I Know What I did for 116… ;-)

I Know What I did for 116… ;-)

June 8^th 2005 3pm…I realized something really pathetic…. I lost my Environmental Engineering Lab Record which was to be submitted to step in the exam hall next Day. It was lab external exam that I had to face after a night sleep. I searched all four corners of room including my roomi’s table. Haha..It was like finding strawberry in a apple tree. Coz… My roomi was sitting in Electronics & Communications classes all Seven semester. Why shall he take my record for any good reason. Finally I decided to do something crazy n worth risk taking. I peeped into my senior’s door to collect old record if they had somewhere. Well notes, records n photocopies were maintained as BhagwadGeeta in our hostel…J I got some 3-4 records. In that I choose the best handwriting that I could get. I then made all necessary arrangements to make it feel that I am the owner of it. I was quite happy to feel the book with me.

8pm… I opened the book for the first time in life. There were 13 experiments in it. The name of each experiment was like surprise at first sight. It was all about chemical reactions n so many color changes to be remembered in each experiments. I never knew that we completed so many things in our lab. One thing is there in our Engineering days. The whole syllabus for the semester seemed to be like we were listening news for deaf n dumb in class though we were really not…. We wonder we use to collect n cover all 160 marks syllabus or at least 140 marks syllabus (even though it was thought for 100 marks in classes) in that last night before the exam. Strange but true. That night we use to understand the things like we were watching BBC world channel. All info straight n clear… I always wonder…why didn’t this BBC worked for rest of the days when we are in the class. Nevertheless now I had to study…but as I passed on the pages I felt it easier…as there were only color changes from start to end of the experiment. And we needed some common words to join this start and end of the experiment. Only thing we had to remember was start color of the chemical and end color of the experiment. I thought of taking a break as I calculated myself with the risk factor of having 14 hrs left for my exam n hardly 1 hour for each experiment could make me reach the target. So went out to peep in others room n got a room which was filled with those guys who just finished their exam that day and those who had pretty lengthy time for next exam to approach. I was a odd man out there. They were watching some movie n in watching movies we never stay odd anymore. All batch unite together like milk n water n watch it to end without opening the door of dark room. Now how can I miss this chance. I became one of the spectators for next two n half hour.

Now by 11.30 bell rang to do some worth full work for exam that was about to bang next day by 11am. So 11.30 hrs left for me now. But felt sleepy as soon as I opened it. It was all about to study the rainbow colors changing from one another. I made some easy method to pass it out. Did some coding between the colors and was quite doing it well. I felt then it was a small job n no such precious time to be wasted before the exam. And how better we can spend those peak hours else than sleeping. But still I was in initial stage of all these experiments…. I really had some time to spend it for first look. The next day early morning I planned revision of the same. But as per the saying…man proposes n god disposes… works word to word in next half n hour.

12am banged at all visible clocks n watches. My batch mates attacked my room to celebrate my birthday. Oh it was my birthday on June 9^th …. And it was time to celebrate…. I was happy to see a cake n candles arranged for me. We celebrated took snaps ate cake pasted the butter and every stuffs that can make a birthday fun. I thanked all for remembering my birthday and giving the surprise.

1.30 am…celebration ended n fire inside me caught the real heat. Butter on my face melted. But meanwhile the butter has created all blunder n the cooling effect of it showed me way to bed. I found its really hard to read our next word that’s written by some mighty senior in his record. I couldn’t wait for the needle in clock to cross one more minute. Kept a alarm at 4am n pulled my blanket. It was heaven in my dreams in no time. But as usual failed myself to convince to get up when alarm sung.

5.30am… now it was time for my sixth, seventh etc sense to wake up n also wake me up. I felt something weird passed in my body n alerted like when free electrons is plugged into human body direct from a power socket without insulation. I got up n forgot rest of the world. I had now only option left too do in the world now. And that was to understand each n every English that was mentioned in the record. I buried myself on the icy chair n started sucking the color. At last un wontedly time clock dint show any mercy to show its 9’O clock face. It was a ugly face especially when the exam is to be faced in next coming hour. No breakfast nor shower. Washed face with some water to hairs which provided all special effect to show myself as fresh as just way out of shower. But the colors really showed its color when I really stepped in the lab. It was mentioned that until we pen it down the color change for first initial stage we were not allowed to proceed any experiment. And the main drawback with me was I knew the start n end color of the experiment. But the required was the intermediate color. Which again I had to do permutation n combination with the rest of the VIBGYOR colors. I still repent why I dint learn doing this permutation n combination right for the whole life. It played very major roles in most part of the life n most of them were wrong… J

It was actually pink to blue and then end color was brown. I knew pink n brown. Time allotted was half n hour to write the experiment procedure till the first color change. And I could see more permutation n combination on my lab mate’s faces. So I was not a exceptional. Now what to do….the every color in me turned black n white. A slight cut on the intermediate color could throw me out of hall. I wrote everything else than intermediate color. I guessed it purple. But I really had thing to correct. He came to my table at last. What to do now. Actually the color turned pink to blue but purple was what I mentioned. It was almost same only but not exact. And my lecturer dint wanted to take any chance in identifying any color. These liquid(chemicals) n color really turn u out pale n nasty. N what else can help me out than a liquid itself. A drop of water at right place can heel all the unseen wounds n keep me clueless to carry out further observations n reading. I got a small droplet on the exact place of where I had to change… and it worked out. I showed it to lecturer who was already so familiarized with color as 3^rd std kid is familiar with letter ‘A’. he saw something unclear at the changed color part of the paper. He advised to write it clearly. I used ink pen rather than ball pens. And that really helped me now. N now why shall I take chance to write it blue in place of purple anymore… J I was clear now. Poor lecturer… he himself made me out of this puzzle. I thanked him n finished the rest of the exam in next half n hour.

I was out n submitted the seniors record which remained in college in my name now after … Jn came out. Finished some viva n I was out by 1.30 pm….there was lot of discussions with frns after coming out for 1 more hour... I was happy on road…that I successfully finished my unrevealed color exam in style. Suddenly I realized… that m damn hungry. And I dint have breakfast nor lunch n not even a single drop of water wet my tongue. The moment I came to real world all my sixth sense n all other nonsense kicked off from my body like a betrayed soul n went to bed before I could reach my den. The straight road started floating… I was like in mid of ocean who hardly swimmed in his life. I managed somehow to reach the hostel n bugged whatever left out at mess. My bed was unfolded n was calling both arms stretched. I surrendered myself to be n again dreams rugged me… J

It was 116 out of 125 at the end. Satisfactory for the way I did myself for the exam…. J and only I know what I did for my 116… J

My Name is Kichcha...!!!

My Name is Kichcha…!!!! J

Restless nights and hopeless mornings…these were the taglines that used to come across as soon as we use to wake up every morning in the early hostel days. Restless night doesn’t meant that we locked ourselves in rooms with books n finished entire six months syllabus in those nights. It was the introducing time for us for the fate that we entered the hostel. Nevertheless.. Engineering ain’t been so easy as if we were without introducing ourselves to all our superiors. There was real bonding on the later days but getting into that bond was as harder as dental student working out at his first bypass surgery…J No match right..!!! same thing happened here also… all branch juniors introduced themselves to their all branch. No matter he was Dental, Medicine or the hardcore Engineering.

Daily nights were colorful to see with guys crossing their fingers to enter into a new room. It was a daily routine for us with 3 to 4 guys moving in bunches. We use to introduce ourselves with name, branch, native, any special talents that we had, hobbies etc etc…There were highly technical n biological questions been asked by highly matured seniors. N some funny punishments which been funny when the term was really our own. But still it was not any harsh kind off. As days went we started enjoying giving these introduction.

It was a another evening at hostel n our term of getting into senior’s room was about to start..!!! we all first sem guys gathered in TV hall. As if we were found out..we were said to be IN in any of unknown senior’s room. So this was the safest place to hide into n discuss before we go into Warfield. We were watching a match n suddenly power slept n darkness got up…gathering all of us in its arms. We all became blind n kept ourselves unseen though vision was as good as in the morning. Suddenly a guy went off who was hanging onto window with a painful song..”YAAROO YAAROO GEECHI HOODA..” This song was an inspirational one for me. No matter I also knew only those four words I was successful to gather the further lyrics of the same in a day or two. Now this became a mighty sword for me to enter into the war field…J as soon as any of the senior asked about extracurricular activities or hobbies I started with these four words…n continued to complete a line. I maintained my throat in streamline to make the song to be heard as it is. But these merciless seniors started taking advantage by making me to sing it repeatedly as if I m a CD player. At last that CD got crap n I started the remix of same song by making song streamline with my original throat phoenix. Now this was something real time for me to enjoy. The next room I entered n start this song…. I was shown RED card…J n there was no much things to play anymore. I use to be on spectators seat enjoying the screwed up guys who came in parallel. My song became so famous that I started enjoying it during showers also. It was against the rules at least in the early days that a junior nominating himself as a bathroom singer…J

It was a night dinner n in the fully packed dinner hall …I was made to sing the song in middle of around TWO HUNDRED FIFTY ears. It was really ground breaking n everyone enjoyed the show. I was given some special treatment for this talent… J. My one mighty senior Venu.. still concerned of him…J came to me after this song n requested that never ever I shall deliver this beautiful song again. He told that he was in toilet that morning when I was busy taking showers with the song n he paused himself till I move out. Really pathetic for him that day. He couldn’t be productive in toilet for 10-15 mins. Quite a suffocating punishment for him…I ever dint know that my song had so much of spiritual power to pause some ongoing activity. I use to see such miracles in movies only where if something shocking scene has to be projected then they use to pause some birds flying or sea water gushing the hard rocks of breeze getting freezed etc etc..in late 80’s n 90’s movies J

Then onwards I was then popularly called as ‘KICHCHA’. This is my tale of getting this name…J...My name is KICHCHA…!!!! J

The Wicked Innocence…:-)

The Wicked Innocence…:-)

Besides being such a innocent guy… as much u can say as of a silent chicken till it get drowned… I had some outstanding hobbies which I even dint updated in my Facebook or Orkut profile. I fear if someone copies the same and make their profile more interesting n curious…J I wanted it to be unique, & in turn make me unique…J

Well any second person other than me can easy judge it as a bad habit who really know the dictionary meaning of ‘hobby ‘ & ‘habit’. Well life is much else than wats there in dictionary. As dictionaries cant respond to stimuli or human emotions. The days m talking is when I was of that eligible schooly that I had my papa to comb my noodle hairs n laze up shoe n mom to tuck my shirt tight up belt at right hole. So that everything figured out to be a common school boy. Well sorry for diverting. The reason for this is really pretty straight. I jus wanna carry u to my six plus valuable years from my birth where I was forced to wear shoe and step up daily to the hill pitched school which stood on peak stretching arms to call almost 500 plus such notorious kids like me who rather liked spending time with slipper on ground or preferably nearby roads with a marble or rubber ball in hand that can satisfy all his desires for the day…J.

Now coming to the hidden talent n the mightiest unique hobby I had.. Well by that age we hardly mean the meaning of mobile phone or cell n can any laymen shall hardly find the meaning in any standardized dictionary. That’s y I told dictionaries can’t understand human emotions. It’s obvious that there is always affinity to anyone to interact with any new guy or gal whom they find it interesting. And about me …I was quite interested in people since birth…:). Then.. mobiles were hardly known to world. But we schoolies had some unique way to contact or make anyone disturb. And that talent was not so easy to be masterized. I was one of them who did this job with lot of dedications n predicted unhealthy outcomes.

PEBBLES or SMALL STONES is wat m talking all about. And using it as a weapon is such a marshal kind of art that everyone cant masteries it without taking risk. And I was born bravo…!!!

My home hided at Thousand Five Forty Nine meters from school. So there was enough time for me to dedicate myself n to fertile this hidden talent.. J I spent most of this long time till I reach home in aiming the guys who are around my potential to reach with pebble. And gradually I acquainted so much skills that it became so spiritual that I could make any stranger know… that I was thinking about them by aiming them… J. Quite a crazy hobby. Aiming stones ain’t an easy task. And the risk is if any of the factors like size, mass, frequency, velocity or the direction had a hairline difference also…it was hell enough to cause blunders. And who else can dare to take such a challenge than me…:)

My favorite target was PAVAN…my pal since Class 1. He loved me so much that in class 5 he always use lay his bare fleshy thighs on my thighs n although we occupied first bench of the class. Hmmm quite fleshy he was then. But laying thighs still maintains its misery… Its better to ask him ly through this link in orkut throug this link… http://www.orkut.com/Main#Profile?uid=4101930902882570702 ..If someone is really interested ..he will be happy to explain I suppose… :)

I really plead a sweet sorry for targeting him all the time. It was his crunchy respond after aiming the stones that turned me crazy to throw one more…J whenever we were at leisure we utilized it to max in stonning each other… n funny part was he in turn use to bounce back but ratherly with bad in executing it most of the time… I know he’ll srew me up after reading this but this time his stone wont reach me … m in safer zone J and moreover this is my blog n I can write to my fullest desire to bake him raw... :)

Many a times it we love it but sometimes it went hard wen there was some real visible scratches done by the stone. We not only torched frns or enemies in school but also those unknown guys with whom we had no business to deal with. And some chicks whom we were desperate to talk with. This acted as miscall from a unknown number. It included Radha in class 5 n Jayyu in class 6..those were really some colorful years..!!! so much of blunders but still forgiven. :) . This talent was very useful in holidays too.

When we use to play cricket front of houses… there were countable mango trees with countless mangoes hanging all round. Our main aim was to push the ball into farm n houses n later by proofing same…grab the unripped mangoes. Either stones or broken branches were used as weapons. This really brought some fruit on HOLI festive day. Where no one cud identify the really crook…:) some people even raced with us to catch the culprit. But you know we apart from throwing stones we also played ‘Thief& the Police’ game popularly known as ‘KALLA POLICE’ in which we were trained to save our breath in such conditions…J those bulgy globy busted owners shall never catch us raw. I think the title ‘CATCH ME IF U CAN’ was derived accumulating all such acts ly…:)

The next preferable n everlasting busting I found was I started extending this talent in all the possible directions. This included aiming the vehicle as soon as it passed. As if it’s a do or die final match for India to win the World Cup and it’s the last ball last wicket n last run to complete and runner is running to his opposite end to make his team feel proud of himself and m the one who fielded the ball n now its my duty to kill the stumps ahead and crunch the cup. Everything n everytime it went fine. Until one day the real angry drove his jeep on the road, that separated the bowler n batsmen as equator. We all shed till it made its pass. As usual I picked a relatively medium sized stone n aimed it….. Bang it. It hit the target right on the metal sheet of the seater. It was a jeep that usually had open back. And anything can enter without opening any door. It relativitely made the bigger impact than wat his old engine did. The next moment the driver pushed the brake instead of accelerator. Things got crooked. Everything got silent as if some murder has happened in the next road. Ball rolled in unspecified direction. Everyone started gazing with mouth n eves kept open as if the villain coming out of car during his entry covering all screen in the theatre. He geared back n stepped out n started barking like a mentally retarded dog. Thank god he dint tasted anyone. I always hated injections…J he saw all the faces n I looked timid of all as the culprit rented in me..but I was ain’t had that Hitler expression in my face that anyone can catch me like the BOND caches…J and he ain’t a BOND. One of us looked wicked with his face frankly speaking he was the son of a police guy. Haha…there was fun outside too see him busted and crimpsy me can only hold my breath till he lays his legs back on accelerator. He busted his anger on all but later it went still dramatic when he tried lifting him up into his jeep to take him to police station. But poor guy failed in fulfilling his desires as like every villain fails in fulfilling his desires with heroine in every 80’s movies as he was enough heavy whom could have only carried with this own wish n will. This climax made some long lasting effect on me n controlled me for some times.

But things dint remain same for long time. We all came to high school. We were quite grown up now n hence target was turned to guys plus gals…In colleges it was still interesting. There we had much more interesting unknown peoples to meet. Then it was G+1 for our 10+2 education. The guys out on first floor cud easily target the below floor chicks. It’s a hot topic to discuss that whom all I aimed n how many success I found in that n so I don’t want to include in this…

Well at the end I wud jus like to say is I was born master in aiming stones but the surrounding society ruined me…:)

Five Point Nothing…!!!

Five Point Nothing…!!!

It was the early days of Engg we hardly new any counter game techniques to play with the subjects that were preached in colleges. It was then physics cycle for us in the first sem. We had real tough time in the beginning. As we were going out of focus in classes as coz of new pan of subjects in front of us and we being outsiders had some daily duties to be followed like introducing ourselves to the seniors at hostel after moving class. We hardly could focus anything hard on studies.

A week before it was announced that we will be facing internals of twenty five marks. But the syllabi was getting bulgier day by day. This created some sought of panic inside as the first internal for us doesn’t meant not less than as of writing a final exam. We were all new to this system of having eight subjects for six months. We were habituated to handle six subjects for twelve months. So eight subjects really meant some One Twenty percent more to us.

Last two days before the first internals…I found no difference in day n night. Made both the ends meet with a gap of three or four hours. Prepared as if I was leaving for a war unarmed. Two internals per day was no joke for me at least at that initial stage. I coped all possible questions n damn answers n some derivations which was sure to appear. I prayed my mighty GOD to give me the power to pen down the right things in exam.

At last that mighty hour came. Bell rang to start the exam. Q-papers prevailed every end of class room. I was in love with my Q-paper. Love at first site. As it had all those questions which I guessed. I grabbed my Answer book and started. Things went well for five marks. At last had I was to derive a equation for black body radiation or something. I donno my pen refused to move further. Mind got blocked as if m into all new incarnation n I don’t remember the past. And that too in a examination hall it was like your car gets strucked in a no man’s land and u have still hundreds of miles to reach the destination. No help knocked me in all possible three sixty degree. Sweat resisted to fit inside the body n started growing thicker on face. There was no Oasis for me until I got into end bell of the exam. I pathetically ended my first internals in on a mid desert.

Results were out in a week. And I knew I there was no much to cheer for me. But still collected the answer book. It was just all added FIVE for me. I tried for something more by checking with undoubted doubts in the answer book to get something more than five. But dint work. Class ended. And the famous song “Yaaro yaaro geechi hooda…” uttered in clear tone from inside. That night I honestly cald home n informed about the marks. But still they supported for improvement in next. But that guilt was eating me raw.

That day only I decided to change the study culture. I freaked out for movies. Threw the books onto the shelf and touched it only night before the internals. Watched as many as twenty three movies in theatres in first sem alone. Still managed to score twenty n twenty five in second n third internals. The average marks of best of two internal was calculated n twenty three was stamped at the finals. Whatever may be…but the figure FIVE POINT NOTHING for the first internals remained history in my records.