epandit

Had been thinking of writing about college days for a while but never really gathered enthu.Finally its triggered by the fact that one of my friends ,Gyanesh, is getting married.Of all the people in my group he was the least expected to get married first.So,this blog is all about him..
First things first. His name is Gyanesh Sharma, likes to be called pandit, happens to be called gaandu ,and he doesn't mind any of the above names.We call him gaandu.
On one of those after dinner walks through campus,some security guards heard us calling gaandu.After a 2 minute lecture from those jackasses about why boys like us, belonging to good families, should not use such unparliamentary words , one of us simply said that thats the name he has told us.Thats the name we have known and called him ever since we have known him.He never said he had any other name. No kidding.It was true.

They say necessity is the mother of invention.In gaandu's case it has translated to laziness becoming necessity and invention to perennial source of brain.With almost half an hour meeting with Dean , convincing him why he shouldn't be completing his assigned NCC hours on the grounds that he didn't come to IIT to do NCC,he really gave a big hope to all the lazy bastards of the world. No, the Dean didn't ask him if he is doing , what he actually came to IIT for.
I remember ,in an another evening walk, we had our dearest sweetheart,Paromita, on her usual jog.On some level she had become a part of our group,with us stalking her every evening, and she really not complaining about it.Anyways, somehow an idea struck gaandu which was bit different from our usual ,following her and singing songs.Gaandu started walking in front of her and swinging his waist just like Paro. we started whistling and appraising gaandu for his newly found mast kamar.Very much loud to make Paro hear it. After 50m or so, suddenly a car stopped in front of Paro, and she started talking to the man in the car. It took us only a few seconds to recognize the man and a couple more to vanish magically from there.But gaandu walking ahead of her couldn't see it. It was Paro's Dad,one of IIT Proff. Yes, gaandu did get his degree.

There was another incident which probably none of us will ever forget . 3.30 AM in morning, some of us got hungry, and started leaving for the dhaba. Right before we were exiting, we heard gaandu screaming from his bed,"abey kahin jaa rahe ho kya?".we all burst into laughter and said ," tujhe kahan jaana hai". He replied," nahin , kahin chal rahe to main bhi chalta hoon". That was kara B||.Damn the IIT curriculum, to hell with the btps,my time is mine and I will spend it the way I want to.And who better than gaandu to express it.He had a unique way of planning for the exams in which he would sleep till midngiht before the exam so that he can be awake to study for the rest of night and then declaring that syllabus can't be completed in just half night ,so better sleep again.His theories don't end here. How he convinced himself and others that eggs are vegetarian stuff based on his nishechit n anishechit principle is something still to be figured out.But what really amuses me is that this is what we talked and did throughout our college life. No big deals, no big fishing. Those talks in which he would say something, bhaduria would hear something else and then me explaining and establishing synchronization between the statements.Just cant get over them.And then those night long card games in which me and Abhishek bluffing like hell and gaandu being the only one spotting it.And the best time ,of course, remains those drives to gaandu's hapur fields where we would just sit in the fields past midnight doing nothing .Seriously, big things become memory but small things are the ones that make you smile.

Gaandu is one of his kind and his stories even more so.Looking at his biceps for 3 minutes after every 2 mins of workout, drinking an entire bottle of water after listening to some song and then explaining how this is significant in a way, getting an A grade in btp in which he probably didn't even meet his professor, making us walk 3 km in Hrishikesh at 10 in night so that he can eat kaju barfi, not going his home even during the semester holidays just because he cant get off his ass out of laziness; everything is so peculiar and distinct and thats why so him.

With the first one breaking out of the kara B|| group something does seem to be lost...