Train Journeys - Consolidated

At the Station-

With a bad network by Hutch, I was unable to contact anyone. Only messages! At the station we found our usual spot and settled there. We had a good conversation going on to keep ourselves away from the jaws of boredom. With a colleague (a woman) I and my college mate were not at ease, we had lots to check out and lots to see and couldn’t do the men’s stuff, so we resorted to SMS.

“Check out the girl opposite to us.”
“Machi! Awesome babe!” was my reply.

Thus, started the discussion of college stories, IITs and so on. I always was of the belief that girls are always behind IIT guys – intellectuals, geeks, high income and always high standards.

But our company had different plans, she was not interested in the above mentioned category (Later she proved wrong; she is finally marrying an IITian!). Hmmm… So what do women want? As I was told – “… someone who understands me and appreciates me for what I’m…” And the night went on till the train arrived!

Meanwhile there was an SMS waiting to be read, and it was from my close friend which went as below-

“Sundar, I hate all men da. Why can’t the world be just women?”

What the? What category do I belong to? And how did such confusion set in? Lost in such a thought, I boarded the train! Damage complete!

Jumping thoughts – IIT – For everyone aspiring to be an Engineer!

Every father wants his son/daughter to make him proud by entering into IIT, India’s/World’s premier institute, where not one just learns to be an engineer, but also is recognized to be one of the top creams of India’s brain.

The process of preparation to enter the institute starts approximately when the student enters 8^th grade and continues till he ‘cracks’ the paper.

Every dad says to his son “Son, you have to work really hard to reap the benefits in the future. The benefits of completing the degree from IIT is not known till you complete”

I never realized the seriousness of this until I came to a college (a dumb one) and started attending culturals organized by different colleges and also IIT. Sarang, an important, must-attend cultural fest is the biggest crowd puller of all the culturals. Spanning across a week, it showcases not just talent (Concerts, Rock Shows, dumb charades, skit, fashion parade, Crosswords, Quizzes and all the available brain-bytes) but also beauty – awesome babes from IIT.

Appa ippadi “Paadi da padi! Anga padicha kai neraya sambathikkalam…” sollarathukku bathila enna intha mathiri ettavathu padikkumbothey kootikittu vanthirunthana, ithu ellathayum pathuttu padikka arambichirrupenula! io,io!

Midnight Masala-

Folks from our country are very innovative. Wherever you go, you will notice their handicraft. The places of display are the most important. For a frequent traveler who shunts from the India’s Silicon Valley to the place of establishment of East India Company, I try to notice and if not appreciative, try to rebuke their clumsy fantasies exhibited in the Train toilets. These were their first show halls with inscriptions “Sunil, Play boy – 9873437287”, “Ramiz, call boy – 2117312982”. It doesn’t end with that, they become more artistic by exhibiting their sketch of every pose available in KS. Showing dimensions of the important places.

Well, because of them I slept with a nude girl at a very reasonable price – the cost of a train ticket. My berth had a profile sketch of a voluptuous nude woman! Onnum sollarathukku illa!

But, these guys had no brains. In one of my recent outing to a place called Shivanasamudra, our return journey had a dinner break at a restaurant. Before dinner I wanted to relieve myself so, headed directly to the rest room. There ‘our artists’ had written the whole of the details available on their business card on to the four walls of the room. What do I say? It was a men’s rest room!!! I do not believe that they were gays! It is just that their brains had popped out, and they were totally insane. And I do not believe that woman folks use men’s rest room either!

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