And just like young people anywhere else
all of them had nicknames they proudly wore,
but at which their parents swore..
In school it was Kartik (Jacko the Whacko),
Bhaskar
( Bas Kar flirting - whose biography titled "International Flirt to Domestic Husband" Or "Kingfisher Airlines acquired by Air Deccan" or "Sher bhi Ghaans Khaate Hain" OR "Once Upon a Time....I was happy" should hit the stands some time soon),
Sanjiv the Sadist Humorist,
Santosh (aka Limca, Kundali Baba, Santoshi Mata, Lottery, Theda, Pepsi - and I swear to GOD these were all (extremely popular) real nicknames of this fantastic, mostly-intense-mostly-funny guy),
Shinda and quite a few others.
In engineering it was the 5 S.
In MBA, it was the blokes of the block.
E-Block Rulzzzz man !
Evil Genius.
That was our block name..
We were 7 guys - of which just 2 had any serious intent to finish MBA in 2 years....for the rest 5 of us it was a small miracle come true...2 years and done.
Hehehehehe....thats all that comes out when I think of these fellows
- Andy (this guy from Mussorie was also called Nanga Parbat for his two loves - mountain climbing and roaming half-naked in the block after his gym sessions),
- Kedar Deshpande (Desi Pondy, Encyclopeedit - a huge cesspool of random facts and strange theories about Jats and all),
- Rahul Adak (words that changed his life - "Udita Goswami kitni lucky hai na, jo usne John Abraham ko kiss kiya"..hai meri Jon......),
- Hari Kishan Mowwa (Murgiyon ka dushman, whose plate on wednesdays - when non-veg was served in the mess - looked like a mass burial grave for chicken),
- Kiran Babu (the oddity among men, a soft-spoken, gentlemanly son of a telugu politician),
- me (Kabutar...yeah that was my nickname...long story, some other time) and
- Sarwade (perfect warning for having a balanced exercise regimen which does not miss the small details....else you have this big superstructure supported by a tiny, puny, buttockal-region mounted on teeny weeny spindly legs.....he looked les a man, and more a balancing act....i remember that his swaggering walk used to remind me of a teetering beer bottle balanced upside down on a finger's end).
The Sarwade
The Sarwade.
Simplicity, I love you - thus spake Sarwade, always.
Dec 11 was his birthday.
On campus we had this tradition of writing birthday mails for our close friends on their B Days.
I wonder how it would be if Sarwade wrote his own B'Day mail - guess it would come out something like this.........
वैसे मुझे ये mails पे birthdays wish करना बिल्कुल पसंद नहीं,
ऐसे cake पे मोमबत्तियां लगाना
उन्हें जलाना
फ़िर बुझाना
मुझे बिल्कुल पसंद नहीं
ये happy birthday के गाने गाना
कागज़ के तूते बजाना
घर मी कागज़ की लड़ियाँ सजाना
दोस्तों का घर पे तोहफे लेकर आना
उनका अपने साथ बीवियों को लाना
और बच्चों को खुल्ले आम हड-दंग करने के लिए छोड़ जाना
मुझे बिल्कुल पसंद नहीं
ये हमारी सभ्यता नहीं
इसमे हमारी सम्प्रदा नहीं
और जयाप्रदा बिल्कुल नहीं
(sorry for the PJ, मुझे थोड़ा control नहीं)
मुझे अच्छा लगता है प्रातः समय मी जागना
माता पिता के चरण लगना
ठंडे पानी मी नहाना
हर लोटे के साथ हर-हर-गंगे लगाना
फ़िर धोती पहन के मन्दिर जाना
माथे पे तिलक लगाना
और अन्नदान का पुण्य कमाना
मैं बहुत simple आदमी हूँ
30 ml मे संतुष्ट हो हो जाता हूँ
60 ml मे तो रुष्ट हो जाता हूँ
और 90 ml मे तो भ्रष्ट हो जाता हूँ
मुझे ये नखरे, बाजे गाजे पसंद नहीं
आप लोगों ने इतना simple सा मुझे wish कर दिया यही बहुत है
कोई तोहफा देकर मुझे शर्मिंदा न करना
हाँ पर treat मांगने मे मत डरना
---- आपका सभ्य, संतुष्ट, सरल sarwade.
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