i'd like to start by saying that the c-124 gang is a hungry bunch of boys..we run after good food lustily, eating the food cooked by the maid SUSMA (" janu" for RD ) had almost killed our taste buds..just the few that were left , wanted to enjoy anything tasty..so, it was no surprise when MALIK one day , early in the morning , was showing us a bright red, shiny apple, standing 5 steps away from us , looking at it and admiring it , and then giving a casual glance at us as if saying " mere paas home cooked food hai lunch box mein , haath mein bright red shiny apple , tumhare paas kya hai ?" ..we felt like shashi kapoor in deewar and saying " mere paas maaa hai " did not cross our minds..just as were were looking at the apple, and dheeraj was about to bite it, in the background , things had taken a turn for the worse..RASTOGI had lost his temper and was running towards us, his fist clenched.then we noticed SHEETAD emerging from behind us and erupting towards RASTOGI, his arms swinging by his sides in a weird way, but uttering abuses ( like always )..dheeraj malik was in the centre..he looked left, his mouth closed over part of the apple, and saw RASTOGI approaching..then he looked right and saw the freight train , SHEETAD, chugging towards him ..
the three of us were still sitting , it was all happening so fast..and then as if in slow motion , RASTOGI threw a blind punch , SHEETAD swung his arms wildly , uttering war cries..and both their strikes landed exactly where they had not planned - on MALIK's face..he let out a cry in agony , the whole class was looking at this , but the three of us were looking in a completely different direction ..we were looking at the apple flying up in the air, shiny, and red and looking so tasty, slowly twirling and .. and then i couldnt control my emotions and screamed " NOOOO " , the apple went splat , on the wall ...RD kicked the chair in disappointment, yaz took off his bandana in peaceful protest, an apple lost to mindless violence... and ya , as for wat happened in the fight, well, that's another story ...