http://www.ibnlive.com/news/sadist-minds-the-untold-stories-of-campus-horror/46224-3-p0.html
Sadist minds: The untold stories of campus horror
Indu Antos, promising student and a keen violinist, painter and poet, was 16 when she died after being ragged in her college in August 1998.
Nine years have gone by and Indu’s parents haven’t got justice against people who had harassed and traumatized her. Indu’s father C L Antos was a management consultant but now all his time is spent fighting in courts and her mother is still in shock. Indu Villa in Chalakudy town of Kerala is still in mourning.
Indu studied in the Class XI in Mumbai's prestigious Sophiya College. Her parents got a call on August 4, 1998 that their daughter had died after falling off the third floor of the college hostel.
Indu had been in the college for 14 days but in that short period she had written home that she was being abused and harassed by her seniors every day. C L Antos says Indu’s letters mention that she was forced to dance naked, smoke, take drugs and take part in “sexual perversions”.
“She complained and on her behalf I took up this matter with the authorities twice or thrice. That was a mistake. After I complained, Indu was summoned in front of the principal. The people Indu had accused—Melissa and company—of ragging threatened her. That day Indu called me and said she was ready to leave the college,” says C L Antos.
Indu last called home on August 3 and a day later she was dead. Sophia College, which has the backing of the Church, said it was a suicide but an autopsy confirmed she had 27 injuries before death.
Indu’s diary says Melissa D’Souza, a final year B.Sc. student, and Greta Collasco, a Class XII student, had ragged her. The High Court accepted as Indu’s diary as her dying declaration but that didn’t lead to arrests. C L Antos’s only victory was that the court ruled that Indu was murdered.
“Society has made us orphans; Sophia College has made me an orphan. She was the light of my family and now she is gone,” says C L Antos.
Ragging begins in schools
Sridhar would have understood the Antos family’s tragedy if he hadn’t lost his sanity after being savagely beaten and thrown off a train by school bullies.
Sridhar, 22, was a Class X student of the National School in Tambaram, Chennai, five years ago. He abruptly stopped going to school one day and would lock himself up in his room and not talk to anyone.
He left home after lunch one day and was found hours later in a hospital with a hand cut off. It was then that his family came to know that Sridhar had stopped school because he feared bullies who ragged him every day.
The day he was found in the hospital the school bullies had caught him near a railway station and beat him up after pulling him inside a train. When the train started moving, the bullies threw him out and Sridhar fell on the tracks unconscious.
Thirty minutes later Sridhar woke up to find his hand ripped off and a train speeding towards him. He was bleeding but managed to pick himself and walk to a station.
Doctors later found that he had lost hearing in one ear too.
Sridhar lost his mind after that day. A promising young man now mumbles: "I don't like my name; Manoj is my name. Tamil has destroyed me—Spanish, Italian all good. They laugh at Tamil” and keeps asking his grandmother what happened to his arm.
Any mention of school or books gets him agitated. "I don't want to go to school, don't like it," he says.
Sridhar’s tormentors fled Chennai after that day and the police has now closed the file. His grandparents, who look after him, are old and unaware that their grandson is severely traumatised.
Indu and Sridhar’s tormentors were young but psychologists have long warned that ragging or vindictive behaviour is becoming common in schools.
“There is no age for this. We have got cases where the ragger was eight,” says psychologist Aruna Broota.
Don’t crib, don’t snitch School or college, obscure institute or prestigious IITs and IIMs, ragging has become a norm. In 2003, over a hundred new students or ‘freshers’ were stripped naked and paraded in the corridors of IIT Delhi’s Kumaon Hostel.
Broota says ragging has taken on a “sexual connotation” and a “pathological connotation. “You are trying to torture somebody by forcing him to undress, pulling his private parts—you are trying to ridicule somebody and you absolutely enjoying torturing.”
P M Bhandari, the director of Samrat Ashok Technological Institute (SATI) in Vidisha, Madhya Pradesh, says ragging creates a revenge mentality among victims. “Once a student is harassed he tries to get revenge in later years,” says Bhandari.
Rajendra Nikunj could tell Bhandari a lot more about ragging: he was a student in his college and was harassed and tortured for six months.
Nikunj, who lives in Bhopal, almost went insane and it took him three years to recover from the trauma. “They used to forcibly take us in the rooms and beat us,” says Nikunj, who hinted he was molestation too.
Nikunj’s father, Ran Mohan Ram, admits he knew his son was being tortured but asked him to continue at the college for a better career. “I kept telling him to do whatever they asked him to. After all his future was at stake,” says Ram.
Nikunj was in psychiatric care for over two years and changed college after recovering. “I wish that in future no student faces or suffers what I had to go through,” he says.
The Madhya Pradesh Human Rights Commission ordered a probe into the case, but Nikunj and his father gave written statements to the enquiry denying any incident of ragging. Ram says he doesn’t want his son's trauma to play out in public.
And its not just parents, even students are wary of reporting ragging cases. Akshay, an undergraduate student, too believes that one must not snitch.
“If you do that, for the next few years you will be known as a person who snitched. I think your self-esteem and respect in the college—all of it—would go for a six. There is a social stigma to complaining about ragging,” says Akshay.
It’s no excuse Hostel space is considered to be a completely private domain. The biggest mistake a fresher can make is to complain to authorities, like the warden or the principal, who are considered outsiders.
Ragging cases are increasing because of this don’t-snitch mentality. Andhra Pradesh has reported the highest number of ragging cases (23) in the last years out: 21 cases were made public a landmark Supreme Court ruling on ragging in 2001. In UP, 21 out of 22 cases have come in the last six years. In West Bengal 19 ragging cases have been reported after the 2001 ruling.
The common excuse for ragging is that it helps break the ice between students but that argument is now considered indefensible and the Supreme Court has forbade the practice.
Some campuses now ‘break the ice’ between students through induction programmes and counselling. IIT Kanpur has a proactive induction programme that makes new students feel at home, not humiliated.
IIT Kanpur’s programme ensures a zero-ragging environment and asks seniors to be friends and mentors to new students. But such peer interaction is rare in other institutes. The Supreme Court’s ruling holds institutions accountable for ragging, so though colleges may warn students there is no guarantee that trouble-makers will be kept at bay.
T Bhaskar Rao, president of the Sri Lok Bandhu Educational Society, says his educational institutes are very serious against ragging and have committees to keep a watch. Rajendra, 18, wishes Rao had been as sincere last year. Rajendra joined a course in the Thandra Paparaya Engineering College, which is run by the Rao’s society, in Vijaynagaram in 2005.
Nine days later, Rajendra’s life was ruined. Drunken seniors took on Rajendra, angry that he had not turned up for a ragging session. An ugly fight started and Rajendra slipped off the roof and fell on high-voltage power cables. He lost a hand and damaged a leg.
The incident occurred five yrs after the SC judgment and three years after his own college had constituted an anti-ragging committee. “When I was in hospital some parents told me how they lost their children due to ragging. Seniors cut off a student’s ears. Many families were too poor to do any thing against culprits,” says Rajendra, who has now left the engineering college.
Ragging hasn’t defeated Rajendra though. “I've lost my hand and I have a damaged leg but I have decided to cope with the situation. Everybody has 100 percent but I've only 50 percent. But I will continue to utilise that 50 percent and aim for 100 percent,” he says.
People say ragging is harmless fun—it wasn’t for Indu, Sridhar and Rajendra.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
A DESI in a DownTown
Hi there :)
I am back with a brand new blog … I am going to write about how a “Desi” (An Indian in other countries) feels after going to a downtown.
Actually, the story starts back at home only. As most of the airlines allow 23 + 23 + 8 = 54 Kg of luggage, which is more than enough for a person, a desi makes some strategies to take excess luggage. Here are some the tricks he uses. He puts around 24-25 kg in each bag, most of the time air line people do not crib about 2-3 extra kg and then in hand bags he puts as much as he can. Ya desis put15 Kg in hand bag as it is not being weighed anywhere. Desi carries a laptop bag also and puts some extra 2 kg in that and carries some heavy books in hand. That’s not all; some of them wear the heaviest cloths and sometimes 2-3 pants or shirts to reduce the baggage weight. As if in US/UK/CANADA they don't have cloths, they don't wear it that is all together a different topic :)
Okay this was about the pre-flying preparation. In flight he makes full use of the free lunch / dinner and beverages given by Air lines, even though he doesn't feel like having it, aakhir paise jo vasul karne hai :P. And you won’t belive it, he steals the welcome kit and headphones from the seats around also. Only a desi can do that right?
Once he arrives at the U S of A (or any foreign country for that matter) his convert-o-meter starts. 1 USD = 40 INR hmm. The trolley is for 3 USD that means 120 INR, no ways he is not going to take it; he will carry all the luggage on his own but will not pay for the trolley.
Then the first thing he observes is "Hi There", he wonders why the hell everybody keep on telling "Hi There" "Hi There". Eventually he also starts the same. Similarly he wonders about excess usage of "Sorry" and "Thank you", but again desi, being a very adjustable creature, starts using those words without any reasons.
His Convert-o-meter never stops. Whenever he goes to some store he observes that 500 gms of Yogurt (Curd) is for $ 4 that means 160 INR, baap re... in India I use to get it for 10 bucks I should not buy it, next Biscuit $ 6 = 240 INR, in India it is for 20 bucks no I can’t buy it, Soap, chocolates, Flowers… oh my god, everything is costly here. After spending 30 minutes in a store he comes out with only bread, that to 60% whole wheat, because it costs $ 1 lesser then 100% whole wheat (hmmm 40 INR saved :)). Next is coffee which comes of $1.50, oh my god In India I used to get it for 5 bucks. His brain continuously works on complicated formula like [($ Convert to INR) - (original INR value)]/ original INR value and lot more…
With all these calculations he starts working. His journey starts early in the morning. He runs to catch the transit. Once again the convert-o- meter starts. Shall I go for $2.75 per trip or $20 per week or $ 75 per month? Which is cheaper? And what if I don’t get any of this? He prefers to walk till the next station and then catches a free zone local from there or he asks some of his friends to give his pass for few hours. In downtown he gets confused and some how he reaches to his office building. By not knowing difference between different lifts (high raise and low raise) he goes to high raise lift and look for 5th floor button, and then releases oh high raise lifts starts from 12th floor. Then he puts mock confidence on his face and presses 12th floor button. He gets out of the lift and looks here and there to make sure no body is watching & quickly takes the next lift to go to the ground floor again to catch the low raise lift.
This is one of the experiences he faces, there are many more. Like he will not be able to find out wash room in his floor and every time he will go to some other floor to use it because some of his friends might have shown that only ;). He will make a hell lot of mistakes while walking on footpath or while crossing the road. Even he will not be able to get in to the trains or get out of those trains for the first time. While walking on the street he will not be able to control his tongue, it will automatically come out when he will see girls around. He thinks that they are just making formalities by wearing such small cloths but he feels very happy about it. He starts liking the rush in trains because of the beautiful physical contacts. :)
Another thing he finds in US is that phone is very costly there. In India even a beggar affords it but here its god damn costly, our desi has a solution for that also. He starts using online VOIP phones. But desi wants something free, each account gives first 5 minutes free so he creates multiple accounts to use free talk time.
But but but… all these cost cutting plans doesn’t come in between his club trips. Every month he goes there and he keeps a separate fund for that. He adjusts himself in US life style. He goes crazy about keep on downloading unwanted stuffs and drinking cold drinks instead water. He tries his level best not to look like a desi but inside he remains desi only. He feels extremely happy when another new desi commits the same mistakes he had committed in past and instead of guiding him he laughs on it.
PS : Based on my personal experience and inputs from friends
I am back with a brand new blog … I am going to write about how a “Desi” (An Indian in other countries) feels after going to a downtown.
Actually, the story starts back at home only. As most of the airlines allow 23 + 23 + 8 = 54 Kg of luggage, which is more than enough for a person, a desi makes some strategies to take excess luggage. Here are some the tricks he uses. He puts around 24-25 kg in each bag, most of the time air line people do not crib about 2-3 extra kg and then in hand bags he puts as much as he can. Ya desis put15 Kg in hand bag as it is not being weighed anywhere. Desi carries a laptop bag also and puts some extra 2 kg in that and carries some heavy books in hand. That’s not all; some of them wear the heaviest cloths and sometimes 2-3 pants or shirts to reduce the baggage weight. As if in US/UK/CANADA they don't have cloths, they don't wear it that is all together a different topic :)
Okay this was about the pre-flying preparation. In flight he makes full use of the free lunch / dinner and beverages given by Air lines, even though he doesn't feel like having it, aakhir paise jo vasul karne hai :P. And you won’t belive it, he steals the welcome kit and headphones from the seats around also. Only a desi can do that right?
Once he arrives at the U S of A (or any foreign country for that matter) his convert-o-meter starts. 1 USD = 40 INR hmm. The trolley is for 3 USD that means 120 INR, no ways he is not going to take it; he will carry all the luggage on his own but will not pay for the trolley.
Then the first thing he observes is "Hi There", he wonders why the hell everybody keep on telling "Hi There" "Hi There". Eventually he also starts the same. Similarly he wonders about excess usage of "Sorry" and "Thank you", but again desi, being a very adjustable creature, starts using those words without any reasons.
His Convert-o-meter never stops. Whenever he goes to some store he observes that 500 gms of Yogurt (Curd) is for $ 4 that means 160 INR, baap re... in India I use to get it for 10 bucks I should not buy it, next Biscuit $ 6 = 240 INR, in India it is for 20 bucks no I can’t buy it, Soap, chocolates, Flowers… oh my god, everything is costly here. After spending 30 minutes in a store he comes out with only bread, that to 60% whole wheat, because it costs $ 1 lesser then 100% whole wheat (hmmm 40 INR saved :)). Next is coffee which comes of $1.50, oh my god In India I used to get it for 5 bucks. His brain continuously works on complicated formula like [($ Convert to INR) - (original INR value)]/ original INR value and lot more…
With all these calculations he starts working. His journey starts early in the morning. He runs to catch the transit. Once again the convert-o- meter starts. Shall I go for $2.75 per trip or $20 per week or $ 75 per month? Which is cheaper? And what if I don’t get any of this? He prefers to walk till the next station and then catches a free zone local from there or he asks some of his friends to give his pass for few hours. In downtown he gets confused and some how he reaches to his office building. By not knowing difference between different lifts (high raise and low raise) he goes to high raise lift and look for 5th floor button, and then releases oh high raise lifts starts from 12th floor. Then he puts mock confidence on his face and presses 12th floor button. He gets out of the lift and looks here and there to make sure no body is watching & quickly takes the next lift to go to the ground floor again to catch the low raise lift.
This is one of the experiences he faces, there are many more. Like he will not be able to find out wash room in his floor and every time he will go to some other floor to use it because some of his friends might have shown that only ;). He will make a hell lot of mistakes while walking on footpath or while crossing the road. Even he will not be able to get in to the trains or get out of those trains for the first time. While walking on the street he will not be able to control his tongue, it will automatically come out when he will see girls around. He thinks that they are just making formalities by wearing such small cloths but he feels very happy about it. He starts liking the rush in trains because of the beautiful physical contacts. :)
Another thing he finds in US is that phone is very costly there. In India even a beggar affords it but here its god damn costly, our desi has a solution for that also. He starts using online VOIP phones. But desi wants something free, each account gives first 5 minutes free so he creates multiple accounts to use free talk time.
But but but… all these cost cutting plans doesn’t come in between his club trips. Every month he goes there and he keeps a separate fund for that. He adjusts himself in US life style. He goes crazy about keep on downloading unwanted stuffs and drinking cold drinks instead water. He tries his level best not to look like a desi but inside he remains desi only. He feels extremely happy when another new desi commits the same mistakes he had committed in past and instead of guiding him he laughs on it.
PS : Based on my personal experience and inputs from friends
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Blunders a guy can do!!!
Hey all,
Me back after a loooooooonggg time…. Okay no more faltoo ka crap I will start off with my actual crap.
I was just thinking about blunders a guy can do in his life, so today I am going to write about such blunders. I am not going to tell how much of these blunders I have done!!! I think you people are smart enough to guess.
1)
Okay, suppose you are going for the most important interview of your life. At reception area while waiting for your turn to come, by chance you just see a gal; a nice girl, well dressed in a beautiful sari, with light make up, in short in her best possible look. Obviously being a guy your tongue will come out and you will start gawking at her (jaise kabhi achhi ladki dekhi hi na ho – Normally girls tell that right???). Even after knowing that the girl has noticed it few times and she is now getting irritated you keep on drooling like a despo dog. After happily staring at her for half an hour you will definitely forget about your interview, and suddenly somebody calls your name and tells, okay Mr. X you are next person for interview, get ready. Now imagine after adjusting your self back to normal when you open the door for interview, you come to know that the nice looking girl is the HR and she is going to take your interview. What will be your mental condition? Won’t you think “Why the hell I was gawking at this female??” “I mean, they should have put a tag telling she is the HR or she is the interviewer??”
Imagine this scene boss. I can tell you this can be the biggest blunder in someone’s life; he may get rejected before the interview itself.
My piece of advice: when ever you go for some important interview do remember this, “bhagwan harek Vishwamitra ka tap bhang karne ke liye Menka ko bhejta hi hai” :)
2)
Now think about this. You are working with a well known company, which believes in VALUES and gives the highest importance to its employees and their safety. One fine afternoon while talking on phone, by mistake you are entered to a ladies restroom (thanks to building architects for not following rule of symmetry). For the first few seconds you will not be able to understand what is wrong with the restroom, why everything looks so different, why the hell the walls are pink and so on… By the moment you realize that it’s a mistake, some girl starts shouting “Help… help…” How will you convince her that it was by mistake? What if she decides to log a complaint against you (thanks to “anti sexual harassment” policy)
My piece of advice: Never ever do anything else while you are on call
Okay, I will give you some more scenarios…
3)
Suppose you have received the scorecard of your CAT exam; for which you have spend huge money and wasted a hell lot of time. Suppose your score card is telling that you have got some 1 percentile in Verbal section of it and some 10 percentile in reasoning section. Obviously you will be in full frusted mood and wouldn’t like to talk with anybody in the world. Then suppose your meet some of your very good friend online (with whom you share everything), he asks you about your CAT result and you ask him to call you on your cell. At the very same time you get a call and without looking at the caller name you start shouting “hi, I got fcuked up big time dude… CAT screwed me up and some more MAA-BAHAN KI GAALIYAN” and then you come to know that it was not your friend, it was your father who was calling you. What would be your reaction??? Because of your very good image at home and your father thinking that you are a very good boy both of you will try to handle the situation by telling, hello… hello… are you able to hear me? I think there is some problem with the phone line, I think have got some cross connection, Wait I will cut and recall you. It is a very embarrassing situation in a guy’s life when his father comes to know about his son’s knowledge about GAALIYAA (bad words)
Something very similar…
Assume that you are waiting for some of your friend’s phone and at the same time you get a call on your cell from some extension of your office. You are starting with “Ha sale time mil gaya… kar liya tune phone… kaha muh kala karva raha tha ab tak??” n some more ##$$$.... and the first thing you hear from the other end is “hmm Hi, it’s me Mr. Y, can you come to my cabin. And that Mr. Y happens to be your Senior Manager. Can you think of the consequences?
My piece of advice: Never ever start talking on phone before confirming who is on the line at the other end
4)
This one is very common during some social functions, esp Marriage and some festivals like “Navratri” and “Diwali”
Suppose, you are in a group of some 5 guys and all of you are busy looking for hot chicks. All of a sudden you get excited about a gal and start describing about her. Look at that girl in Pink dude…. She is so hot, look at her ###, and so on. And somebody from your group tells that hold on, she is my sister/girl friend/wife. Just think of this embarrassing situation.
My piece of advice: Better not to open your mouth when you are in group or make sure she is no where related with anybody group.
5)
Most of us will not do this blunder but guys who believe in multi tasking one may face this situation.
Assume that you have spent some 3-4 months and hell lot of money just to impress some gal. In spite of all these she is not even ready to talk to you. You decide to do some more fielding for her, and trying to make her friends/roommates happy by treating them (so that they can go and tell good things about yourself). Finally somehow that female agrees to talk to you and you decide a time and call her. After being goody goody on phone, finishing a decent talk finally you call her it was nice talking to you Miss X instead of Miss Y, hope we will go for coffee soon. Just imagine what will the reaction from a girl’s side. (I know boys won’t mind if some girl tells him X/Y/Z but girls are very sensitive about their names)
My piece of advice: Never ever forget somebody’s name while talking with her.
BTW…
I have completed one year in this Blog world… Happy B’day to “Blog full of Crap” ;)
PS: Fiction comes from reality it self ;)
PPS: You are most welcome to share your rich experience as well:)
Me back after a loooooooonggg time…. Okay no more faltoo ka crap I will start off with my actual crap.
I was just thinking about blunders a guy can do in his life, so today I am going to write about such blunders. I am not going to tell how much of these blunders I have done!!! I think you people are smart enough to guess.
1)
Okay, suppose you are going for the most important interview of your life. At reception area while waiting for your turn to come, by chance you just see a gal; a nice girl, well dressed in a beautiful sari, with light make up, in short in her best possible look. Obviously being a guy your tongue will come out and you will start gawking at her (jaise kabhi achhi ladki dekhi hi na ho – Normally girls tell that right???). Even after knowing that the girl has noticed it few times and she is now getting irritated you keep on drooling like a despo dog. After happily staring at her for half an hour you will definitely forget about your interview, and suddenly somebody calls your name and tells, okay Mr. X you are next person for interview, get ready. Now imagine after adjusting your self back to normal when you open the door for interview, you come to know that the nice looking girl is the HR and she is going to take your interview. What will be your mental condition? Won’t you think “Why the hell I was gawking at this female??” “I mean, they should have put a tag telling she is the HR or she is the interviewer??”
Imagine this scene boss. I can tell you this can be the biggest blunder in someone’s life; he may get rejected before the interview itself.
My piece of advice: when ever you go for some important interview do remember this, “bhagwan harek Vishwamitra ka tap bhang karne ke liye Menka ko bhejta hi hai” :)
2)
Now think about this. You are working with a well known company, which believes in VALUES and gives the highest importance to its employees and their safety. One fine afternoon while talking on phone, by mistake you are entered to a ladies restroom (thanks to building architects for not following rule of symmetry). For the first few seconds you will not be able to understand what is wrong with the restroom, why everything looks so different, why the hell the walls are pink and so on… By the moment you realize that it’s a mistake, some girl starts shouting “Help… help…” How will you convince her that it was by mistake? What if she decides to log a complaint against you (thanks to “anti sexual harassment” policy)
My piece of advice: Never ever do anything else while you are on call
Okay, I will give you some more scenarios…
3)
Suppose you have received the scorecard of your CAT exam; for which you have spend huge money and wasted a hell lot of time. Suppose your score card is telling that you have got some 1 percentile in Verbal section of it and some 10 percentile in reasoning section. Obviously you will be in full frusted mood and wouldn’t like to talk with anybody in the world. Then suppose your meet some of your very good friend online (with whom you share everything), he asks you about your CAT result and you ask him to call you on your cell. At the very same time you get a call and without looking at the caller name you start shouting “hi, I got fcuked up big time dude… CAT screwed me up and some more MAA-BAHAN KI GAALIYAN” and then you come to know that it was not your friend, it was your father who was calling you. What would be your reaction??? Because of your very good image at home and your father thinking that you are a very good boy both of you will try to handle the situation by telling, hello… hello… are you able to hear me? I think there is some problem with the phone line, I think have got some cross connection, Wait I will cut and recall you. It is a very embarrassing situation in a guy’s life when his father comes to know about his son’s knowledge about GAALIYAA (bad words)
Something very similar…
Assume that you are waiting for some of your friend’s phone and at the same time you get a call on your cell from some extension of your office. You are starting with “Ha sale time mil gaya… kar liya tune phone… kaha muh kala karva raha tha ab tak??” n some more ##$$$.... and the first thing you hear from the other end is “hmm Hi, it’s me Mr. Y, can you come to my cabin. And that Mr. Y happens to be your Senior Manager. Can you think of the consequences?
My piece of advice: Never ever start talking on phone before confirming who is on the line at the other end
4)
This one is very common during some social functions, esp Marriage and some festivals like “Navratri” and “Diwali”
Suppose, you are in a group of some 5 guys and all of you are busy looking for hot chicks. All of a sudden you get excited about a gal and start describing about her. Look at that girl in Pink dude…. She is so hot, look at her ###, and so on. And somebody from your group tells that hold on, she is my sister/girl friend/wife. Just think of this embarrassing situation.
My piece of advice: Better not to open your mouth when you are in group or make sure she is no where related with anybody group.
5)
Most of us will not do this blunder but guys who believe in multi tasking one may face this situation.
Assume that you have spent some 3-4 months and hell lot of money just to impress some gal. In spite of all these she is not even ready to talk to you. You decide to do some more fielding for her, and trying to make her friends/roommates happy by treating them (so that they can go and tell good things about yourself). Finally somehow that female agrees to talk to you and you decide a time and call her. After being goody goody on phone, finishing a decent talk finally you call her it was nice talking to you Miss X instead of Miss Y, hope we will go for coffee soon. Just imagine what will the reaction from a girl’s side. (I know boys won’t mind if some girl tells him X/Y/Z but girls are very sensitive about their names)
My piece of advice: Never ever forget somebody’s name while talking with her.
BTW…
I have completed one year in this Blog world… Happy B’day to “Blog full of Crap” ;)
PS: Fiction comes from reality it self ;)
PPS: You are most welcome to share your rich experience as well:)
Thursday, January 11, 2007
A Page From A Guys Diary
Courtesy: Unknown author
A page from many 'Guy's Dairies!!! Too bad to be true!
Everyone in their lives would have had crushes, and me too had my share of crushes. But, it didn't take much time for each of
them to turn to crashes. None of my crushes took off, or probably they crashed even before they took off !! Today, when I
look back, I cant manage but to have a laugh.
My first crush was on Miss R. I was in my tenth then. We happened to speak only once. It was when I had offered her a coke.
She refused to have it and the very next moment I gulped it down. I still cant forget the dumbstruck look on her face.
A few days later, she started going around with one of my classmates. They used to go for wonderful evening walks,
Miss T, my classmate and her doggy. Unfortunately(fortunately for me), the affair didn't last too long.
On one such romantic walk of theirs, my classmate was bitten by the doggy. He brought up the question : Its me or the dog......
she chose the dog !!! The news gave me sadistic pleasure.
I was in a co-ed school for my 11th-12th. I got very friendly with Miss N in my class. It appeared to me that...yes...she is
the girl. One day, Miss N came and sat next to me...close...really close.....my heart beats shot up. She said.. I want to
tell you something....but please maintain it as a secret. I knew...this was it...yes....she went on...you know...
X(another classmate of mine) proposed me......and I too like him...and I accepted. I am telling you coz you are like
my brother.......WHAT THE HECK ? As if the first news wasn't bad enough, the second sounded suicidal. I looked at her with
an artificial smile and said....Congrats S..S..Sis !!!
The next crush didn't take much time to happen. It was Miss S who walked in to class. I literally had my jaws hanging seeing
her. We became good friends...but I never fancied my chances...given the Miss N experience. She was my Biology project
partner....while she did the project...I concentrated on her biology ! Just as the boards got over, and as I was mustering
enough courage to tell her, her dad got transferred. She changed the city.
Next in engineering college, there was this hottie in my class. Boy....she was a babe...Miss G. She used to stand opposite
to me in the chemistry lab. I prayed for some chemistry to happen between us. But I guess, she was much smarter than I was.
Miss G realised that I used to mess up all my titration experiments coz I used to be looking at her and not the
lab apparatus. I called her out ALONE on my b'day. She turned up with her whole bunch of friends.
The girls kept giggling and I looked for a place where I could go and bang my head. I steered clear of her for the rest
of my engineering days.
Moving on from here, it was a major success story. This time round, it took some time for things to crash....just a
little longer..a bit more than five years. Everything seemed like a fairy tale when the crash factor took the better of me.
By this time, I was in my job and I decided to use the term "interest" instead of crush.
So , my interest grew in Miss L in office. I thought she was a very pretty lady. Thankfully, the growth of my
interest stopped very soon, the moment I learnt that she was supposed to go on leave the next week for her marriage.
She was to marry her long time boyfriend. Only one thought came to my mind....The good ones are always taken !!!
Ha ha ha.....thankfully.....I have grown out of all these......no more CRUSHES.....so no chances of CRASHES......
I live this way now.....hey...wait.....who is this girl???? !!!!!!!!!
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