| But that was 3rd
question ... |
I was in 3rd
year BE at that time. We were supposed to solve 4 questions which
our teacher had given and take it to the class. Questions were
very tough, so we did what we used to do even when questions were
not that tough, one girl in the class used to solve them and most
of us guys would copy from that ...
So, I did that, and went to the class. So my
bad luck, the teacher had also realized that the questions
were very tough and it would be unfair to expect the students to
have solved them by themselves. So, he started calling people, and
asked which question they faced problems. Then one question he
explained on the board. I was busy preparing my answer to when he
would ask which questions I could not do. Since I had solved
answers in my answer sheet, I could not say that I could not do
any one of them. On the other hand, if I say I could solve all of
them and he asks anything, I would be in trouble. So I gave a very
diplomatic answer, I told him that 3 questions I could do, the 4th
one I was facing problem, but that you explained on the board, so
now everything is OK ...
"But," the teacher said, "on the
board I have explained the 3rd question".
I was, like what they say in hindi,
"Kato to khoon nahin ...." :) :)
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| What could I do
..... |
I was scolding
Saurabh Dwivedy, as he had not come to the station to receive me
when I went to Bombay, despite me telling him a hundred times that
that was the first time I was coming to Bombay and without a
person receiving me at the station, it would be difficult for me.
"Moreover," I told, "Junk guy, I called you on your
mobile, but you just did not pick up. It was ringing endlessly and
in the end I had to disconnect it."
He, after saying sorry for not being able to
come to receive me, explained why he could not come. He was about
to start preparing to go to the station, and was smoking a cigarette,
when he noticed that the ashtray had become very dirty. With the
idea of cleaning it, he took it and came outside the main door. He
was in a bermuda and a baniyan only at that time, which was very
normal as he was sitting in the home only and had come just
outside the main door to throw the ash in the dustbin, in order to
clean the ashtray. What was not normal, occurred thereafter. He
might have been merely two feet outside the main door, when the wind
blew, and, truing his worst nightmares, closed the door with it.
The door had automatic lock, which meant it would lock itself if
it is closed and to open it again, one needs the key. How
dangerous these doors can prove out to be, our poor Saurabh
Dwivedy, with just a bermuda and a baniyan on his body, with no
chappals in his feet, with a friend coming to Bombay for the first
time whom he has to receive, with a friend who would try to call
him on his
mobile if he does not meet him at the station, and with a mobile
phone that was closed inside the flat with rest of the stuff, had
just realized :).
He had to borrow chappals and a shirt from 'pados
vali bhabhi ji' then make a call to his room partner asking him to come with
the other key, only to be informed that because of some client
visit that guy would also be late that day .... :) ...
So .... what could he do ... :) :)
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| Germans know nice
English ... |
We had been
under the impression that it is difficult to find people who know
English, in Germany, when we reached there. Since we reached there
early in the morning when currency conversion shops were closed,
we could not covert it. And first 3 4 hours we roamed there
absolutely without any money (in native currency) with us. Since
we wanted to utilize each and every moment of the the time that we
had, we had already seen many of the tourist places on foot
itself, and were at Brandenburg Gate, when we realized that shops
would be open at that time and we should convert some money. We
started searching for any such shop / bank, and asked one fellow,
a policeman, about it. To our pleasant surprise, that fellow not
only knew English, he was actually speaking very good English. He
directed us to the correct place where we could get the currenct
conversion done. We started discussing that how wrong an
impression we were having about Germans' english knowledge ... and
all that ...
It was only while returning that we realized,
that the policeman we had talked to, was actually guard of British
embassy ... :)
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| Afzal Bhaaayeee ...
get the cigarrettes ... |
I stayed for
one night at Vijaya Enclave, with some friends of mine, Afzal,
Shariq, Nabi Baksh etc. In the morning we all got up to Nabi
Baksh's screams informing us about him having felt earthquake
tremours. And we all rushed to the open space out side the
building, as it was a 7 floored building and we were at the ground
floor. When we were almost outside the building premises, Nabi
Baksh screamed once more, but this time he was saying something to
Afzal, who was behind everybody else, so nearest to the flat,
"Afzal Bhai ", he said, "cigarettes .... ",
Afzal also, the moment he heard this, rushed inside the flat, got
the cigarette and then only came out ... :). Such was the urge,
love, devotion ... what we should call it ... for cigarettes ..
:). Those guys did not do these things knowingly ... or with there
active mind. It just happened ... :).
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