Tuesday, July 15, 2008


All the characters and places mentioned bear complete resemblence to their respective owners whether they are living or not non-living.. Parental discretion could be hazardous as the blog is solely meant for non-kidos.. Readers may find certain objectionable words to boost their vocabulary(of slangs) for which the writer needs no appreciation..

......DCE HOSTELS...


.. a story..about NO-thing..


"he must be asleep!!".. huffed P.C
"impossible!!".. said the other guy as he banged another hard kick to the mighty door which stood in front..
This attempt didn't go waste..
"kaun hai chu(beep)..(rather beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppp)..." came the reply..
The voice carried a bag of emotions.. it was affirming as the speaker/shouter was quiet sure about his guests.. it was helpless because he knew that he just had to open the door..(the kickbag)..and had to publicize his very own privacy..and at last it was grating or howling because it had to match the quality of those Mara-dona kicks on his poor door..(already in bad shape)..
well... the emotional shouter was none other than the very famous..(rather scandalous) Khanna.. alias Ritesh Khanna.. BCH-127 his piece of land @DCE was haunted by two intruders and he couldn't do anything but open the door.. but he tried something of a scarecrow stuff!!..
A boy.. wearing a sleeveless (smelly) T.. a flowered nicker.. (or was it an underwear??..)..stood in front.. distorting his facial features to pose the worst possible look in his book..the wanna-be alien managed to ask..
those two gatecrashers didn't even bother to throw a glance at his efforts.. and entered the blessed room... actually none told him that his normal face was much more scarier.. so all his shots to contract his facial muscles went in vain..
The room... it was shambles top to bottom.. right from the dense spiderweb on top.. to the spilled pepsi on the floor.. every element in the room fought their best to fill the empty spaces.. it was khanna's way to evade visitors.. no space.. no more dwellers.. was his policy.. even the air greeted them to some mysterious gases, coming from some unknown poisonous source(s).. above all there were four more laughing faces inside..
Pulkit( shares the room)..Abuhasam( mmm..shares this room too!!..).. Ravi Shekhar(scares the room).. and Baba-alias Alind( tames the room).. it was friday night and all of them felt like brave warriors after defeating "Building Construction and Materials".. the next exam was on tuesday.. so it was Party-time...
P.C(bajaj..ved bajaj.. varun ved bajaj)..passed a comment in his unique way..
"it's really difficult to get inside khanna's room.. but once you get in,, it's very difficult to get out..".. the statement was followed by one of his special hypocritical grin..but alas it soon vanished..
the angry gatekeeper drenched him in his exquisite slang collection while bolting the door..and delivered 3-4 sentences through which he conveyed that how easy it was for him to get some1 like P.C out of the room..
P.C was unmoved.. it's been two years since khanna has been showering his best, newly-learnt, modern slangs on him.. he experiments with new ones and tries them on P.C to check the harshness.. P.C has got used to these like water.. he could almost sense their arrival..
Khanna's laptop was playing one of the "good" movies which was enough to glue the guests.. everyone except Mr. Pious abuhasam were sitting on khanna's cot to adore the scenes and pass comments which even the cannes critics dare to pass.. Clean guy got lucky and managed to find a BC PUNMIA- SURVEYING out of the pile and revised his concepts..
The new guests were warmly welcomed by the bed-holders and were offered seats.. "the duck tales show" was going on.. though everyone had seen it several times.. but still.. a revision was always greeted.. The show ended in 5 minutes.. Khanna switched off the laptop straightaway..hoping that this unfriendly gesture would be enuff to goodbye his visitors..
just then.. there were three back to back bangs on the door.. someone out there was in some hurry...
"kholl be...". it was narendra..better known as technical bak(beep)..
Baba opened the door to the 6 feet monster which just refilled it's well-like stomach with triple half-fry from the night mess.. and was jumping with excess energy which was reflected in his toothy smile..
"kitna padh liya be??.".. he asked baba..
well.. they all knew.. it was narendra's way to get charged up.. which he terms as.."complex lena".. during exams everytime he meets baba he fires the same question with an aim to get a mind-boggling reply like.."poora khatammm!!",.. or "sabb ho gaya".. and he follwoed that with his cursig-himself ritual.."damn..i haven't even started!!"..By this he used to pump up confidence in himself.. tough philosophical enginering indeed..
though unwillingly,, baba started counting the chapters..and fill confidence in that balloon..
soon after 10 minutes.. everyone in the room got busy with each other.. P.C dared to switch on the laptop.. "rock you like a hurricane" handled the sounds.. abu and pulkit started solving previous years problems as ravi watched..
IPL matches.. sania's T-shirt quote.. Narendra's chance of havin a girl-frnd and crying at the fate of that girl..abu's bike.. a plethora of topics crossed the discussion table..
the hour passed unnoticed.. they had stepped into the next day.. at around 12:15am, P.C reminded them of resuming studies.. He climbed up to the third floor with the other guy and waved goodbye after discussing the chords of "rock you like a hurricane".. they decided to meet at 3 to "fetch a pale of water"..
just as the other guy unlocked his door..someone uttered a word from inside.. it ws.
the syllabus booklet for which he went downstairs 2 hours ago, still lied on Pulkit's table.. he desperately needed it... so he decided to go back to the ground floor and reached 127..
"knock knock...!!..bang..."..
"kaun hai (beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppp)!!??.."..
another two hours??..
not- the- end
BCH-127.. the room which belonged to narendra in the first year became famous spot on.. after narendra, the legacy was passed on to khanna under whose reign the popularity reached unsurpassable heights and became a piece of jealousy to the ppl of other brances..he he.. enuff boasting..

in short.. it was a place where some of the dangerous minds of a gifted department came together.. my second year days were ornamented by this room.. only selected ppl dared to enter it.. but regular members had real fun.. once a student was quoted saying.."wish i was in civil too!!..".. such was the shine, such was the impact of the room..

a blog dedicated to this room was necessary.. firstly coz i neva want to delete the memories.. secondly it was the perfect "escape mechanism" i've ever had.. KFC tours.. Birthday bumps.. walk the "mtero walk"..goosebumps over horror movies..jumping in the College fests.. friday dhaba special.. everythig was planned here..
so.. this was the story about nothing.. wanna come over??..
you're welcome..



Ritesh Khanna said...

'll thanx my dear friend for reflecting me in limelight.
I envy ur style of writtin n just love ur witty humorous jokez.
hadn't been 4 the last paragraph
(4 sake of the room)m leavin u unscathed otherwze u know what would have followed................innovative,abusive well directed slangz

Gangeyyo said...

he he..
"no offence bro.."..
remember this line??..

Ritesh Khanna said...

Surely dude...
The line or the person changed ma approach towardz life...
I will b tryin my level best 2 trace hiz footsteps...you are already on the verge of it......

Gangeyyo said...

well.. I wud take that as a complement.. that m on the verge of approaching his status..(the good ones though).. but m i??.. needs an introspect once again..

Aanchal said...

well u guys reciprocate much of what happens in ur "common room" in the class as well..........so this is just an extension of ur paagalpan........nyways very well written.......luking forward to more :-p