MAGNUM OPUS
Yes it is. Thanks a ton to our seniors and kudos to their creativity. This comic strip created by our seniors has been obtained from the annals of Meta history and posted here to tell you guys that Meta-Mafia is going to do some thing that no other Dept. has ever done. ( no no.. not an intern at "Victoria secrets"). common guys, its all here. We are starting a new comic strip. The strip with its new caricatures is expected to be out in a week or so (Hell yes, we have to mug for quizzes and ya we do mug for quizzes). For now, we made a new strip using the same template as above. This new strip is dedicated to all those seniors who made this Master piece. This is your brain child guys.
My Experience with 'The Blue Lagoon''Junta, assemble infront of MSB. The bus starts exactly at 2.00PM', said Lala the previous day in his typical style. 'Junta' started assembling and segregating into their respective gumbles: the freshies, second years, third years, fourth and fifth years, and not to forget the profs and their wives.
'Smart , smater and Sayan', commented Bulk. ' You look really cute', replied Sayan, carried away by Bulk's seductive attire. We all observed the comment and Shanti noted it down. Thus, we started socialising, yet again. While Lala was busy organising things, thinking of the huge responsibility he has, Hulk was in his world, forgetting his surroundings. 'Phirangies' Arpit, said.
We wanted to disturb Hulk, just for the fun of it. Bulk took the lead and called him. Hulk obliged, for he didnot want people to comment about him and his girls. 'Abbe, Kini kaha hai?', asked Charlie, without giving a hint of our intentions to disturb him. 'His women is here.So, he cannot come', said Hulk quoting what Kini told him. 'Look there', said Baille, pointing at Ashutosh Gandhi, coming with his wife on a Luna which probably was gifted to him as dowry by his poor father-in-law. We expressed our sincere sympathies to the vehicle. Then, we discussed strategies to drown profs into the water. But then decided against their implementation,considering their innocent wives. After all, this is not the first time in the Indian history that a man is saved because of his wife.
Then it started. We were all in the bus with the third years occupying the last few seats. There was no prof in our bus. Huh, relief to all of us.But, Dasa is not inside and Lala is all worried about it. Dasa came in. The bus started and so started the Dasa-Lala love story. I am not the correct person to describe the story properly. Anyway this episode may be taken as the inspiration for the next post. 'Bumps to RAvi Kumar', Hulk and Bulk proposed. We all seconded. We crossed IIT, went past Tidal park, Thiruvanmiyur, Charlie's aunts house(Excuse my memory. I forgot the location and hence had to invoke Charlie. No offence intended.) 'Junta, we are almost there'
announced Lala. 'Bumps to Lala', proposed Hulk again and we all seconded it again. All of a sudden the bus stopped. For a moment, we thought it was done out of Dasa's desperation to stop Lala getting bumped. But then, Dasa said, 'We are waiting for the other bus'. 5 min...10 min...15 min...and we all became restless. Lala advised us to be patient. 'Bumps to Lala again' proposed somebody. 'The bus is coming', said Dasa, skilfully avoiding Lala getting bumped yet again. In about 5 minutes from then the other bus came. We made fun of the amateur driver. Then we headed straight to the resort.
'Welcome drink, People', invited Lala, obviously embarrassed at his repeated use of 'Janta'. We had it. Some liked it, some didnot. 'Chal, paani mein jaayenge', said muski, partly excited to swim in the beach and partly to show his swimming skills.The idea seemed to fill in energy into all of us, the tired souls, tired because of the 15 minute bus journey and the 20 minute halt. We all went. 'Who is staying here?' asked Sayan, for he requires somebody to take care of his costly goggles and ofcourse camera. I volunteered. The luggage was kept under my care. People were rejoicing swimming as if they were born to be sea animals, but karma drove them into this hell. I took two or three pictures of Muski swimming and Bulk standing in the shallow waters, obviously not aware of the impending disaster. Suddenly Baille and Sayan came running towards me, offered me to get into water. 'Oh, how sweet of them', I thought, obviously not aware of the impending disaster. I changed my clothes and ran into the sea, obviously not aware of the troubles in running into the ocean. I joined Bulk, when Muski and Shanti waved to us indicating to walk further. I confirmed from Muski that non swimmers will not face any problems at that depth.Muski assured us even if we have some problem, he would save us. 'A 40 kg person single-handedly saves a 70 and 110 kg , would make the headlines tomorrow', I commented in the lighter spirit, reposing my faith on Muski. I walked hand-in-hand with Bulk, jumping on every high wave. We certainly enjoyed it a lot. 'This current is not so forceful', said Bulk, advancing further. I agreed in silence. 'Water is too salty. Water in Bombay beaches is not so salty', said Bulk gain. I believed. I was very proud of my skill in jumping at every high tide and beating its efforts to drown me. We didn't feel the force of the current on us. I was happy about it. 'Ask Lala to get a Volley-ball' shouted somebody near the horizon. We ignored it. Bulk and I were talking, how to successfully waste that evening and get classes cancelled next day. Bulk said,'Who will take the responsibility if somebody dies?' as if sensing something going wrong. I immediately replied 'Lala'. A freshie going that way overheard this and laughed.
I was feeling lighter. 'Look at me. Drowned until my neck', I told Bulk, without really meaning what I said, and without really realising the danger. 'Me too. Rush to the shore. This is damn dangerous', said Bulk. I started walking to the shore, just to find myself drowning more and more. Poor Bulk was waiting for me to come. I held him atlast. I was trying to rise up by pushing him down. He didn't realise my RG there. We shouted 'Help' in unison. A bigger tide covered us and dampened the amplitude of our shout. 'Where is Muski?' 'Help' I shouted again, walking back. Then I remembered my school friend from BITS Goa, saying how 3 of his friends got drowned in the Goa beach. I thought, this time not in a lighter spirit, that Bulk and I are going to make similar headlines in the news papers. I became sentimental for a moment, thought of my parents, thought how bad an idea it is to drown profs into the sea. 'Help', shouted Bulk, 'What happened to this water all of a sudden?'. I somehow managed to get my head out of the water after swallowing lots and lots of salt water. 'How I wish I were in Bombay beach. Water is atleast sweeter there.' I turned back, just to see a bigger wave coming. 'Its a tsunami', said I. Bulk managed to smile. I went inside water again. Bulk also claims to have just been drowned, meaning I was covered by water upto 5 inches atleast, above me. I started jumping again by holding Bulks shoulder. He didn't mind it. He is focused on going to shore and saw this as an negligible obstacle in achieving success infront of the huge challenge that water put before him. 'Do or die.' I heard my inner voice saying. There is no other option, ofcourse. Then I sensed an acclivity and immediately shouted in joy. Bulk was slightly lagging behind. He rushed towards it. We ran up the slope. Atlast, we came onto the shore. Sigh of relief. 'Forget it', said Bulk. 'Don't tell this anywhere', said Bulk too humble to accept his achievement. We came out gasping, saw everybody 'enjoying'. Cursing all who asked us to go in, we resolved not to get into the water anytime. I went back to my place to guard the luggage. We relaxed for a while on the shore and realised, we were born to be on the land. ' Now I understood why so many people died in a tsunami', said I. Bulk smiled.
Then what followed is ultimate enjoyment, like calm after a storm. Muski was covered by sand, we played volley, tambola, had a good dinner, and ofcourse a DJ. We returned with not only luggage but also people safe and secure. The final years entertained us all in the bus while coming back. We sang, sang and sang until we reached guru. Celebrated our socialisation yet again with a coffee at guru and then dispersed. 'Wait one sec. Tomorrows A Slot stands cancelled. Please pass on this message to all' read Baille for the 'n'th time. 'Bumps to Baille', I proposed and nobody seconded for they all were tired of enjoyment.
