The Perverted Times

Well she looked at me (or so thought me)
and I, I could see 
That before too long 
I'd fall in love with her (or the one standing next to her) 
She wouldn't dance with another (and definitely not with Bihari Potter)
Oh, when I saw her standing there ……..

People actually looking in the mirror while combing, some skirty creatures whose faces you can’t remember because you never even bothered to see them and an optimism that is quite rare in the otherwise bleak R-land. That’s right, it is the insti’s “cultural fest”. 

The Sulk entered one of his sulkier modes and profoundly said, “This is one time of the year when I hate being a geek!” to which yours truly replied a not so profound, “I don’t know whether I am a geek!” to be hit back by nothing but a vehement confirmation. Point settled.

Now The Morons have members most of whose quanta of guts runs into negatives. (Myself, of course being the exception that in fact goes onto prove the rule. (Coxx is CLASS!)) So our idea of fun bordering on dangerous proportions was “relative grading” and even then you have people like Padhy who say they are doing this for the first time.(Hallowed be his name!!) The reptile tried to hit it off with one of his ex-schoolmates (or so he thought) until his guts came to the fore, Jugga-man tried to help him nearly resulting in the Reptile wetting himself with embarrassment. Another character informed me I was in someone’s “good books”, strike that, let her just be the maiden bowled over. (Can I get an Amen!), only to be met by rivalry from none other than Bihari Potter himself. Issue amicably resolved finally when we realised we were up against something (or rather someone) with definitely atleast double our muscle weight.

Meesa then let my hair down at the dance floor resulting in The Reptile, Jugga and the Divine Lady getting drenched in my sweat. If the Reptile is reading this, I would like to put the point across that, ah I will be blunt, he is pathetic (and not even in the funny sort of the way). Such is the gutless nature of the Morons that The Bulk, The Sulk, Bihari Potter, Padhy actually didn’t even approach the dance floor. (There was candy everywhere! Stupid people!)

The debate competition provided fun with every Tom, Dick, Harry, Sita, Gita, Rita coming to express his/her opinion. Okay but in hindsight it was as the Bihari Potter put it, “Aaj to dekha aur kya dekha! Koi kuch keh bhi nahin sakta.” (We were the judges if anyne still hasn’t fathomed it out.)

Now, here comes the real fun part. Meesa had to go to Delhi to escort The Doctor. Accompanying me on my way there was none other than (as I had later found out) the most happening RJ. Now, I wont go into the details of our sojourn across to Delhi. (Personal inquiries are always welcome!) but people were JEALOUS, and when I mentioned a “Good Bye hug!”, well you know what I mean right?

The Sulk and Sheldon Cooper have their own take on things, and were fighting over plagiarisms of each other’s blogs. See that is what is called “delusion of grandeur”. One joke later and we were all into the rock night. Doesn’t’ matter how pathetic the band, just go nuts! Entry, it turns out was closed as there were already too many people. My popularity quotient (and this time I am dead serious) came to the rescue and the people actually ushered us in. A vodka shot, some prestorika and after a half step down, I sit here typing this out!

Oh and did I mention I haven’t slept for 48 hours straight?

Yea, I thought something was amiss! It really was happening!

And yes Dela! While we were discussing Ents destroying Isengrad, I saw damsels looking at us with utter astonishment! Maybe it pays to be a geek! Howzatt Sheldon?