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Of Manish (sister) wedding

March 31, 2007

It took a very long time and a lot of effort to write this post.It is ~3000 words and takes five pages in 12pt Times New Roman (w/o the pictures).  So if you are reading it read it with a hint of seriousness. It is not a total BC post.

Sometime in February there was Manish’s Sister’s wedding (Hereafter, to conserve space it will be reffered to as Manish’s wedding). To be precise it was in the middle of February. This post is an attempt (albeit an incompetent, incomplete and tad nincompoopish attemp) at chronicling what exactly happened. This is a rather long post but I do hope its been structured well and I haven’t forgotten the little fun things that made the trip so much fun. Hold your cursor over the pictures to get a better image. WordPress is screwing the images :( (.

***DISCLAIMER***

The factual accuracy of this post is beyond reproach. No offence meant for all Kanpurites.

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Stage 1: The planning

Democracy just does not work. -Anand V

We decided we were going a long long time ago. Almost as soon as Manish announced his wedding. Now, it’s already February and we are all procrastinating. Most notable is CSB whose indecisiveness nearly led to a major catastrophe. Anyway, we finally get tickets on some train. Anand decides that we all should see Delhi and Agra as well. However, knowing full well that there was nothing much to see in Agra some of us decided to skip the Agra part. So, finally it was decided that IV, Aziz, Sriram, Anand, Monga, Sid and Tipo are going. The itinerary was that me, sid, monga go straight to delhi, and then Kanpur. The rest jump off at Agra and visit Delhi the next day and come to Kanpur one day after us.

Stage 2: The Journey

14 hours before departure: We are still wait-listed. Monga busy scaring everyone saying that we would probably be sleeping in toilets and what not. Aziz not believing that it would be cold. Aziz having extreme difficulity in packing – he is using THREE bags (suit cases) compared to everyone else’s one backpack. Anyway, we go to Sid’s house, sleep there. Next morning we are on the train – miraculously the WL’s cleared. The whole day’s journey is uneventful. Very little BC. People reading books and what not (I finished the Mahabharat).

That night however was rather interesting. For some reason – I got the worst seat of all – The side upper with a window that does not close properly. So, the whole night I am chilled to the bone wondering when it’s going to finish. At four I am like taking a stroll at Jhansi, drinking piss-poor tea, trying to keep myself warm, strongly resisting the urge to wake up the sleeping beauties - Monga, Sid. In the morning (lets say at 5) I mosey over to the other chaps where Sriram sleeping like a baby, Tipo up and ready and Aziz shivering like crazy. He greets me with “Be****ch**, bola kyun nahin itni sardi hogi”.

Stage 3.1.1: IV, Monga, Sid in Delhi

image000.jpgWell we reached Delhi rather late in the day. Must have been 11. We went to Sid’s cousin’s house, changed and left on sight-seeing. Went first to Qutub Minar. Had fun at the ticket counter. Sid puts down a 100 and says three please. He gets back 70 bucks in change. Just then a foreigner comes, puts down a 1000 and says, in a typical British accent, “Four please”. He gets four and no change. The three of us are staring at each other and going “What the Bloody ????”. Then we see the entry fees: Rs 10 for Indians, Rs 250 for foreigners. That sign and that foreigner made the whole Delhi thing worthwhile. Next we went roaming around Delhi, saw CP and some other stuff. Saw the red fort and blah blah blah. (I have the pics BTW). It was getting late so we decided to get moving towards Kanpur.

Stage 3.1.2: A Bus Journey

Sid was absolutely against taking regular UP transport buses. We figured there was not enough time to go into the city, find a Travel agent and get luxury buses. So we got into a rather ramshackle UP transport bus. Now, as our luck would have it we got a driver who drove as slow as the fastest snail in the 10th annual drunken snail race competition. Then at around 12 he stops at Plaza Hotel jo UP tourism dwara sthapith shuddh khane ki jagah hain. Vahan pe garama garam thali hai, anda omlet hai, samosa hai … was being played again and again on a stupid ass tape. Of course we did sample some delicious anda on bread there.

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Anyway, we were on our way again. Now you would expect the Grand Trunk Road to be a national highway. Atleast two laned. Without gaddas. But you would be mistaken. The road from Delhi to Kanpur is very very bad. Early in the morning, this stupid driver (at the behest of all angry passengers pissed at him driving at 30kmph) is driving at 60. Over really deep gaddas (bumps). And I have not taken a leak in 10 hours. And each time he goes over a bump my very full bladder jumps up and down two feet. Anyway after a gruelling 14-16 hour journey, covering under 500 kilometers we arrived in Kanpur where we got stuck in a jam. Of course, we ended up making Manish wait for one hour and he was very frust00 at us.

Stage 3.1.3: The Ladies Sangeet

Manish’s friendNo description of a trip would be complete without a proper description of where we stayed. The guest house where we stayed was nice. One of Manish’s dear friends lived there (in picture on left). Me and Monga after a100_0952-1.jpg short nap went to the evening function. Sid was not feeling well and missed a great event. It was a Ladies Sangeet. Now, I know, you all are like, “Yo, Bitch, We don’t care about no ladies singing“. Well, this was a brilliantly conceptualized event. It had a narrator giving a short description of the groom’s family, each of whom did a skit. So the grooms brother and his wife did a skit and so on. It was very well made. It was here we met one of Manish’s ITEM friends (right – no offence intended – this is my opinion only – the author is not liable for any damages – the author names Manish liable for the same). This was a typical North Indian ITEM doing lots of OA. Anyhoo it was one of the most memorable events ever.

Stage 3.1.4: The <Some religious ceremony whose name I forget>

After the ladies sangeet it was a religious ceremony whose name I forget. Basically as the brother of the wife to be Manish had to formally accept the groom into the family or something similar. (It is highly likely that my foot is going in my mouth here so help!!). Anyway, the most fun thing that happened was when they each had to eat laddus. The groom ate the laddu given by Manish in a civilized way, nibbling and taking a few small bites. But Manish Jain made IIIT proud. He took the whole laddu100_0955.jpg (it was a VERY VERY BIG LADDU) in his mouth and ate it in one go. Of course, there was also the wardrobe malfunction (this was captured on photo but since they were all censored by Manish we have lost it). Basically what happened was that Manish’s chunni (for want of a better word) had gotten attached to his Sherwani, so when he lifted his chunni, his Sherwani came up exposing some stuff. Anyway, the picture on the right sums up the awesomeness of that day (I will not comment on what Monga is looking at).

Stage 3.1.5: The night before the wedding

Now, this part of the story is completely true. No matter how much Manish Jain denies it. You can ask his sister for confirmation. After the function, we (Mahima didi, Me, Monga and Sid) are doing BC. She asks, “Aur IV, Manish ka yeh ******** ke saath kya chakkar hai?”. (I cannot post full details here but you can pretty much guess). Manish of course does not believe this but the point to be noted is that Mahima didi ko Manish ke kaand(s) ke baare main pehle se pata tha. Anyway, we were unable to talk much at that time. At night everyone played antakshari. It was great fun. Manish ki Mausi, Dadi, cousin etc sab log the. It was one of the most fun games of antakshari ever. Sid of course was totally useless. In the middle he was giving suggestions to me like “Shall I sing a BOYS song?”. Anyway, Manish could not help it but he expressed his hidden feelings in the choice of his romantic songs.

Stage 3.2.1: A day in Agra

we-4.jpgThis is a description of Anand, Sriram, Tipo and Aziz’s trip to Agra + Delhi. After jumping of the train at Agra they took a hotel. The biggest disappointment was that Anand was unable to see the most famous “Agra ka pagalkhana“. Anyway, they saw the Taj Mahal and the Agra Fort. The journey to Delhi was fun. Since no one remembered to book tickets when they landed at Agra, they had to come from Agra to Delhi in General. All came standing, pushed around and felt up.

Stage 3.2.2: The night in Delhi

They reached Delhi sometime in the night. And here is where we can all learn a lesson from the travellings of the four iiiteers. This true to life, jackassish incident brought to you by Anand Vasudev. Anyway, what our friend does is that he asks a paanvaala, “Bhaiyya, Yahan pe koi sasta vaala hotel kahan hai?”. Our group is directed to a very shabby hotel in a very chotta galli. Aziz goes in to investigate: thinks that it is a brothel and decides correctly that they should not stay there. Finally, they stayed at Hotel WestEnd.

Stage 3.2.3: The day in Delhi and The Journey to Agra

Chill machan. -Sriram A

They roam around Delhi, taking a few snaps. Due to a slight glitch in planning, they’d been in Delhi on a Monday when all touristic places were closed. However, they did roam around Rajghat, India Gate and whatnot. Now, you’d have thought that they would have learnt to book tickets in advance. Newsflash: They Haven’t. So, they go last minute looking for tickets. Get tickets in black. They are all travelling under different names. Anand manages to pull off his duplicate very well. Tipo does so-so. Aziz imitates Ramesh Bhaiyya to perfection, in a typical Bihari voice : Haan, hain. Sriram, lacking confidence just pretends to sleep.

Stage 4: Kanpur

Kanpur Sucks. -CeG <oBelIX>

Finally the gang is assembled. There is a major debate on who goes to the bathroom for “the business” and in which order. We all pop over downstairs for breakfast. Aziz desists from having some delicious makkan-malai. Sriram as usual was the last to finish. We decide to worry about what gift to get. Now, I haven’t yet started on the atrocious place that is Kanpur. You’d expect the second biggest town in UP to be advanced. But NO. It is not. It is a myriad mess of tangas, rickshaws, cows, buffaloes, sumos, Honda CRVs, crazy cops, vegetable vendors and single-laned main roads. It is not that there is no money. People evidently are rolling in it for we saw 15 Honda CRV’s (each costs 15L). The funniest part was the stupid auto guy honking at us to go fast, us honking at the rickshaw in front, the rickshaw shouting at the tanga in front and the tanga unable to move because a flock of buffaloes had decided that the middle of the road was a convenient place for a nap.

Stage 5: The Gift

The perfect idea for a wedding gift at your best friend’s sister’s wedding: A worldspace subscription. -T. Prashant

We all went out to get a nice gift. The initial idea (mine) was to get a DVD player or some appliance that they could use. Aziz was like what if they already got that. So, we went to a gift shop. That chap showed some crystal birds that were nice, some lamp-posts that were downright ugly and some chandelier like thing that made you go what the @#$% was the designer thinking?. Monga saw a device (I say device – not GIFT – device) that made smoke come out when filled with h20. He was enthralled, enraptured by the device and extolled its virtues for the rest of the day. Anyway, Tipo then hits on the perfect idea for a gift. A worldspace subscription. Unfortunately, Kanpur has only ONE worldspace store which was plumb out of worldspace subscriptions at that time. We were running short out of time. Manish was getting frustrated: he needed the car and some manpower to do some heavy work (manpower: that left sid out :D ). So, we mosey-ed over to Kanpur’s biggest market where Sid finally managed to solve his eternal battery problems. NOTE: We are short on time and we still do NOT have a gift – but Sid solved his battery problem. We split up. Me and Tipo (Yeah, the highly successful Robotics team), Monga and Sriram, Anand, Sid and Booshi together. In 10 minutes the highly successful Robotics team has covered over 2 square miles of commercial area and found the store where we get our gift. Now, again we have a major pita in what gift. Monga saw another smoke making thing and fell in love with it. Tipo and I voted for the elegant corner stand. However the rest of the chaps decided to go with some decorative piece (we do not have a picture because of low battery).

Stage 6: The Attire

On a long trip with friends someone will run out of socks. -CeG <oBelIX>

Everyone was very confused. What do we wear?? Apparently, three people had kurta pajamas. And they were looking rather elegant. Anand, as usual with his minimalist packing style had nothing to wear. (He would have never made it without my socks). Aziz was looking flattering in a white KP. Tipo looked elegant in a red KP. Sriram looked dashing in KP of an undescribable colour. Sid, Monga and I were in formals.

Stage 7: The starters at the wedding

Chaat rocks. -CeG <oBelIX>, CeG <Butcher>

100_1014-1.jpgWe all reached the wedding hall early to help with preparation. Immediately, we went, unloaded some stuff and sampled the starters. They were good. Then we stood outside for no reason and took photographs. (Anyone who thinks I look a tad jackassishitic in this photo will be kicked). Then, Aziz, Monga and I were incharge of ensuring the barat’s stopping place’s food was okay. The rest handled the work at the wedding hall.

Stage 8: The Barat and The dinner

The barat moves fast if the band-vala has someplace else to be. -Anand V

100_1018.jpgThe barat was the fastest I ever saw. It really was. The band guy had to go someplace else. There was the customary drunk in front trying to get more money. There was the little kid sitting on top going “Mamma, mujhe neeche utaaro“. There was the groom feeling damn hot in his 10 layered specially made clothing. And there was Manish Jain in a suit. At dinner we were all on duty, ensuring that everything went smoothly. After, most of the ceremonies were over we all gathered around for a group photo – every one of us. (At this point, the author would sincerely like to apologize for the low quality of this photograph. This was due to Sid who insisted it be taken by a girl who (we later discovered) he had a crush on).

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Stage 9: The ceremony

It was past one. Only Sid, Aziz, Sriram and Anand stayed for the ceremony. As far as I can tell, Aziz, Sriram and Anand were genuinely interested. According to Aziz: All Siddarth did was chat up the girl he had a crush on by asking small questions that had obvious answers. These guys returned at five in the night.

Stage 10: Kiss my ass Kanpur

Kanpur Sucks. -CeG <oBelIX>

We all left the guest-house at around 10. We stopped off at Mahima didi’s and did some BC. (Yeah, not the good kind of BC, Manish’s parents were there). Then, we all (US, Manish and Manish’s Dad) went for an early lunch. I believe this picture sums up the whole experience.

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Stage 11: The journey back

The journey back was uneventful. Apart from a midnight conspiracy between me, anand and tipo. Anand boldly wanted to do what no one had done before. He wanted to trim half of Monga’s moustache. Needless to say, we persuaded him from certain death. It also ended with Me and Sid catching a slight infection and sitting out on most of felicity with a fever.

If you read till here: Thanks for sweating it out through what might have been a monotonous read. Do drop a comment.

The story that never quite was …

March 20, 2007

His reflection met his melancholy gaze with a stern stare. The morning had been full and lazy. His back ached for no apparent reason. Distracted, dazed and still confused, he tried to recollect what had happened the night before.

A casual survey of the room showed nothing out of place. He did however, notice a heap of clothes that resembled none of his own. It was then that he saw the shape on his bed. Pulling back the covers revealed a naked form, so beautiful that our yet nameless hero felt his jaw slack and vision blur.

In a moment it all came rushing back to him. The drunken revelry, the innocuous flirting, the walk in the dark deserted alley, the mugging.THE MUGGING. The pain in his back triped as he realised how badly uhurt he was.

This was not shaping up to be a great day. THe only good thing he could see was the hot chic on his bed. ‘Damn she’s hot. How on earth did I manage to bag her?’. For the record, he was neither Virender Sehwag ugly, nor Rahul Dravid stunning. He was more like your regular run of the mill average joe.

She stirred. As she woke he stammered an awkward good morning. ‘Crap. I don’t even remember her name.’ As she walked to the bathroom he could’nt help stare at her. ‘Hey Jack? Where’s the toothpaste’? His problems tripled. ‘Jack? I ain’t no Jack Bitch!!!’  he thought to himself. He did realize however, that he did not remember his own name.

She came out in a loose bathrobe and asked ‘What do you want for breakfast?’ ‘Eggs.’, he replied without thinking; his mind still pondering over who she could be. While she was busy with the eggs he scanned the room looking for clues. Clues that would help him figure out what was going on.

‘Whats wrong Jack?’, she asked peering over the counter top. ‘WRONG. I can tell you plenty WRONG.’ he thought. ‘One. My back hurts like crazy. Two. I don’t remember my own name. Three. There is an unknwon  hot chic in my apartment cooking my breakfast’.  ‘Last night was something eh?’ the hot chic asked, a playful grin playing on her lips. ‘Yeah.’, Jack replied, modulating his tone into one he hoped masked his amnesia.

What happens Next?
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PS: First attempt at writing a story
PS: I do NOT know what happens next, I was just typing what came into my head
PS: This is not a stunt. There wont be a “The story that never quite was – II
PS: Must post: Manish sister wedding, Vizag trip etc.

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Bliss

March 16, 2007

Bliss: It makes you selfish. -CeG <oBelIX>

Bliss: You tend to want to stay in bliss. -CeG <oBelIX>

Bliss: The absence of boredom. -CeG <oBelIX>

Bliss: Forgetting to check blogroll and df for 2 days. -CeG<oBelIX>

Bliss: The Yearbook and The battle of the testis. -CeG<oBelIX>

Okay, I may not be in bliss. I mean a lot of un-blissful shit has happened. Foremost would be the chot at Hawaii. It was fun for a few moments when we were like Hawaii, We are going to hawaii. Bitches.

Then there is the rueful admit scene. For some reasons, all US universities have decided that every chap who took GRE on the 19th September wont get their results soon. In fact we will make these jackasses roast on a slow hot fire while waiting for those admits. Oh and we dont give a rat’s tiny ass to how much inconvinience they cause to our admissions departments with their emails and phone calls.

But other than that life is very very good. I was working on BTP. I had something to watch in Arrested Development. I was drinking sugar cane juice every day. I was learning to drive. I had swum 500 meters.

The pessimist in me .. The one forecasting the inevitable doom of my tryst with the USA is taking over. This seems like the light of an incoming train at the end of the tunnel.

The optimist in me … After having taken a good strong kick in the nuts over AAMAS is still fighting for the USA.

I am blissful.

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Stranger than Fiction

March 7, 2007

I have done this only once before. One of the few benefits of a blog, a computer with an internet connection and a movie is that once in a while, you will watch one of those fine-ass movies and have the ability to write what you feel at that time.

So, I saw this movie, “Stranger than Fiction”. Now, I don’t usually go about good-mouthing movies, infact I rarely do so. The best movies manage would be a mention in a PS tending towards 10. However, this film deserves more. It is one of the finest pieces of cinema I have seen in a while.

I think I am being a tad hyperbolic. I had figured the next blog post was on Kanpur. If not Kanpur then on Felicity. And given the recent thumbs down from MIT I’d thought that there’d be a post bitching, complaining and in general venting frustration at the god damn cow faced hippies there. Infact I’d like to think that I was in a blue funk when I heard that MIT showed me the finger in the polite-est fashion. (which is kinda weird since I’d pegged my chances at MIT as one in a hundred).

Anyhoo, this film seems to have cheered me up immeasureably. Don’t get me wrong, its not one of those pick-me-up movies. Neither is it some titillating teen comedy that’d make you go Ha-Ha-Ha. It’s also not a solo Gladiator fighting his way through to justice saving the day and what-not. And in no way does it measure up to some of the brilliant comedies.

What it has is a story that <since words fail me here, literally, I will go with> kicks ass. Coupled with some fine performances and decent direction. It’s the type of movie that ought to win the OSCAR, be in the IMDB top 250 and all. (I haven’t checked, it might have done so already). So, go ahead, give it a shot and I’m ready to bet it’d be worth the time spent.

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Of Hawaii, and a tag

March 3, 2007

Ladies and Gentlemen: Mister Felicity – Sriram A

Ladies and Gentlemen: Mister Felicity’s sidekick – Anand V :D

Hamana Hamana Hamana. -Who the fudge said this

Jhaad paida hote hain, bacche ugte hain. -A good friend on trees, plankton and what not.

It’s rather expensive to goto Hawaii. I was having a look the other day.

Luftansa flies from Del – Fra – LA – Honalulu. Total time of 32 hrs. Total cost 85K.

British Airways flies from Del – Lon – San Fransisco – Honalulu – Total time of 40 hrs. Total Cost 90K

China Air: Del – Taipei – Honalulu. 53K

Air France: Del – Paris – Atlanta – Honalulu: 75K.

American: Del – Chicago – Honalulu: 63K.

Thankfully these are return fares. Meaning you dont have to hitchhike from Honalulu …  Anyhoo

The hopes are up,

The spirits high

We’re planning to go

To Hawaiiii………

Moving on, Vasan tagged me. And I’m bored enough of the p trips to the bathroom since morning to fill in the tag. So here goes:

One thing you are afraid of

Insects.

Two unforgettable incidents

Getting into IIIT (I’m the fourth last chap in my batch based on AIR) and IIIT

Three books

LOTR, Hitchhiker, Harry Potter, Calvin and Hobbes …

Four beautiful women

Aishwarya Rai (deliciously stunning), Scarlett Johansen (whoop-de-doo), Monica Belucci (Ravishingly HOT) and Josie Maron (of before)

Five Fooditems

Curd, Pizza, Chaat (pani-puri and the like), Paneer, Milk Shakes, Omlettes …

Six oft used words

holy s***, damn, thoo, cha, nyaah-nyaah, hehe, hmm

Seven things awesome about me

I’m sure it’d be more fun if you chaps filled this out in the comments.

Film personalities (Eight)

Aishwarya Rai, Russell Crowe, Mel Gibson, Ehsaan Quereshi, Al Pacino, Pink Floyd

Movies nine

Bah, Stupid question but off the top of my head, in a random order – The mask, Gladiator, Raincoat, Mulan, Braveheart, Flushed away, etc etc etc

Music ten

Comfortably Numb, Lost for words, Stairway to Heaven, Only when I sleep, Lift me up, Porcelain, Bitter sweet sympony, Barso Re, Tere Bina (I’m just typing my playlist eh :P )

List of jobless souls tagged by me:

Baba

Tipo (get him back to posting)

Sid

Vishnu

Patney

Sus

Vasan (trying to create the proverbial infinite loop :D )

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PS – Flushed away good

PS1 – Pans LAbyrinth good

PS2 – People getting admits – when’s it my turn?

PS3 – The Kanpur Expose and Manish’s MP connections coming up next.

PS4 – Sriram rocked Mr Felicity

PS5 – Someone remind me to post the Mr Felicity post

PS6 – Eklavya sucks.

PS7 – ManU v Liverpool tonite 6:15PM

PS8 – How’s about a comment eh?

PS9 – This is the end.

PS10 – There is no more

PS11 – Why are you still reading?

PS12 – Dont you get it yet?

PS13 – Holy hell !!! You are persistent

PS14 – Okay, Just one more: Kanpur Sucks.

PS15 – That’s it Folks

PS16 – I said That’s It

PS17 – Will you stop reading

PS18 – Go away, Shoo, Come back another day