ShAREing with D (s) Kul!!!!

“Aren’t the DSE guys supposed to be a bunch of moronic geeks?”
“Isnt it the same college that associates itself with the likes of Amartya Sen and Manmohan Singh?”

The aforementioned were only some of the queries that came to mind when it was informed that there was to be a team building session between IITR and DSE. The event was supposed to take place in R-land and everyone seemed to be working towards it with a passion that would surely have outdone the passion that Miss Hilton has for videotapes. More about “Miss Hilton” later. I, personally, was given the seemingly easy task of organising the team building activities. But then again I suppose, I ought to write more about the visiting college seeing that many of them would be reading my otherwise very unread blog now. (I thank the self proclaimed “pig”, Akshay Wahal for revealing the highly grotesque details of my blogsite.)

The event kicked off with the intros of every DSE student. Again the stage was being anchored by the “pig” so some unfortunate souls were asked out and one really hapless one was compared to Miss Hilton.( The “pig” gave some pathetic pj reason behind that, that had to do something with Miss Hilton owning hotels and stuff.) Their “LORD OF THE GEEKS”,(their equivalent of our very own Mathew Kurien) was trashed a lot (asif the geeks arent trashed everywhere!!!!). I wont give out his name, or else his geekiness might pursue him to sue me in ‘the international court of justice for the geeks’. One “poet” read out a four-liner which went a mile above my otherwise very sharp brain. Though she did, clarify the meaning with finese.
Then came our intros and they had a charm of their own, Mohit’s included calling himself a hallucinator and another guy’s included calling himself above 90 kgs.

We started the games then and the first one was pictionary. Eminent personalities included were “Herr Hitler” aka Sunny Jain, The Lord of the Geeks, Pamela Anderson and the likes. The real fun kicked in during the second game, the dumbcharades (the game which I had planned was vetoed out by the audience calling it too LitSecy……I think I now understand why the literary section is one of the most envied section in the insti.) with movies like “Peticoat mein visphot” and “Jab ghar mein ho saali to har raat diwali” being given and guessed correctly. When we were all leaving the S.N.Bose Auditorium (GOD bless his soul!!), Ritika told me we better cleanup the blackboard, which by then, had on it, the images of Pamela, Paris and many other stars that were in no way related to the physics department.

We had lunch then where I got to know many people ( the poetess and the CAT rapist included.) . After the sumptuous lunch we kicked them around our institute showing off our heritage. If not for them, I wudnt have delved into sections of library I hitherto thought didn’t exist. My relationship with library is a matter for another blog sometime else. THEN CAME THE SPORTS.

Ek bande ne shirt utaari, ek bande ne pant utaari aur teesre ne to bina kuch utaare hi humaari maarli!!!!! We, that is to say, IITR got trashed 4-1 in football. My contribution being a cross that would get the envy of Beckham, which was turned into the solitary goal that we managed to score.
I cut short the dinner on account for the fact that Herr Hitler himself had asked for a presentation next day. Anyways, day made memorable when MAN U thrashed fulham by THREE goals to nil and Arsehols only managed a DRAW. Yipee!!!!
We went rafting the next day, I for the first time swam in as fast a river. Jumped around 20 feet into the river. The more said the less about rafting.

The bus trips to and fro from Rishikesh were the most happening ones. I exhibit my singing talent to the extremely unfortunate ones who live in my hostel wing. There have been complaints registered with the warden I suppose regarding my riyaaz timings. So I didn’t enthusiastically participate in the antakshari fever that had gripped the bus. I was much more engrossed in i-tunes blasting in my ear and hear much more adept singers singing than the “singers” singing in the bus.

Fun though it might have been the whole weekend, I’d like to qoute Green Day as my parting words to all DSE members:
“Its something unpredictable, but in the end its right. I hope you had the times of your lives.”