• Wednesday, April 26, 2006 

    My Cousins Misadventure

    Friday nite is usually a partyish nite for me. After a long day I was returning home, stuck in traffic for over an hour waiting for the ordeal to end, wen my cousin called me up. Away from the influence of all the "gr8" cousins I had arnd me when I was growing up, he is more of a seedha saadha guy, whose 1st sip of beer was courtesy me just last yr. (1st yr. engg is quite early by normal standards, notice the stress on the word "normal") but then who doesn’t want to let loose once in a while.

    Before I start on a diff track completely let me come back to the call, he and his frnd wanted to get drunk to a totally out stage. I normally would not encourage such behaviour but I thought I would be leaving Mumbai in a few days and after that he might never get an opportunity like this. So after a little dillydally I cancelled my movie plans (thank god for that – heard "Pyaare Mohan" is pathetic) and asked him to come over at my place. He brought over his guitar (he’s real gud at it, trying to form some band as well) and his frnd and then we went to get the stuff. I asked them wat they wanted my cousin had never drunk anything hard before so he had no opinion the other guy had drunk rum once or twice and wanted to try that again. I couldn’t let my cousin’s 1st xp being that of rum, so I bought a "kamba" of vodka and some sprite (definitely more palatable, and less of odour compared to rum) and with a few Haldiram packets we were ready.

    He fixed his guitar (electric so lots of paentra) and then after a few songs they were ready for the 1st peg. It went down slowly, they started loosing control over theri bodies, though the mind still was in control. Some more guitar (he was really enjoying playing it drunk) and then the next peg and then the next... (since I had office next day and wanted some sleep so I was putting a lil more than usual in each peg so we could get over it quickly and being determined to prove that it was really not affecting them, they insisted on adding even more). Lil by lil their mind too got "liberated" and the usual stupid stupid things started happening, calling up ppl, acting weird, talking gibberish. He almost lost his touch wid the guitar too, and then with lil vodka still to go, the puking sessions started.

    1st my cousin filled the basin with all that he had had in the last two days, followed by "abhi to chadhi hi nahi, aur le kar aana hoga" frnd of his, who seemed to have developed a liking to puke outside the basin. God only knows why, but the upper half of his body seemed to be making a wave before, during and after he actually puked, the momentum made sure that at least some, if not most of his inner most fillings spread all arnd. Along with the fillings the feelings also started coming out, but thanx to kgp I’m well trained to handle such situations appropriately. I put them on bed and kept a bucket nearby and asked them to use it if required, my cousin did dat once in the nite but "abhi to chadhi hi nahi, aur le kar aana hoga" frnd of his decided against moving his ass, after all wat was the floor for???

    The stench in the apartment was almost intolerable in the morning, so before venturing out for a long day in office, I had to get at least some of it cleared, which I did (or else the "kaam wali bai" might have refused to step in) the apartment was now almost livable, I left them sleeping and ran to catch the office bus, it amazes me how I managed to catch it (practice makes perfect i guess, have got into this habbit of being Just in Time). By the time I came back, they had conveniently left not bothering to clean up obviously and y wud they? "Main hoon na", also the bai had been very content with cleaning only the floor, the bathroom was still in the same messy condition in which I had left in the morning and my evening or whatever was left of it (I had returned at arnd 8 from the office :( ) was spent doing the cleanup job.

    As I pen down the happenings of that day I realise it was not at all a misadventure for him, all he did was have fun, while I took all the pain and the "jale par namak" kind of situation was that not only did I pay for it (from hard earned money – it’s a v difficult job to do time pass so regularly in office ;) ), I also had to clear the shit that came out of it :( (well almost literally, except that it came out from a different hole)

    BTW this is his version of the story

    Saturday, April 15, 2006 

    From heart attack!!! To BLIK

    Things couldn’t have started worse on the 12th of April, the fateful day when the IIMs were supposed to take out the results. I was watching a movie with probably one of the best frnds that I have, wen the phone rang to inform me that C results are out, I could hear the elated voice of Rajesh in the background and others congratulating him for making it through. My pulse rate suddenly picked up and I went to check my results to a frnds place. I put the number I checked the status it read SORRY. I called back and asked my flat mate to confirm my registration number (as if I would’ve forgotten it), same number, checked again, same result SORRY.

    This was a heartbreak coz I had more or less made up my mind that if I get through Cal, I’ll be joining that wont even think abt anything else. Besides other strong and compelling motivations, Suvro is already there, Jha has made it this time and there are thousands of others from KGP there. I was very down that nite, I hardly slept. (there was so much in my mind that nite, I cant even try to rite it down here)

    I woke up at 4 to check it the other results are out, but they weren’t, so I went to sleep quite dejected. Next morning was no better, besides being rejected by cal, there were other troublesome thoughts too running in my mind. Finally I reached office and then checked for Bangalore, when the screen flashed SORRY I felt totally dejected, a gud for nothing crap. I had thought it would be B/C for me but both had slipped from my grasp. My flat mate was consoling me suggesting a possible 2nd list may include my name. But I gave up all my hopes when I checked Lukhnow and got a GPL from there too.

    I started planning what better I had to do the next year, how much more masti I’ll do, and this time I would fill up lot many more forms (PGDCM for sure) I’ll shift to some better place in Mumbai, look for an alternate job, try to specialise more into what I intend to do and stuff like that. I even talked to Guta and the possibilities of what all we could do in Mumbai together next year. Then the phone rang. Many batch mates from kgp and anyone, who has come across him, would remember ARKSS. I talked to him in the depressed state of mind that I was then, he asked me y I was sounding so low, I told him, having got a GPL from all that I had checked, what else was expected. Then he told me but I’ve made it to B, I checked again, again it said sorry, he checked again, again it said congratulations, I decided to call B and check the result. They said u have gone through and put down the phone. Now wat is gone through, this does not clearly say that I got it, in the confused state of mind that I was nothing made sense, I gave others my details and asked to check, they confirmed the news, I called back again to IIM B he again said gone through, I was more or less convinced by now that I had actually made it. I called up home no one was there, then I gave the news to my bro and dad on his cell, bhaiya called them up again and they told him yes I was in the prime list and have to take admission by 8th may. I was so relieved.

    Now with a calm mind I checked L again, instead of the dd/mm/yy format I had typed my dob in dd/mm/yyyy format, when I switched to the actual format I got another congrats, by the evening K had also come out with the result and I got a call from there too. Indore came out on the next day, I checked the results just for academic interest and got a sorry, but I did not feel sorry this time. Finally when I checked my mails yesterday I got a call from Indore too, thou the site still reads sorry.

    Eventually I got a call from 4/5 that I had been shortlisted for. Except for probably what I wanted most, I still hope that there might be a fuck-up some where just like the confusion in others, but I don’t think that is going to happen with C.

    Final Status
    B – Through
    C – GPL
    L – Through
    I – Through
    K – Through