It's been a very very long time since I have contributed to our blog.. and i think i have already been cursed a lot by my gang for this... neways.. sorry bros.. Here I’m back in continuation to the best times we had together with a little bit of fresh spice..
So here it is..
The C-124 gang had a speciality... that very less ppl would dare to have... we can go anywhere in the world to have good food for free.. be it any day or time.. we jus don’t give a damn.. all we care about is good food and that too for free..:) lolz
Now it will be hard to believe but yes.. it is true.. me, guns and Yazz “ the Champ” used to go to a Gym in sector 50 noida.. “Zayed” was the coach at that time.. n we really had a good time over there.. because we just loved the way he used to speak.. “Gurjar’s Ishtyle”.. it was a nice gym in a very posh locality, so we believed that we would be having a good company.. but nah.. adding to our “Bad Luck”.. this gym had a lot of Gurjar members.. n the way they used to talk just simply inspired us many times.. :) u can actually feel the boldness in their talks and the accent was just brilliant.. sometimes we used to wonder.. wat the hell was that?? :) therz one more thing about this minority community.. that they jus believe that eva1 around are jus like brothers.. their “gurjar brothers”.. :)hehe .. but then we guys decided that we would be coming early in the evening to gym so as to avoid them and to have a better environment..
So once as the C-124 gang went for their daily workout to the gym but were a bit late than the usual time.. and by that time the gym was full with Gurjars and then we just realized that now we gotta manage with them... Suddenly one gurjar came to us and invited us for a party that night.. it was in some nearby village.. n we were like.. wat? We just don’t know him.. how can we jus go for food... but haha :) food.. n dat too Party.. so loadz of food.. n we started dreaming... I stood up and said “it wud be good guys.. lets go..” then Yazz said.. “ wat ? u must be kidding....”
Then i saw guns.. n i could figure out.. dat yeah smthngz going in his mind.. he said “ k dude! I vil be coming wid u.. but lets ask Zayed if it will be good..”
And i was like.. yeah... thats the way bro... :) we asked Zayed and he said we guys can go with him... he was on his bullet.. n me and guns.. on “Laado- Gun’s Pulsar ”.. and yazz is like “ u guys have gone crazy and i’m not wid u guys for this stupidity”.. n instantly i replied “ yeah you go home and have our usual dinner.. it has been like we hv been eating in a prison.. same food everyday.. its jus the same.. :)” me and guns went home.. and were getting ready for the party.. still dreaming about the food :) I told guns.. “yar! I will jus concentrate on all the non-veg items.. and he was like.. don’t worry dude! I wont hv a single chapatti.. only and only meat..” “ Yippie.. we are going for a party..” :) we still offered Yazz to come wid us.. but he simply refused.. Then i got a call from Zayed, that he is waiting for us on the main road.. me and guns simply rushed and yazz was looking at us as if we have betrayed him.. :)
Now the hunt was on... it was a dark night and we were following Zayed.. suddenly he took a sharp turn into a place where i just couldn’t see anything.. actually there was nothing to see.. it was all dark and there was no buildings at all.. nothing.. n den v realized at some point.. dat v r in the middle of farms and our bike got stuck in the wet sand.. and we jus can’t get out of it.. n den v realized that v hv lost Zayed as well and his mobile is unreachable.. we somehow managed to get our bike out of that shit.. but den we were just wondering.. that yazz must be hvng fun at home.. relaxing after the workout.. n we are stuck in the middle of no mans land.. den guns suggested that we shud go back as its not safe and that too in the middle of a “Gurjars village”.. but nah.. i wont lose hope and that too for a good food..
i forced him and took him a little further where i could see some lights.. as I thot that it would be the party venue and we hv jus reached.. well that place was worse than we expected.. but i still hoped for smthng good.. it was nearly impossible for us to take our bike to the venue so I asked guns to just wait where he was and I went in order to inspect that if we are at the right place.. i climbed up a wall from where I could see wat was happening..i was shocked to see majority of the ppl wid big rifles and they were jus yelling like MAD ppl at each other..
It was as if they are going to kill each other.. I jus rushed back to guns and take off his bike in ma own unique style.. yeah literally “TAKE OFF” .. guns started yelling.. wats wrong dude! I was silent and still in shock and told him that I wont stop before we reach home so jus hold on to the bike as tightly as u can.. we jus went bak and saw yazz having the same old food.. he asked us y we came bak so early.. n we told him that you are like a brother to us.. n how can we enjoy good food widout you.. so we jus came bak frm the half way.. yazz looked at us suspiciously; and at the same time me and guns went to the kitchen and said to each other.. this food is good for health dude! Its full of proteins and many ppl in India hardly get any meals.. so jus sit and njoy this food :) this is the way to live life full of adventure and then coming back to the basics again. :(
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Firstly, I am sorry guys that I didn't post for a long time as I have been caught up by viral fever[Dengue's closest cousin] and couldnt move outta my bed for weeks!

This post of mine is quite different from others cuz this one has got nothing to do with C-124 or my Btech.. I am posting about an incident that happened to me very recently.. I am doing M.E in Communication Systems @ Anna University in Chennai n so I am basically stuck in Chennai for like 2 years! Chennai according to me is a very dirty place with heat n humidity that makes you stick in sweat! If it rains here for like 5 mins then the next thing u see is that the whole place is flooding with water n then diseases start to spread! Well all this is bearable for a C-124 member but there's one thing that one among us cant tolerate i.e Bad Food! You get nothing other than Idli n Dosa ere.. At first when I came to College I found the food good with century old prices[Chapathi-Rs.8, IDli- Rs.4, Dosa- Rs.6-Rs.8 etc.] but now I am bored of the same old veg menu that we have. After coming to Chennai I havent had non-veg for months and to make matters worse I couldnt go home for Ramadhan to have delicious home cooked non-veg food. So, I decided to go to KFC for this year's Ramadhan Treat.

Me n Rakesh Chettan @ KFC minutes before Ramadhan Treat!




One of my room mates, Nomi Chettan [Chettan stands for big bro in malayalam] was getting ready to go home for holidays while me n Rakesh chettan[my other room mate] were lazying around. That's when Nomi chettan suggested us to accompany him to Chennai Central Railway station and he then suggested that we could visit Spencer plaza or other any other place n have dinner n come back.. Well It seemed good to me as I just felt like filling my tummy with some good old Chicken. n guess wat? my favorite KFC is there @ Spencer Plaza! Well I have always been a fan of KFC n have had the delicious Chicken in Kuwait, Delhi, Noida, Bangalore and It seemed a very safe bet. Rakesh Chettan had never had KFC before but he was thriving for some non-veg too so I assured him that it will be good. After dropping Nomi Chettan we rushed to Spencer Plaza as we were damn hungry. KFC @ Spencer Plaza didnt look as nice as the other KFCs I have been.. It looked as if a storm had just hit the place leaving all sand and dust! After all it is Chennai so we were pretty used to seeing such places and we were very hungry, so we didn't care a heck. Then we noticed something else that was weird. The seating arrangement was pretty messed up too. It was as if they first planned to have that open hall with many restaurant stalls arrangement and then as if each restaurant became too selfish to bring partitions to separate their tables and chairs! Well anyways, we were too hungry and we ordered an 8 pcs Bucket[Rakesh Chettan wanted 10 pcs bucket but I somehow convinced him that 8 pcs would be more than enough]. They took 25 mins to prepare the chicken which was quite unlike the usual KFC[5 to 10 mins]. Finally, the bucket arrived and I rushed to collect it while I noticed a big sign board in KFC which said that "We serve only HALAL Chicken". That was quite an important sign board for any Muslim esp when it is Ramadhan! Anyways, the chicken was hot and since it was hot we couldn't get the taste but what the heck, I took a big leg piece and gave it a big bite...... Suddenly, blood started oozing out of the piece!!!! I was speechless, I didn't know what to do as its the first time I am seeing blood coming out of a cooked chicken leg![In Halal Chicken they cut the chicken by the throat and then they leave it for all the blood to escape and then they clean the chicken, so no chance of any blood]. We were real hungry to throw the chicken and leave so I decided to get the piece replaced thinking that it might have been some mistake with that particular piece.. Then we started eating the rest of the chicken as if nothing ever happened. Then we started noticing the taste of the chicken as the chicken was not too hot anymore. Every piece literally tasted blood! But it was too late as we already had 3 pieces each and we were having our last piece! I called the Manager and told him what happened but he was just a dummy who knows how to say "sorry, wont happen next time".. I told him that I will not be coming next time and we left and had more pepsi and mirinda to forget the taste. The next day we found ourselves sick and we had viral fever for more than a week! We have decided not to go to any KFC ever again and I have posted this cuz I just don't want this to happen to anyone else ever again. So Please don't ever go to KFC @ Spencer Plaza unless you are a vampire! tc

P.S: We gave feedback on KFC website and the vice president of KFC in Chennai had called me offering me a free meal with her anytime at KFC to change my view about KFC. At first I rejected but since she had no plans in leaving me by rejecting her offer, I told her I will think about it. She told me that the manager will call me in two days but after that I left home for a week and had changed my SIM when in Kerala. That could be the reason for Manager not calling me but then he could have left me an email! Anyways maybe it was just another formality for the Vice President. Lets wait n find out:)..

What do you think guys? Should I Sue them?
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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 ...
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I came back from college one day , around 3pm ..yeah , in final year , we came and went to college as we pleased.. and I found the house locked !! where were RD and Yaz?? have they gone for a movie without me ?? are they partying without me??
These were the questions that were racing in my mind.i called up RD and and i was told in RD's loud baritone " guns .we are on the way home ..bass aur kuch mat pooch .get ready to be amazed .." and then i could hear yaz in the background shouting "yeahhhh" and then RD giving him company with a "oh yeahhh" of his own ..excited college boys , sigh ..

I waited patiently at home ,or in other words , i slept..i woke up to the sound of the doorbell getting fucked ..sumone was at the door , too excited that they were not taking the hands off the bell..obviously it was RD and yaz ..in came the two monsters, with lots of shopping bags and i mean lots ..obviously i asked them
" wassup guys ?? so much shopping ?? u never told me u were so stinkingly rich"..and they looked at each other and laughed and yaz said " pooor innocent guns, tch tch " shaking his head , and sitting comfortably on the chair in the drawing room ..

Then out came the merchandise..it seems they had gone to CP, and bought 4 shirts each, 3 t-shirts each,4 gym vests each, shorts and barring underwear , all sorts of clothing ..and RD was all excited and was asking me " bata guns , basssss bata , how much for all this ..JUSSSSST guess."..i said " 2000 bucks??" and sumwhere deep down , I knew no matter wat I would've said I was gonnna be ridiculed.."hahahaha" roared RD , with Yaz pointing a finger at me n laughing.."guns , bacchha hai be tu, kuch nahi pata tujhe.." more laughter and HI- fives among the two of them ..finally , after the din of the laughter subsided , RD said they had bought all that for 500 bucks.. I was shocked , surprised ..THAT is a good deal.. I also joined in the excitement, and was actually feeling left out that i missed out on such a good opportunity..

I urged them to try the new clothes on ..RD went to change first, took all the 4 shirts he had bought.. yaz was rummaging through his stuff when we heard RD shout " ohhh SHIITTTT" , we rushed to his room , and found RD wearing the new shirt..
It was supposed to be a full shirt , but wat he was wearing was neither full, nor half, the cuffs ended sumwhere in between.. I asked him if it was supposed to be a half shirt , and he just looked at me ..he tried the next shirt, and this was a little better, one arm was as long as a full shirt's , while the other ended in between, again !

He tried his t-shirt and it was as if it was tailored keeping two people in mind..
one side was tight as if it was made for a child , the other side was loose as if it was made for a really big man ..RD was muttering the usual " kyaa yaaaar , SHITT and other curses and abuses".

Every item bought had sum defect ..finally only the shorts were left ..he checked it thoroughly, nothing wrong ..thank god , we all sighed..he tried those on ..A PERFECT FITT...ohh yeahhh..
RD was holding his cellfone in his hands..he planned to keep it in his short's pocket and as soon as he did, it slid down and fell on his feet , with a clang and dismantled...RD was almost in tears, and the abuses flowed oh so smooothly ..I always looked at the positive side of things..RD was reassembling his fone, and i gently told him " look at the bright side..its more airy and if it itches over there, it's easier to reach " ...and i ran ..

To add insult to injury, watever yaz bought fit him nicely!!! RD tried his best to switch some stuff with yaz , but "apna banda chowda banda , yaz" was too quick and took all his stuff in one big heave and ran inside his room and shut it..
RD was left standing at the door , wearing "AIRY" shorts and a t-shirt that constricted one side of his chest so much that, well he din't look very manly ,is all I can say ..:)
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Once upon a time there was a rat. He was the king of all rats. He was thrice as big and twice as fast and could jump feets high. And he once chose to come to C-124 to have a hell of a time and to make our lifes a living hell! Lol, this was during the weekends when rd went home and it was just me and guns at C-124. If rd was there it wouldnt have been a problem as he has this tarzan instinct in him and he would have guffawed if he saw the rat then he would hold the rat in his own hands and the poor rat would have died getting choked inside rd's huge hands but this rat would have not, infact it was too big for even rd's hands! Now let me tell you about guns, he is huge and heavily built [you can see his pics below] but he is sacred to enter his room when he thinks there is a lizard hiding somewhere! He calls me all the time and I have to search for it and get it out of his room and when it is out then he runs inside his room and shuts the door! So I couldnt expect much of a help from him except a backup[as he was stuck to my back during the mission].

This champ found a way through inside our flat when we forgot to close our front door for a minute. We were just back from our gym and we were about to rest after our strenuous work out. Thats when we saw this huge rat, almost as big as a cat, running fast inside our house and it then went straight inside a hollow space behind our computer table where all the old tenant's stuff are dumped. It was the possibly best place to hide as we would not dare touch that area as there were piles of dust and if we try to clear the area then we would have to end up cleaning the whole house! So we left it there and decided to carry on i.e rest. But then we started hearing loud noises from that area and things started falling out from there. The rat was literally screwing the place! I knew that this rat aint gonna let us rest and most probably not let us sleep the whole night! Guns too started compelling me to get rid of this rat. So we took out 2 sticks and we started hitting the area and then ran back to avoid any counter attack. But as we were pretty inexperienced in doing this, we forgot the basic rule i.e we should close all our rooms before getting the rat out. We did open the door for the rat to go out but our room's door was wide open welcoming the monster to get in. The rat came out when I hit the place hard but it came right onto us which made us back off and coz of that we couldnt stop it making an entry into my room. This time I was furious and guns was laughing at my face as by chance his door was closed. Now I had to do something fast else he will run over my bed and eat up my clothes! This time I closed other rooms and the bathroom and I went inside my room and started beating hard everywhere, the rat had to come out and finding other rooms closed it was jumping high and banging on the doors hard as if it is gonna break the door open! Now we were a bit sacred as this was happening pretty close to us and in open and we could see the size of the rat clearly and we realised that it was not just another rat, it was the godzilla among the rats! It banged the doors for about 2 minutes esp the bathroom door and then went out. But hey! The kitchen door was open and it went straight inside the kitchen! Now the rat has found the right place and we could sense our night without dinner. The rat seeing all the food and crockery went at it like a bull in china town and we were a bit sacred to get in as the kitchen is quite small and there is a possibility for the rat to jump straight on us as we get in. Guns was pushing me from behind as I tried by best to surge up some courage to face this little.. sorry big devil! That is when he came onto the entrance on the top corner of the kitchen door for the final battle! He had his eyes looking straight on to mine. I ran inside and then hit the door and when he jumped out I ran right behind him. This time even guns was brave enough not to let him go into the wrong direction and we successfully led him outside the door and out of C-124 for ever! It was 1am by then and luckily maid had kept our food on the computer table. So we had food and slept after a long long day of battle and sweat.
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One of the best and one of the worst organised trips of my life was the Simla trip, when i was in 2nd year in college .ravi, dheeraj, fawaz, anurag and i embarked on a journey to simla ..normally the development cycle ofa successful trip consists of 3 stages - 1.decide where to go ( sounds easy , but agreeing on 1 single place is far tougher ) 2.planning how to go (the transportation) 3.packing the necessities( self explanatory).and in our trip , all the 3 stages were completed in less than 24 hours!! it was total chaos and it was ttal fun ..anyway, anurag's dad is a big shot executive in a big firm, and he booked a 5star guest house..when we reached simla and the address given to us , we were expecting a modest 2 storey building, we believed in the "roti kapda makaan" wala theory , that was enough to keep us happy , but the guest house , DAMN! , it was a fortress..anurag's dad knew how that planning is not our forte , so he had already made a few plans for us ..there was a dam nearby , which his firm was building,and so he had booked a tour for us..when we got to know, and since we were in 2nd year, and relatively new to the engineering field, we were quite excited...while on the way to the dam , everyone was discussing about electircal science, how things work and everyonewas trying their best to show that they had learnt SOMETHING in school and the 1 year in college..but most of wat everyone was saying was just , crap ..just showing off, u know college kids ..so, finally we reach the dam , we are given a very informative tour and finally we are taken tothe main room where there are engineers and lots of gadgets and huge machines ..and one of them sincerely asked us if we had any doubts and questions?..now we HAD to had to show off !!! i started with a question about primary secondary mtor sumthing , a safe bet , a standard question ..next was ravi , whoasked sumthing about coils , a typical text books question ..fawaz and dheeraj also asked run of the mill questions..meanwhile , anurag was quiet, silently coming up with a question that wouldblow their mind , and would earn him respect for asking such a tough and intellectually charged question ..since the engineers knew who anurag was , more importantly who his dad was , they coaxed him ,"beta poocho poocho " and " aapke papa se zyada intelligent insaan maine aaj tak nahi dekha beta, u should be proud"..poor anurag was feeling the pressure ..the room was air conditioned , but he was sweating..his eyes were darting here and there, his mind was racing , trying desperately to come up with a question to blow everyone away ..suddenyl his eyes rested on an instrument , mounted on the wall, it had lots of numbers on it, and it was constantlychanging..it looked quite hi-fi to anurag ..and he asked, with attitude and a swagger,with one hand in his jeans pocket and with the other , pointing stylishly at the machine which was mystifying him,and asked " ive been wondering , what is the purpose of that machine ", deliberately deepening his voiceso he could have an effect...silence for 5 seconds..we all looked in the direction anurag was pointing and the answer came " its a clock , its 3:15 pm , and its PURPOSE is to tell us the time" ....
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Just out of skool, i looked like the typical studious type of kid , yeah another word would be NERD, short hair , wearing specs , always ready with a smile, and having the ability to single handedly steer an interesting conversation into a boring intellectual one ..if anyone would tell me " check that girl out " , my response would be, "yeah, she makes very detailed notes in calculus class "..so, i entered college, geared up to face mean seniors, and Lo , no seniors , nothing ..well, thats coz i reached at around 8 in the morning, college starts at 9 30 ..

anyways, the freshers were directed to a classroom on the second floor..around 50 freshers were present in the class..i was sitting on the first row, just introducing myself and having general small talk wid d folks around, when i noticed the guy sitting behind me, was ridiculing a boy like crazy !! anything the "ridiculee" would say , the "riiculer" would come up with such a funny retort, people around just could'nt stop laughing!! the "ridiculer" was none other than the member of the gang , ravi kumar..he was my first friend in amity ..we instantly got along really well..

we were still seated in class , when a group of seniors, all built and rowdy looking ,entered the class, and shouted, directing their attention to a group of 3 girls " hey u three, follow us" ..there was such menace in their voice, half the class peed in their pants , the rest wanted to use the loo .. then another bunch of seniors came , and took away a group of juniors for ragging ..your mom must have told u stories about how the villagers used to make an offering to the monster, so it would not attack the village , blah blah ..well , we felt like we were being offered to the monster..but then, ravi had an idea..we both went to one corner and the wise ravi said " look , the seniors are on the first floor..they are coming to the second floor and ragging us ..lets do this ..lets go to the first floor , lets go to the floor of the seniors , and walk through , and act confident..if we act like a lion among lions , the lions would'nt notice " ..thats the first and last time i took his advice..we went to the first floor, and strode around , confidently , looking everyone in the eye ..some looked away, thinking we were THEIR seniors..but then, the problem was, we were'nt lions damn it , we were lambs ..and for how long could we keep the facade up ..it was a gamble...either stay in class and get ragged for sure , or take a gamble and take ur chances at escape ..a guy came up to us and asked " which course .??" ..i did not say anything ..ravi said " MBA, 2nd year" .. buzzzz - wrongggg answer ..the guy said " come inside the class buddy .."
ravi retorted confidently " is that the way u talk to your senior??? dont u have any respect ?" ..the guy calmly looked back at us and said " there is no MBA course here ..come inside" he roared..shit ..we were supposed to be scared , but we actually couldnt stop smiling at our stupidity or bravado , watever u call it ..one senior asked me , why the hell were we strolling around on their floor and i honestly told him the reason ....they all started laughing..the gabbar singh kinda laugh ...i said gabbar singh , coz i was made out to be "jai" , and ravi was basanti and we had to dance in front of the class, more seniors kept streaming in, cheering the performance ..i din't have the courage to tell basanti " inn kutton ke saamne mat nachna" , but i can live with that ..then, the song was changed to "babuji zara dheeere chalo " , the yana gupta wala item number , ravi and i had to alternate between singing the song , dancing like yana gupta and being the "bhains"(buffallo) in the song , moving our heads and using our hands as make believe horns ...the crowd was laughing so hard by now , some had tears in their eyes ..all said n done, it was fun... i bet sumthing like this MUST have happened when u were in college ..i would like to read about that and have a laugh at ur expense , just like u r laughing at mine ..
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