The night was looming hard on us. Stats was taking a toll on everyone including the professor. I personally felt that the professor was having a nightmare in making us understand the subject, than the other way around. The mid-sem on 19th August, 2011 seemed more of an acid test for her than it was for us. Wait for a second. Are we missing out something? Yeah, it was Gullu-ke-bachche ka birthday.
A dude from the city of Good-gaon with Beckham-spiky hairstyle and a Spanish beard, you have Vaibhav Gulati (The same guy who was pursued and persuaded by “gay” strangers in Kanjur Marg railway station). This son-of-a-g**n didn’t turn up for his birthday celebrations until 0100 hours. Waiting for him in Kartik Dua’s room, we thought we will give the Stats assignment a shot until Gullu returns from Bandra, where he was partying with another set of friends. We did give it a shot, solved Stats problems in quires of papers, until we ran out of pen refills and solution approaches. Every complex thing can be solved with an Excel sheet and still we need to use SAS. What the B!!!
Gullu came back to Kartik’s room and the first GPL (Ga**d Pe Laath) he received, shook the hell out of him. Part of the reason was that that his cellphone was dismantled with a thud on the ground and the other reason was sheer pain. The next plan was to go to Hostel-5 ice-cream parlour and have a bash. Just when you think that you can party hard, the rain Gods started to pee on us. Cancelled the plan, yet these Har*mkhors (Kartik, Kashyap, Rajat Sharma) didn’t allow me to go and sleep. They had me in their room till 0230 hours listening to South Indian songs and as usual bakar. And as expected, inorder to sleep, I bunked the next day’s classes.
18th August, 2011 at around 1300 hours the cake bashing began. With myself, Kartik, Kashyap, Dhruv, Suhail, Prashant Arora, Nikhil, Amit, Reshu, Raina, Debashree, Pinky and of course Gullu, the suffocating chocolate cake made its full presence on his face. Forgot to carry a knife along to cut the cake, we borrowed the knife from Blueberrys, (The coffee shop), Hostel-8. A sheepish smile from Raina to the counter-guy is all it took to get a knife without buying a thing from the shop as well as using their space. Junta had Stats to study and classes to attend, except for us. Not that we studied everything else, but, What the B, who cares. An idea stuck us - that we will pen down such rich experiences, so that when we read these, 10 years down the lane, we shall cherish the memory! Thus started the genesis of this blog!!!
