5 months and 14 days later

when i entered that majestic place. Little did i know that it would completely reform me

little did i know that i'd be friends

with a yarn spinner
with a guy who sat there solving a math book
with a guy who had a swahili note written on his back
with a guy who was a genius at math
with a guy who i showed off to the first day
with a guy who well, is either the major entertainer or the entertainee

Everyone was something.
Everyone was interesting.
Everyone

Everyone helped me

be me.

Alfy
Sam
Terry
Andrew
Jerry
Vivek

this is one of those tributes. I just wanted to say kudos to all you bastards for being there for me when i needed each one of ya'll

We're all in different places now.

Some of us are in touch
Some of us dont even reply to chats.

But i truly know that all those times we spent together .. we each will cherish till we lose our breath.

Because its not only for me .. All of us changed in those 3 years.

You ate curd rice
you spoke kannada
you learnt tamil
you finally made me say "my friend and i"
you gave up non veg
you became more .. you

as i said earlier

8
151
39
11
25
33

are numbers i aint gona forget

be you dead
be you alive
be you another person now

you are part of this nostalgia that got tears down my eyes now.

ya'll mean some shit to me. and always will .

19th march 2009 is a day , i truly wont forget.

thank you .

yes, you can hit me now.

5 months and 14 days later , nostalgia found its way to me.

81124253339151

8 11 24 25 33 39 151
Random numbers .

But 3 years ago - They started to mean something. They were associated.

8 was Alfy
11 was Andrew
24 was me
25 was jerry
33 was vivek
39 was terry
and 151 was sam

From then on, we lived in this college with those numbers. We were identified by them. Caught by them. Praised by them.
Now, 15 days later, these numbers will sink into the books of loyola college as just some people who came, studied and left.
But for us, these numbers will always hold meaning. They will carry with them, the memories associated with our days at college - All the class bunking, all the give life laughs, all the voice over for our teachers, all the boob talks, all the everything.

So guys, never forget these numbers. They were us. They remind us of who we were in those 100 acres of land. They made us who we are.

8 11 24 25 33 39 151
NOT Random numbers . Identities!

i-=2;

Road to the end.

i = 16;

the Cons,
the shitscussions,
the pranks,
the discussions,
the aaha phonecalls,
the brainstorming,
the arch way talks,
the windows insulting,
the widening of scope variables,
the "i didnt expect this of you" phrases,
the "fcuk you sham",
the "wat man",
the sun.jdbc.odbc.JdbcOdbcDriver,
the weather clauses,
the crappy professor english,
the laughing with a kerchif on the mouth,
the below the table card tricks,
the "bro, cover for me, i'll be late - Tell him i'm in the toilet" times,
the Appy rush,
the LMN hate,
the muta puff love,
the department festival organization rush,
all the overall trophies,
the JAM warming the seat jokes,
the mispronounced english,
the grammar correction sessions with a beating to follow,
the random facts out of the air,
the "i know" declarations,
the crazy rush for record submissions close to the end of the semester,
the BCA's being called BSC's,
the random thoughts out of our heads,
the extent of grossness in those thoughts,
the extreeeemely boring foundation courses,
but an interesting trip to the zoo,

so many more memories
so little i can remember.
in fifteen it'll all be over.
these days we will get back - never.

Loyola was awesome owing to you guys -

Awolfy
Andaroo
Jerence
Terry
Sham
Videsh

Its time. The curtains are closing and theres nothing we can do about it.
No more cons. This time, it really is over.

--i;

19th March 2009

My Birthday and the day that will go down as one of the best days of my life. It all started off @ 12:00 with calls and text's pouring in ! And calls and texts were from totally unexpected people.

I was happy. I was amazed. I was astonished.

Usually i'm a person who doesn't expect anything from anybody. I'm just happy if something happens, and today 'Happiness' isn't enough a word to tell the world how happy people have made me.

I truly didn't know i meant so much to so many people.

"Best" ? you may ask. Let me tell you why. Which pack or pride or litter of idiots would do this for you on your birthday:

1. Act like they got nothing for my birthday (which i saw thro :P)
2. Strap a plastic thingie around my index finger so tight that my finger became black.
3. Make me to get a Veg Puff & a Donut and by the time i turn around, they have a great cake waiting for me
4. Customize a T-Shirt just for me, using things that define me
5. Gift me a box filled with newspapers :D oh well, benith them there was a little something(s) :P
6. And completely understand when i tell them that i wouldn't be able to treat them that day.

1 answer - FRIENDS. Idiots from my college literally killed me,
brought me back to life, and gave me the best day of my life.
The 19th of March, 2009 :)

This excitement i cannot explain. This feeling i cannot express Why do i mean so much to them? why do they do this for me? is it love? naa, i dont think so. One of them wants me dead so that he can come first in class. The others i don't know. Maybe, just maybe they feel the same way i do. Maybe they too feel that this might actually go somewhere. Maybe they feel we all are 'Nakama'

This day - The 19th of march 2009. 7 people made me realize i was not
alone. Made me realize the importance of the word - 'Nakama'.
That even though some want me dead, We would always be together, as
friends and mortal enemies. Even though some may not be within reachable
distance. We were, and will always be 'Nakama'.

The names of these 7 people i would love to mention. In alphabetical order

1. Alfy
2. Andrew
3. Bharat
4. Jerry
5. Sam
6. Terry
7. Vivek

I would just love to tell them one thing. This thing i've screwed people for saying. But i guess since i'm typing this at 11:40 and its still the 19th of march (my birthday), i can do anything and they can't question me. I would like to say to them this -
"Thank you"
"Nakama's forever"

:')

ps: Click the pic for a larger view

Friends. (PART 1 of MANY TO COME)

I'll Go in ascending order people (No Offense) :)

1. Alfred Jerome Lazarus
*shrugs* eww i just hate even typing it. Lol, Alfy as i call him can be described in 2 words - "Mortal Enemy". Gee i've erased whatever i've written 3 times already. How tough is it to pen down a few words about this assh**e ? Ah well, There is it. He's an Assh**e to begin with and one of the few people i respect in this world for his speaking skills (Apart from my Dad & Al Gore). He's MIND BLASTING when it comes to convincing people (ya ya that includes me too sometimes) but still :) its fun with him around (Though most of those times i want him dead XD). He's this person who is very reserved and won't speak out anything until he's either hit in the balls 200 times (i doubt it even then though) or he trusts someone. He's all in all a great friend and i always shall look forward to remaining his friend and 'bro' forever. Btw did i mention ? He's NOT my wingman XD XD i'd be INSULTED with a wingman like him :P (he knows why - Assh**e)



2. Andrew Do-Me-Quick Clarmaaaaaa
Firstly ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL. Another one of me good friends - Andrew or DOG as we chellama call him :P is like a walking book of facts who'll have AT LEAST 1 story to share with you EVERYTIME you see him :D He Lives in Butt Road err and No his butt ain't good :P This fellow is so thin that when he wears a pair of Jeans, It Looks like a Jeans put on a scarecrow thats stationed outside one of these construction yards :D :D A great friend and very willing-to-treat (not u see why he's a 'great friend' ?? ) Lol Lol ! I was kidding there man so chill :) you are a great friend...........NOT! hehe was kidding there too.........................NOT! hehe, ok i'll stop now :) Hanging out with this guy yu can be injurious to health. We used to make a common error in out english , instead of saying "Videsh and I" we used to say "Vivek and Me" and this guy used to correct us ALL THE TIME which obviously was followed by a *doosh* from either me or Alfy :) but i should accept. He did Improve our English and Now i don't say ... And me i always say ... and I :) Got A Lot to learn from him and shall never forget you man. You've been a great person an a greater friend. Good Luck with everyting :D




3. BNT
I still remember that class - English Thro Media, Prof. Victor, 1st Year. This man comes up in front of the class and says - "My Name Is Bharat N Tejashighani and you can call me B N T in Short". My Honest First impression - "WHAT An As**ole." He was so lifeless and boring and so so so so so boring that i simply wondered why is he even wasting his time here ? But my views were completely wrong. He is a great fellow and one of my superb-est friends. He's my personal 'punching bag' \^_^/ and thats how i always greet him - "Hey Bharath *doosh* !!! ." Let me give you a little secret on This guy, He WAS in BASE 4 before his Girl Broke up with him. ehehehehehe. To Look he's like the psychopath who's just got out of the asylum but believe me this person is a true living example of how "Looks can be deceving." An awesome writer and the editor of the college newsletter - The Paragons too. No one till NOW has an idea as to why he calls VIVEK as VIDESH not even him i guess :D This man too comes with a statutory warning which is as below

"Needs Decoding. Proceed only if you know the Language of BNT"




So People. I'll stop with 3 for my first part and continue the rest in the other Parts :)

Keep your pants on till then :D