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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Times of Navratri- Edition 2

Sometime in 2002, somewhere in Gujarat

Hostel life, weird quizzes & scary electronics course make up my life nowadays. Although I am enjoying riding cycle daily to college and me and my roomie Sajeev have been losing weight, and lots of it. I enjoy programming, and lot of bak bak we do in hostels. But midterms are coming up.

Bored by studies me and Prajjwal were thinking of only one thing, Navratri. Apart from my memories in childhood and Prajjwal's quest of finding cool places in city another motivator was Vishal- our hostel supervisor. His story of condom sales spiking up 10 times during Dandiya season in Gujarat & all nooks and corners of building being occupied by couples doing you-know-what was enough to fuel… fuel us to goto Garba.

So we tried to convince everyone, starting from our dear 83 block. Puneet & Krunal; the lovely legged Sainy, simple Sajeev, tanabesh & his peacocked roomie. Prajjwal asked a few girls, but given the midterm was on, no one was ready for it. So me and Prajjwal begin our journey towards the nearby Sector's garba.

Rs. 10 entry was well within our budgets, although it sounded insane to me that people paid for entering garba (of course later on I came to know about paying 1000 bucks for entering it J). As we entered it was a mix of nostalgia, teenage fantasies and bhakti bhavna all packed into one.

Well we entered and kept on watching junta dancing, and we kept on watching and watching.

Garba is the bestest form of dance ever I thought, and Prajjwal agreed, still trying to look for his favorite Dilli-ish girls. But he too lost interest and then we just immersed into the excitement of dance & music. We didn't enter the arena, firstly we didn't wear proper attire and secondly we were too shy to dance in front of these awesome performers.

We were standing and we found our ever sweating- rock music loving- calculus prof. Nice Guy he is. So we chatted with Prof. Chatterjee on a zillion things. An awesome night where we were mesmerized by dance, the devotion for Devi Ma & and slightly disappointed at our Prof. not offering us a cold drink.

And the initial thoughts, well in teenage days they are never gone, but still parked for sometime J

2 years later

Garba time in college, the arena is ready, guys dressed up in Kurta-Pyjama, girls shining in their traditional attire. That day most of them had taken a bath it seems ( a popular perception within my batch that like guys, even girls were lazy enough not to take a bath J) and sort of put some make up too. A rarity again J

Well we danced and had loads of fun, this time it was post the midterms too.

Few days later

Chachu said, yeh ek aitihaasik kshaan hoga, jab hum Ravan ka dahan karenge. So all of us started from a few Bamboo frames, loads of Fevicol (everyone smelled of it that day), crackers and whole loads of masti constituted the process of making our college's first ravan. Painted black and around 15 feet tall, it was constructed on the A-D wing junction and carried to the ground. The night was fun as the Ravan caught fire and Chachu set up his famous havan later.

But us raat sab Pyaase hi soye the J

Final Year

Puneet still believed in the first year Vishal theory, and he insisted that during our final year we try out the Hot Shot Garba at Karnavati Club. For a Rs. 200 entry it was worth the no. of well tattoed backs we saw, and heard a 3rd/4th runner up Indian Idol singer. All of the city's super rich were there and it seems lot of so called setting is done there. Still this one didnt beat the simple garba of sectors near our college.

And Puneet still remains, well he remains... :)

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Mac said...

awesome article... don't even remember if we video shooted or have some photographs of our Ravan dahan. I still remember we had exams the next week of Ravan dahan. But I swear those were the best days of my life :)
- Prashant (a.k.a MAC :) )

Harsh said...

Hahaha...LOLZ that college masti and "all those things"...i do have the pics of ravan dahan but not in Mumbai abut at my home PC(which was with me at DAIICT)

abhi said...

hahahahaha, kahan kahan ki baatein yaad hain tum logon ko, i tooo had some pics, cant say where they are now, hats off to chachu and the Ravana banane waala gang

Rajeev Ranjan said...

Dilchasp... Bahut Dilchasp...
Kya likha hai Launde ne. Waah !!

Kya din the bhai log vo...

Sharmee ke gaane,
Lee Bho*ari ke Tere Naam hairstyle,
Sexy Jaine ke Legs :P,
Thanda Sangal ke Gym Muscles,
Chachu ke Havan/bak/chutiyaape/etc.,
Tundla ka "Dhuaan...",
Kacchi kali(aka aksarohi-amit singh) ke vishesh Cricket tippaniyan,
ADT ke Despoaana,
Raul Bhai ka chutiyaana,
Tharneja-Cement ke Dalal ka dalaali ,
Jaadu ka Ultimate Chutiyaana,
Bapu ka - "Uper Utho",
Cat se..(mishra) ka Counter Strike,
Nemo ka Purana Chaddi Aur Guitar,
Sex (aka anurag) ka Apna Hath Jagarnaath,
Nakajha or Jha-ka-na ka Baddy,
Lakapa ka ????,
Axe (akshat) ka ????,
The Koppulas ka style,
Bhim Bhai ke Cool Dude attitute,
Chotu ka "Letta Hoon",
Maddy (the hunk) ke "Pondy Classes",
Dhari ka "Blow*** Photo" :)
Jawahar (off side ke bhagwan-leg side ke khuda) ka Sensored Pic,
and "all those things(i mean ppl)" :)

yaaron ek Maha Get-Together hona chahiye...

Mac said...

@chacha jaan: plz share those photos whnevr u go home

@Rajeev: gr8 work of poem :)

rk said...

shabash launde .... kya kya yaad dil diya/...
madhan ne sari purani yaden taza kar di...
madhav ne apne bare mein kuch nahi likha ..