystery girl he bumps into asks for his name.. what will G do?? Keep silent, give his bio data ... act the cool way or be an absolute idiot... or act the ladies man..??
Answers in the next post
"Yes. Achaa, how are you Mr. ABC(who cares thinks G keep delaying the guy and i can atleast save some face...) Yes Yes am fine... achaa you're in the conference room... very good am just coming... "
A good friend of mine says the Prof... met at BITS Pilani... blah blah blah(conference room he is going thinks G..) Son looks it will have to wait, your sessional.. understand an old profs desire to see a friend... (G's eyes shootup... is it Christmas, Diwali... what is today cause my luck just took the turn for the good how is that....speechless G...)
Well now the prof has left... but G's work remains as it is ... in shambles and hopelessly disorganized... (he tried to buy time to make a switch with the CR's file... that miserable boot licking ^&@&%$^&#.... but nope the old prof was too smart and too good to let that happen).. G walked towards the canteen area thanking his stars(or every God whose name he had been taught while growing up.... a very pious family, G's.... hence the thanks ).. After saying his thanks... which were many considering how the day could have turned out(atleast i have no heat on me... no1 to bust me like those cops on NFS Most Wanted... G had raced 47 times in pursuit mode and was caught 45 times.. the other 2 the computer had shut down to save G's face)
However cupid has something in store for our character G... as he rounds the corner... he accidentally bumps into a girl.... her bag falls ... with G looking like a screwball with no idea of where he is going...(he wasnt ... those glasses of his..) Then came Cupids arrow as G apologized profusely.. he saw her and KAABAAM(hit by a truck, thunderstruck, wham, kapow, wile e coyote style stars in the eyes...)
She was the most beautiful girl G had seen on campus... Black hair, 5 ft 6inches(prob a little more but shorter than G), fair complexion(not milky white but one which made G go GAGA...GAGA...) green eyes and ofcourse her clothing(lets b nice and not mention.... our girl audience might be reading this....) Well what G didnt expect was(time frozen now moved like a bullet....)
"Hey......its ok... my fault as well... HI.... I am .........."
G's response (Next time folks)
stay tuned to the chronicles of G as G has been steamrolled, KO'ed or whammed as the mystery girl he bumps into asks for his name.. what will G do?? Keep silent, give his bio data ... act the cool way or be an absolute idiot... or act the ladies man..??
Answers in the next post
Monday, June 16, 2008
THE PROF
The last we saw of G was in class... Boy was his day going badly.. No assignment with him he had written it where was it.... And on top that the prof had asked G to collect it oooh boy was G in trouble... wats worse 3 more periods to go and unrelenting profs were entering and leaving seemingly like clockwork... the guys in class had parched throats but hey who was listening... most of all some found out about G's dilemma and well as if they were going to help him...
G decided to skip the periods that day ... it was an assignment he could not submit later and avoid the prof's deadline... the prof might take him for a ride.... Well the old standby was required.... COPYING... yes something G didnt like but hey what the heck he had to do it..... having sneaked a classmates assignment he left to write it in some part of campus PROF FREE...
Well it wasnt easy for G to find a spot.. the bikestand witnessed more crows than normal.. which meant hailstorms of disgust were being sent G's way wherever he sat.. G wondered who said that bird scat was good luck cause it certainly was not helping him write nor let him concentrate.. the guards posted on campus also were the silent informers.. rascals in the flesh reporting the word to the profs concerned or not concerned... it didnt matter a prof scorned is one all must avoid...
What was so great about this assignment one might wonder?? Well unknown to G, this assignment was absolutely useless.. well the thing he was holding..... cause the question sets had been split 3 ways according to the roll list... well dear G didnt know that nor had he bothered to ask... desperation does lead men to do desperate things and in this case STUPID things... so G was now sitting under a tree way off from the campus building en route to the hostel... well what G didnt account for was the senior threat... though the author wishes not to address what happened to G(poor guy first the assignment then the seniors)... but all said and done G was half way through and it was 11 30 am... what to do now G wondered?? He had never paid heed to the assignment before nor had he bothered askin the prof forget telling the truth..... so here he was under a tree getting baked no water to quench his threat... only a maddening desire to finish the DARNED assignment(they should ban such work... child labour i say... thought G).... well it was 11 45 am and G decided its over anyway i am might not get caught with my pants down if he reads the worm-like handwriting and if he cross checks the content, he probably wont catch me cause of the other guys and girls in class(so smart wasnt G in his thoughts....)
Well he packed his stuff including a mickey mouse pencil box(jeez dude grow up... your in college) and he made his way to class.... Collection was not a normal thing for G who stammered while asking for assignments, repeatedly dropping the sessional, earning him a box from one and laughter from most(now i would have &@$&#$%#)%#%#@......) but this is G so that wouldn't happen....
The files collected... sweat dripping from his face... thirsty and tired, exhausted from the SUN-BATHING... G enters room 560 F , the PROFS room as a girl was kind enough to mention...
G knocks on the door"Sir,maaay... maay... i kkkk cooome in?? stammers the poor guy... its a sessional submission not your executioner sitting in the room with an electric chair,G but hey as i say throughout its typical G)
the prof looks up from the newspaper he was reading... "Oh G... come in come in... You havent paid much attention in class.... what is the problem?? Well ill find out as soon as you hand in your assignment to me now i want to see the work you put in... After all its your final submission"
So is G dead?? canned??? completely destroyed... or will someone collect the remaining fragments of poor G or is something else in store for the silent boy we all know as G.......
Next time do check out what happens to G.....
G decided to skip the periods that day ... it was an assignment he could not submit later and avoid the prof's deadline... the prof might take him for a ride.... Well the old standby was required.... COPYING... yes something G didnt like but hey what the heck he had to do it..... having sneaked a classmates assignment he left to write it in some part of campus PROF FREE...
Well it wasnt easy for G to find a spot.. the bikestand witnessed more crows than normal.. which meant hailstorms of disgust were being sent G's way wherever he sat.. G wondered who said that bird scat was good luck cause it certainly was not helping him write nor let him concentrate.. the guards posted on campus also were the silent informers.. rascals in the flesh reporting the word to the profs concerned or not concerned... it didnt matter a prof scorned is one all must avoid...
What was so great about this assignment one might wonder?? Well unknown to G, this assignment was absolutely useless.. well the thing he was holding..... cause the question sets had been split 3 ways according to the roll list... well dear G didnt know that nor had he bothered to ask... desperation does lead men to do desperate things and in this case STUPID things... so G was now sitting under a tree way off from the campus building en route to the hostel... well what G didnt account for was the senior threat... though the author wishes not to address what happened to G(poor guy first the assignment then the seniors)... but all said and done G was half way through and it was 11 30 am... what to do now G wondered?? He had never paid heed to the assignment before nor had he bothered askin the prof forget telling the truth..... so here he was under a tree getting baked no water to quench his threat... only a maddening desire to finish the DARNED assignment(they should ban such work... child labour i say... thought G).... well it was 11 45 am and G decided its over anyway i am might not get caught with my pants down if he reads the worm-like handwriting and if he cross checks the content, he probably wont catch me cause of the other guys and girls in class(so smart wasnt G in his thoughts....)
Well he packed his stuff including a mickey mouse pencil box(jeez dude grow up... your in college) and he made his way to class.... Collection was not a normal thing for G who stammered while asking for assignments, repeatedly dropping the sessional, earning him a box from one and laughter from most(now i would have &@$&#$%#)%#%#@......) but this is G so that wouldn't happen....
The files collected... sweat dripping from his face... thirsty and tired, exhausted from the SUN-BATHING... G enters room 560 F , the PROFS room as a girl was kind enough to mention...
G knocks on the door"Sir,maaay... maay... i kkkk cooome in?? stammers the poor guy... its a sessional submission not your executioner sitting in the room with an electric chair,G but hey as i say throughout its typical G)
the prof looks up from the newspaper he was reading... "Oh G... come in come in... You havent paid much attention in class.... what is the problem?? Well ill find out as soon as you hand in your assignment to me now i want to see the work you put in... After all its your final submission"
So is G dead?? canned??? completely destroyed... or will someone collect the remaining fragments of poor G or is something else in store for the silent boy we all know as G.......
Next time do check out what happens to G.....
Saturday, June 14, 2008
A Bad Day Unfolds...
Well i got bored of writing technical(no offence voldie) or think of writing movie revies(sorry severus)... So i decided to write this series on a well not so great personality based on college life... None of the characters are real... So its fiction all the way
One fine day...... its 8 am. G just wakes up.... slept at 1 am stupid room mate never let him doze off(grrrrr!).. he and his dumb jokes with his girl friend(do i HAVE to overhear that... he thinks) Bleary eyed he wakes up, finds his tooth brush missing, bucket gone and slippers taken.. wow brilliant another great day ahead.... 15 mins he is ready (dont ask how he did it he just well... improvise on this with your own minds)... not bathed, bad dressing sense and the typical hairstyle of a school going kid... he makes his way to the mess.. o boy wat today? bet u its poha says the burly batchmate of his to a stranger(for G doesnt have many friends...) well G finds a surprise waiting for him.. the mess isnt open and there is well a HUGE rush to get Poha(mind u its poha but a regular meal).... his gastric juices boiling, his stomach rumbling, G decides to skip breakfast... walking from hostel to college isnt entertaining.. seeing guys rumbling past in bikes, cycles and well mayb if the guy played too many skateboarding games, a skateboard... pleasantries are exchanged(yeah more like swear words being traded off with G losing majority of the verbal clashes... poor G)
He reaches class well 10 minutes late.. but the prof is a kind one(wat a relief sighs G..) takes a seat at the rear end of the class the whiteboard looming ahead... no problem for G coz he has huge specs to give him the ability to read wats being written(secretly he wishes he could have X-ray vision). the words of the prof are like irritating buzzes coming towards him, not interested is G.. why shud he listen? he knows its no point, the hostel exists for him to study....
Lost in his thoughts G is filled suddenly with fear... he sees the date in his Titan watch oh my god.... assignment submission.. worse... TODAY!!! (oh god someone anyone dont tell me)
Yup!! he guessed right all of his batchmates have it... yes all of them ... the last day of the semester... poor G had forgotten... the CR stands up to answer a question... (apple polisher .... &^%*%$*... thinks G... dont ask for the translation please) what will G do... he hopes the prof suffers from short term or long term memory loss(watever... please let him not remember)
The class is over... the prof takes roll call(G answers with a monotonous Yes Sir... everyday same type of response.. poor G .. like a man who has realized he has lost everything... well in G's case maybe some marks with an avalance effect on his grades)
Then comes the killer blow... the CR "Sir assignments?" someone remind me to kill him in the hostel G thinks.... the prof thinks for a bit(maybe he didnt expect this....) Ok submit ur assignments to ,..... he looks around... finds G.... (G thinks oh no.. no... anyone ... not me .... please not today...NO) "to G" says the prof.. I want it by break time G...
What happens to G? Will he tell the prof? Will he confess that his assignment isnt complete? What will the prof do when he learns this? G doesnt know what kind of prof this is(never paid attention had he in class....)
Next time on the Chronicles of G see what happens to G as he braves nausea, fear,dread,a desire to jump off the roof(too extreme but its G people... he cares that much) and ofcourse his rumbling tummy(no digene doesnt work on G) to answer THE PROF......
One fine day...... its 8 am. G just wakes up.... slept at 1 am stupid room mate never let him doze off(grrrrr!).. he and his dumb jokes with his girl friend(do i HAVE to overhear that... he thinks) Bleary eyed he wakes up, finds his tooth brush missing, bucket gone and slippers taken.. wow brilliant another great day ahead.... 15 mins he is ready (dont ask how he did it he just well... improvise on this with your own minds)... not bathed, bad dressing sense and the typical hairstyle of a school going kid... he makes his way to the mess.. o boy wat today? bet u its poha says the burly batchmate of his to a stranger(for G doesnt have many friends...) well G finds a surprise waiting for him.. the mess isnt open and there is well a HUGE rush to get Poha(mind u its poha but a regular meal).... his gastric juices boiling, his stomach rumbling, G decides to skip breakfast... walking from hostel to college isnt entertaining.. seeing guys rumbling past in bikes, cycles and well mayb if the guy played too many skateboarding games, a skateboard... pleasantries are exchanged(yeah more like swear words being traded off with G losing majority of the verbal clashes... poor G)
He reaches class well 10 minutes late.. but the prof is a kind one(wat a relief sighs G..) takes a seat at the rear end of the class the whiteboard looming ahead... no problem for G coz he has huge specs to give him the ability to read wats being written(secretly he wishes he could have X-ray vision). the words of the prof are like irritating buzzes coming towards him, not interested is G.. why shud he listen? he knows its no point, the hostel exists for him to study....
Lost in his thoughts G is filled suddenly with fear... he sees the date in his Titan watch oh my god.... assignment submission.. worse... TODAY!!! (oh god someone anyone dont tell me)
Yup!! he guessed right all of his batchmates have it... yes all of them ... the last day of the semester... poor G had forgotten... the CR stands up to answer a question... (apple polisher .... &^%*%$*... thinks G... dont ask for the translation please) what will G do... he hopes the prof suffers from short term or long term memory loss(watever... please let him not remember)
The class is over... the prof takes roll call(G answers with a monotonous Yes Sir... everyday same type of response.. poor G .. like a man who has realized he has lost everything... well in G's case maybe some marks with an avalance effect on his grades)
Then comes the killer blow... the CR "Sir assignments?" someone remind me to kill him in the hostel G thinks.... the prof thinks for a bit(maybe he didnt expect this....) Ok submit ur assignments to ,..... he looks around... finds G.... (G thinks oh no.. no... anyone ... not me .... please not today...NO) "to G" says the prof.. I want it by break time G...
What happens to G? Will he tell the prof? Will he confess that his assignment isnt complete? What will the prof do when he learns this? G doesnt know what kind of prof this is(never paid attention had he in class....)
Next time on the Chronicles of G see what happens to G as he braves nausea, fear,dread,a desire to jump off the roof(too extreme but its G people... he cares that much) and ofcourse his rumbling tummy(no digene doesnt work on G) to answer THE PROF......
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