Daru… Liquor.. !
It was one of our unforgettable companions during our stay in hostel. As our juniors were not that rich and was not as generous (as we were to our seniors) the amount of our drinking was limited to 1 beer or 2 pegs per person (that too low cost RUM, ‘Island’ priced at 12 rs /peg in early 2001).
As this small quantity could not help us in any way and to maintain / manifest the royalty of what we had, we indulge in artificial pranks which others has to willfully abject and endure.
Same thing happened that day too but the persons who had to humbly suffer were the security staff and there was a group who got a priceless benefit out of the same. Story goes like this.
It was around 8 pm in the evening. Bosch looked dull and uninterested in the song played by Poocha’s self made audio player. I was lying there in Poocha’s bed reading something which I don’t remember, not by any chance a textbook. Poocha was busy with a ‘Theraja’. With his expressions it was sure that he could not comprehend anything written in it; for he was not used to such stuffs till then.
Kuttachan came into our room and lured us for a drink. All four set out to the nearest juniors’ hostel to collect money for the drink. Within 10 minutes we had enough money for 4 beers or few pegs of Rum and after much deliberation in selecting the drink, we finally settled for 4 beers. 9pm we were back in campus with 4 beers in our hand and sat on the main road inside campus to savor the drink. As to our depression, after consuming the entire beer with us, we felt nothing.
“If spirits don’t get ignited by beer, we have to ignite it ourselves”. Based on this golden rule, Poocha started climbing the street light post and everyone monkeyed the same. Kuttachan roared as he reached half the distance. Security staffs from admin block hearing the noise came towards us to see who these scoundrels are. Identifying us from a distance and Bosch - a prominent and much adored guy in campus, being with us in the group, they tried to evade from the scene and drew back to admin block. But we were in a mood to enter the next level of pranks.
Upon Boschs’ direction we all took our lungi’s from our waist and tied to our forehead. We followed the securities to admin block singing and shouting at what all we saw in our way including the electric post, sign boards and even grass. When we reached admin block, security from LH also joined the admin security gang which made us also move, towards the LH side. We sang, danced and did what all things to provoke the security guards. May be they knew that we had only 1 beer and all these are nothing but result of the frustration, they sat silent without paying any attention to us. After few minutes we also retired to our hostels.
Next morning Poocha went to LH steps for the routine sitting with his ‘friends’ and found her face red with anger. Only at that time he realized that all those we did last night could be seen from hostel and we were stamped as awful drunkards by LH inmates. While the same was narrated to us, I wondered where our lungi was at that time; coz underwear was always a luxury for us
:):):):)......nostalgic!!
ReplyDeleteI wondered where our lungi was at that time; coz underwear was always a luxury for us. :P
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