Normally seniors are the ones whom you fear when you enter a college. Most are "lucky" to be ragged and the junior senior relationship lasts till the senior is out of the college. At that time you wonder what was the need to talk to him for 3 last years. He never helped you. I met an abnormal senior. Abnormal when compared to the generalized definition.
I met this senior through internet. He sent friend request to the community Namoone and I accepted him for reason I don't remember any longer. Soon we came to know that we both are from the same college and he is my "senior". We met soon, it was my first online meet with anyone. I don't know if it counts but given that we both met on orkut first, maybe it makes it an online meet. It turned into a date because he is sweet. What we did is purely confidential.
Few weeks back I made a trip to Delhi to meet my love, about which I have written already. The success of the whole thing depended on one guy, the sweet senior of mine. He was the one who made sure that my father is kept out of the equation. On the first day, he met my father, thus taking him out of the equation. The second day he rings up on my father's mobile and asks if I am ready to leave and meet him at CP. I am sure he was in bed that time but he told my father he has left his house.
Usually juniors do work for seniors but I don't remember a time when I had to do something for him except for reading his blogs and commenting on them. On the other hand, he made such an important and adventerous venture of my life possible. And he comments on my blogs also. And he never fails to meet me whenever he comes to Pune, like I am his girlfriend or something. And he seems to be always scared of me, even so that he said someone that I am his senior and not junior and always tells me beforehand to not rag him. Wondering who he is? Well he is golu polu MAD (Mr. Ashish Dixit).
P.S- I used to call him golu but added polu after he added more weight.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I didn't know
When I first came to college and started to make friends and then started to go to shops in market instead of the boring medical canteen, I came to know about cold coffee. I didn't know about it. It was completely new to me. Now, its something that has become most likely thing I will drink if I have to drink anything from the market.
Then one day friends decided just to eat ice cream for lunch. I was reluctant as I can't survive just on ice cream but they said its falooda and it will be heavy. I didn't know what was falooda. I don't remember what it was like as it was my first and last try at it. Clearly I was left hungry and it was so out of my taste that I didn't have the courage to completely eat it.
Then came the child beggars, from nowhere the number quadrupled and the whole market was full of them. Every 2nd step stood a beggar begging for money. I didn't know begging is kind of a huge racket. My friends told me that they earn well and since then I never entertained them.
Burger Mail, a Burger shop on wheels. I didn't know it makes good burgers. I had this feeling that since its on wheels, it will be bad but I was wrong. It charges a lot but the taste is too good. The recent cost of a cheese veg burger is double of McD's happy menu. The stuff is worth it.
Grilled Sandwich, I knew what that is but recently I found something that I didn't know. There is a shop that makes excellent sandwich. I ate their sandwich, 4 times in 4 days and 1 day I even bunked lecture for it. I have been to that shop several times for cold coffee or iced tea but never knew they make such good sandwich.
The last day I was at the shop that makes one of the best grilled sandwiches, a beggar boy came in with a 10 rupee note and asked for a glass of cold coffee. The owner of the shop scolded him for coming in and made him go away. While waiting for my grilled sandwich I watched the guy go straight into the dustbin. He took off the cover, literally put his head and hand inside, took out a glass that had a bit of cold coffee in it and he drank it. Then he went inside again, took out a pice of left over food and gave it to his elder sister. The elder sister ate it instantly. Then he came back to the dustbin again, this time finding nothing, went back, probably to some other dustbin of another shop or return to the same one some time later.
I was aware of such things but it was the first time I witnessed something like this. I looked around and I noticed nobody looked at what the guy was doing. Everyone was happy with their food. Soon I got my sandwich, ate it and went back to college for I didn't know what else to do.
Then one day friends decided just to eat ice cream for lunch. I was reluctant as I can't survive just on ice cream but they said its falooda and it will be heavy. I didn't know what was falooda. I don't remember what it was like as it was my first and last try at it. Clearly I was left hungry and it was so out of my taste that I didn't have the courage to completely eat it.
Then came the child beggars, from nowhere the number quadrupled and the whole market was full of them. Every 2nd step stood a beggar begging for money. I didn't know begging is kind of a huge racket. My friends told me that they earn well and since then I never entertained them.
Burger Mail, a Burger shop on wheels. I didn't know it makes good burgers. I had this feeling that since its on wheels, it will be bad but I was wrong. It charges a lot but the taste is too good. The recent cost of a cheese veg burger is double of McD's happy menu. The stuff is worth it.
Grilled Sandwich, I knew what that is but recently I found something that I didn't know. There is a shop that makes excellent sandwich. I ate their sandwich, 4 times in 4 days and 1 day I even bunked lecture for it. I have been to that shop several times for cold coffee or iced tea but never knew they make such good sandwich.
The last day I was at the shop that makes one of the best grilled sandwiches, a beggar boy came in with a 10 rupee note and asked for a glass of cold coffee. The owner of the shop scolded him for coming in and made him go away. While waiting for my grilled sandwich I watched the guy go straight into the dustbin. He took off the cover, literally put his head and hand inside, took out a glass that had a bit of cold coffee in it and he drank it. Then he went inside again, took out a pice of left over food and gave it to his elder sister. The elder sister ate it instantly. Then he came back to the dustbin again, this time finding nothing, went back, probably to some other dustbin of another shop or return to the same one some time later.
I was aware of such things but it was the first time I witnessed something like this. I looked around and I noticed nobody looked at what the guy was doing. Everyone was happy with their food. Soon I got my sandwich, ate it and went back to college for I didn't know what else to do.
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