Memories from the golden years of my life (17)

Firstly, Thanks Dhiraj for commenting on the blog … the others whom I requested have shown no signs of basic courtesy. Your comment will help me move on … and yes I will respond to your comment also. Well murgi was far from any so called K-serials though I did not knew him well enough to say if he could have hatched a conspiracy. All that he was concerned with was his guitar and rock music. In fact I am sure you would have started liking him by now J He was a member of 3.4, the music band of IIML … the name 3.4 is strange but there is a legend behind it. Its 3.4 kms distance from Sitapur Mod to IIML. Once the founders took this long walk and the band was formed during this walk .. hence the name. Now a part of band was all about rock music … English songs … but where true Indians are there … apna typical bollywood style gana bajana can’t be far behind … and hence there was a hindi group or band also …. Both the groups hated each other and things had become this bad between them once during our stay there … that 3.4 nearly escaped being split into two 1.7s

Okay … now that I have started the topic of my seniors once again .. and it is quite an interesting topic indeed (at least in my view). Although my interaction with my seniors was really really limited, there are some incidents which I will never forget. Let me start with one such incident of one of our seniors called Aashika. Now Aashika was a very very short heighted girl with extremely sharp facial features - she was fair, had 'good assets' and her dress sense made her look like anything between a s*** to a girl next door. Now I did not interact with her even once during my entire stay of first year with the seniors but there is a very interesting story that I would like to share about her. In our mess, as the mess workers are also aware of the eating habits of us 'bigde shahzade' ( we eat less and throw more), so they had kept two very big dustbins in one of the corners to pour out the left over food. And believe me those dustbins could take some huge quantities of food. Ok so after dinner all of us would go and empty our plates in these dustbins and then give our plates for washing and all. Now the story goes like this. Once when Aashika went to the dustbin to throw her remaining food, her spoon also dropped into the dustbin, so like a good girl she tried taking it off (and hence reduce the loss burden that the mess was carrying like an albatross round its neck ... more on that later). Now as it happened the dustbin was just 1/4th full that day and Aashika being really short highted could not reach the spoon, so she just tried to do so by just tilting a bit more ..... and BAANG .... the next moment she finds herself in the dustbin ... upside down! ... My god ... the laugh we had when we had heard this story ... now I have not been a witness to this story ... but almost everyone on the campus would be ready to swear by it .... and some even go to the extent of saying that the dustbin was full of 'paav bhaji' remaining from previous day thrown into it ... Just imagine face into bhaji ... and she shouting for help for someone to drag her out from the dustbin ... The very thought still has me in splits ... any tippany on this Manish?