The name was Bins…Guns in Bins

Once upon a time in Jaipur..under the pink sky ..there stood a boy with a cap on, an adidas sipper in his hands teaming up wid an adidas band on his arm. The gang of DCE girls approached the lab..it was wet all over.

“Aastha…this is Gun**** Bin***, and he is the new member of your group. He had no clue bout linux but is a stanford certified hacker, make most of him..remember he’s a hacker.” Said an all excited Santu sir.

“vodafuck…this new boy has no clue, has no brains….and he contributes 5 negatives to my tsk” Said Aastha after the first task with Mr Bins.

It was the famous Gman all over/…. some people heard him say..

“Dont panic Gun****…Calm down Gun****..”

He was at the Z batch..and was made to write a shell script. When things got of his hands…thats whne DCE came to the rescue…and I had to go help him out in that shell script.

“Dude….givr mr condition dude..”

All I could hear is blah…

“Just shut up will u….!!” I said..(glad..mic wasnot there..)

And then..

30th June..(the night after we celebrated Aastha’s birthday..)

“Hey…Belated happy birthday” said the batli boy.

“wow..thnx”

“My mom says..its never too late to wish somebody..”

And swati was all giggling….

“Shoo….Shoo you batli boy…” when the dce gang silently shooed away.

Later in the city..when al of us deboarded the bus.

A bunch of guys from the Bin gang approached us.

“Excuse us plz”

“Ya..”

“A lot of pointing, staring and laughing has been going on…we now that. Both the gangs could feel the heat. Every body knows that something has been going on around. If Guns has said anything …then I apologise..

you know I am a fourth year..I am bound to be more mature than u…so lets start afresh on a clean slate….friends??”

“What are you talking about”// It was chorus from abhi,Ap and me.

But Dce chics knew it all….

“Ya..how would one know if someone is committed or not…” said Aastha

“ya..ya..” said swati (Who could still see an all sweaty Guns with his cap on standing feets away..trying not to look..)

“Ya we apologise” said the Mature guy.

“Ya Ya” said Swati stiill looking at guns./

We waited them to leave and then…we exploded into an incorrigible laughter which lasted the days to follow.

You see Guns…in the pic…all helpless…and sad…..rejection ..and then being pointed at and then being laughed upon is tough.

We felt the heat so we took his sipper.

we felt the sun so we took his cap

then we felt nice about all this,……

~ by Nigam Prateek on July 8, 2008.