On The Eve of Mahashivratri
Mahashivratri 2002
We were in the first year of college, and the 2nd internal test was ascending. 4 days left to it, people were reading furiouslly, I was waitin for two more days to pass by to commence.
It was a holiday for us at college but people (thats Dhaval a.k.a Batti, Nishaant a.k.a. Tako, Jeetu a.k.a. Chintan, no its other way round, Chintan a.k.a. Jeetu, and Darshak a.k.a. man that is a bad word itself, no nicks needed) woke up early for readin. Morning tea for us is together, so they woke me up as well. I was killin time while the lunch was declared and we went to massi's (in Ahmedabad we go to aunties which charge peanuts for good homely food, Rekha massi's food was not homely though, but was the only option, yeah, she was very homely, callin everyone 'baka' all the time)
Now there was a Shiv temple nearby and I had bhang, I serioully wanted a hangover, but didnt get any coz it was just thandai. Day passed as others read and I bored myself with Radio Mirchi, 91.9 FM, its hot. We went for dinner and another round of bhang. I told bhaiyya to make a special one for me, he added more ingredients and money to the cost. That was third for the day.
I remained silent on the way home and as everybody was takin a break from readin, sittin together, I sat along, silent. But a small spark and I smiled, smile turned into a guffaw and I started. All departed for studies and I to my bed, still laughing. I laughed and laughed and laughed and thats when Darshak called everyone to look at whats happenin to me. I couldn't help my laughing and neither stop it, couldn't utter a single word. Darshak said I was just acting to which Batti replied " ******, nobody can laugh for contionuous 1 and a half hour, he's had it, lets start kicking the ******, that should calm him down"
And they all started hitting me, fists and kicks, I couldnt utter a single word but started crying, that was round two, they stopped hitting me and I stopped crying, round three - laughing. They got the toy to play with after whole day of boresome reading.
I was panting now because of continous laughing, but couldn't stop it, jaws were paining bad, I went for water and spilled it. Batti told me to mop it, I said no but he made me do it. I directed myself towards the loo. And Jeetu came in between. Said if I took a plunge in the potty, that was ok for me, but they will have to pull me out and soil their hands so better not let me go. I started crying again and Batti accompained me to the Loo (That was not the first time, between five we had only one loo). Bugged Taka a lot coz he was serious reading and we didnt want him to. I slept, laughing, I dunno when.
In the morning, we were together again for tea and Darshak said I was acting the previous night, Batti replied "**** ****, **** ****".
Mahashivratri 2003
World Cup, India V/S Pakistan, we were already into super sixes, even if we had lost that one, it would have changed nothing. But it was Pakistan afterall, and 4 years people had waited for this match.
We were a mob at Abhishek's place, all together, to watch the spectacular fight. Pakistan hit 281 in fifty overs and it was India's turn. Sachin hit the best shot of the World Cup 2003 against Rawalpindi express (Now I dunno the positions in cricket, or else I would have described well, but it was a six, just an edge, full use of the pace, 30 degrees to the left of wicket keeper from bowlers end). He got out for 98 due to me goin loo (No body had even moved since the match started, I couldn't resist to use bathroom anymore so had to go, and when I came back the x master blaster had retired from ground and they all blamed me for it, thats my loo power)
During the innings break, me and New10 and Anjali went to fetch bhaang, from the 2002 vendor (I am a very loyal customer). Aunty strained it thrice and gave it to us (All froth and no beer). We had it, watched the match, Ahmedabad crowd was on road when we went for dinner, singing and dancing, we had won the match.
Mahashivratri 2004
Me and lucky to me female friend of mine (refer to the previous postings for who is the lucky to me friend) went to get some bhaang (Business to the same vendor for the third time). I didn't have it. All had it at the girls hostel (At my expenses). I got a call in the evening that Jinas has got it. Nothing we can do about it, told them to handle her and enjoy while they are at it.
Mahashivratri 2005
I believe they skipped it from that calender year, I dun remember anything......
Mahashivratri 2006
At Chennai, got up late, made pohas at home for break fast which tasted like raw flour, we had it though with bikaneri sev, to kill the flour taste. Slept again in the noon. For the first time somebody called up from US. Those Gods-Gift-to-Mankind people think that only we are supposed to call 'em up. But it was nice talkin after almost 7 months. Ended up the day with fighting with a good female friend and with the same feeling of nothingness. Job for the next day (I am treated over there as Ganguly, spare, relaiable and accountable, but nobody knows what to do with him and a new debacle every other day). And bhaang, what is that?
We were in the first year of college, and the 2nd internal test was ascending. 4 days left to it, people were reading furiouslly, I was waitin for two more days to pass by to commence.
It was a holiday for us at college but people (thats Dhaval a.k.a Batti, Nishaant a.k.a. Tako, Jeetu a.k.a. Chintan, no its other way round, Chintan a.k.a. Jeetu, and Darshak a.k.a. man that is a bad word itself, no nicks needed) woke up early for readin. Morning tea for us is together, so they woke me up as well. I was killin time while the lunch was declared and we went to massi's (in Ahmedabad we go to aunties which charge peanuts for good homely food, Rekha massi's food was not homely though, but was the only option, yeah, she was very homely, callin everyone 'baka' all the time)
Now there was a Shiv temple nearby and I had bhang, I serioully wanted a hangover, but didnt get any coz it was just thandai. Day passed as others read and I bored myself with Radio Mirchi, 91.9 FM, its hot. We went for dinner and another round of bhang. I told bhaiyya to make a special one for me, he added more ingredients and money to the cost. That was third for the day.
I remained silent on the way home and as everybody was takin a break from readin, sittin together, I sat along, silent. But a small spark and I smiled, smile turned into a guffaw and I started. All departed for studies and I to my bed, still laughing. I laughed and laughed and laughed and thats when Darshak called everyone to look at whats happenin to me. I couldn't help my laughing and neither stop it, couldn't utter a single word. Darshak said I was just acting to which Batti replied " ******, nobody can laugh for contionuous 1 and a half hour, he's had it, lets start kicking the ******, that should calm him down"
And they all started hitting me, fists and kicks, I couldnt utter a single word but started crying, that was round two, they stopped hitting me and I stopped crying, round three - laughing. They got the toy to play with after whole day of boresome reading.
I was panting now because of continous laughing, but couldn't stop it, jaws were paining bad, I went for water and spilled it. Batti told me to mop it, I said no but he made me do it. I directed myself towards the loo. And Jeetu came in between. Said if I took a plunge in the potty, that was ok for me, but they will have to pull me out and soil their hands so better not let me go. I started crying again and Batti accompained me to the Loo (That was not the first time, between five we had only one loo). Bugged Taka a lot coz he was serious reading and we didnt want him to. I slept, laughing, I dunno when.
In the morning, we were together again for tea and Darshak said I was acting the previous night, Batti replied "**** ****, **** ****".
Mahashivratri 2003
World Cup, India V/S Pakistan, we were already into super sixes, even if we had lost that one, it would have changed nothing. But it was Pakistan afterall, and 4 years people had waited for this match.
We were a mob at Abhishek's place, all together, to watch the spectacular fight. Pakistan hit 281 in fifty overs and it was India's turn. Sachin hit the best shot of the World Cup 2003 against Rawalpindi express (Now I dunno the positions in cricket, or else I would have described well, but it was a six, just an edge, full use of the pace, 30 degrees to the left of wicket keeper from bowlers end). He got out for 98 due to me goin loo (No body had even moved since the match started, I couldn't resist to use bathroom anymore so had to go, and when I came back the x master blaster had retired from ground and they all blamed me for it, thats my loo power)
During the innings break, me and New10 and Anjali went to fetch bhaang, from the 2002 vendor (I am a very loyal customer). Aunty strained it thrice and gave it to us (All froth and no beer). We had it, watched the match, Ahmedabad crowd was on road when we went for dinner, singing and dancing, we had won the match.
Mahashivratri 2004
Me and lucky to me female friend of mine (refer to the previous postings for who is the lucky to me friend) went to get some bhaang (Business to the same vendor for the third time). I didn't have it. All had it at the girls hostel (At my expenses). I got a call in the evening that Jinas has got it. Nothing we can do about it, told them to handle her and enjoy while they are at it.
Mahashivratri 2005
I believe they skipped it from that calender year, I dun remember anything......
Mahashivratri 2006
At Chennai, got up late, made pohas at home for break fast which tasted like raw flour, we had it though with bikaneri sev, to kill the flour taste. Slept again in the noon. For the first time somebody called up from US. Those Gods-Gift-to-Mankind people think that only we are supposed to call 'em up. But it was nice talkin after almost 7 months. Ended up the day with fighting with a good female friend and with the same feeling of nothingness. Job for the next day (I am treated over there as Ganguly, spare, relaiable and accountable, but nobody knows what to do with him and a new debacle every other day). And bhaang, what is that?
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