The Royal Jain Sahib

Bhahi Bade logo ki Badi Batten.

The most Royal guy in the institute is our Jainy. A macho, passionate, strident (which many times is appalling and obnoxious), bonhomie, eccentric and a Nitwit bloke. God has created him for a very special purpose: To watch the entire cartoon series existing in the Internet and to Eat and Sleep. He is here to balance all the slogging the other’s take in the institute through out the sem. That’s all is his sole motive, purpose and objective, armed with them he has been sent in to this world. Currently his obsessive passion for the cartoon series is at peak. For the past 1 year whenever I went into his room I founded him in only two positions: either lying dead on his bed-Sleeping or Sitting on his pc, with headphones and his head a bit tilted. He Body is also an antique piece, always there is some or other problem somewhere in his machinery. Currently a new disease has struck him which is very surprising not only to me but to whole Hostel: INSOMNIA. A guy who used to sleep 12-14 hrs everyday now cries every third day of not being able to sleep properly. May be it’s the side effects of his 3 year in hostel. If u ask me I would say he has already slept enough to go straight without sleep for say-2 year. Every normal person spends 1/3^rd time on sleeping while Jain Sahib spent 2/3^rd plus. Well, Royalty has its price.

I met Jain sahib during our first semester. Once I was smoking in my room and jainy came and joined me. I was quite frustrated that time as I founded hardly 2 -3 guys in our batch smoking and others are too childish. Coincidently Jainy was my neighbor too. So we soon became “Sutta Buddy”. Then, there had been thousands cigarette which we had smoked together, went to all four directions from da-iict in search of sutta at night and had loads of fun together, boozing, night outs, baker in the canteen. The first Booze in college I had taken with jainy. He had been my best friend in the institute for past 2 and a half yearar.

Well banda dil ka kaffi saaf hai. Infact Areal sae dhulla hua hai. Dimag se jayada dil see kaam leeta hai, isse liye har baar laat khatta hai. Jain sahib had renounced engineering as his goal is to become an MBA so why slog in eng.?. Ek problem aur hai jainy ki. Din mai yeah jag nahi sakta aur raat mai yeah so nahi sakta. As a result , most of the time misses all the lectures and fucked up all his grades. Jainy is one person who will always stand for his friends and is very helpful.

I forgotten one of the major characteristic of jainy: - his Dream world. I think after seeing The Matrix something has happened to his brain and his mind had freed him from the cell which holds all others people mind and thinking. Many time u will find him talking about the fourth dimension or some other crap which have no significance and no apparent meaning in the real world. We all have tried our best to persuade him, to come out of his utopian world and stop being NEO but ……..

Motta

Well, what should I say about our “Motta”. Motta is a very sweet, innocent , calm person. Motta - as the name implies that she does not require much introduction about herself.

I first saw Motta during my first sem, in the lecture theater. I must admit I liked her in the very first moment I saw her She had an immense charm in her looks, a sense of contentment and happiness. She seems complete in her world. Her smooth and wheat -fair skin, her simple sense of dressing, her amazing poise , her childish smile( which appears too cute in her round face), her big and bright eyes exploring and admiring everything with joy and alacrity. Her shoulder height, jet black hair properly combed in a mix of traditional and trendy style, like a soothing gush of pleasant winds, her round figure like a tree completely green during a spring gave her an presence very difficult for anyone to resist. She is like a gold fish placed in an spherical aquarium – too sweet and astonishing. She is an extrovert, likes to have a lot of friends and enjoy being in groups and company of others.

Even though I liked her and wanted to have friendship with her, I hesitated and could not muster up the courage to talk to her. But God gave me a chance, here in DA-IICT we celebrate the Navrati festival in which all college students participate and enjoy dhandia( a Gujrati dance).So on that night I got the chance to talk to her and even dance with her. I must say those were very special moments of my college days. She was wearing a white suit and even though the stadium was lightened with many halogens, she had a spectacular glow of herself. We danced for around 15 minutes and I must agree i enjoyed it very much. Those few moments I must say totally isolated me from what else was happening on the festival. It was a mind blowing experience, having dance with the girl I like the most, was like a dream come true.

But I the most stupid and idiotic person in the world blown the only chance I had got. I don’t know why I didn’t talk to her after that night, so the matter ended there, but the crush was still living inside me. Nothing happens for the next 2 sems. In between I met with Aneez and we became very good friends, infact “langotiya yaar”. We used to share everything with each other. One day I came to know that Aneez also had the same feeling for Motta. So we both decide to woo her and a mild competition began in between Aneez and me. By that time I think Motta knew that I liked her and she has no idea who Aneez was. So I had an advantage. It was more of a fun time-pass to get some rest and to enjoy sometime out of our hectic college schedule.

One unintentional thing happened which was neither very pleasant nor very bad. Once myself, Simba and Aneez all three where in the lab building and Motta was also in the lab that time with her friends. At that time we were in very casual and relax mood and having a really nice time. The problem occurred when we start pointing towards Motta and tried to bully her, but our intention was never to hurt her. We were too busy with ourselves and Motta just came in from nowhere. I don’t know whether we were offensive or not, but I think we were. Also it might be our gestures that made her feel that we were making fun of her. Nothing happens then. After sometime I left the lab and went to my room. The real action began after that when one of her (Motta’s) friends came to Simba and asked him to have a word with her outside. Then she started with a voice and stance that made Simba pissed off. She scolded him, given Simba a nice lecture about manners and threatened Simba to behave himself and never dare to make fun of her friend again. All the time Simba tried his best to explain her but she just kept going on and on. I think the lecture went for around 20-30 minutes with Simba crying from her beatings. Aneez was also saved; she didn’t said anything to him. Why? I don’t know .This was a bit too much for Simba, in the first place if anyone was to be blamed for what happened it was me, as if I had not been there nothing would have happened. But my luck saved me.

So simba came and told me that all what had happened and man simba was very furious on me. We decided that if she got hurt we will apologies her tomorrow. I was a bit excited also because by this I got another chance to talk her again. So on the next day me and Simba said sorry to her outside the lecture theater and she said she didn’t mind. I wanted to stop her so that I can talk to her a bit more than “I m sorry”- “I m sorry”. But she was in a bit of hurry and left. Later that day I stopped her again in the canteen and apologized her and asked her for a walk. Walk in DA-IICT is very – very crucial for any relation ship to build. Personally I feel if a girl had a walk of the campus with a guy means the relationship is set. They are bounded by an invincible power, I think the soul of daiict which keep them together always.

But that fortune and good luck was not for me as I cannot complete the round with her. When we are half way of the campus few of her friends came and said, they had an urgent work with her and she had to go with them, and so she left. I thought k, if I can’t complete the round this time may be next time, atleast I got the feeling: she likes me or atleast she didn’t hates me. But here comes the twist in my story and for what she had done was too childish and immature. After 2 -3 days I was sitting in the canteen and Motta was also sitting the canteen.I was with some of my friends and Motta with hers. Some of them were guys also. I think she asked one of her favorite brothers about me and bingo – END OF STORY. That guy is an asshole and a pain in the ass. A 20 year jerk with a mentality of 12 years – 4^th class going student. I think he told to her innocent sister that how sinister I am - A useless guy who smokes and drinks in hostel, who uses filthy language and is unbearable. I think he declared me as the most corrupt guy in the institute. So with that she developed an image of me in her mind which she still carries with her always. Later that night I saw her in the canteen and was thinking of talking to her. Seeing me she rushed back to her hostel, totally avoiding and ignoring me. I also felt that she was afraid of me. Ok I m not the most intelligent guy in the institute but I get very well what her sprint meant. That was the limit for me and all my feelings for her got leaked out like air leaks out of a busty vehicle tyre.

I don’t know exactly what happened but I am pretty sure that the possibility of happening that or something like that is 99.99 %. I don’t understand how people can come to such preposterous conclusion without any thinking, without knowing the other person themselves. Thank God we are not together otherwise I would have beaten myself to death.

It Was She

It was during the fourth sem that I noticed her and her astonishing beauty. She was a very simple but elegant looking girl, with cute specks, “touch me not” type attitude (atleast towards me!) and an amazing calmness of poise: a magnificent balance of beauty and etiquette. One thing very peculiar of her far apart from all other college girl’s was that she always seems to be coming straight from beauty parlor, without a stain or a bug. Her hair always properly made in her traditional style, with new salwar kurta every day!. I couldn’t understand how she managed that and wanted to ask her secret but fate…Whenever I saw her I always felt a cool breeze of a pleasant morning with drops of dew falling on me from trees. She was graciously slender, decent heighted with a body of a dolphin. She was an epitome of beauty. She was like the first rain of the season full of freshness, joy, freedom and with a tendency to change everything. She was like stars in the sky, u can see, u can admire, u can love, u can dream but can’t go near it, can’t touch it, can’t feel it. She appeared too delicate even to be exposed to open air, and I, wanted to hold her in my arms, and shield her from the grey world - away from everyone and everything. She was very special to me and I think I was very opposite for her, fate again…...

She was doing her MS in IT and was in her second sem. I was totally over whelmed by her, and the crush was inevitable, so my heart start beating for her. As she was in post graduate, I had a hesitation to go and talk to her and she always used to be surrounded by her friends, and much to my annoyance. Many of my friends used to bully me about her, but I was already in my own wonderland with her.

So I decided that something has to be done. Ok, I can’t just go and talk to her so I have to find out some other way and one of my friend suggested why don’t I mail her, and tell her about my feelings. The idea seems pretty decent solution for my problem so I decided to write her an e-mail. At that time I didn’t even know her name so was really worried what would be the outcome, but had no other option so went through with it. I don’t exactly remember what I had written then, but some thing like-

Hi

I am Deepak Agrawal of BTech 2003 batch. I told her I want to have friendship with her.
And pressed the enter button with a lots of prayers, fingers crossed and a shaking hand.

The reply came next day which I remember very vividly. It was like

Hi

I am Anita whom u mailed yesterday (regarding friendship). I m not interested in any kind of relationship with you. Please don’t mail me again.

Seeing the reply I feel like I had fallen through a 10 story building and my heart crushed. Woh! What a rude and insensitive reply. Ouch my heart started bleeding. People say that the feminine part is much more sensitive than its counter, but in reality it is totally opposite. Don’t believe me? Try it or ask eng. students. After that all the delicacy about her wiped out of my mind and I pictured her as a stone hearted girl trapped into an angel’s body. My Princess. But I was determined enough and decided to try again.

So I made a few more failure attempts to talk to her. I mailed her a few times…
K k many times just asking her to meet me once, but I don’t know why she never replied to me? Even once. Finally desperation took over me and I decided to talk to her straight and tell her about my feelings. So after some days I saw her having dinner in the canteen. It was Saturday and a movie was screened in out OAT (open air theater). After dinner she went to watch the movie with her friends. So I muster up all my courage and went to talk to her. I asked her: “can I have a word with her” and she said ok. I had gotten the feeling that she didn’t recognize me so I asked her weather she recognizes me or not? She said no and I told her that: “I am karan who mailed you”. I must confess that those few moments were the most important and precious of my life, as she just freaked out seeing me in front of her and too much of my surprise, she was literary shaking. I thought this was the first time she was talking to any guy. I told her about me and explained her I just want to have friendship with her and came the filmy and powerful reply that “I DON’T TALK WITH BOYS”, I tried to explain her, that, I m nice guy and she can trust me, and moreover I am only asking for friendship, but she was very adamant and told me that I should not force her to be my friend. And so once again my hopes and dreams are crushed and my dream world was shattered, and I came face to face with reality. This time I felt very pathetic and depressed, and realized she was not my type of girl. So with a broken heart I bided goodbye to her and to my dreams.

But there were so many things I want to say to her, so many things I want to hear.

There was so much I want to know about her and to tell her about me. I tried a few more times, once in our canteen. That was really a tough decision for me as I m a very shy person. I asked her “does she mind having a little chat with me?” and came the reply: “There is no point in talking to you”. I am still very confused what I should have said to her then. I couldn’t understand, what she expected me to put forward and that to in front of whole canteen. I had only seen her, talked her only once and that to for a very short time. So in other world, except that she was a post graduate student, I knew nothing about her. The only point I had was that I liked her very much. So, with all that once again my hopes were crushed, but this time I was much more serious. For what was initially a mere crush, I should say, had turned in a long lasting love and fondness. But I very vividly remembered what she had told me in the OAT. And I never wanted to force her to be in any relationship with me. All I want is to have some time with her so that I can express myself, but ……

In her final sem, she went to do her final project in Noida. So I didn’t get the chance to meet her again. Even though I was dying to meet her, I always tried my best not to disturb her, as my intentions were never to hurt her. Luckily I got a chance to meet her once more during our cultural cum technical festival- SYNAPSE. She might have come for some presentation or something else (I don’t remember exactly). I saw her with her friends at the function. She looked gorgeous and I must confess I was dumbstruck, the moment I saw her. By just the mere glance of her my heart started pounding at double speed. I was too anxious and nervous to talk to her. Seeing my condition one of my friend Saurabh, pushed me towards, where she was sitting and said “just go and talk to her”. So I muster up all my courage and went to talk her. To my surprise she seems much less angry and friendlier. There was one more of her friend sitting adjacent to her. We had a nice chat for about 20 minutes, in which we talked about all the stuff except what I wanted to talk the most. I asked her does she would like to have a walk, and she said: “she didn’t mind, but her friend will be left alone”.

I am such an idiot bloke, should have asked the other lady, does she minds me having a walk with Anita, but instead I remained silent, and blown the last chance I have.

After time she left with all my dreams and hopes, and I remained alone with all the stars above me and searching for the one which was not there.

Lets play FIRE- FIRE

Its was just a usual hang out at night in DA-IICT hostel (a favorite timepass of college guys) involving Myself, The Deadly but innocuous Simba , Royal Jain Sahab and The revered Saurabh Misra (as his altruism is at peak right now and his engagement with the social club “SAMBHAV”). We were chatting about our college how it had made our life sick and miserable with draconian rules and exams(3 exam in a 4 month) and internships in 1 sem! Isn’t it to much? Me and Simba were playing “PAC-MAN” our latest passion .There was lot of anxiety and enthu going in the game as we trying our best(in turns) to make more high score and clear stages. Then Misraji suggested lets play Fire-Fire. He explained that the Fire– Fire is a game in which we just have to burn whatever we choose as our target and despises the most. As SIMPLE as that !!. Everyone there knows that how bosh the game was but still intriguing as nything which includes destruction(and that to of college property) Fancies us the most. Misraji suggested some ideas like we can flame up the Lab Building as becoz of it only we have to cut short our sleeps for past 3 years and attend all labs everyday some of which were of 3 hrs. Hectic – Hellic 3 hrs. Another choice was of burning the Library building for no apparent reason but simply becoz we don’t like the word libray and never used it. As there are guards sitting in both there building it won’t be safe so we decided lets keep our zeal for fire a bit short and small scale and do it (FIRE-FIRE) in the hostel only. But no one wants to play it in their room so the idea was giving by us and then Misraji found one match box Full of matchstick in my Room and then the idea exploded in his mind. He burnt a newspaper and the Game thus begins. We all became very excited abt it but then the Fire became very intense and Misraji just throws the paper out of his hand on to the floor. Rooms in hostels (especially boys, I haven’t seem ny girl room in hostel) are quite messy so was ours and cloths are all over the room so are the newspapers and magazines which we hardly read. In one corner a lot of cloths were pilled up on one chair and there were some newspapers on the ground near that chair. So the paper (which was burning quite intensely with Misaji’s enthu) reached near the chair and then the fire start taking the shape of actual fire. Thank God as were all 4 in the room we quickly hush up the fire But Fire is a dangerous thing to play with. As the room get filled with smoke we get out of the room after quenching the small fire (atleast that’s what we thought ). I quite vividly remember the scene of smoke coming out of my room’s window like coming out of an chimney instead. Really quite fascinating to watch.

But Something was smoldering back in the room which we didn’t notice. After 10-15 minutes Simba went in the room to play PAC-MAN as his current passion at that time was to beat my score. It was then he realized that something was burning behind the chair and he came out shouting FIRE- FIRE-FIRE-FIRE-FIRE…………..

Hearing more abt fire a chill went through my spine and my heart. I thought today my room gonna be blown up. Inside we went, the room was full of smoke and dusty soot flying in the air. Something was burning behind the chair so we quickly removed all the stuff lying on the floor and put them outside the room. We found a burning pillow , towel and some cloths burning profoundly. I and Simba rushed and brought water and others in the meantime tried to bring the fire down and check the room so that time nothing was left burning.

Finally the fire was ended and we learnt the lesson we have forgotton —
FIRE IS NOT A THING TO BE PLAYED WITH”