Mission Rocket and SM

Time 7:30pm, 8th april 2011
Venue: KJC, UG block

“wat about collage??” Mathayi

“umm..” Sajith

“how to deliver it at 12??” K. J.

“good question..” Karadi

“lets tie it to the thread and tell them to lift it up.. cool ehh??” Cherian

“hmm.. umm.. am ready” Sajith

“wats a collage??” Arunan

That gone in thin air, and he didn’t make another try.

“collage.. its good.. good idea.. ehh..but we need to get print outs and all.. ”
monz

“ we need to select good photos..” Me

“ photos?? Whose photos?? ” Prithvi

“yours da.. your fat a**” Cherian

Prithvi grins and took a step back, “I was just making things clear..”

We can’t even laugh, coz he is capable of asking more ‘sensible questions’..

“I have good pictures of her in my laptop” Sajith

“ok.. go get it and come to Mathayis room” Me

“da.. we are going to Kamanahalli.. if you guys want something… ” Mathayi

“ok.. please wait.. lets make some plans.. ” Me

“umm.. we have to… done too much for Lisa’s birthday na.. she will expect
something” Sajith

“Seetha might be peeking to the ground from now itself to see we people working for her birthday celebrations.. ha.. ha.. ha.. ” Prithvi


We laughed for 5 seconds and started with the discussion, but Prithvi continued to laugh until we give him a serious look, signal for him to stop jerking his tummy.

“wat about shooting paper rockets to her room from the ground..”Me

“paper rockets?? Will it reach?? Window is too high??” K. J.

“we can shoot with rubber band” Me

“da.. are you serious??” Arunan

“am not Prithvi.. ok??” Me

“anthappa.. everything is not that easy as cycling.. ” Prithvi

“see.. its easy da.. I will show you how.. ” Me

“please tell some workable plans.. ” Prithvi

“you don know me… I used to land paper rockets on a bus speeding at 70.. umm.. no.. no.. 40 KM/hr” Me

“fort…. Forty kilometer… gheehh…” Prithvi

“but the distance.. its too far.. that window.. and.. ” Arunan

“and shooting rockets at ladies hostel at midnight…not a good idea ” monz

“anyway don forget to wear underwear.. ok?? Might be useful at police station” Karadi

“is it a self talk or wat??” Cherian

“we are shooting it from outside na?? wats the big deal” I said “Mathayi, get me some rubber bands.. please don forget..ok??”

“hmm.. ok” Mathayi and smiled at Arunan “and color of chart sheet??”

“chart sheet.. for wat??” Prithvi. He proves it again and again.

“black or some dark colors” Cherian

“no da.. we are taking color printouts, so better white..” Karadi

Karadis bike starts roaring with Mathayi and Arunan on top.

Prithvi and Sajith already left to buy cake and chocolates for Prajyothi hostel, our dream land. ;-) that’s not our contribution, but just doing the logistics part for their celebrations.


Time: 8:30 pm
Mathayi’s and K. J.’s room

Only me and K. J. are there in the room; forgetting the ants, termites and some spiders, big and small. We really like to spend time together, but not in class rooms, don know the reason for that. May be our subconscious mind pine for more friends or more attention than just ‘Devan’ or ‘K. J.’, as both of us are not celebrities. But not we are busy, busy in our duties.

Am busy making the rockets and K. J. busy asking me all ‘udayippu questions’, made me think about trying IAS or something if I could answer him convincingly.

“do you think it will reach??.. I doubt” K. J.

“I don’t; only if you don’t have another question” Me

“am not concerned about your bloody rockets, but the image of MBAs” K. J.

“don worry baby, we don have any” Me.

I really want to talk him about the non-logical part of doing things, thats what people without brains always do, and some other brainless creatures value or appreciate it, and that moments constitutes somebody called something, life, is all about; than just sequence of thoughts. This time he seems to be more aggressive than me, because he got more reason for his pointless point, and I don’t.

By the time, Sajith entered with cake for our ‘sisters’. He kept it on the table and went outside. Me and K. J. given a smile, communicated everything at the moment, with one heart and one goal, forgetting each and every fight we had, with deep understanding went for a cherry hunt. Unfortunately it was not garnished with cherries, may be the baker might foreseen guys like us; wrapping up the cake I said to K. J.,

“cherries are not good for health.”

“is it?” K. J

“for the time being.”

Sajith is back with thread and with some rubber band in his hand. We set out to our dreamland with rockets for the test flight, accidently the raw material for the rocket was Mathayi’s resume . I took a short break from my IAS test paper and climbed Prithvi’s bike. We four people, Prithvi’s tummy, his a**, Sajith and me; put that 100cc in confusion, but soon focused on his job and pulled us away. Jane was waiting for us at the hostel gate to collect the cake and the thread.

Reaching the hostel gate, I took my rocket with great pride and aimed at her window. Now I have three audience, watching eagerly to see my rocket hitting her window pane, stretched the rubber band to the max and dropped, it flew like Agni to hit on junior’s bathroom vent. Though the flight was unsuccessful I gained enough confidence that I could make it at 12 O’ clock.

‘practice makes man perfect’ somewhere I read and so we went back and started practicing. Sajith and Me was shooting at some branches of tree and find ourselves improving each time. We congratulated ourselves and continued to practice.

Is there somebody said something like ‘practice makes man forget’. If not, I am telling it now, we forgot about the collage. The guys who were sent to buy chart sheet, were busy shopping a salvar for her. We were busy practicing rocket launching, and the rest were busy with something else. Thus the ‘mission: Collage’ remained in our thoughts.

After enough practicing with A4 sheet, it seems to be so heavy to fly. So we took a notebook and took pages from it. It gives more accuracy and ease of flight, and we are delighted with the performance of our rockets. K. J. was devising new methods of shooting, to some extend he was also successful but he was not feeling well and so couldn’t join us to the plot from where we are going to wish her birthday.

Time :11.30pm
Mathayi’s and K. J's room again.

Arunan and Mathayi is back with a Salvar to gift her from their side. They were afraid to tell us its price, as they know we will poke them to death. They were half right, we poke them but not to death. The rest of us, being non-materialistic and spiritual, are there with no-salvar and abundant blessing in our heart for her.

“da.. its time to wish her.. lets move.” Prithvi

“umm..umm.. ahh” Sajith

Me and Sajith busy making rockets, and K. J. writing “happy birthday Seetha” on them. He really want to make things more funny with pet names and all, but we were censoring each and every rocket comes out from the final stage of production.

“macha.. lets make it a bit spicy da… its will be fun” K. J.

“but I never heard anything funny happened inside principal’s office” Sajith

“wat??” K. J.

“once we got caught buddy” Me

“but am not coming” K. J.

“and you won’t have any proof for that tomorrow” Mathayi

K. J. gives him a half-way smile, that communicated something that non-roomates can’t understand. May be its nothing, may be its everything; that’s K. J..
Bikes become noisy and my cycle didn’t make a sound but waited for me to pedal it. I called up Jetty and Rajanna to join us as we don’t have permission to enter that plot from where we can see their window. Jetty and Rajanna could speak kannada and could defend ourselves.. hopefully.


Its 11.55pm, Arunan called her up and we started singing,

“happy birthday to you……………..”

Then me and Sajith took our bows and arrows and started firing… our rockets flew in all directions but none towards their window panes. Some of them hit tin sheets at the fence and made sounds, but not so loud. But dogs started barking, and they were loud enough to make the entire hostel aware of our presence. Except me and Arunan, everyone were leaving the scene, but we can’t do that. I don’t know the reason with Arunan, but I can’t return because Prithvi is there waiting to hear my 40 km/hr bus story. I have to prove my abilities and there is no other way than landing the rocket in their room. We shoot almost 15 more rockets and about ‘none’ of them hit the target. Mission Rocket: failed.

Prithvi is waiting there infront of Nithin’s hostel with a smile, thats a special blend of sarcasm and success.

“wat was that?? 40 km/hr..  ” Prithvi

“that was the problem… the window pane was not moving at that speed” Me

“window pane @%#@##@@#%%” Prithvi

“didn’t get enough time to practice also” Me

“if you practiced you would have hit the birthday cake.. don’t prompt me tell something else” Prithvi, “oomm… his 40 km/hr… ”

I smiled at him with no reason to smile but to comfort him to stop insulting me. I was worried about tomorrow, how can I face Seetha, birthday baby?? and Lisa.. she is the one with whom we were discussing the plans from step 1. My cell starts vibrating, and thats Lisa,
1. should I pick it
2. or not??
Another dilemma, none named it, and so I call it ‘Dilemma: Mougly’. Without much statistical test results I made the decision, took the call. She didn’t say anything that I expected, but said its ok and said we have to celebrate her birthday tomorrow in a better way with a better plan. I said yes without a plan, hiding my diffidence tone from my words, because I was running out of plans and don’t have the courage to try something anew.

Got to bed, done my ‘daily gn sms’ing to my fav buddies, made peace with myself, thinking about the strategic management (SM) internals, again entered mode: ‘worried’, by the time sleep took my conscious and felt relieved; another escape from realities. Sleep, you know, it is such a marvelous friend to be with, when we are troubled or confused.

One more day, another soul entered my body. He just took control of my body as per the instruction set fed by my brain. I believe, each day I wake up with a new soul or we are switching souls between our bodies, so that everyone got a chance to experience everything in this world.

But I cant write beliefs in SM test. It needs some solid facts, and plans that are practiced, proved and printed in some fat junk books. Which one is better?? proved or seemed to be true strategies or unproved hypothesis that are real facts?? My questions are not considered by Bangalore University though I do consider their ‘dabba’ questions. Isn't it unfair??

so what?? you want justice or feel good??

No doubt, I will go for the later, feel good. Who want to be a hero when no body is watching.

bugger.. What is that mean??

Likely to say, there are NO KNOWN HEROs. Being a looser I strongly believe in this statement. Peace of mind dude.. that’s wat I am talking about.

I stuffed every thing in my bag and nothing in my head, routine search for the room keys and cycle keys along with the breakfast, everything done perfect, forgetting my blue pen and blue book for the test-paper, and started for the college. My cycle chain played music and my just-show-off brake levers danced and I pedaled hard to harmonize everything, also with an agenda to reach college on time.

I reached the examination hall. He equipped with everything and anything, copy-proof desk n chairs with Selvi Maam in-charge, and I am there with nothing inside my head and being ‘no-pen-no-blue book-guy’. And in my preliminary search I realized that bitter fact. Hiding my stupidity, I discovered my cell, that 4 and a half edged one, and giving a very intelligent pose made calls to ‘15 min late guys’ for blue book. To my surprise it sound ring ring, against the usual female voice telling its switched off or lost somewhere in the woods or something.

‘wat?? Blue book??’ K. J.

‘hmm athe.. (yea)’ me

‘small or big’ K. J.

‘no.. no.. the smallest… ’ Me

We have to think about our trees and greenery na, that why. Whats the point of writing SM or SineMa stories and made pity professors to read those BS in our customized spell check, better save it for the future. Let our kids too have blue books to write exams. ‘Save blue books for the future’, Do you support this movement?? I know you do, you care for nature and for your kids.

I didn’t waste a second and started waiting for the blue book, pretending the last minute study, and sincerely begging for a pen, pencil or a peace of coal was fine with me. Finally K. J. appeared with a blue book in his hand and a smile on his face. I searched for my seat where I am supposed to sit according to the roll no. But my eyes struck on a very attractive lady who seems to be praying, and I am quite sure she is not praying for the test, but not to get me next to her. She is my acting girl friend for the past one and half years, with or without her consent, I just made her my GF which she could not deny, as it questions her female courage or something.

And now, here, God was busy with something and didn’t listen to her desperate prayers.

“sh……… t… whats wrong with you… its not yours” Sumi

“who said?? you are mine.. my dreams.. ” me

“this seat.. its not yours” Sumi

“ok.. so, you are mine?? alright… thank you..” Me

“Hopeless..” Sumi

“not yet.. not me.. ” Me

ma’am made her classic comment on Cherian or somebody,

“hey you.. Cherian... don’t show your wrong answers to ladies.. ”

We welcomed that comedy with natural and artificial laughter, made some noise, so that we can communicate our half wrong answers in that slot. My dream girl is busy asking answers to everyone in side the hall except me and Ma’am. Not only my DG, everyone is busy asking answers and me just sat and relaxed; that caught her attention.

“Devan, why not writing.. ehh??” maam

or why not asking anything to anybody.. ‘the odd one out’..

you find me and I am out. Am the odd one here in two ways.. not writing anything and also without a pen.

“am thinking ma’am”

“get me a pen da.. please..” to Sumi, in a low voice.

She returned a look that communicated.. ‘pen??… me??.. ’ as if pen and my DG never get along. Mr. X lend me a pen that go for a strike on every 5 lines. But it need to strike only for 7 to 8 times in my blue book.

Once I started I could understand more things that one need to know in an exam hall. Pen and blue books are not the only things that we need in an exam hall, one need a question paper.

“ma’am.. question paper.. ”Enlightened me.

“you are here… inside exam hall… for 15 mins.. without a question paper..” excited ma’am.

“sorry ma’am” me.

“be sorry for yourself.. you got only 1hr 45 mins left” said ma’am. Given me a copy.

“thanks ma’am” Me

shortly I could realize more facts, that it was still early for me to collect that question paper. I could have collected it even after one hour and could complete the test at a margin of half an hour.

“hey.. question no 6th..” Sumi asking it to a genius sitting the front bench. and I know what he was doing last night and so I said to her,

“question no 18th”

“its case study dumbo.. use your imagination.. not your friends' ” Sumi

“18th contains the answer to 6th question” Me.

She gone through it and grinned at me communicating ‘thanks for the info, still you are a dumbo.. ’

“you are welcome.. ” Me.

Ma’am discovered something very interesting and started to me,

“You are Devan… rite?? Whats your number?” Me

“me.. 17 ma’am” Me

“Then you are not supposed to be sitting here..” Ma’am..

I gave a pose as if I just heard something very thoughtful and very new to my knowledge base. The class room laughed as if they are appreciating her discovery or desperate to laugh.

“Sir, please take your seat in the first row” sarcastically ma’am.

“hey sweety.. It won’t be long.. will be back.. miss you..” to Sumi..

“poda.. (get lost)” Sumi

With that I got promoted to the first bench from the third bench. I wrote and rewrote the answers, used active and passive voices, still saving fairly a large portion of my blue book for future punishment assignments, to be done in the same blue book.

After the exam we all got to monz’s place to celebrate Seetha’s birthday. We had cake, coke, candles, kusic n all kind of partying scraps.. am not basically a partying kind-a-guy, but its part of life and also I believed and respected that somebody who said, "homo sapiens are social animals". And at this age, with this kinda hormone levels and instincts, I don’t find it hard, but I am anxious about my life when I am 40 or 50 years old. “no.. no.. he is not just a jerk.. a holistic junk makeup..” , this will be the only possible sincere comment that a honest guy could ever make on me.

Please don’t laugh, because its on me.

Now Sumi need to reach her house as early as possible, before her dad got back from work. Prithvi don’t want to miss any part of the celebrations and told me to take her home.

I accepted the offer whole heartedly, but have genuine doubt whether she allows me to drop her. But she is such a practical lady that she even allows Veerappan to drop her as she needs to transport hers 55 kg flesh and bones to her kingdom 10 kms away. Thats it.

I kicked the bike with my cent percent energy and pretended to use just 10% of my force, because guys/ I always want to be a macho in front of the other gender, even though the guls are least bothered about it. I pretended 20% and then 40 and pretending 80%; then the bike, even without a heart but engine, felt pity on me start vibrating. She was about to climb the bike,

“one sided da..” me

“do you know how to ride?? huh..” Sumi

“see.. I don like girls sitting like that.. you know am from kerala” Me

“So what?? You dumbo..” Sumi

“typical kerala guys are different.. they have their style..” Me

“ok masterji.. better next time..” Sumi.

“next time or never??” Me.

“you can’t balance da.. ” Sumi

“upto you.. ”Me

She sat as she likes, leaving space for an invisible guy to sit between us. We just covered 50 meters and I asked her again, but without any hope,

“see.. da.. please.. ” Me

“ok.. stop the bike.. you can balance na.. am 55kg.” Sumi

“don’t worry.. I used to take my mom.. 65 kg.. ” Me

She just took 30 seconds to climb down and to sit side ways, still keeping that invisible guy between us. I messed up with the gear box for 15 more seconds and just geared it up. Now we are not riding, we are floating. I pictured ourselves in my mind and found so romantic,

“now see.. how romantic it is..” Me

“please be careful.. ” Sumi

“don worry da..” Me

“its so sweet of you da.. nobody took me on bike like this.. ” Sumi

“see.. only I could understand your heart.. ” Me

“umm.. venda mone..” Sumi

“ha.. ha.. can we elope and get married??.. ” Me

“now??” Sumi

“yea..” Me

“ok.. but register office might be closed by this time” Sumi

“No problem.. we can ride this night to kerala and tomorrow morning get married” me

“great plan.. but I have better plans.. Take me to my house.. #%@#%%” Sumi

“ha.. ha.. ” Me

After a short break,

"da.. do he really got a gun.."

"umm.. who?? my dad??" Sumi

"No.. My dad.." Me

"yep.. khhh.. technically its a pistol" Sumi

"okey.. " Me

Hope she didn't noticed the speedometer drops down, so do my joshometer. Quickly I switched to some other topics for no reason, but peace of mind. :-)

Then we started with some serious discussions, half bitching and half facts, that I can’t write. Though she neither need a guy like me nor like me, but she don’t want me to have a girl friend. It is really hard and wired, non-guys psychology.

We reached safely at some street where her sister was waiting for her. She introduced me to her and tried to pull my leg on some sms I send. We chat for 2 mins, mean while that invisible guy gone somewhere and i hate that guy. I returned to monz’s house without him to join the later part of the party.


We are waiting.. waiting for more birthdays… waiting for 'moments' to spice up our life..

It won’t be long baby.. will be back soon..

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