Ode to someone else's farewell part 2

To continue with the rest of the story,the show was to start from 5 Pm,after the seniors last exam,but before that our classes ended at around 3 PM,as we had to fix up the place for the show,while the others slogged around trying to get all the lighting and sound in place,most of the people like me , wasim etc stayed back in our cool air conditioned classroom trying to relax and enjoy the time.

Which meant that it was madness for the students in class,it started with this sudden urge to lift all the people,well at least the male population in our class,around 6-7 guys were all out hoisting people up for no reason at all,while in the adjacent room our seniors were celebrating their escape from the college,we were celebrating being alive and well. Catching hold of people ,assigning a limb to a member and lifting em up high was an easy task as most of the bongs here are like those children from the Unicef ad[no offence meant] but then we decided to do something no one dares do ever,lift the heaviest biggest guy in class,something like the Big Show he is,and 6 to 7 of us managed to do it,needless to say that guys reaction was "Why me? wait how??? no no i will fall,arrey arrey save me......"

Our only fear was not for the guys falling on their ass but the fact that we might damage our projector ,finally it was my turn,people picked me up and everything was going fine until a senior came into the room and shouted "BIRTHDAY BUMPS???? LEMME GO"

and wham wham wham,started kicking my ass and since i pissed a lot of people off a lot,no one even stopped him to let him know my birthday was at least another 10 days away,friends ,yeah good friends.

The clock struck 5 and we started moving downstairs to the place where we were to hold the show,and while the seniors were busy taking the seats we decided to have a good old photo op,taking crazy stances and all,like most kids do,while everyone was busy thinking about the seniors we were busy thinking about how stupid we could look on camera,easy for me always.

The show starts with the two hosts ,one with a crappy accent and the guy trying to act all cool and suave probably to get some maagis on his side,we had an introduction by our principal and then the madness began,while everyone wanted a marketing sir to say something,a proper freak like us,another group wanted another marketing sir to say something and started shouting his name out loud,"Aaaaa GGGGGGGGG AAAAAA GGGGGG",we got a whiff off this and started shouting even louder than the 2nd years,he did comply and said a few things which no one listened to.

The cultural events started and that was my queue along with my friends to go out because we knew the cultural events werent up to scratch , and spending time with me and my madness was much more fun than watching something on stage,while i am cracking jokes on Rahul,since he is in "laaaab" with the female host of the show,in fact every time she came on stage and started saying something or asking some question to the crowd we ended up shouting only one thing
"arrey RAAAAHHUUUULLLLL,Rahul is here!!!!"
all the time,every time she was on stage we screamed out Rahul's name,it became so bad that the guy walked out of the show and waited outside until we cooled it a bit.

When he did return they started giving out those lame awards that are given to the students like "Comedian of the college" which according to most people right now,i am a sure shot to win,including the teachers,"best couple" also is a probability for me to win and so on,so while female host shouts in her crummy accent
"why cant i hear some noise???"
i scream out "BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO SHORT"
silence and then people stare at me,but i dont care and i look the other way.
The next bit was something i can never forget and has damaged me right to my soul,my core is broken somehow,everyone probably has heard the Bryan Adams song "Summer of '69" which is a classic,this guy from our college who studies in another program thinks he is the greatest singer in the world and he gets a couple of guys to play along with him,while the guitarist is strumming up no one cane make out what the song is till the guy suddently starts blurting out in his crummy accent
"saamur of seeecksty naaaine"
most of us are left in awe as to how could he sing like this,and its not like he sings well also,its bad its fucking bad,plus he moves his feet like in inches,is stuck to the stage somehow and the only body part that does move is his pelvic like he is trying ti impregnate the entire crowd,but seeing what a lame dick he is probably his dick is also lame,well it cant be lamer than him.When the performance ended,no one clapped but rather there was stark silence as to how he could desecrate such a song without even a little bit of remorse.

Then there was the problem with dinner,the food was actually quite good,at least better than expected,but the main problem was that uninvited people were eating the dinner and as one girl told me "Is he from our college"
i replied "I dont know,who cares?"
She said,"Well you can go up to him and ask him if he is a senior or not"
i though "Yes and he will let me know,that he is not a senior and is here for free dinner",while we somehow dodged being the security during dinner,the main course was about to come.

Now most people in our college like this whole idea about a Dj playing music and people dancing their ass' off,i for one am not much of a proper dancer,my dancing skills are based on 2 moves,the pagla haath dance or the beedi dance aka the patang udana dance,so i was not expecting anyone to dance par se properly ,music starts lights on and then the real paglami starts.
While i am stuck to my two move arsenal,the most decent guy i have ever met in my life Prithwi,decides to dance and by dance i mean he would sell Mithun out of the park,Hrithik Roshan would have been left in awe and well any other dancer should just go hang themselves,the only person who actually could do what Prithwi did was the late great Michael Jackson,but lets not go there,Prithwi's movements and gestures mesmerized us all,almost every first year student stopped dancing and was gawking at the madness that is Prithwi,hell he wanted someone to accompany him in the moves,but none of us could even do 5% of what he was doing,thus totally destroying what even little image he had left.

While the night ended and seniors left the college for good,the one memory of Prithwi dancing his ass off shall never be forgotten
LOVE LIVE THE PRITHWI
LONG LIVE THE MITHUN

Ode to a someone else's farewell part 1

A sense of Deja vu is on the cards after reading the title, but i am not rehashing old blogs with new flavor and pizazz, this farewell was for our seniors in my college, GBS.

Now let me set the situation up, a few weeks back a group of students out of the 150 odd first year students were to meet the principal and a few other teachers,naturally my name was on the list and i thought ,bah another princi parent meeting is on the cards, but along with me were quite a few toppers from my section as well as other sections, so i knew something was up.
The principal came as well as a few teachers and they asked us if we knew why we were called here, we replied no .Then they said "You are all selected as members of the Students Council" apparently it was a hard decision to make as many students wanted to be a part but the teachers chose us,the lucky few as we are called,the biggest surprise everyone in class got was with my selection,as usual my life goes,so much potential but so little conversion,not that i care about all this.

So the first piece of business for us was to set up a farewell for the seniors,this was the first project of the NEW students council,and we were to set up the budget and the date of the farewell plus plan everything in the damn show within a week,including getting the collection[chanda/hafta] call it as you please.
Now credit is to be given where credit is due,this guy in my class,Naveen and Dinesh have a ton of experience in all these events and they set everything up perfectly,but we had proposed a budget of around 50000 Rs,which we all knew we would never get.

We decided that all of the 150 students should pay up around 300 bucks,again most students were reluctant to pay as we told the teachers in the council,then we all were given 10 students each to get the dough from,a lot of coaxing and threatening later most of the students from my class paid up,some didnt and we had no hesitation to complain about them,perfect,we got on every students' bad books even before i got a chance to abuse certain people's mom's,dad's and generations.That's my luck.
So after 3-4 days of mad collections and threatens we did get the money , we got roughly 35000 Rs, which was 10000 Rs more than we expected to get from the students.

Then comes the question as to who is to be the emcee of the show,since i have pretty good communication skills and acting skills , i was the frontrunner even before the so called auditions were to take place.Now you must understand i am not the kind of guy who wants to do things that i like ripping on,for example i don't want to be the emcee because i wont be able to enjoy the show,ie abuse the shit out of my friends and the emcee who is hosting the show,so while all the teachers expected me to be the emcee,i backed out,much to the disappointment of the communications ma'am,who again let me know a few days later, how much i let people down,the up side of all this,well i didnt get to be the emcee and one of the most hated students in the college became the emcee and it was she,who speaks in some freaky convulated mixed finnish,german,bulgarian,swedish accent.

The day comes for the show and as usual all the student members are to help in setting up the stage,which means i can bunk class and get attendance,however again a lot of people were there to help us out,in fact the people who werent part of the council were working their ass off to make it special for the seniors,while of course chutias like Raju would just walk about and act like they were doing something but he was like a lot of other students trying to act cool to impress the chicks,bloody maagas.

Streamers being lined up and me sticking the bits to people's backsides and all,snapping pictures and making a complete fool of everyone is just the way to set things up for the big show,of course my good pal wasim was with me,fooling around and a few other people were working hard,the one bit was our dear love couple of college Sohini and Mriganka[a freaking manc] who said they would prepare something for the seniors,half an hour goes by and then i decide to see what the hell they were doing,locating them was easy but after seeing what they did or didn't do i could guess what they did for half an hour,all the "did" was stick one and i repeat one freaking poster,what else they did before this,i guess we have some idea about.

This is a pretty long post,so i have to break it up,now i know the build up might not have been that great,but oh man,believe me the SHOW was freaking amazing,not because of the amazing quality of performances,but rather a performance,actually 2 performances i will never forget
1:A complete demolition and desecration of Bryan Adams,i will never look at the guy in the same way again
2:The Prithwi Dance,who said Prithwi cant dance saala

The Farewell

The day finally after 12 years of schooling [2 in bombay 8 in dubai and 6 in cal]...i was out of school for good....well until my results came out but i did pass so kiss my ass.....anyways the last day of school [unofficially] was the day before our ISC exams began........so all i thought was of havin fun and all....but some teachers came 2 ruin the party and started teachin.....damn em
me classmates tried their level best 2 persuade em 2 stop but they wouldnt listen so it was time or our weapons....the greatest of em was....ignorin the teachers completely.......but alas it didnt work and they went on teachin coz of a couple of assholes who sat right in front and would nod their heads for no reason....[partho..........ass]......then the last couple of periods started...and our giddiness came out all us class 12 A and B boys ran out and didnt care bout teachin
i remember one incident where some 12 A boys were catchin hold of any class 12 student and like 15-20 of em would pile on that one bloke.....and these guys were really nice though they would amke sure that nothin could harm or nothin could break........when they piled on me one of em asked for me glasses and watch......THEN THEY PILED ON ME................
some parents were like "eiiiiiiiii chele school e pore?.....eei chelera toh goonda lok"[cut me some slack me bengali aint great but u know what i mean]
the things didnt end there u know the normal rituals of rippin the shirt and writin stuff on the shirt went on also......
i went home with half of me shirt on me ,1/4th in me bag ....1/4th in someone else's hand...also the assholes ripped me vest ...i looked like a cheap student who didnt have cash 2 buy proper clothes and i had 2 walk like 1/2 a mile 2 get 2 my house...........damn

OFFICIAL EXIT
our official exit came on the 2nd last day of ISC thats the day of the 2nd language exams....[mamata di had kicked all the computer science students ass's coz of her bandh we got our tests postponed].......and we were like scolded from the morning be4 we went 2 the exam hall by teachers "DONT LEAVE THE HALL FAST...DONT DO NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
we were like fine fine we dont wanna go before we break some furniture and all......
even before our "last" exam togethere began....we were all ready for a riot....as soon as we got a glimspe of the invigilators we all started clappin like hell.....teachers came 2 calm us down .........scared ass's there........and when the exam got over .........then the real shitness started
WE WERE MADE 2 SIT IN OUR SEATS
NO MOVIN BOUT AND ALL..... ALTHOUGH I DID MOVE ABOUT...BUT WAS PUT IN ME PLACE........then they started handin us out some napkins....
all of us were like "hey cool at least our school did give us something ....the cheap bastar**".........then our oh so new princi came and gave us a borin half arsed speech...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
then came all the office staff and started servin us food packets......[ok that was nice though]....and finnaly the worst bit came our teacher personally gave us goin away cards......which were 4*4 cm cards on which was written
"No matter if u stand on cactus
AIM FOR THE STARS"
then came the best bit
while we were seated a peon came around and handed us some tissues
since we are assholes and rascals some of the guys started clapping and cheering
"aaeee at least school napkin diya......
yay....napkin de deeees hai....."
which was again met with another strict disciplinarian speech by the "new princi"...who was the old princi of the girls school.....oh yeah we did get a box o food....chinese that is.....so i cldnt complain.....fried rice and chikcen manchurian....of course the typical gujjus and veges complained.....they did get their boxes changed for a vege one.....but come on who likes vege food?

back to the speech which didnt make sense....and oh yeah the "personal" bit was that each card had out names written on it means that some ass teachers pet did that part.......heres lookin at u again partho.......who dont u just burn and rot in hell.......no hell is a good place 2 be actually rot in a place where there are no teachers ......oh yeah thats torture for u asshole