Chicken In H6 Mess

It was just another normal day, or so we thought. But we took a right turn from our block towards the mess and what we saw was unprecedented.

Chicken in H6 mess.

Alright, first a bit of buildup here. As I write this, I am down with a bad flu, i have a huge deadline to meet on RENESA stuff and I am facing a block there too. But still, I am blogging about this seemingly trivial and innocous issue. Yes, it means that much to me.

So where was I? ya, just eneterd the mess. One scene, two sides. One end was having their platonic times with the Paneer thingy. Routine, quotidient, The real scene was on our left.

A huge row of people hoggin on to something. Something familiar, something very appealing, some appetizing, something makes you forget that you are down on health....And why the hell am I even giving it a build up I don't know. Have said already about the chicken extravagnza. And that is what the thing was. Succulent, delicious and more than just food.

We got a speacial plastic coupun to avail our plate. Which unlike the paper slip that the veg guys were getting. Not that I am a huge of fan of dark piss, i took the thump's up anyway. The limited chciken pilicy made it even more of a priced possession. And I am only human.

I took my plate and about five roti's went to sit on a place. But no, a hand tapped me to stop. I look about. A messwale bhaiya was directing me rather to a special assigned for the one with the meat. Oh man, they did some ambience management cources i tell you. The experience was awesome.

Then I sat, mulled over the act. a to where should I begin from. Will it be the one on the right or the one on left? the one right was rather more juicy and fleshy,....but the one on left was bigger in look....and appeling in view....things were getting complicated. perhaps I was putting way too much thought into it. I take a bite eventually. What happend next is pure Nirvana.

It actually melted, giving out a a cry of bliss...audible only to the most attentive ears. The sumptousness of the event can only be explained through the sense of taste...nothing else could do that, so I conformed, succumed, accepted and bent down over....and let it take me.

it was amazing, thought later I got joined by Manish...he perhaps didn't put too much premium on such stuff maybe. He has a life perhaps....anyway...then Mayur and Thomas turns up...I discussed episode 21 of season 4 of HIMYM with Mayur for the 6th time maybe, simultaneoulsy freaking the crap outta thomas...over somethings which may reveal to some guys in about a week from now.

I left the mess a happier person from 20 mins ago, complimented the supervisor and the mess incharge on the way....these guys rock I tell you. And so does H6....and so does the chicken.

I reached my room....and the usual was restored. What happend next...isnt that worth writing about.

So njoy!

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Manish Modelled For Me
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Hitesh Modelled for me

Kshitij Modelled for me

The Pizzascapde - Burp

The day was the 1st of Aug 2009. It just another day with it's share of aloneness, peace and calm. Then suddenly somebody broke the news that it's the first 'Mess Off' of the year. And the butterfly effect started.

Manish comes to my room and express his wish to make it a Pizza Night. Now, if you know what serious hunger pangs are like, you would know that at that particular time, event the sound of a dish makes you weak in the knees. And so it happened, just when you let your guards down things start becoming screwy.

We settled down after deciding that we would go to dominos. But then something came up and we got late. here we should remind ourselves that we live in surat, and it was a Saturday. This is the time when no kitchen in any of the surati home is functional. and each every Tom, Dick , Harry and Jignesh take their fuel guzzling SUVs out and go to a eatery. Where we the lesser mortals have to stand in neverending queues to avail food. Now that it was late, and we were like holding a rat race tournament in our tummies, we decided to go with the Free Home Delivery scheme. And the rollers were set to motion.

Manish started applying his awesome Data Interpretation skills in the pursuit of availing ourselves the best deal. With dominos, the coupon schemes are so ridicules that you actually wonder as to why do they even sell pizza at so high a rate at the first place.

One such scheme was -" A large pizza free on another large pizza"

Just as i listened him speak these lines my tongue went into a self attained salsa trained mode, and i almost never felt my saliva glands having such a huge capacity. And i said the single most most lovely, most beautiful, and faith affirming word in English language - "Yes"

The order - One Large Spicy Chicken + One Large Veggie Extravaganza

The hugeness of the moment was such that i started microblogging about it. The moments just wont seem to pass, I waited engaging myself with a book, then some series, then again a book....the time just won't go by.

Then suddenly, a knock on my door. manish and the Pizza delivery guy stood there. It was almost as if ...no i cant find an equally dramatic and significant metaphor for this. I moicroblogged again.

I washed my hands with my awesome chandrika saboon, put on South Park, and beheld the huge 10" Pizza box in my hand. The scene could be related to lion king ka scene where he holds his son on the edge of the mountain. Magnificent, memorable, muaah!

And then we started. Two slices down, i couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. oooh man...three slices... hmmm...awesome. Four slizes, alright, wait a min, something just tweaked in the right hand side of my chest...what was that?

Five slices down....burp...burp BURP....the word "mistake" flows out effortlessly from Manish's trap. He stops, asks for water. That's like asking the bull to hit you. I stalled my gaddi too. Assuring myself that i just need a break, you know, and innocuous little break. No friends, in life all that you think it to be, never happens.

I shut down the box....watched South Park.....burp.....tweeted a bit more.....manish was almost dieing in one corner.....i knew even I cudn't make, i wont make it.....may this was it....this is how we are gonna die......hmmm burp....there figures around....pa calling me to come back home.....man making my bed........touzer licking me on face.....me falling off a edge into a tank of water....chaos...more chaos......i was beginng to lose it....i think I have lost....yes i lost that race in 7th sd.....somebody won.......bad....v bad.....why me?....Why Not me?....third year.....bad....no ...i wont make it....i don't know....burp.

Something came over, we got back to our senses, realising what hit us. I summed all my strenght. had a slice more. "THAT DOES IT....No more pizza for a month: says manish "I have acquired a found hatred for anything that begins with a 'P'" I said.

Manish gives up, goes out (still owing me 20/-) I see his 3 slices there, i see my two slices here. Will i throw them? what about those kids about whom i just read in "the Kite Runner"....what about the students of "NIRVANA"...what about all the destitute of the world. The ethical conundrum, the cardinal dilemma....aarghh I cudn't take it any more. I said "Screw it" and threw my pizza to a dog outside my balcony. And threw manishes in a nearby dustbin (seriously, what the hell was that??...even dogs din eat it..lol)

Two mins later, Vikram comes and asks for the leftover pizza. _BEEP_ couldn't he like come a bit earlier _BEEP_

I sit there now, alone....thinking of what i had just done, will be able to look myself in the mirror tomorrow, will this feeling too pass. I din know, I just couldn't know. I feel my right hand side twitch again. Goodness me.

I went to manish's "Dude, gotta go for a walk, or we'll not live to see the morning sun" I say. That lazy bum resists, i pursue him anyway and stroll out. Burp Burp Burp.

We moved round and round the campus, zigzagking every little detour. and never feeling even a tad bit fatigued. After all we had some huge stuff within us.

We come back, and make an unspoken pact "No Pizza for as long as...no Pizza" we drift off in our respective rooms. I remember tweeting again. I sleep

Cut to today, Beep Beep, msg "dude awesome offer on dominos pizza....buy a medium get 50% off on large" incorrigible dumasses...the story will repeat someday i guess.

Burp

Some of Extended Eosure photography i tried my hand at

Hostel - 6 : The Final Abode

AG7, H6, Sardar Bhavan - To mention explicitly, will be where i'll spend my last days on this lovely campus.

It was a downpouring the day we were alloted this hostel. Now to set somethings straight, this isnt one of those 'dream hostels' that exist on campus. I mean what with the leaking, the falling paraphets, and a long history of spooky affairs. And the greatet part is the let down, that students from Nehru Bhavan are made to accomodate this place. On the cover, it looks like been sent from a five star hotel to railway station side 'Hotel Deshent'. Though, to give a first hand account - This Hostle Rocks. Accepted it doesnt have jazzy flooring and in-refelecting CFL lined up, neither does it has...well wait, there isnt any added extra that H( stay had over in terms of infrastructure. Good the post just got smaller.

Anway, so yeah my room here is what philosophy calls as "perfect". It is in proximity to the bathroom but not adjacent to it. It is near to main enterance but not 'on' it (like bora's), it is the groundfloor with no history of ground sagging or snake infiltrations (zoinks!), it has a good amount of white washed walls with no pesky writings on it. This is just awesome.

About the block, well there are some of the most famous dudes of our insti in here. Vijay, manish, Hitesh, Mohit, akhil...the who's who is surrounding me like a pole dancer on ...err...pole? ...Anwway. they all got their signature things going on. And it's fun to a be part of the spectacle.

The bathrooms are ofcourse the shakesspearoan story of devatation, despair and sometimes agony and desperation. They have water coming from orifices not meant to be facilitating a source. The gensis of dripping is the water on the floor above. it is kind of an view, to stand bellow that sepaged ceiling and wonder "how long does it take for the beams to rust within" Now, just like many things in a developing country....yeh bhi chalta hai. People have stopped complainig, restoration is suspended citing the inevitable demolishing of the hostel itself. Despite all this, i love this place.

The morining sun comes directly in my room, and evenings too are calm and serene around. There is sense of solitude all the time, which can be duly avoided when and how you want it to. Thats in a stark contrast to our stay in the railway platform like h9. There, as it so happend, were more people around you than dust particles. Although that setup had its own fans, it kinda got onto my nerves. And the H4 calmness have seemed to return. Ah!...thanks

The food, well its way better than H9 again. The menu is pretty much the same, or i din't give factual accuracy a rat's fart. but ya the quality is definately better. The laundary practise is yet to be experienced.

So, thats it....all in all a very good room, in a good place, in a good hostel, with many people i have been with all along. so yes, i know am gonna njoy this year of peace, tranquility, and calmnes...coupled intrestingly with placemnts, entrances, sems, and peripherals.!!

Time to sleep now!

Cliche- Beginnig Of The End

So, as i type this, there's this song by Collin Hay playing in the background - "Waiting for my real life to begin" . Although that would have nothing much to do with what i would jabber around here in this post exclusively. But yes, the acoustic's sound does stir up an emotion. That sometime in an year now, maybe i'll have this song stuck in my head. And the difference, it would be relevant then.

Kicked started the final year today. Now, for all the hype and hoopla surrounding this 'Final Year' thingy, i don't know why it hasn't hit me with that force which renders you a bit mellow and senti to the core that yes, you are the next and well, the last now. But i know it will happen. And how! will it, is what i am waiting to see.

It is said that to understand the importance of detachment, you have to be hopelessly, first, be attached to something/someone. And boy, when it comes to that, i am a perfect emotional goofball. I can't even begin count the number of people here who happen to be so very close to me and the place, well, it's another story altogether.

The things that we have done here are, well to begin with crazy. But there so many of them, all different in a extrovert way, but still connected to a shear undying pursuit of doing something crazy, or extra. And thus we had making robots, making miniature IC engine cars, making full sixe hybrid vehicles, running forums related to human resource development, travelling 1053 Kms attending conferences, publishing newsletter, taking plunge into entrepreneurship, organising events pertaining to different intresets, conducting quiz, loiterring around campus every morning, sitting around, sometimes even lying down in canteen doing nothing. Ah!...awesome.

And here stands one more year, with its promise to offer whole of this range again. And for us to do it one more time, if not the last time. But atleast the for the last time a place where this all started. and can no longer be more patient.

Am hopping on this mad crazy bandwagon....expecting good things and being pessimistic alike. SO bring it on. The Begining Of The End.

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Some random stuff clicked at a morning stroll near my place, back home in....