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The Golgappa Competition

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3 days back (in the hostel)

Cena (Abhinav) : Everyday when I am done with the coaching , I make my way to the Chaat Corner in the market and help myself with a plate of Golgappa .
Me : I just love Golgappas . I can eat as many as you bring in front of me .
Cena : Whatever amount it may be , you won’t be able to overtake me .
Me : Are you sure ?
Cena : Of course .
Me : Then why don’t we see it for ourself . Lets have a Golgappa Competition . Eat as many as you can . Losers to pay .
Cena : Done .

2 days back (on the way to gym)

Cena : By the way . Have you ever entered into such a competition earlier ?
Me : Yeah I have .
Cena : So ?
Me : So what ? I won . Isn’t that obvious ?
Cena : What was the number ?
Me : It took me 57 to win .
Cena (with a shocking look ) : I back off .
( I smiled . I knew he was an easy opponent )

A little later that day (in hostel)

Ashu : Harry . Why do you make so many cock and bull stories ?
Me : Which story ?
Ashu : You said you went upto 57 . That’s a white lie . When will you give up your habit of crafting stories ?
Me : If you don’t believe me , you can see it for yourself .
Ashu : Cena , don’t believe him . He is lying . You can easily defeat him . Go for it . If you lose , I will be your one-third financer .
Cena : Lets go for it then .
(At this point , I thanked Ashu for convincing Cena back to the competition)

Yesterday (in Sector 10 … our Kurukshetra)

Me : All set for competition ?
Cena : Absolutely .

Suddenly phone rang .
Abhi : Don’t start it . We are on our way . You have got an audience .

So the stage was set . Plates ready . Chaatwaala ready to fire Golgappas into our plates .
The count started . Comments and words of encouragements were coming out rapidly from the spectators ( Abhishek , Vivek , Raghav , Vibhuti , Ashu and Faraz) . The soldiers were standing steadily in the battlefield .

1…5….10….20…30….

No signs of giving up yet .  Audience was split into two corners , encouraging the contestants to live up to the situation . Counting was not to be stopped .

31…35…40….50….

Half Century . Excellent . Everyone thought that we will hit a century . But at this time , I started losing it . I knew its not long until I vomit it out .

51…55….56….57…..

I was a goner by this time . The magic number 57 strikes . I knew I won’t be able to hold it any further .

Vivek : Harry . Do you give up ?

I nodded . And the nod was followed by the vomiting . My stomach was unable to endure it . I lost the battle . Cena was celebrating . We shook hands and like a lost warrior , I made my way to the stairs of the nearest shop and helplessly , I kept looking at my friends having their own share of Golgappas . ( Hoping that atleast they would eat like Homo Sapiens . Afterall , it was loser to pay )

Cena : I never thought I could eat so much . No matter . Well tried .
Me : Yeah Yeah . Well tried indeed . Now give me the bill . (making my way to my wallet , pondering over the bill)

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Boyz Night Out

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Our college’s annual inter-college technical fest Jagriti ended yesterday . The three days of Jagriti were really awesome and we enjoyed it to the brim ( Afterall a break from studies is always welcomed by us ) . Now what ? Back to studies ? Obviously , semesters are approaching . But before going back to the same old routine , we decided to celebrate the last study-free days in our own way . Someone coined an idea of invading the roads of Delhi right through the night , until Sun appears to end the party . Everyone agreed and slowly but surely , after a few arrangements , we had nine bikes and twenty engineers ready to take off .

Warden allowed us to leave the campus on the condition that we won’t return until the broad daylight . We were not in much of a hurry anyway . First thing first , it was made sure that petrol tank of all the bikes were more than filled with the fuel . But the things didn’t went exactly as planned . A puncture in the back tyre of one of the bikes ( and that too , twice 😦 ) delayed our caravan by one hour . As a result , we wereIndia Gate not able to enter New Delhi until 1’0 clock . But as they say , better late than never . Once in the capital , we were flying towards our first and foremost destination . No points for guessing . India Gate .

No doubt India Gate is a wonderful piece of architecture . Its beautiful . You could actually look at it continously for a day or two and still want to have a better look at the masterpiece . While we were parking our bikes , we were surprised to see a noticeable number of people gathered near India Gate , this late at night ( or should I say , early in the morning) . Guess what !!! On our way towards India Gate , we heard someone shout “Lights…Camera…Action” . There was a shooting in progress . It was Pankaj Kapoor shooting for his upcoming movie “Office Office” . Never ever a trip to India Gate was so exciting . A salute for India gateSoon enough , after the pack up , it was time for us to click a pose . Snaps for every possible angle were captured and after admiring India Gate for some time , we were back to the roads of the capital .

Our next spot was the famous Gurudwara at Bangla Sahib . After washing my hands and feet , when I entered the place , I was spellbound to see how beautiful the Gurudwaara looked amidst the lake . I have never been to a Gurudwara before . So obviously , it was a moment to remember for me . We stayed there for about an hour . It was so relaxing and a lovely feeling staying there . All the headache which was caused by the numerous mishappenings caused at the Sky Fest had gone by now .

On the roads again . We took care to avoid any police car patrolling the roads . Many of the guys didn’t had the license + many bikes had papers missing + few bikes without the rear view mirror + three bikes were enjoying tripling + few of us were without helmet as well . Enough reasons for the cops to gift us fine . But lucky we were , as we did not experience any such misfortune . Making our way from the Red Fort to Rajghaat , Feroz Shah Kotla to Cannaught Palace , finally we were back in hostel at around 6 A.M.

Last night was one to remember . Riding on the empty roads of Delhi , with the peers , all night long was an experience of lifetime .

Hurray !!! its weekend

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Just when you start thinking that this world is upto no good …… you start cursing everything around you ….. your brain is filled with utter despearation crying out loud for some relief …… all the professors and lecturers take an avatar of a demon in front of your eyes ….. and you are just at the melting point when ………… when weekend comes to your rescue ……..

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Following the similar routine for the whole week ……forced to wake up early in the morning …….attending five classes on the trot …….. devastated by the result of sessionals …… reaching the labs with incomplete files , ready to be at the receiving end of all the scolding …… the weekend comes nothing less than a blessing for me ……..

 

 

As they say : Weekends have very few days

 

But I know how to extract the bright things out of these few days …… First of all , I have to cover up for all the incomplete dreams that the alarm clock has cost me ……. Do you know how it feels like when that stupid beep-beep tone hinders with your sleep ……. 😡 ….. when you feel that how peaceful this world would have been without these filthy alarm clocks …….

 

Friday it is ……a number of movies released ….. one of them will surely be blessed by my worthy presence…….its been almost a week since I last watched a movie (Fashion being the one)……..

 

Looking forward to this weekend …….. Although college management tried to dampen my spirits through their ugly tactics , by arranging for the extra classes ……. But justice prevails and we didn’t hesitate even for a second before deciding to bunk the class 😉 ….. Howzzat Mr. Dean …… no one can mess with my weekend ……..

 

P.S. I hate Mondays …. 😡