Most of us remember getting bit by the "LOST" bug, yeah that oh so awesome ABC show about this plane crashing on some freaky island which had a smoke monster, time travel, a golden cave, dead people coming alive and a lot of other confusing issues but around 2 seasons into LOST , apart from the protagonists came a new set of people who although were not part of the original cast and whose stories were not highlighted as much, they did have a huge part to play in the entire series, THE OTHERS.
While school was filled with random madness by people in my group or something happened to em which was bloggable , there were a lot of other people blog worthy , who were on the periphery of our small circle of friends. STB was filled with roughly 300 freaks worth blogging about, I will try to keep it as minimal as possible.
The Ganguly.
Yes, that is a very common surname for a bengali but I am not talking about every bengali whose name is Ganguly but about a really special lad from my school. Abhishek Ganguly, most of my classmates will remember him quite well, tall, lanky fellow, who seemed to have a speech impairment only because his mouth was full of gutka or pan masala.
The guy slept through most classes ,teachers were of the belief that he was taking drugs and hence could not concentrate in class, they guy was a little off for sure, always picking on the people who no one cared about, this new kid had come in class 11 and Ganguly always picked on him but he was about to be put into place.
Math class was never fun, with a south indian mallu teacher who was super strict and was always solving sums in his mind and making freaky math gestures with his fingers ala beautiful mind I think, not sure, still Ganguly was sitting behind Guha [rest in peace] and while class was going on and everyone was busy doing sums, we hear this massive bang coming from the other side of the class.
We all turn to face that side and see the macho man Ganguly holding his face , Guha is freaking enraged, while our mallu math sir tries to understand what has happened he decides to try and rebuke Guha because he was the slapper and Ganguly was the slappie .
"Wat Hhappened Bhoys? Gu..Gu..Guha , wat did yu du men?"
While most of us would have apologized to a teacher and moved on , he says
"Sir Abhishek was kicking me from behind and that's why I slapped him"
Guha, was this huge fellow, always body building and was nearly 6 feet 5 inches, passed away in somewhat suspicious circumstances.
Ganguly not to be outdone retorts back
"Saar, aanui jaauu, hei , saaar, mumble jumble and all"
Sir has no idea of what to do and ends up having a discussion with the two guys after class. Ganguly for all his machoness was the opposite actually, I know I am a proper mother's boy but this guy would take the cake, even though we were in class 12 his mother would follow him around to all his tutions , no matter how far they were or how many he had in a day his mom was everywhere with him, almost every teacher complained about him dozing off or him taking some drugs or something but nothing fazed him or his mother.
As Ganguly projected himself to be a bully he tried hanging around with a few of em and everyone knows there is the one person who gets picked on always in a group and in the group of bullies it was Ganguly, while he was busy threatening the one person who would say he is an "East Bengal" supporter in our class, as soon as Ganguly would shout something in his un-understandable tone the bloke reverted to
"arrey bhai, Arsenal, Arsenal".
I saw a proper glimpse of how much he was accepted into the bully community, while we were coming back from a tution where his mother was not there with him. We were driving through an alley in my car, while Ganguly was chewing something at the back "relaxing" himself from a hard days tution, he suddenly pops up saying
"Oi, Aadeem[bengali like] ota Laal"
Sandeep Lal, one of the toughest s.o.b's ever to pass out from school, Ganguly seemed so excited seeing him, he popped his head out while we were reaching Laal and starting calling his name out in his weird accent.
I didn't want to get involved in all this so I did not look at their bonding of sorts, then I hear a thud, I look around and see Laal is laughing his ass off while Ganguly is holding his eye , the car is moving all the time, Ganguly got hit again by another person this time and while Ganguly pops his head out shouting expletives to Lal, even my driver for once could not resist a chuckle and spent the rest of the time trying to hide his massive grin everytime Ganguly tried to strike up a conversation.
This just shows that Ganguly was not the mean bully everyone thought he was, quite inconsiderate as well, we had a computer sir who was specially abled, that is the correct term to be used now, so while we were talking about what to expect during the exams and when Sir was about to come to class, Ganguly pops up saying
"Dhoot baara , he will take time to come, saala Lengra"
We, well Chintoo and a few others found it a little offensive to Sir, Ganguly's reasoning
"Langra ko langra nahin bolega toh kya bolega"
Yes, true that, The Aura of the bully went kaput by the end of the ISC year , the one person who he targeted for 2 years also opened a community [ like in orkut] just for abusing Ganguly and the likes, so much for the Bully staying the bully, he actually got owned by the guy who was targeted by every student in our class calling him
"Tumhara baap tujhe saree pehnakar kya karta hai"
every day he was asked that and his only response ever was
"wohi jo tumhara baap karta hai"
This went on everyday for 2 years, credit went to Adil for continuing it, the good old days.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
The Conspiracy
I have always loved those conspiracy theories, the one about 9/11, Saddam etc etc etc, I know more than half of them are as real as the love a person has for their spouse of 50 years when they see a hot new play thing wanting to tag along with em but they always portrayed a completely different yet believable aspect of any real life incident.
Coming back, our major classes began this week with the brothers being separated, Wasim took finance as his major while I took marketing. Wasn't really a hard choice, I like adverts and all and I suck at anything related to mathematics, plus I suck at computer knowledge as well so IS was not my option either.
While our classes are not always from 10- 5 as it were in the first year, we do have a long distance to travel and often have to leave around noon to reach college by 1:30, on one such day our class was in the second half of the day. We meet at around 12:40 and are on the look out for a car pool to take us to college but we find a bus, as we are the "golden children" of our college or at least because Wasim is the college topper we jump on and sit.
During an amazing , warm, sweat filled journey Wasim has this moment of epiphany while looking at this huge garbage pile near Science City
Wasim: "Adeem, tera chance hai"
Me:"WTF are you talking about?"
Bear in mind, on a normal day Wasim would have retorted back with an abuse but since he was fasting during the month of Ramadan and I was not, cos of "issues" he decided to do the calm thing.
Wasim :"Arrey , you are in Marketing stream, most of the toppers are in Finance so you could do well and come in the top 10 of the marketing stream"
Me:"hahahahahahahahahah, chutia saala mera kaam nahin hai, sapna dekh"
Little did I know, this could have been my last conversation with one of my "best friends".
The bus ride ends and in between I have racked up more sins than a whore by abusing the shit out of a person fasting during the month of Ramadan while I am not even close to fasting myself, not only that, I make sure some crappy thought comes to his head but to protect himself from this vile creature he has learned one massive thing from me
"Your intentions [neeyat] must always be clean", I live by that rule and now so does he.
As we are getting off the bus I am supposed to follow the bugger across the road all because I decide to follow the correct manner to cross a street.
Look left, then right, then left and then cross the street, this has made me the joke of my class in college, which I don't mind one bit, crossing a street near my college is not easy though, cars, buses, autos, cycle rickshaws, tempos etc etc etc all can and will run over you.
So my friend tells me, as soon as I see him cross the street I should follow him, well this day I decide to do the same, while a state bus is like 30 meters away from us , a red santro is right next to the said bus, we have enough time to cross the road, since this is Calcutta , nothing is so easy and all off a sudden the bus decides to race the Santro, which would NOT BE PICKING UP ANY passengers , the Santro also wont back down and starts racing against the bus, Wasim somehow manages to slip in between the bus and the car with his bag barely scrapping through the gap.
Now its time for the fat one, I decide to jump back and let the things pass, but right behind me is this huge concrete divider , am stuck, am freaked out and am nervous like hell, the bus driver isn't trying to slow down as well, with a bit of luck I manage to use my left had to push myself and jump away from the bus which does stop a second later.
While the bus driver , Wasim and I spent 5 minutes rebuking each other and while I lay the blame completely on him, he just smoothly walks past saying "Its the bus driver's fault".
Then it hits me, when I was studying in Dubai, I was a straight A student in all subjects barring Hindi, hell I was a elocution champion for years at a stretch however as soon as I came back to Calcutta I started sucking at studies and well porn did corrupt me but so did football, this could have been the time [marketing 2nd year major] where I could have done something big and topped or something and just when Wasim blurts out what could happen, ie me doing well in the exams for once, I am almost killed by the same "friend" who said I can't cross a street by making me cross a street, woh dubla bach gaya, and I almost got ran over.
Two things come out from this
1:Wasim is a frenemy
2:The world does revolve around me.
Coming back, our major classes began this week with the brothers being separated, Wasim took finance as his major while I took marketing. Wasn't really a hard choice, I like adverts and all and I suck at anything related to mathematics, plus I suck at computer knowledge as well so IS was not my option either.
While our classes are not always from 10- 5 as it were in the first year, we do have a long distance to travel and often have to leave around noon to reach college by 1:30, on one such day our class was in the second half of the day. We meet at around 12:40 and are on the look out for a car pool to take us to college but we find a bus, as we are the "golden children" of our college or at least because Wasim is the college topper we jump on and sit.
During an amazing , warm, sweat filled journey Wasim has this moment of epiphany while looking at this huge garbage pile near Science City
Wasim: "Adeem, tera chance hai"
Me:"WTF are you talking about?"
Bear in mind, on a normal day Wasim would have retorted back with an abuse but since he was fasting during the month of Ramadan and I was not, cos of "issues" he decided to do the calm thing.
Wasim :"Arrey , you are in Marketing stream, most of the toppers are in Finance so you could do well and come in the top 10 of the marketing stream"
Me:"hahahahahahahahahah, chutia saala mera kaam nahin hai, sapna dekh"
Little did I know, this could have been my last conversation with one of my "best friends".
The bus ride ends and in between I have racked up more sins than a whore by abusing the shit out of a person fasting during the month of Ramadan while I am not even close to fasting myself, not only that, I make sure some crappy thought comes to his head but to protect himself from this vile creature he has learned one massive thing from me
"Your intentions [neeyat] must always be clean", I live by that rule and now so does he.
As we are getting off the bus I am supposed to follow the bugger across the road all because I decide to follow the correct manner to cross a street.
Look left, then right, then left and then cross the street, this has made me the joke of my class in college, which I don't mind one bit, crossing a street near my college is not easy though, cars, buses, autos, cycle rickshaws, tempos etc etc etc all can and will run over you.
So my friend tells me, as soon as I see him cross the street I should follow him, well this day I decide to do the same, while a state bus is like 30 meters away from us , a red santro is right next to the said bus, we have enough time to cross the road, since this is Calcutta , nothing is so easy and all off a sudden the bus decides to race the Santro, which would NOT BE PICKING UP ANY passengers , the Santro also wont back down and starts racing against the bus, Wasim somehow manages to slip in between the bus and the car with his bag barely scrapping through the gap.
Now its time for the fat one, I decide to jump back and let the things pass, but right behind me is this huge concrete divider , am stuck, am freaked out and am nervous like hell, the bus driver isn't trying to slow down as well, with a bit of luck I manage to use my left had to push myself and jump away from the bus which does stop a second later.
While the bus driver , Wasim and I spent 5 minutes rebuking each other and while I lay the blame completely on him, he just smoothly walks past saying "Its the bus driver's fault".
Then it hits me, when I was studying in Dubai, I was a straight A student in all subjects barring Hindi, hell I was a elocution champion for years at a stretch however as soon as I came back to Calcutta I started sucking at studies and well porn did corrupt me but so did football, this could have been the time [marketing 2nd year major] where I could have done something big and topped or something and just when Wasim blurts out what could happen, ie me doing well in the exams for once, I am almost killed by the same "friend" who said I can't cross a street by making me cross a street, woh dubla bach gaya, and I almost got ran over.
Two things come out from this
1:Wasim is a frenemy
2:The world does revolve around me.
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