Finally, this is the moment….I am standing in front of this heavy wooden door which says.. 
‘ Dean UnderGraduate , IIT Delhi’ ,
our very friendly prof Cherian (don’t worry, sarcasm) , he has after all , finally , after making me wait for a whole week,( and a weekend),…. after literally shouting on  my face
‘ get lost’ ,
‘ i don’t want to listen anything’ ,
 ’ i won’t entertain you until I have that black and white piece of paper.. ‘ …
 and even.. ‘ GO AWAy !! Get LOSt !!! ‘ , given me an appointment, to simply listen to me.
Big deal huh !! what is this black and white piece of paper i m talking about… and why am i so desperate to meet this cherian ?

life is certainly very different for this set of Hari and Ryan, from the the original one…. they are eight pointers after all
while Ryan has already left for his internship cum trip to France ( lucky bastard X-( , i am still stuck here, trying to get that france part into my destiny…. may be for one whole year….
this sem has been full of ups and downs… and the worst part is… it doesn’t seem to be ending…..after the sudden DEATH of Neha (:D) , I was all heart-broken and low… and the half hearted internship effort led me no where… until this exchange programme came… and zoom !! every person with a cgpa of above 8 , had only one thing to discuss… exchange !! after all… it is one semester of sponsored education and travel abroad…. you get to do you semester in a fun filled country… you travel.. you hang out… get black outs.. and still get the credits ‘valued’ by this IIT system …. who wouldn’t want to go there ?
and so after application based shortilisting and then interviews… a list of 30 people was prepared for 25 seats.
Question – who are those 5 unfortunate people who don’t get a seat for their asses ?
Well, good question ,and one of them, until now, had been me
one of those selected 25 had withdrawn… his black and white withdrwal letter in my hand…. and that seat is supposed to be mine now….

” Mr Hari, sir aapko andar bula rahe hain ….”
“ok…”
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and so I went to discuss my future with the most terrible person on earth…. but what became of it ??

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PS : ‘Death’ of Neha is a metaphor.
PS: She stopped giving contributions in story making… and so we decided to kill her character.
PS : we are ready to reincarnate her or get a new character, if anybody is interested.
PS : If anybody interests us.. we will catch hold of her,, without her permission
PS: good night.

“Hari , its long time we have not done anything creative, yaar“..I said while watching the final credits of this amazing movie”Silence Of the Lambs”
“Yeah, see this Dr. Hannibal Lecter , amazing dude , screen presence of 16 mins, and at the end of movie , you remember every expression of his”..
“Yeah , and that game of Quid Pro Quo was awesome ” I said..
A minute of silence …
“Ryan , are you thinking what I am thinking..:
“I think so ..“
“Yeah , lets play Quid Pro Quo..” and we both gave each other a huge high five..
“But, lets do it in a different way”Hari remarked ..
“hmm..Yeah, i have a fantastic idea..lets see how it goes…”I said..

PS: We really got confused with our identities and the characters Hari and Ryan.Therefore we have blacked out certain things.Sorry to all the readers , but somethings are meant to be kept secret but they might be revealed at a later stage …
PS: This post was written without talking to each other even once, we wanted to be perfect..but it did not actually turned out “Quid Pro Quo” as we could not think of something interesting that we did not know about each other
PS: Finally our apologies to the one who has been shown in the small PIC
PS: This idea of choosing a random person came totally out of the blue, actually out of a confusion.
PS: And this idea of using print screens and snipping tools finally taught us Microsoft Paint…
PS: There are number of errors in this post. We didn’t correct them to maintain the originality of the scraps.
PS: After this whole affair , we were in dilemna whether to inform this person or not about our misadventure. Finally after lots of discussion, we decided to be good boys.. {actually we were afraid of any acquaintances she might have}

So here is the thing ,

Rehaan has completely transformed into Ryan , but there is this girl named Sheena (remember ? ), in front of whom Mr. Dude is somehow forced to shed the hard earned mask of Ryan , and becomes the same old mama’s boy-Rehaan . Infact , he has a personal diary in which he writes about Sheena , and guess what , he shows it nobody ( not even me , asshole! ). I just happen to know only one thing , that the things he imagine about Sheena ,he writes them in a way as if he is narrating them ( weird ! sometimes i wonder whether i have a tendency to make lunatic friends ). Why he imagines the things , i have no clue …( may be he does not have guts to do the things he imagine ..but that logic also fails since he is Ryan !!!) ..
So how did they meet each other , i do not know much. According to him , they met in a bus when they were going back to their hometown ( worth mentioning is the fact that Sheena and Ryan were in the same school till 10th , but then Ryan ( He was Rehaan then ..) was like a complete mummy’s boy (exactly , I told na – Rehaan, ” hehe” ) , always immersed in studies , shying away from girls ( why man !!) and complete devotion to Saraswati Mata…Later , Ryan went to Chandigarh for his JEE studies and got into IIT whereas Sheena ( what did she do after 10 ?? Ryan never told me ..) is now in NIFD ( damn hot college man ..!!).So , coming back to the point , in that bus trip , Ryan met Sheena for the first time , actually , and they talked whole night ( just talked ?? I doubt ). After that , it has been a constant headache for me , Ryan talking to Sheena on phone , Sheena talking to him  , Ryan’s Gtalk always pinged by sheena and vice – versa and when you ask Ryan about it ,

” Come on ! I am not like you Hari , you have a girlfriend Neha ..I don’t ..Do i look like someone who would be intersted in girls ?? “
“na na .. not at all ,its not ur mistake , may be you have some biological defect , u know ….. “

And so , one day , by chance , when Ryan was hiding his personal diary  , some pages fell out of it with ryan failing to observe it ( good for me ) and when he went to toilet , i jabbed onto them and started reading ( now do not blame me ,  you would have done exactly the same , considering that Ryan treats his personal diary as a National Treasure )  ..
So here is an interesting snippet from RYAN ‘S DIARY !!

” CCD or Barista ? “
” You decide , both mean pretty much same to me ...”
This was going on for 10 mins. now , and still they were coming to the same conclusion ,” you decide …” …
Finally ,they chose Barista for their first official date ..they have been going together with friends , but this was the first time they would be going alone together …
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Now Come on Ryan , i know you write in third person about you and Sheena in your diary , but you also imagine things ?? I thought that was a mere speculation of mine , ryan is a weirdo ,ryan is a weirdo ….hehe

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” Ok, then decided ..Barista ..6:00..i will pick you up at the roundabout in front of your college ..” Ryan said finally putting an end to the conversation ..
“done “
At precisely , 8:00 that day ..Ryan was at the given location on his bike( which he had borrowed from his friend..)
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Comeon  , i deserve to be mentioned here , “which he had borrowed from Hari “
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he was not at all disappointed to see that Sheena was not there….
At about 8:15 , he saw someone rushing toward him ..
” Sorry , i am extremely sorry …i got late ..”
“Make up ?”
” yeah , of course “
” I should get accustomed to it now ..I am already accustomed waiting for messages on net ..”
and with a smile on their faces , they were on their way to Barista for their first date…

Sheena was looking gorgeous in her pink top that had words ‘Les Femme ‘ written over it , her light blue purse and Denim jacket were the perfect accessories , the makeup after all had served its purpose ..
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Sheena  must have looked smoking hot !! that’s why Ryan did not show any anger , other wise , on Gtalk he is always fuming over her delays in replies..
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“So , is this your first date ? i mean ,mujhse pehle kitni aur ?” she said blushingly drinking her extra large cold cofee with ice cream…
“ Kafin hain !! ” Ryan replied prompltly..
and they both erupted in laughter over the silliness of both the ques. and answer …
Sheena was the one who was starting most of conversations ..
” What do you think of our school days ?”
” Whom did you like most at school ?”
” What do you like about me ?”

” school days were fine , studies for most times …
” not anyone in particular , everyone ..
” well , you are a nice girl and good friend ..

and this was going on for quite some time …
Sheena was thinking with what sort of guy has she come ..he was energetic in groups , quite active but today he is only replying to my ques. and that too only with one liners , not one word more not one word less…may be he is shy , may be he is not open or may be he is too nervous ..
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I am also thinking the same way , is he really the Ryan i know ? shy , introvert , nervous ?? Why is he ruining his first hypothetical date??..
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“ I have been asking you questions for quite some time now and you are only replying , why don’t you ask me something ?” Sheena asked , getting little frustrated now ..
” hmm..Which is your favourite novel ?”
” How are your studies going ? “
” When are your exams starting ?you must have prepared well ?“

Shit!! Sheena thought ..is this guy insane ? these are the things to talk on first date ? am i here with a moron , with a stupid ..may be he is not shy ..He is a stupid .. he must be thinking of Dan Brown , or my exams ..Whatever !!..
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RYAN !! RYAN!! RYAN!!
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After one hour , when apparently it seemed Sheena was thorougly bored ,and the answers to each others ques. were merely reduced to Yes and No , She decided it was time to go …
” Lets go somewhere else ..”
” ok ..”
He was sitting in same posture as he was before…
Sheena was dumbstruck ..”so he is not even going to pay the bill now… you bastard , son of a bitch “..
eventually , she called waiter for bill and took three hundred rupee notes from her purse ..still there were no reactions from Rehaan….at this point , she was fuming now..
” I have come with an ulti kanjus .. he didn’t even have this much etiquettes to even ask once to pay the bill.and this is our first date ..

“I have to use loo , wait for me near motocycle ” he told her when they were going out ..
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Seriously man ! this is getting to my nerves now , what is Ryan trying to prove ?? i have to read it complete now …no comments in between ..
btw ,How would be Sheena feeling at that time ..Give her a knife , and get back Ryan’s blood , i suppose ..
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“What will riya , twinkle think ? they will laugh at me when i will tell them ..i had been talking to them about this for so much time now ..only for this ..” she was talking to herself when she saw Ryan coming ..

” So want to go anywhere else …?”Ryan asked.
“So that you can have more free stuff , so that you can bore me with further..” Sheena thought to herself..
“umm..naah , have to complete an assignment plus exams are also near …” She said , thinking about Ryan’s questions..
“Ok“
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What is happening? i know this only a hypothetical date , on a piece of paper , but it is still a date !!
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“Bye , Ryan , it was a great time with you ” she was saying the customary farewell words upon reaching her hostel ..
“yeah , same here …“

as she turned and started to move towards her hostel , Ryan called her and went upto her……
he took three ‘hundred rupee’ notes from his purse , the same notes which she had paid for the bill and handed them to her ..on the three notes was written..

Sheena , you are the most beautiful girl i have ever met ..

Just your presence makes me feel forget about anything else ..

Sheena , i love you ..

” so you have wasted my 300 rupess ” … almost instinctively ,  they both kissed each other..

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Now , that’s my  friend Ryan !! First date (hypothetical though ) , and we have a mundane conversation ,  girl paying the bill , a proposal and a kiss !! all on first date ..The best first date i have read on paper ….i wonder how long will it only be on paper…

PS : This was already in Ryan blogs , but we modified it a lot to suit our needs ..
PS : A lot of confusion might arise , considering the different personalites in which Hari and Ryan are shown ..We are considering only this post at the moment , and not about the overall story..

PS: There were conflicts between Ryan and Hari on how it should end , An alternate ending for this post is …

Now , that’s my  friend Ryan !! First date , and we have a mundane conversation ,  girl paying the bill , a proposal and a kiss !! all on first date ..The best first date i have read on paper …Sheena must have been swept of her feet by the sudden change of events .This guy does everything different ..May be i could have also paced things up a little bit with Neha and had not waited for chirping birds and a sun rise for our first kiss…  

PS: Another conflict was on Hari’s Reaction when Ryan had described Sheena , an alternate reaction could be…

“The world will live in harmony…… Show them to me…. “(you will understand this joke if u have heard that song.)
Sheena  must have looked smoking hot !! that’s why Ryan did not show any anger , other wise , on Gtalk he is always fuming over her delays in replies..

PS : We hope , humour is back !
PS : Happy Reading ..

“Putting back the value of x into original equation, we could obtain y and then the rest of the problem seems to be ok. But what about the remaining problems, what about this probability question, it seems to be too complex… how am i going to relate these union of two sets to intersection of other two, and this calculus problem, is this optimization alright? can maxima be achieved?…”

“Wake up Rehaan! We are almost there…“

“What ! yeah mom...”

I never realized i had been sleeping since i finished reading “Five Point Someone” by Chetan Bhagat for 10th time and was sweating heavily… sweat not from the sun outside, but from my dream of solving the JEE mathematics paper again ( I was sufficiently good in mathematics, infact better than many, but cannot stop these dreams from coming). I was  reading FPS for one last time before taking a dive into the vast world of IIT Delhi. Yes, i had cracked JEE this year with a rank of 40 (despite all these dreams throughout two years) and took Computer Science and was now sitting in the back seat with mom and Dad in front seats of car ..

Outside the window, i could see the hustling and bustling crowds of Delhi. It was 8:30 in morning , we had started at 3:00 in the morning from our home town ( too early , i suppose )and i was too excited to sleep , so picked up this amazing and strange book …

Looking outside,  i rewinded my life of past two years…

It had been a tough journey all these two years , staying away from parents in a hostel in Chandigarh , constant study for most of the time , sometimes more than 12 hours a day , uni directional focus ,dedication to the subjects,  tensions of faring well in tests at tuitions , FIITJEE and Brilliant’s test series and everything that a student does to crack JEE and then came the day..the D – day as most of my friends put it, the day when we were supposed to sit for JEE . I recalled how i could not sleep the night before , thinking about the exam , how i woke up ( from whatever little sleep i was able to get . Surprisingly , i did not dream that day) and did some problems of mathematics to activate those grey cells inside me ..

The six hours went well , and i was able to solve most of the problems and was confident of securing a good rank. The Dreams are after all just Dreams !

And then finally , the result came ..

Feelings and emotions at seeing the numerical 40 on the white screen of computer could not be described in words ..most of my friends were able to get through and everything seemed to be a fairytale at that moment … How i thanked all the relatives , received all the congrats with a smile on my face ( that emulated  the smile of scientists in the NCERT books )..

Now that the aim had been realized , and i got the stream which i wanted ( actually not wanted , the stream which was considered best ..no idea of choice )  it was time to gather some information about this grand institute ..most of the surfing on net , labelled it as the premier institute in under graduate studies , one of the best in India . ( no new thing , already knew that before ..though each new line saying the same thing was a delight to read ..)

and then i came across this book , “FPS” in short by an IIT alumni and what a book ! the whole foundations of a perfect institute , where students go -> study in classes -> come back and study themselves -> have good sleep -> and then same routine .. were shaken . One of the character , Ryan , caught my attention like no other …His persona was entirely different from me ,not a bit of data comprising our brains was similiar ,  but i was fascinated by his cool , surprised by his attitude towards girls , horrified by his actions ..and vowed to myself never to emulate him ( Later I realized , that vow was never made  …)

While thinking all this , i never realized the relativity of time. Before me were written those majestic words “Indian Institiute of Technology Delhi” in gold over a black marble plate . How i dream t ( other than my math dreams) to be in this institute and now everything was turning into a reality … The guard was quickly frisking away the vehicles and i was also surprised to see the long line of cars in front of us ( So many people got selected ??)

We had reached IIT Main gate by 9 , one hour before the scheduled time for room allotment . I was allotted Aravali hostel , oldest of all the hostels here ( was little disappointed not to get Kumaon , the hostel where Ryan , Hari and alok had done all those great things )..

We reached Aravali after traveling a good 1.4 Kms from the Main Gate , and to my surprise , the list of room partners was already put there ..i had been assigned with someone called Harman Roy from Gwalior ..He had got Electrical and  had not turned up till now.. Our room was on the top floor D-6( the room that you will realize later , will have many anecdotes to narrate )…
” Ok , Rehaan , go and do the paperwork with your Dad and i will clean up and set this room ” as we reached to out room ..
” sure , mom “

So , i went down and filled various forms ..it was great to see so many smiling faces around , the faces which were going to be embedded in my memory forever ( So i thought ) ..
All of sudden ,pushing others aside ,  a tall and lanky boy came running towards the admission desk , where i was filling my forms ..
(panting)” Is the registration over ?..“
“What’s your name ?”
” Harman Roy ..“

**ENOUGH OF REHAAN  , HARI TAKES YOU BACK IN TIME -(a little ) AT 6AM **

“HARI!!! It’s almost time , why do you want to be late everywhere ? May be if we reach a little early, you might get a good room….” , shouted my mom.

My mom thinks going on a registration before time might help you to get a room of your choice and more importantly a roommate. To be very honest , i wanted to avoid all that ‘ decision making stuff done by my mom and nanaji viz this ones east facing , this one seems to be bigger , there is good sunlight here in this one….and ya …that guy seems to be descent , not very broad or tall , he has a military background…must be drinking…avoid!(shit!) he is too strong for you – might beat you to death if you argue and the list goes on…. , ‘ and so i wished that IIT had already done that little bit of decision making for me.

Well , Hi , I am Harman Roy , aka Hari , having my breakfast at my Nanaji’s house before leaving for Indian Institute of Technology , Delhi , the college in which I have gained a seat for myself in Electrical Engineering. I remember the day when the results were out , when i had entered my roll no. to see what , people say , only one percent of the applicants are able to see

Qualified for Counselling.

All India Rank : 158

“Okay!Whew!”, was my reaction to the computer screen.I was glad having made it , rather relaxed. What else can you expect from a guy , who had literally burnt his ass for two long years!!

I was supposed to be happy but ,to be very frank , i was not, nor was i sad , rather -  i was blank , something long and assuming a very prominent part in my life had ended , as if a person in a race has finally reached the goal , which , to his surprise , turns out to be a maze , little does he know what his next goal is , and may be he was better earlier – running , thinking and doing something.

After the results , i realized one more thing , IITs have certainly got big name . Soon , I was in local newspapers of my small town , Gwalior ,  didn’t know burning your ass can take you to the front pages!!!

Then like most other people , having no particular interest whatsoever , i opted for electrical engineering , going by the trends of previous years , in IIT DELHI , mainly because quite a lot of my family members lived there , and I , somehow , had an inclination towards the only IIT in a metro , the one on which there was a famous book titled – Five Point Someone.

“ARAVALI” , shouted the guard to his counterpart , as I told him the hostel we were heading to , at the gates of IIT . Security was supposed to be good because IITs are ‘ a high security zone , of national importance and blah blah…’ but they didn’t bother to check the luggage i was carrying, in short – welcome to a government institute of national importance.Ha!

After some 1.5 Kms ride , we reached my hostel , and I could not have expected it to be anymore terrible and rickety.If i start whining about it , i won’t be able to live here , i thought and decided to search for something good and
wow!!!

A list was already put up , assigning us our rooms and room partners. I was more happy than i was on the day of result and even more after seeing my mom’s reaction to it… hehe.

“ D-6 , with some Rehaan Gupta ” , my mom read it to me as if I couldn’t.

“Why does my boy get a room on the top floor when there are so many rooms on the ground ” , my mom went shouting to the warden.

“Its fine madam , it won’t hurt your child if he has to travel three floors of stairs a couple of times in a day” , he replied eying me with a grim look on his face.

Now from where do I come in between ?

“Mom its okay , seriously , rather good, see the positive side of it , the ample sunlight , you know the winters of Delhi , don’t you? “, i convinced my mom getting nervous by the look of the warden.

“And what about the roommate, which department is he in ? ” , she asked.

“Computer Science” , i replied rather mechanically.

“Good” (I hate this notion), she said finally gaining trust on the allotted room and the roomie.

After strolling in the common room, enjoying the snacks – most common and particular of government offices – samosas , for about 20 minutes , I realized that only 5 minutes were left to the closing time for registration.

They cannot be strict about the time. I said to myself.

But why in the name of God ,should I give them a chance to throw me out of the college this soon….

And I ran to the Room , more commonly known as TV room , upstairs and panting I asked to the person on the desk ( the caretaker)

” Is the registration over ?..”

“What’s your name ?”

” Harman Roy ..”

To my relief I did the necessary paperwork ,meanwhile my mom had gone upstairs to see and arrange the room.I checked the list of people who had already arrived , and my eyes stopped on the name they were searching..

“Hi , I am Rehaan , AIR 40 , ur roommate “ , I almost jumped off the ground at this sudden and weird introduction.So here he was , the person I have to share my room with. Of an average build , almost like mine , specky and more importantly extremely happy and excited .

“Hi , I am Harman ” ,said I ,straining every muscle on my face as hard as I can to smile ,( had my AIR been better than 40 , I vd have surely added that in my intro ).

“Err…AIR ? ”

Fuck him!

“158 ” .

And that’s how Rehaan and Harman met  , little did they know that they were Ryan and Hari in the making.

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PS: Not in the same league , as the previous two , but  a good starting …

PS:We have tried to cut down the humour , as every chapter cannot be same …

PS: Two Authors , little problem of synchronization is there … suggestions are more than welcome.

PS : Attempts have been made to give character insights.

PS: We shall most certainly use the f* word in our every post.

PS : Chapters are in no way continuous..

PS: Happy Reading…

“And here goes maggu once again..”

After that , we started reading our religious sermons ( our hukka notes ) , when all of sudden , breaking the momenatarily silence in the room , this happened..

“Sheena is ONLINE!!! ” declared Ryan . The excitement on his face was equivalent of alok obtaining a dassi ..
“Sahi…bring it on.. ‘dirty babe…You see..” was my reaction

” shit man!! You guys had your Gtalk logged in ..fuck you both , now don’t you dare start the conversation with sheena  “..too late,  Ryan had already typed that monosyallabic “hi” .

“waise what is going on between you and Sheena.?” i asked looking towards Ryan
“Nothing..We are just good friends .….”
“and why do u say that… ?”
“because we are , you dumbo !!….”
“Anyway .. if u have not yet observed… she has already added me in her ‘ friend list ‘…..
“You lusty creature…. aren’t u satisfied with  your girlfriend named Neha?”
“Hey! don’t bring her into all this and don’t change the topic my dear friend….”

“Alright.. then lets try something different today… u wanna talk to her…. want her gtalk id?”
“u know my answer.”
“okay…. note it down and add her in ur list..but i’ll be doing the chatting from ur id”
“WHAT THE HELL !!! and may i know the reason behind??”
” yeah…fun …and u’ll be doing it from my id… get ready dude…”
“hehehe……I am..

” maggu!! even you can enjoy sometimes….anyway , we start with sheena in our new avatars…” said Ryan to Alok who was now all absorbed in the course material.
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me: hey !
glad you accepted the request
i had to fight with Ryan
to get your id
sheena: 4 wat??
okies..so atlast u won…
me: yep , it seems to be
sheena: hmmm….so wat all rishwat did u giv 2 him….
me: nahi khaas nahi
maine bhi us pe bahut ehsaan kiye hain

sheena: u knw  once ..even i had 2 fight wd him….
so dat i cud knw ur story…about u and neha….bt i lost
me: ahaaa…..he is a good friend
why did you want to know my story ?
oh Ryan is also online
are you chating with him also ?
sheena: yupp…
me: sahi hai , with how many people or rather boys  can you chat at one instant ?
sheena: hehe…….waise the two of u have almost the same way of talking…. its weird actually… i hope u two are not playing games….
me: you mean we are both alike ?
well to clarify it i have a girlfriend , but us bechare ki abhi tak koi nahi hai!!
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“what the hell are you writing? i don’t roam around exclaiming about a girlfriend… don’t put my character that..”
“Shut up….don’t disturb me…just see….i have to bring her to that topic….”
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me: and he does not want one !!
sheena: hezz mad……
he ll spend all his lyff wid stupid teleseries…
me: haan
he watches a lot of them

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” We all watch them , how else would we seee Robin “

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sheena: iitians r really crazy abt al such stuff
me: but i know deep down he wants someone , that’s why he watched tele series related to love
what ?
don’t you dare to generalize…..
sheena: hmmm..dats true…
leave it….
me: iitians are the smartest dudes on this planet !!
sheena: they are neither smart and talking about dude…. hahaha….
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“Kill her Ryan… kill her… bring her to iit… and throw her off the insti roof…. i’ll do the murder part…”,said Alok… from nowhere…
“yeah yeah …..definitely ….why not..lekin pehle , ther are small things we need to know  “
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me: naah
sheena: so yr wass dis suspense related 2 ur story….
me: well , i think we are not yet that good freinds yet ,
no offence
but lets chat , if we get along well , i will surely tell you
i hope you can understand
sheena : ohk…fynn wid it….
na na..m ok….evn ryan also didnt trust me…
me: kyun ?
trust as in ?
sheena: i dnt knw…bt he really gets afraid bfore tellin me nythin..dats why i quit….
me: he he
afraid !
yeh toh nahi ho sakta
sheena: yeah….
why???????????
me: there is nothing to be afraid about.
sheena: may b i cud tel it 2 sum1 else…..
me: matlab ?
sheena: oh nthin….
me: see , there is a code of conduct (developed by me and Ryan only ) that we do not ask everything from each other nor tell everyhting , like certain details about my story i have not told him so if you are afraid ki i will tell him , then you are probably wrong.
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“you surely are a devil’s son….”i said as i patted his back.
“Thanks..”  he said winking.
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sheena: but dr must b sum1 wid whom u share al dose detalis also…
me: well ,in this case , i think a female friend is much better
as she can understand certain compplexities better
sheena: yupp…

me:
sheena: same wid gals…gals think dt boyss wil nvr spill it out…
dats why ma best friends r guyss
me: is ryan one of them ?
asking in general ..
sheena: no no…ryan is a gud frend f mine….v started talkin a few months back only….

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“ha ha ..you asshole , and you say she likes you “

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me: hmm
sheena: hmmm
me: so something more about you , that i need to know for future reference ..

sheena: hmm..
u cn ask wat u wanna knw????
me: nahi , nothin specific
sheena: nai…if u wana ask dn…
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“what the hell…. seems like we have to ask something…. its so bugging..”
“oye try the barney question….”
“seems to be a nice idea….”
“what!! are you nuts??? she will slap you from gtalk….”
“C’mon man.. lets try… whats the harm.. its not your id…..”
“yeah… it is my id…… and let me decide…well she is a stranger to me…..so basically i don’t care..
its upto u two…”
” lets try it out…”
“alright…..”
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me: for instance , are you a virgin ?

just kiddin
(after waiting for one complete minute)

sorry , if you have taken that rudely
but that was a ques that barney asks in one of the episodes of HIMYM
so it si very funny to those who watch HIMYM
but i suppose , you are not into tele sereis
so tumhe shayad bura laga hao
sorry
u thr?
chal , i should probably say this to ryan , he can explain it to you
bye from this side

PS : i don’t think hari , ryan ,alok and neha need any introduction. However priya is the class topper….i think u can imagine her.

PS: times have changed and hari alok and ryan are 8 pointers.

PS: hukka is our term for humanities courses…courses like sociology and psychology.

PS: Hari told this incident to neha… even she thought it was disgusting.

PS:Sheena immediately removed Hari from her friend list , like most girls would have done .Sheena and Ryan are still very good friends …

“We are the biggest morons in this whole world, making this damn assignment on the eve of Rendezvous. Are we mechanical robots programmed to make these infinitely long assignments when hot chicks are roaming the campuses of IIT Delhi on these rarest of the rare days? Are we not supposed to have any fun? Give me AK – 47 , RDX , Grenades and load me with this full ammunition and i will blow all these professors in single go , for the greater good of humanity , I am sure students will make temples on my name “….. I fumed, seeing the mammoth assignment in front of me

Situation: It was 17 September and rendezvous initial events had already started. All the qualifying stages were going on for which chicks from Gargi, SRCC, Miranda were in IIT campus, but we had to complete this CSL211 assignment whose deadline was 12 o’ clock . It was 11 then, and I still had one hour but i was in no mood to do this further. Thinking about these thoughts, simulated another type of reactions in my brain where dismal grades were laughing at me. So I sat down in front of my laptop, and started moving my mechanical hands over the keyboard. After nearly an hour..i was finally done with it and so i started my conquest to find someone ! Surprisingly everyone was busy doing LAN Gaming.

“What has happened to all the world? Are their taste buds for fun jammed ?” and after some more efforts ,  Hari came to my mind enjoying with Neha ( how could he enjoy , when i am rotting here )..
” Hari , i am coming ” I said to myself with a grin on my face that would have beaten Heath ledger for the role of joker ( last line is a joke , as heath ledger is God )

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” Hey guys ! so enjoying in this chilling and wet night ” They were startled by my unexpected question ( The look on hari’s face gave me the pleasure i wanted )  as i sat with them holding my cup of Nescafe at Insti Nesci . So i joined a group of 4 , two guys and two gals ( I think my entry into group disturbed the equation a little bit , but who cares ) Neha and Hari , Jayesh and Tanu ( the use of successive ‘ands’ have saved my one line that would have been wasted in describing their relations ),  were sitting under the umbrella in one secluded corner of the Nesci( what were they doing in this dark place ? i so want you to read my thoughts now ).

“Guys this is Ryan . One of my better friends in here ” Hari said in a voice that was barely audible .

“Actually best friend !” I interrupted ” and you must have heard a lot about me from Hari , i suppose “

“Excuse us please “  Hari took me to one corner  .

“Thank god! You came,this night is damn boring , may be now we can have some fun .”

“Why that expression and reaction ?” i said

“That was to tell Neha, that I have not invited you . “

Shit ! how did i always end up helping this stupid .

” Man ! it is damn boring . It seems Tanu is suffering from some problem in which she cannot speak much ( ” he he ” ) and i am yet to decipher what Jayesh is ..that guy seems to have created a world of his own , and Neha ..She is good. “

” Ah! Dumbo cannot say a word against his Lady ! .” “.let us see and do not worry , now that i have come , we will rock ” I said with full enthusiasm as we were going back towards the table .

” So hari told me , you guys are having fun ” I said in a little high voice as we joined them on the table .

” Yeah , it is good . IIT campus is huge ( ha  , lesser mortals ) and it is such a lovely place ” neha said .

” Well said , lady ” I had already made up my mind to use lady for Neha . ” And what about you Tanu “

” It is ok ” she said barely moving her lips .

” Just ok ?”

” It is good “

” Just good ?” i was prompting her to say more

” Yeah.. “

” So you enjoying here ?”

” Yeah..”

Hari was right , she was suffering from some disease and I think her black nails , and tribal hair are symptoms of this terrible disease .

” So , Jayesh what’s up ?”

” Man , this is cool ! i am enjoying here to ma core “

” Yo ! ” I said in as much animated fashion as possible.

So after , these formalities i turned myself to Neha , as she was the one with whom i wanted to talk most .

” So you and Hari met first time in coaching center , right ?”

Ha ! Hari must be wondering what i am doing ..

” Yeah , he was the topper in our coaching class ” Neha said

” Yeah , he is good at many things , you have experienced one ..sooner or later you will experience others ( I hope , she understands what i mean )”

” Ok Ryan ! Enough of your talking ” Hari interuppted ( i think he understood what i meant )

” Let us play something ” Neha said ..( ok , toh hari and his lady are aiding each other ! good .As usual , Tanu was mum and Jayesh was busy listening to his Ipod doing ” yo ! yo !)

” Well , i suggest we play Truth and Dare ” i said ( Although this is the most monotonous and boring game , as everyone knows what other person would ask , but as i could not ask them certain direct questions, so i decided to invoke this game )..

” Yeah , it would be fun ” Hari said ( Poor hari ! , stepped into quicksand !!)

So we rotated the pen that i had in my pocket ( what else do you expect from an IITian , a Malboro ?)  and the  stupid pen after overcoming the friction of table , stopped at Tanu . Shit ! if the Frictional coefficient of table was little greater , it would have stopped at Neha , which i wanted , now since it had stopped at Tanu , i wanted to give her a dare ” to speak and speak and speak ) but it was Jayesh who gave her the tuth ques ..

” Who is your favourite actor ?” ( shit !! nuts !)
” umm…Sean Penn ( Actor with smallest number of alphabets in name!! )
” ok guys ! move it one more time ” I said ending any discussion that would have started by Tanu’s answer .The pen after 3 – 4 rotations stopped at Hari .( ok , this would be interesting !) and before anybody could speak a word , i jumped and

“So Mr. Hari , who’s your present crush ?”

( A million dollar smile on my face , and half a penny frown on Hari )

” umm…i guess Neha ..”

” oh ho ! What’s your opinion lady “

” Well , the pen has not stopped on me !!” she said blushingly .

Well , this girl surely have some brains !

So after some more rounds , in which Neha asked me about my present crushes but had to listen to half a dozen of Hollywood Actresses , we had to listen to Jayseh’s ” Show me the Meaning ” and Tanu’s silence. Surprisingly , the pen never stopped at Neha , as though she knew the polarity of pen and had given herself the same polarity , the pen always seemed to be repel her.

“Guys , let us go to AIIMS , there is a dance party going over there , and AIIMS dance parties are always sizzling ” I proposed.

” In this rain ?”Neha asked .

” He would do anything to go there as his girlfriend had come there to meet him for the first time“hari interuppted.

So, dumbo cannot keep his tongue inside ..

” Ah ! do you really believe him ..Girlfriend and Me ..north pole and south pole.. Rakhi Sawant and Mika…all belong to same category “

” Ok , then why do you chat with her for so long “,said hari.

” How am i supposed to pass time , when you are on phone for so long “

(this would shut him up for some time as he understood things are not heading towards the right direction )

” Wait a min ! let me get a coffee ” hari said .

That left me and Neha alone for some time ..

” So you did not answer my ques “i said

” about what ?”

“about your opinion on hari .”

” well , the pen never stopped at me !“

” Oh damn that stupid game , i am asking you directly ” i said

” uhmm…hari ..”

“So , what are you talking ” Hari interuppted sipping his cofee .

Damn you hari ! you just destroyed your own cause today . This loser will always mess up things , it was perfect moment and this dumbo spoiled it , how am i supposed to help him ??

” Nothing , we were just talking and Ryan was telling me about IIT life ” Neha said with a smile on her face .

I agreed with a nodding head .

So we left IIT campus , and started moving towards AIIMS .

After walking a good 800 mts , we sat around a bus stop for some time.

*****Ok you have heard enough of Ryan’s version , and i cannot let

him continue now as the remaining part is special to me(hari) , so i want

that in my way ****

“Okay…how about ‘The most embarrasing moment.’..everyone will tell about….”

“Hahaha..no dude..c’mon…“,said an asshole from amongst us before I (Hari )could complete ….

“why not , Hari…you do the honours first...”,added Ryan.

Ah great….thankyou ryan for supporting me…but it no longer seems to be a good idea…I want neha to speak..but here I am….doing the talking again.

“ahhh….well…nothing THAT embarrasing yet….”

THAT? I should have rather said THIS.

“but..whenever i think of it there is this one incident which always comes to my mind.Its not exactly embarrasing….rather more on the funny side…and it has happened twice … my trousers got stuck in the head of some nail which was crossing its boundaries and the result was, in both the cases , terrible and what made it terrible was that it happened infront of a girl.”

Shit man! I could not have been more pathetic.Why is eveything seeming to be so difficult, so forced?

“So thats it , who’s next ,Neha ?”

she was thinking… but she surely needed a bit more attention than that.With a mix of plea and threat in my eyes I looked towards Ryan ,but before he could release the gathered air in the form of sound ..

“is that jeep slowing down? ” interrupted jayesh.

Great!! Dude must be thinking that he broke the silence and great again!!

We have a Delhi Police Jeep stopping right infront of us.I guess it is not descent to sit on a bus-stop at 2 am in the morning that too with girls.

The policemen , chewing his paan , pointed toward Ryan with a thick , fat Danda(stick) and asked him to come near jeep
“Yes sir ” , asked Ryan going towards the Jeep.
“What are you people doing here ?Do you have any idea of the time ?”
Ryan , with his back upright and in the most sophisticated manner , “Sir , we are from Indian Institute of Technology . Our College cultural fest is going on and right now we were heading towards AIIMS’ cultural fest ,Pulse . We got tired walking , so decided to rest for sometime “
The driver who was driving the jeep suddenly woke up and like a perfect Chamcha () ” Sir ji , i know these english brats . they do nothing but feed on their father’s money . now also they must be coming from local club after drinking “
Policemen ,now getting a little firm ” Do you have ID cards for your verification ?”
” yes sir , here is my ID card . Rehaan Gupta, Computer Science student , IITD and all of us are carrying our ID cards “

I checked in my pocket and (one more time) great!!! i have forgotten my ID card in my room . How could i do that ? how could i always end up messing everything and why did ryan have to say that we all have our ID cards .

” No , its OK . But do not sit here , either start moving towards AIIMS or go back towards your IIT “
“Yes sir .”

whoosh ! thank God he did not ask for ID , otherwise we would have ended in a real mess.

And so the jeep went away and with it my desire to start or even get involved in any conversation.

And so the jeep went away and with it , my desire to start a conversation or even get involved in one. All of a sudden, I felt tired and exhausted. It had been a hectic week after all. Rendezvous marketing had failed, which meant that the efforts and the hope continued until the last moment. Back this morning, I had bunked a lecture to visit an office in Okhla in the hope of a last moment deal. Don’t know what became of it , because all the talks were handed over to coordinators after the initial stages. Furthermore , may be as a penance to its failure , the marketing team had decided to help out the infra guys , and so each one of us were assigned certain stalls , and it was our responsibility to see if they had access to basic infra , and that the deliverables promised to them were met.

I had been given Career Launcher ( with an old lady manager ) and Ryan got mobile Store ( with some 21 aged hot chick , lucky bas****).The whole of afternoon and evening had gone in these not so interesting affairs , until Neha had called up to inform that they are gonna turn up to watch group dance. They did come and brought heavy rains with them and so the GD stood postponed. What this meant was, from 6 pm to 6 am , she was with me , thanks to the long distance. I was obviously excited about it, and may be , associated rather large chunks of hope with this one night. It did not seem that bad in the beginning. Despite the rains , i showed them the whole IIT campus , had a pizza in Slice of Italy , but then , when there was no other option and we had to talk, we had been falling short of words. May be, it was because all four of us were from different background. The gelling between me and Neha was fine, (obviously), but the presence of other two had made it difficult, we were finding it hard to come to our usual ways …. And then at the Nesci ,  Ryan had joined us , and that had made the things only a little better .
Because  of , perhaps no reason at all , this night was not turning out into what it was expected to be…..

“Hey!  What are you thinking?  You haven’t said anything for a long time “, came a sweet voice from my side.

Startled , i looked towards Neha .I didn’t even realize that we had walked all the way from the bus-stop to the IIT campus , and were heading towards Director’s lobby , a nice and cozy place to sit.

“Err… nothing , was just feeling a bit tired and…i guess sleepy “, i said forcibly yawning. With so many things going in your mind , You just cannot feel sleepy.

“then may be you should go to your room and have some sleep.”

“Oh c’mon…!!“

We had reached the lobby , Ryan , it seems had lost all hopes and was laid flat on the floor , all prepared to fall asleep , the other guy was half laid on a sofa , Neha sat beside him , and I sat on floor with tanu at some distance.

Everyone was quite.

‘This is it.I have to do something.Rendezvous is a bullshit annual program.Dunno what lies ahead in the third year , if it has to happen , it has to happen tonight.‘ ,i shouted but to myself.May be these words were not enough for me to make some noise , i sat , waiting ,for the right time , while continuously looking towards Neha , right into her eyes. She was , as always , avoiding the eye contact , looking down ,  here and there , doing the usual talking to Jayesh….but then …in that one beautiful moment , our eyes met.

I didnt take away my eyes off from hers , nor did she. We kept staring at each other…i could see through her eyes….both of us wanted to say something to each other…and our eyes were doing that for us…for the creatures with glued tongues.

“I want to get out of here… just you and me..I want to be with you….” i looked into her eyes.

“I so much want to.. please take me out of here… do something.. lets go somewhere else…“ she looked back.

and , understanding this newly discovered ( or rather invented) eye -language ,we stood ,slowly ,and walked out of the lobby.

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“I am so sorry….you came all the way to IIT….but these stupid rains….you didn’t get to see anything..”

“No…its okay….its completely fine..i thought the night out would be fun…dunno why is everybody acting so dull….”

“yeah…I am sure you will agree with me that Ryan , you and I have been trying to enjoy… but u know…”

“hmmm….”

“As a matter of fact , Ryan and I shared a view that your friend tanu…..err….is suffering from some tribal disease, tribal because of her hair style and nail polish and disease because it seems tha she cannot speak….much…hahaha”

“If she gets to know about it … she is sure gonna kill you… ” she said laughing.

“waise what is between the two of them , I mean jayesh and tanu..”

“Nothing…they are just friends..“

“JUST friends? I love this word – ‘just’..” said I , grinning.

“okay okay….a little more than that..may be… I don’t know…whatever!!“

“HOLYSHIT!!!!” , I almost shouted.Up ahead in some distance were two lovebirds snogging each other like crazy ,leaning against a wall.I was glad my voice didn’t disturb the two souls.

“Oh no !!! she is Rita … and that guy… I think or I rather hope is Harshit” ,she whispered trying hard not to look at them.

Rita is a close friend of Neha , and she is in a serious relationship with some guy called Harshit.

“Ohk!! Lets go in that direction ” ,and we started moving in the opposite direction , leaving the couple alone.

“”So“” , said both of us in unison and laughed.

I took out my cell phone to see it was 5 am. We had been talking and walking for an hour.All of a sudden , a new kind of chemistry was developing between the two of us.May be , unknowingly , Rita and Harshit had served my cause.

The Sun was all set to bestow light on the dark IIT campus , and it was then , when the sun was Crimson Red , that I saw Neha (not for the first time obviously ) and

“you look so beautiful” , I didn’t realize that I actually said that.

She blushed and took her eyes off me.Girls!!!

“you know that I like you…don’t you ? “

I could see her smiling, looking down she chose to remain silent.

“And , I think that you like me as well…“,I said moving closer to her.

“And why do u think that?” , she said, finally breaking her silence but still looking anywhere but me.

“Because we are still talking“,I said grinning ,still moving towards her.

“Hmmmm….point!!” ,she replied after a lot of analysis and looked at me.

I could now see the freckles on her nose , could feel her breath ,she was looking cuter than ever , and I don’t know who initiated but with the end of a dark night , birds chirping and sun on its way , our lips met and we kissed each other.

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PS : All The incidences mentioned are real life incidences with a little khichdi from our side . Any resemblance to any one dead or living is purely intentional !!

PS : There may be loopholes connecting the two parts . Suggestions are more than welcome.

PS : Ryan does not have any idea , why he had shown Neha with brains  !!

PS : Hari had done a great job .

PS : Looking forward to your replies and suggestions .

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