SRMS Family

Well Let me start with one of the best thing happened to me till now.

It was back in Jan 2002 during chilly winter at Bareilly. Miss World Priyanka Chopra hails from here and one of my close friend claim that he didn’t gave a damm to her during school days. But thats another story and some other time i will come back to it

I was looking for a flat desperately. After a hell lot of follow ups with one of my lovely senior Mr. Dushyant Singh Yadav, i met Mr. Kapil Gulati. I found nothing interesting in him other than a angry look on his face. It looks like he had fought number of people on that fateful day. He asked me to accompany him in college bus back to his home in the city.
I was asked to sit in back of the bus. On the way, i met an ultimate character. Looking to his short hairs, i can understand that he is my batch mate so thought of interacting with him. But Bhai Sa’ab (fellow brother) he was in more angry mood than our senior and replied very rudely.
Excerpt from the conversation:

Gaurav(G): Hi, kya haal hai?
Batchmate (B): Tujhse matlab (with a weired look on his face)
G: nanhi aise hi, kaun si branch?
B: CS
G: arrey main bhi CS main hoon, kahan se hai?
B: kya karega?
G: aise hi pooch raha tha yaar (me irritated now)

(meantime a senior called me up)

B: Bahut khujli hai!! Ab Jaa Marra sale se!!
Senior: Oye kuch bola kya tune?
B: No Sir!!

Now me and the other senior
Senior (S): Hann bey kya naam hai?
G: Gaurav Sir
S: abey ye “Sir” kaun sa Second Name (sirname) hai India main?
G: My name is Gaurav Shankhdhar (now with few months in college i know what did he mean?)
S: Ab sahi hai (with a smile)

Suddenly Kapil Gulati (Mr. K) shouted “Oye Candle !! jyada hero mat ban chor de isse. Gaurav tu peeche ja!!”
I was confused about what to do? But again a more loud voice from our Gulati Sa’ab towards me “Oye teri samjh main nanhi aya kya?” and i was moving back to the last seat of the bus. From that point the journey was quiet and nobody called me. Our fellow Mr. B was surprised and a little impressed with this event and this time start the conversation:
B: Abey ye Kapil Gulati ko kaise janyta hai?
G: I know Dushyant Sir and he asked me to meet Kapil Sir.
B: humm, mera naam Abhinav Agarwal hai aur kaliwadi main rahta hoon tu kahan rahata hai?
G: main Budaun se hoon aur abhi Rajendra Nagar ke ass pass room dhoond raha hoon
A: acchi jagah hai!! Kapil Sir ke sath rahega?
G: pata nanahi abhi to room dekhne ja raha hoon
A: teekh hai

and here comes our Bus Stop (famous Deenanath ki Lassi ki dukan & Awadh Plaza) and i said good bye to dear Abhi’v and move on to see the room.
I get down with Mr K & Mr. Anurag Tyagi (AT). It was a surprise to me as i was not aware of his presence in the bus. I already met him during my first few interactions with Dushyant Sir. Mr AT was not very noticeable too, but always had a smile on his dusky face. At the Bus stop i met two more guys who seems to be their friends and my senior. Both of them are good looking and tall but thin (comes under the weak category ) These guys were seeking advice for the new shoes from Mr. AT & Mr. K. The thinner one was riding a Hero Honda CBZ and both of them were looking quite decent. Well, we move on to our room with following:

K: tune in dono ‘bina akal ke jaaton’ ko bhej diya jute lene. tu dekhna dukan ka sabse ghatiya piece lekar ayengey
AT: Arey “Gulu” jane dey. kaun dimag kharab karta udhar.
K: tu dekhna kya layengey ye dono.

Mr AT was smiling (his trademark) and i was thinking “Ek to ‘motu’ and ‘chotu’ doosra ‘kalu’ and ye dono shaq kar rahain hain do smart se dikhne wale bandon par huh..”

Anyways i found the room come Villa owned by Mr. K . Its a 2 BHK house and i kind of satisfied with it as i need it very badly. After all there will not be any landlord & neighborhood “bak bak” and i will be kind of joint owner of the house. I was living with a full joint family of my “Mausi Ji” and even after all her love & affection, i want to leave the place. She wept when i left the house Sad Na But there it was a big joint family and i know, i can’t spend my 4 years there. So, I said yes to him (Mr. K) and came back to my Mausi Ji’s place.

At the flat, i met Mr. Ali Sleem too. My first impression of him (or kind of portrayed by him and Mr. K) was of a Casanova. Mr. K and Mr. Ali talked about Mr. Ali’s girlfriends and about few gorgeous girls in the college on whom Mr. Ali is kind of “Line Marring”. Later in my college days and friendly relationship with Mr. Ali, i came to know that he was actually the Casanova personality .

It was about the journey to the house. I boarded the Villa after few days and on first night there i realized whats in the pipeline for rest of the four years in the house. Some other time about the fateful night.

From that day onwards i live three and half precious years of my life there. Witnessed to lot of events,fights,birthday celebrations, daru parties and other interesting happenings. I met number of peoples there involving 2-3 year seniors to 2-3 year juniors in my college and few people from outside the college. About more than 6 years from that day, those personal transactions had evolved to a second family to me. All kind of people are there and now has presence in every city of India & most of the major countries in the world.

With this post i wanted to say thanks to all of them who were part of my personal & social development. I learn’t a lot of things from each and every personal interaction. Guys, It so nice to have all of you around. I am thankful to Almighty for this.

To end the suspense in the story, the two guys on the CBZ were our own Dada (Mr. Prashant Teotia) and Munni (Mr. Munedra Singh) and they buy something like this for the Munni’s college dress shoes Now you know that how correct Mr. K was