Fiery!!! More fiery..!!! & finally... Even more... !!!

There were moments in my life where situations set me on fire and I had to do something dramatic and encounter that. This one, happened during my college days is probably the worst ever that someone could even think of.

I was staying in a college hostel and it was the eve of beginning of study holidays. We were busy in packing our luggage and I was so excited the moment I was thinking about the home food, Mom's care and recently brought DVD player at home. Little I had known that time that this little gadget was going to spoil my entire vacation.

I had a friend in the next room of my hostel and we both were fans of actor Kamal Hasan. He had a collection of his comedy movies in a DVD and I had got his permission earlier to take home that DVD and enjoy watching it with my family. My family members are very much conservative and I wanted to surprise them with this movie collection as soon as i reach home. I had a night long journey and the moment I entered my house, I could smell the aroma of specially cooked dishes exclusively for me. It was a Saturday morning and my younger brother and Dad were getting ready. I hurriedly inserted the DVD into the player and I was asked to fill in a water bottle for my brother and I went inside the kitchen.

Few moments passed by and I could hear my Mom screaming on top of her voice and it later burst out as cry. When I came inside the hall I could realize the DVD reduced to pieces and My Dad too entered from another room. For few moments, I couldn't even realize what was going around me. Everything stood still for me as i was standing frozen, dumb and I could recollect that moment. My mom was shouting heavily which was evident from her annoyed face. My dad too joined in unison with her and brother was watching us.


I was brought back to senses with a slap I received on my left cheek. The reason was simple. The DVD I had brought was not a Kamal comedy movie one but it somehow got mixed up with other ones in the room and this one was a porno flick and it got resumed from an obscene part in the movie. This was more than enough for my highly conservative parents to burn out, as the anger gradually turned as tears and it made my situation even worse.

I had to convince my parents about my innocence and this took a lot of diplomatic efforts. I even had to do some justifications that No guy would ever dare to bring these things to house and I had to quote examples about hostel life, freedom given and we constructively utilizing the same. I returned back to hostel the same day and for a week almost I was engrossed with this issue. My other roommates came after ten days and I found the culprit who took my DVD instead of his. Once I narrated this remarkable happening, they all were initially looking at me helplessly. But, after a few minutes of silence,all of them busted out in laughter at the same instant and one even complained that I had to lose a DVD!!!

Anyways, with the belief that my parents relied on me and with the help of friends and brother, I brought back things to normalcy and this happening eventually turned out as something to be laughed at nowadays.

The turning point.. the third year

By the time i start writing this, i just think of the comments i got for the first blog post. My friends wanted few incidences to be made more explicit.. which i am actually trying here. Before i begin with, a sincere apology to all the people with whom i stayed and whose names have been left off in my previous post. It was not deliberate.

The PV factor:
                      My third year blossomed in PV(Paramanand vihar) where i was initially intimidated to enter for its cleanliness and stuff. But once i completed my stay there, i literally cursed SASTRA for not allowing final years there.Hostel Room is not something that is made of bricks concrete and paint that too when you are a person with friends around always. My room no which i would sarcastically say as PV321.5 for i lived both the rooms. 10 of us, with 2 "visiting" friends made the hostel as lively as one could imagine. With the only 3rd years in the lobby and all padipps around, We claimed authority by default.

Room mates a.k.a "the entertainers":
 I d proudly say my entire 3rd year was like a cruise ship journey where everyone in the room was an entertainer at at-least one point of the time. Thinking about PV life,few things were exclusive to us. I still can remember the famous Ponting-Sachin, illayaraja-ARR, Rajni-Kamal and mainly the India-Australia arguments getting lit up amongst the guys and eventually security personnel from surrounding 3 buildings came up for controlling us. Whatever quarrel it might be, how much ever heated up it shall be, it ended up solution less always and interesting part was that the guys who have teamed up for Sachin would go raging each other in another issue like the ARR-maestro.

PV had taught me one important lesson of my life- Adaptability!! Can you imagine 10 guys getting up at 8.am and everyone ready for breakfast by 8.35? that too with perfect dressing and finishing commitments like the sandhya vandhanam! The guys even had rankings for Mr.Smart of the day:) We broke mirrors, We shouted, We played cricket in the corridor breaking windows..We had representations and nominations for each in all fields.. Be it Hollywood actor or a aggressive fast bowler, We gave each one a name and it was fun personified:) I never thought Prabhu deva and Vaibhav coming together for the Beard ;)!!!!!

Everyone was unique. Till then I never knew a person skipping meals and dinner for playing a computer game. I have never heard of a person who can clean his room all alone daily when 10 others make it shabby everyday.. whoa.. patience!!I even know a person who can pray all the time and be quiet even if 10 others provoke him. I would even frankly admit this... Had their been No PV episode in my life, I would not even play a card game;) To be a part of the gang, you just need a mindset for fun. everything else.. right from the tooth paste to the neatly ironed dresses comes automatically.!!! Socialism !!!!

My room mates were the confident boosters during exam time. Many stayed during exams and we slept in floor which would remind me of a wedding set-up where all the kins lie next in the floor.
We even made seniors envy us with the independence we enjoyed. The most significant incident of PV which had made us "Real Dons" came up once. Seniors had a party and late night came to our lobby breaking our windows and shouting, which eventually ended up with seniors apologizing to us. It just showed me one lesson- "Being united means being powerful"!

And being a part of this gang, guys worked better I would say. We had a GRE scorer in 1300s, a fellowship-holder who came up from the next hostel to join us, a TOEFL star, a guy doing projects for IIT, and loads more and even i saw sg in 8 points that year:). By being a part, everyone became a cricket analyst, knowledgeable in Music,etc by default. I sincerely would rank the third year of my course as the one which had instigated self confidence in me and made me feel I AM WHAT I AM!!!!!
Loads to write but in... next posts:) 
Dedicated to all my friends....................... :) 

S.VAIBHAV