The insti has always seen a shortage of beautiful members of the fairer kind. We were indeed surprised when we saw a few of them some days back.
Laundiya: Arre yaar, mast ladkiyan hai yaar. Teeno ke teeno. Figure wigure sab sahi hai.
Me: Kahaan hai yaar?
Jat: Kuchh kharidne gayi hai. Main toh ja raha hun andar.
Laundiya; Tu bhi jaa, andar hai.
I come out after buying 2 sachets of Head & Shoulders. Jat is already there.
Me; Sachi mein yaar. Acchhi hai.
Laundiya: Yaha kaisi aa gayi? Shayad galat jagah aa gayi hai.
Me; Ya toh hum galat jagah aa gaye hai ya toh woh log.
We all laugh.
Jat; Ek baahar aa rahi hai. Main toh ja raha hun uske paas.
Laundiya: Mujhe pyar ho gaya- teen baar , paanch minute mein.
Me: Main toh bhaag raha hun. Bye.
Another peculiar species to enter the insti this time around are our own freshies. Poor Chor had to vacate his room ( well, almost) just because he asked a freshie to get some cigarettes for him. Too bad he didn't ask him to buy some booze or condoms!! And the funniest part is, it wasn't the kid who bought the fags who complained, but the father of his roommie who apparently faxed the Dean!! Kya zamaana aa gaya hai. Another freshie cried and complained to the security officer when a senior took off his sweat-drenched shirt in front of him.
So, we are supposed to treat our freshies with utmost respect befitting them. I would be compelled to say one day, " Respected freshie, u happen to have misplaced ur foot on my naked toe. Could u please move it so that i can breathe a little easier? I would be obliged. "
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