Satna Claus and Gabbar, the Great!

Five years have gone by and few things have changed. Still in the cold chill of the winter, when children around the world wait for Santa Claus, during the merry Christmas day, to bring them presents, kids in the small indian town of Satna wait for the "SATNA CLAUS". Yes, that is true! Last night, one of our close friends from Satna unveiled the story of this white old man from Satna. Incidentally Gabbar was with us. He seemed so interested and connected to this story that we started to have doubts. Doubts that don't easily go away, doubts that have led to the revelation of some of the biggest mysteries of the world!

When you hear the word 'gabbar', what is the first thing that comes to your mind? An old fat filthy shabby guy with a big belly, a gun in his hand and one of his eyes covered with an dirty cloth band. To be honest, many of us are very obliged to have lived with a guy with this name and one who doesn't even fall an inch short of the description.

In our early years at KGP, this is what schedule looked like : Eat, run, play, run, play, eat a bit, create funny names for others, run, play, propose some of his friends' girlfriends, run, play and sleep. He is honoured to have named many of our friends including those infested by the power of the devil. Neither the gults nor the biharis were saved from Gabbar's petname-giving ceremony.

It was not long when Rohit (Gabbar's alter-ego) realised he was the only one without a petname. Mounting frustation and irritation made him give up. Finally, one fine day, Rohit died and 'Gabbar' was born. He rose from the ashes of Rohit like a dog finds a new life when he is adopted. Rest they say is history.....


P.S.: In the meantime, the power of the devil was growing behind the shadows. Soon, his strength would take the entire hall down.

Will return with the story of 'Priori-de-sardar' and the attempt to unravel 'The Puttar Code'. The first clue is 'Tunak Tunak Tun...'

When we were young….

Now that the time to leave KGP forever is nearing, a lot of memories of the times spent here are rushing in my mind. Seems like yesterday when sitting on the ground-floor stairs of HJB Hall of Residence and bhatting for long hours was a favorite pastime. Away from home and excited about being an IIT, the first year was the most interesting. Now, a hall in a special category, HJB was a hall for first years back then. Housed in a new building, this hall has the best design and architecture, very well suited for first years. Get out of your room and you can see the entire hall. With well furnished rooms and a good size balcony, you also have a nice wooden cupboard.

I am sure all of us remember our first class in college. Mine was in V1 in the new academic complex. Sitting in a modern air conditioned classroom presented a very wrong picture of IIT. But again, we were all ready to be shocked and awed by brand IIT and its never very difficult to fool first years.

Into a few weeks and the most adored culture of GPLs was growing in power. Soon it had engulfed one of our dear friends who, under the power of this dictatorial devil, was taking more and more inhabitants everyday. He would come to your room, knock your door and wait silently in the shadows. The inhabitant of the room, unaware of the danger loitering in the wing, would soon be in the hands of the devil. Several screams and his appetite was satisfied. Legend has it that the devil loved gults!

In a few days, the entire hall was gripped by its power. Another hall-mate of ours, who’s still my hall-mate, was the devil’s next target but this time, the story was different. A bio-nano creature was about to be doomed forever. Every evening, the danger of the shadows would fall upon him and all blood was sucked out of his ass in a matter of a few weeks. Once, the devil grew so strong in power that this bio-nano creature was attacked from the window and not the door.

A very good friend of mine and a neighbor, was never present in the hall with us. He was one of those guys who loved and are loved by, though not in the same amount, by certain people. He would tell us stories of the history of this place and feel proud about his knowledge. Being our only connection to the world of senior students, he also became our guide and mentor.

But then, he betrayed one of us. He dated a girl, a girl much liked by one of us. We got this news through a phone-call and this was a moment the devil was waiting for. The entire ground floor of HJB mourned for hours. We cried, we shouted and yelled in despair unless he arrived. As always, the power of the devil reigned.

Will return with more stories of the power of the devil….