Disclaimer: This blog post is the blogger's imagination loosely inspired by some of his life events over the past two weeks. Any resemblance to any other real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental
“Saari Khidkiyon se ek hi dikhta hain”
We were on our way to the Naxal homelands as we stopped for
some people troubled by nature’s call. Porny noticed that there was a crushed,
mutilated, disfigured carcass of a dog a few metres from the bus, and people
rushed to his window to see the same, one after another. He ended up saying,
“Saari Khidkiyon se ek hi dikhta hain” (It looks the same from all the
It had been hours since we left our base, and there was no
mention of food. I noticed a dhaba on the way, with the words ‘Family
Restaurant’ mentioned in capitals, wondering about the too damn high number of
(future) families on the bus!
The cheap bribe:
As suspected, we were stopped on the way by police as it was
a Naxal area, and serial blasts had rocked Hyderabad just a day earlier. The
police knew very well that a group of students had nothing to do with
Naxalites, mentioning the fact that carrying more than 35 people in a private
bus was against the law. A little money satisfied him, but surprisingly, it was
just a hundred bucks. Gosh babu exclaimed that he had paid more for being
caught with just a cigarette.
Being in a goddamn hurry that he was, Rowdy didn’t allow the
caterers to pack vegetables. The mine where we stopped was in the middle of nowhere. The
result? Only rice and dal was prepared. We thought Rowdy would realise his
mistake and accept it. On the contrary, his reaction on seeing the rice and dal
was- Fantastic! Great food. It was disturbing that there was not even a little
sarcasm in his voice and he actually meant it.
“Abe chikne, haat waat andar rakh”
Skeleton is very adventurous. On the Maharashtra-Madhya Pradesh border, he was in his own dreamland, as his arms involuntarily
crept out of the bus, with heavy vehicles approaching from the opposite side. A
shout of “Abe chikne, haat waat andar rakh” (hey skinny lad, keep your arms
inside) by a truck driver brought him back to his senses.
Rooms commotion, "little less" number of rooms for
We were supposed to reach our destination before sunset, but
due to a detour by Rowdy, we had to set camp at some place about 80 kilometres
from our destination. Rowdy got a hotel, which is probably worse than the worst
that I had in mind. When you thought matters couldn’t get worse, he announced
that out of the 6 rooms he had acquired, three would be for the girls (who were
just one fourth of the total) and the remaining for the guys. That meant eight
guys crammed in rooms meant for two. Porny was insanely accurate when he
mentioned on Rowdy’s face that “little less” was a little too overstretched. We
managed to convince Rowdy to shell out a couple hundred bucks per head, and got
a room zillion times better than that just five minutes from that location.
Roorkee location unknown:
After checking in, we got a call from the reception asking
us where Roorkee was. I was in half a
mind to tell them that we didn’t know where Balaghat was either.
Midnight meeting and the room incident:
Someone (who is cunning enough to remain undetected even
now) bolted Rowdy’s door from outside. Obviously, Rowdy was outraged. He called
a meeting at midnight to discuss certain stuff, which thankfully didn’t
constitute much about that incident.
Fantasy Premier League at 1.20 am:
I was the only one with an internet connection in the whole
group (albeit the ones with GPRS). I got a call at 1.20 AM asking for my laptop
to make changes to a Fantasy Premier League team. Insanity Indeed. Considering
we had to report in the morning at 7, it is quite obvious what my reaction was.
Rowdy is known for his notorious nature among everyone. He
stopped breakfast midway so that we could leave. So much for the horrible
The field trip turned out to be a (newly-formed) couples
galore. The heading says the rest.
Begging for jobs:
On our trip to HCL (Hindustan COPPER Limited), we were told
that they do not usually recruit freshers. The batch, however, started begging
them to do the same(just as the situation in MECL on Day 1). Doesn’t that say
much about the current job situation?
Reading the palm:
Porny turned out to be an expert in reading the palm. A well
N.B. Do not forget to get your palm read for free.
Rowdy disrupting food of others:
We knew Rowdy had no concern about others, but little did we
know about his inhuman side. Two days in a row, he forced non-IIT junta (which
comprises the driver, conductor and the caterers) to stop when they were just
halfway through their meals. What he failed to understand that without them, we
would not survive in this hell hole.
We were taken to an open cast Copper mine on the last day. Yuri
Kasparov (yes, that’s his real name) started climbing a pretty steep slope
(comprising of loose sediments). The mining geologist who was escorting us lost
his head, and started barking in a language that even God would struggle to
On our way back:
Ghissing in the train:
The other three who were travelling by 3 AC did start
studying, but I really doubt how much they covered.
The Bhopal incident:
As you might (not) have noticed, Devdas and Paro were a part
of the group. It so happened that Paro’s boyfriend lived in Bhopal, and as the
train had a ten minute stoppage time, he did come on our way to Nagpur (who
wouldn’t?) On our way back, as the stoppage was quite late at night, Devdas was
pretty confident he wouldn’t. But when he did eventually come, Devdas’ million
dollar expression was indeed worth a look.
Angry Old Woman:
I don’t know about others, but I did get my share of
nicknames. Dada is what I was known as for quite a long time (Dada being elder
brother in Bengali, but grandfather in Hindi). That eventually changed to Dadi
(no particular reason; just that it means grandmother). In the trip, there was
a guy who got two enlightening slaps from me for taking pratical jokes too far,
which got me the nickname- Angry Old Woman (inspired by the Angry Young Man
from the 70s I believe)! Either ways, it does sound unique.
McDonalds mein pizza:
We did stop at McDonalds, and Rowdy gave us a strict 40
minutes there. Being the lazy bums that some people in our batch are, it took
almost an hour for them to come back. In his rage, Rowdy shouted- I would leave
you here, and you can come back after having three more pizzas at McDonalds.
And so, the field trip came to an end. I am thankful to God
that I came back alive (yes, I could have died- and so could others!) I came to
know the true nature of most of the people. I came to know who would actually
stand by me in times of need, and more importantly, I saw the double-crossers
expose themselves due to their actions. I witnessed people with a true passion for Geology and a spark of sincerity,
but also liars, egotists and cheats. In the end, I believe I came back a better
man, with infinitely more tolerance.
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