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Our dabbawala took leave for a month. So, he surprised us by idlis embedded with fried potatoes!!

This reminded me the nocturnal 'night-canteen' of boys’ hostel which stays open throughout the night and servers some of the weirdest foods on the planet!

Here's a list of some of them:

-> Poach Poha (My favorite; Poha is a staple food of Maharastra. So, this cuisine served with a Poached egg on it!)

-> Hybrid Poha (Poha spiced with eggs and a poached egg on it)

-> Anda Poha(Poha with eggs)

-> Tushar Pao (a super senior named Tushar, once suggested the canteenwala to use malaai and potatoes with bun; the canteenwala named it Tushar pao!)

-> Anda Dhosa (dhosa served with an omelet on it!)

-> Anda Parantha (a cousin of egg roll)

->Anda Uttapam (similar to Anda Parantha)

Some of the above mentioned cuisines are also available at the Tapirs (jhopri motels!) outside the campus premises. They are the favourite haunts of hostelers for smoking and eyeing girls heading towards college. Babla, Anil bhav and Santosh are the famous ones. They are so popular that their fans have created communities at Orkut


These weird foods are the products of hungry and crazy hostelers, who, out of their monotonousness gave birth to such aptitudes.


During the papers we often used to visit the night canteen. It is said that engineering students study only before examination. It's like "dine ghum ratay jaga.. kukurrer moton owostha". This means sleeping during the day and staying awake during the night. .. personifying a dog!

In the absence of dabbawala we crowned ourselves as cooks! [Here, 'we' portends me and Dharma. Arnab's outta station and the jumping-ass Srikant rarely gets home.] Our gas cylinder has gone empty and so we are using a electric heater abandoned by a senior. On the first day Dharma made ‘Chicken Masala’. The other day he decided to prepare Kichari. The heater was old and so its coil broke again and again due to over heating. However, Dharma lost no hope. He kept on fastening it, every time it broke. Maybe a 20 times! Hats off to his patience and to his 'Birbal ka khichari'.

For the next few days we ordered food from a nearby restaurant but cleaved to soups and noodles which are less cumbersome to prepare. When the heater showed no signs of life, we boiled Top Raman using immersion heater!

Dharma is a master cook. So, i kept myself away from the stove. I did the other works like cutting the vegetables and washing the dishes. Last winter we purchased a pack of three cheap dish-washing bars which are exasperatingly wear proof! A single bar witnessed a whole year! I love effacing its existence. In the course of its usage, a hole has developed into it. This is how the abraded soap looks like!

Our new dabbawala is a lively guy. He says, "Bhaiya aaj kheer aur pulao laya hoon. Garam-garam hai, kha lijiyega. Maza aajayega!"

the womEn i love..

Here, I came up with two of the most significant physiognomies of a woman. I have not included the others for reasons indefinable. No comments please!

It is said that to love someone one need not necessary have reasons.

..in love with Jenee

The ass which keeps the world jiggling..

My hips don't lie!!

Cellphone or Bombshell ?!!

There's a big hullabaloo all over about the Nokia-branded BL-5C batteries. My phone is also powered with the same battery model. It is now figured out that there are about 300 million BL-5C batteries in use. Out of which, about 46 million batteries manufactured by Matsushita Battery Industrial Co. Ltd. of Japan between December 2005 and November 2006 are alleged as defective.

I checked out mine with the Nokia website by entering the 26-character identification number from the back of the battery. It got like scrutinizing university/board results. My heart pumped faster as the page went on loading. At last the page opened and the message "Your battery may be replaced" was displayed. I was disappointed a bit. However, the thought of being a part of the 46 million, allured me. The use of 'may' raises thousand questions. Maybe 'may' is used to show that the battery which comes out at a price of about 750 bucks is an ex gratia from Nokia!

Anyway, after verifying mine, I checked out my friends'; a dozen more. None of them were defective. Unlike me, they were unlucky. Or perhaps Nokia is pleased with me. After all I’m a big fan of its products. I'm the lucky charm!

Nokia is the largest manufacture of cell phones in the world with a wide range of models. Credulous people are flooding Nokia service and sale centers with different queries. People are apprising that it's like carrying a pinned out hand grenade in ones pocket! Even the media is exaggerating this issue. However, the company isn't using words like explode, blast or the like. "Dislodge" is the word they are comfortable with!

Though, only 100 incidents approximately have occurred, that too only while charging the phone, it's always wise to take precautions. I used to keep my phone in the left front pocket of my trouser. Now, i started to keep it in the back pocket! After all I don't wanna loose my procreativeness. Ma ham would definitely endure such exertions.

My family members asked me to purchase a new battery or else to keep the phone switched off all the time! Whereas my friends suggested me to keep it in the kitchen or toilet while charging! They scream on me, "stay away you unpredictable chancy bomb"!

These days I’m charging the phone only during the night. Nowadays it's missing out on the warmth of my pillow. I keep it in a corner of the room!

The company wants its lucrative genius back. The website carried this message: "To ensure proper disposal, all recipients of a replacement battery hereby agree to return the old battery in the envelope provided".

Surely boss. Who would like to ramble with a erratic 'bomblet' in their pockets!

I can't stay away from my phone. It's a part of my life. It's a amalgam of essential elements. Things ranging from photography to music, and games to internet; it has everything. I've about 90 softwares installed in it! Even this blog's also written using the same phone. I named it Doppelganger; and the memory card as "Mnemosyne", the Greek goddess of memory. No, i haven't named the battery yet! Hmmm.. how's Bombshell?!

Independence Day

India is celebrating its 60th independence day today. When I was in school it was compulsory for every student to attend the parade.

But here at college I have attained the flag hosting ceremony for the first time in my college life. On the previous day I laughed on hearing about it. The first question on ma mind was that if there would be any such celebrations.. because I never heard of it!

All the lecturers, professor, lab assistants and the administrative staff were present. Students? Ah, a handful! That too only the members of NSS (National Service Scheme). They were present only to grab the one percentage marks, the university is gonna award for all such activities. I'm also a member of NSS but I am not concerned about the marks. I went to see what actually happens at the collage on this day.

Happy Friendship Day!!

10 past 12 midnight. 05/08/2007. Parita calls up to wish friendship day. I told her that i haven't even wished my roommates!

Just before the call, our ninnies at the girls-hostel were celebrating the eve by cutting cakes and tying friendship bands. Around the same time about 200 meters away three young men were having port wine and cashew nuts! That's how men celebrate..

What's goin on?

Note: This is a cc of a scrap I wrote to a friend when she asked me of the latest happenings.




"What's happening?" That's an eerie question! These days everything seems to be happening
to me
for me
and because of me!

Here's the list..


One

I have told you about the marriage ceremony, right? My friend's brother's at Bangalore? What happened is; till that incident, we, all our group members, were good guys: decorous kids. Then it so happened thaaat, this guy's family members and all the baraaties figured out of our evil activities: smoking, boozing and the like. Though, some of our group members don't smoke and drink, still it matters a lot.

The funny thing is that my friend's father arranged for the drinks at the Secandrabad station. Boozing in the train?! Yes, we were tippling in the train!

Later, at the reception, back home, the groom ordered half a bar of drinks as a votive offering! We were pleased. Some of us toped and spoiled the party ambiance!


Two

My friends, the bride and the groom asked me to throw a party. Why? "Yaar, you have become AC". What is AC? AC bole toh ‘all clear’. I have cleared all my papers. Sounds funny nah? Party; not for distinction, not even for scoring good percentage.. only for clearing all the subjects! "Of course! There should to be a festivity. After all I have cleared all my papers at one go! I did so for the first time after entering into engineering!



Three

Last week while traveling back from Balaghat by train I made eyes at a girl. It was like love at first sight. She saw me and I saw her. In fact the word saw doesn't fit here. We 'noticed' each other. The game began.

Our eyes met. And the circuit was just completed. Now their sole purpose was to see one another. Oh my God! They had the depths of the cosmos. They were the oceans where my beautiful mind roved like an incessant ship. Geniuses say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However her beauty was in her own eyes. They were the windows to her eternal beauty.

It was not a dream, but factual. Our train arrived to its last stoppage which is also the place where I was to get down. Incidentally, she was also to get down at the same place, which of course I knew, as she didn't get down even at second last station. This bestowed me with an opportune moment. When the train stopped, all the travelers started to get off. I was sitting confused, thinking of my next move. Still i was not sure, what's on her mind. I looked one more time. Our eyes met again. This time giving a message. I decided to look forward. I took my pen out and wrote my mobile number on a piece of paper.

I was the last passenger to get down from the coach, she being the second last. It was evening and everybody on the platform was moving toward the exit. I was looking for the right moment; the correct instance when I would give her my number. In the next moment I found myself following her. Girls do have sixth sense. They can figure out who's glancing at them and who's keeping an eye. She moved onto the foot-over bridge. After making it to the middle of the stairway, she turned to see if I was still following her. I was unable to read her expressions; whether she thought me a enthusiast or a tapori. I followed her to the length of the bridge. My heart was pounding. I strode to her side. She looked toward me. I asked her if she can give me 2 minutes. I was reading her expressions. She gave a dreaded look strained with trepidation and said "na baba!”

I heard about a similar incident where the girl gives the boy a mirror before making her way out. Hope it wasn't the case here. Outlandishness and apprehensiveness may be the reason. Whatever it may be, this is only a part of the story.

Let me tell you the aftermath of this event. Event? No, catastrophe! Anyway, her eyes were so effulgent that they dazzled me. They must have radiated rays of free electrons, over charging me.. 'cuz that whole day i was groping with a glowing bulb in each eye!



Four

On 25th we were celebrating my roommate cum friend's b'day.. and I bore the brunt of his birthday bumps! They drubbed the hell out of my ass!


Five

Day before yesterday our college took us on a small tour.

I always consider girls as ninnies. Most of them at least. They are only and only good at caring, organizing, minding and managing, where men fail. Men and women are complements to each other. Nature made them that way. Even if I deem that 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus', there should be always a limit to their bird-brained innovative innocence.



At the lake we were skipping stones and one of my friends, a gal, asked me "Where have you learned this from.” God! If I had a gun! Shoot her? No, I would have shot myself!

Later, those rascals made me carry the cooking utensils; and while on the last leg of our trip, our bus was restrained by a group of paramilitary personnel. They averted our further journey, fearing naxalites' coercions. Bus aur kya, aadha raasta se he waapas aana pada.

Six

This is a movie week. College ain’t happening. Movies replaced college. I saw Partner, Traffic signal, Pirates Of The Caribbean 3, American Pie 1, 2 & 3, Déjà Vu. We (bole toh me and my roommates) also saw Telugu movies named Aarya, Boys and Pokiri.


Seven

Last night our dabbawala didn't come. We went out for dinner. At the restaurant my friend amused me, and I laughed. He asked me to give him a five. My right hand was busy shoving butter roties. I forwarded my left hand. He said "I asked you for a five, not for a six".

This isn't funny? Ah! That wasn't a joke either!

A little later a man with his beautiful wife and two cute kids got in. My friend hissed that, once this man, in a drunken state, told him that he often visit brothels. As soon as I heard this I found him phlegmatic. That's really a hideous work! At least he should show little decency by not announcing it all over. Such guys deserve to be striped naked in the public!



Eight

Our university results are out this morning. I'm glad to hear that my roll number is there in the morning news paper.

I finished my Poha and 'am now scraping you.

Even this wasn't interesting? Eh?

Still there are loads of other things to tell you. Like.. Oof!! Meri kamarr!!