Well.. for who have not followed this poorly written, tasteless spate of my sketchy recollections.. I have only two things to say..
1. “Not any more “.
2. My firs post was titled.. “Encounter of the first kind – part1″
So..kindly note… I decided to keep the part -1 in the title, because doing otherwise would have been … normal! Also note..that I am shameless enough to point that..so that you may take notice…and….well you know.. .
Picking things exactly from where I left off..
of hitting fists and broken wrists
still in second semester..
3rd quarter of the class, assigned to the electrical measurements lab , first floor.. with a guest faculty (whom I know went on to set the entrance paper for IP that year). Working with wires…something I hated since school. I remember standing next to Khurana and Rajender while doing the experiments… nothin more I can say..about it..can I.
I remember a day, when I helped Kanika out in one of her experiments when her whole group had disappeared from the lab. That was one of my first encounters with her as such. Less did I know that next week she would be playing “who has stronger fist” with me. Boy…she hits hard!
There was nothing much exciting about the PEE lab..
Mech Science labs were fun. With those chairs with hydrolic jacks fitted in them, we couldnt resist a collective swivel whenever the teacher looked away. It was there.. when I had my first interactions with Kriti. Talking about music…I began to sing Zombie and that is how we did not become the best of friends (of course there is more to that)
I remember saying a crude version of “You like it when people poke fun at you” in front of what…10 people. And that is how I got her all worked up.
“Think before you speak” said Kanika.
I didnt even know that it hurt that bad, kartik told me about her lid..blown off. am I in trouble?
but then… when you are not the closest of friends… you really should not take liberties. So..a lesson in public behaviour coming my way..
about a whole semester of not saying hi’s and a whole semester of avoiding glances… when we finally got
past that awkward..”You-must-be-sorry” regime.. my car broke her hand.
A flat tyre, a borrowed jack, an old car..and a kriti jumping on the wrench.. => broken wrist
Now that is a clear sign. A little divinity and a little stupidity can screw things over.
Paper that wasnt
There came the third semester, and we all got to meet NSR. Our first tryst with the Information and technology department.. then HOD of which had locked his room never to return. Nothing much happening in thir semester apart from us “breaking up” with Khurana ..after the slapgate scandle. (I have been told not to write about it..so… )
Anyway.. I also remember Sunil’s insatiable thirst for analog electronics. Just before the vivas… he kept drawing all sorts of crazy circuits with a condensor here and there.. throwing me and Siddhant into absolute state of perplexity! Almost brought to tears..when he screwed his AE paper bad :D. Not that I worked wonders in it…
This is when we started talking to Aastha (and would talk hours and hours the night before every paper)… rather she started to eat our lunches
Sunil, Siddhant and everybody had known aastha all along, but had never really talked to her. They too were suprised to see this other side of her.. the side which could recite all the potty poems out loud..and could eat like guys!
Keep it coming.. the party has just begun!
I also remember a fight between team Aastha (and Saurabh) and team Reshbha (and Reshbha) involving lots of finger poking, fork pointing… yelling and crazy temper. While I and swati shared a chilli garlic watching it like a tennis match.
Till now , I had known AP only as the bespectacled being who is always texting. And Abhishek… well i was not really fond of him. :D. I honestly admit that a guy who never acknowledged your presence , would continue with his headsets on.. making you feel invisible at times.. would come across as strange! I never had really talked to him.. until the day we all went to the book fair. And I came to know..he had practically read every book. From then on.. we started to hang out more..
I remember he would say..
“Tu Amar ko janta hai?? It is like a parallel world..where you dont exist”
and I would say..
“I existed before we knew each other..so..”
was it iDCE when we really began to interact more… absolutely yes. We even got aanchal and swati to the very gate of boy’s hostel that was fun!
Meanwhile I got to know some more people.. Ruchi for instance. Naive and maniacal as she always is.
Sarabh (who would further his friendship with SIddhant on his trip to Germany..)..and Ajay (whom ..what peopl say I would.. “dethrone” from the iDCE kingdom)
Then came a great summer at Jaipur… Aastha, Swati, AP, Abhi and I bonded like covalent carbon in a buckminsterial structure. Our frequent escape to Dominoes… those late night (9 pm) strolls in the campus.. where Abhishek almost got killed (:P).. those early morning (6 am) labs… bad mess food and one particular evening when we all sat on grass and talked about Aastha’s honeymoon plans in venice
“You must rush…venice would submerge in 10 years..”
and her shopping plans in Paris..
That evening… is something I am always going to remember
So medievial history.. to contemporary… in the next post I will be talking about people who have been important in my years in college…
coming up in the next post… our little games in anshu mam’s calsses, the rise and fall of iDCE… and a friend you least expected to be friends with…