A weary time it was, classes and labs throughout the day. But we did manage time for ourselves in the evenings. Bengal gets its fair share of rains in the monsoons, the sky was largely overcast and poured down though not intermittently.
Tukai had brought with himself a dilapidated audio casette player, which might have sounded pleasant in the times of Marconi. Puneet, in a jiffy procured the latest audio tracks. They happened to be from Fida, the Shahid Kapoor, Fardeen Khan and Kareena Kapoor flick. The torture then started for me. It used to be those doleful songs daily and repetitions of those within a day. To make matters worse, Puneet would also contribute in chorus with the already honked out player. No wonder, my grades in the semester were screwed up :) It also led to Pandit dragging himself to Gol Bazaar and purchasing a Walkman, which in my view was to shield his ailing ears from the din. An attempt doomed to failure.
Meanwhile Babu was in his antics again. I remember that Sunday Evening just before the dinner was to begin. Daroo was casually wandering round the circular corridor trying to net some catch before the dinner. He found Babu. Now Babu had a queer habit of roaming around in a towel without undergarments. No matter of worry for him, but we were under an ever looming threat. Daroo started up the talk of seductive light romance. Soon he had an audience gathered up, names of B-Grade films started propping up. Amidst those names, one in particular held up Babu's attention. The name was 'Reshma ki Jawani'. Babu went hysterical on hearing this, He laughed as if he had been dosed with nitrous oxide. All of us were stumped, there was nothing so funny about this name.
Finally Babu calmed down, before we could ask him the reason for this laughter, he started on again. It later came out that Babu was utterly ignorant about the functioning of the reproductive system. According to Babu, reproduction was a very trivial thing, an simple issue of hugging tightly (The end product according to him resulted as the trigger of an automatic process). Daroo was never so happy and eagerly offered to educate Babu. We were never in doubt about Daroo's expertise on these issues but feared for the version which he used as a medium of education. For instance, he taught Babu to frequently use the word 'masturbate' while playing cricket. This, Daroo explained was a verb derived from the batting style of a Master batsman (Babu perhaps misconstrued the spelling). Babu never spared the opportunity to announce the word in his sentences (astonishing neighbouring wingmates) when he used to bat (which was hugely pathetic). The Guru Chella relationship was blooming between Daroo and Babu.
The other members of the wing were hugely quiet (or maybe uninterested). Hark, there was one member of our wing whom I missed in my previous posts. He was a coal black dog with a sheared over stump for a tail. He was probably half mad and frequently brawled at Pandit, including chasing him as he entered the wing. Pandit resorted to cheap and cruel revenge by pouring water on the unsuspecting dog as he passed by the floor below. The dog apparently was a distinguished guest of the MMST scholars on the floor below us. Hence Pandit understood his limitations soon and made peace with the dog. Which is to say that he tolerated the barking of the dog all the time.
Babu never disappointed with his ways, which diversified and multiplied. The only respite for him was Tukai to whom he kept conversing in Oriya and taking him into his confidence (If only he knew Tukai the Devil well).
Coming next ... ME - 3** - The Chess.
Tukai had brought with himself a dilapidated audio casette player, which might have sounded pleasant in the times of Marconi. Puneet, in a jiffy procured the latest audio tracks. They happened to be from Fida, the Shahid Kapoor, Fardeen Khan and Kareena Kapoor flick. The torture then started for me. It used to be those doleful songs daily and repetitions of those within a day. To make matters worse, Puneet would also contribute in chorus with the already honked out player. No wonder, my grades in the semester were screwed up :) It also led to Pandit dragging himself to Gol Bazaar and purchasing a Walkman, which in my view was to shield his ailing ears from the din. An attempt doomed to failure.
Meanwhile Babu was in his antics again. I remember that Sunday Evening just before the dinner was to begin. Daroo was casually wandering round the circular corridor trying to net some catch before the dinner. He found Babu. Now Babu had a queer habit of roaming around in a towel without undergarments. No matter of worry for him, but we were under an ever looming threat. Daroo started up the talk of seductive light romance. Soon he had an audience gathered up, names of B-Grade films started propping up. Amidst those names, one in particular held up Babu's attention. The name was 'Reshma ki Jawani'. Babu went hysterical on hearing this, He laughed as if he had been dosed with nitrous oxide. All of us were stumped, there was nothing so funny about this name.
Finally Babu calmed down, before we could ask him the reason for this laughter, he started on again. It later came out that Babu was utterly ignorant about the functioning of the reproductive system. According to Babu, reproduction was a very trivial thing, an simple issue of hugging tightly (The end product according to him resulted as the trigger of an automatic process). Daroo was never so happy and eagerly offered to educate Babu. We were never in doubt about Daroo's expertise on these issues but feared for the version which he used as a medium of education. For instance, he taught Babu to frequently use the word 'masturbate' while playing cricket. This, Daroo explained was a verb derived from the batting style of a Master batsman (Babu perhaps misconstrued the spelling). Babu never spared the opportunity to announce the word in his sentences (astonishing neighbouring wingmates) when he used to bat (which was hugely pathetic). The Guru Chella relationship was blooming between Daroo and Babu.
The other members of the wing were hugely quiet (or maybe uninterested). Hark, there was one member of our wing whom I missed in my previous posts. He was a coal black dog with a sheared over stump for a tail. He was probably half mad and frequently brawled at Pandit, including chasing him as he entered the wing. Pandit resorted to cheap and cruel revenge by pouring water on the unsuspecting dog as he passed by the floor below. The dog apparently was a distinguished guest of the MMST scholars on the floor below us. Hence Pandit understood his limitations soon and made peace with the dog. Which is to say that he tolerated the barking of the dog all the time.
Babu never disappointed with his ways, which diversified and multiplied. The only respite for him was Tukai to whom he kept conversing in Oriya and taking him into his confidence (If only he knew Tukai the Devil well).
Coming next ... ME - 3** - The Chess.
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