It was a sunny friday morning and we all were heading towards our graphics class with the engineering T- scale , a big white sheet ( which was supposed to have a tough time with my compass and dividers today ) and other drawing instruments. Hubba had lived just the next door to Pratim sir's room whom we called Paltu. His comic presence would make the class interesting enough and that was the only reason I did not bunk that class often although I could hardly draw what I was supposed to. I was good at art but my being good turned to "Oh my God , what have you done " when it came to engineering drawing.
He would swing around with a sharp drawing push pencil in his hand and make bright outstanding facial expressions synchronising with the speed of his rythmic explanations and eyes protruding out of its socket as if he was discussing rocket science. I was busy and engrossed in copying his body language and the way he spoke rather than what he said. Hubba would be serious in his class because I heard that Paltu sir would enter his room like the unwanted neighbour in the oddest hours and would find a potential graphics designer in him. He could not afford to let down his neighbour teacher. Another reason was he also enjoyed the way Paltu sir will call out to him in that rythmic pattern , " Aaaabhhhisshheeekk.... ".
On my way back to the hostel after getting devastated ( this normally happened to me after the PT fall - in and the graphics class ) , I met Kalyan Das , our expected college topper. He was carrying 2 books which he had brought from the library and one of them was about the graphics design. I looked at the thick book and wondered how he could borrow a book on that subject from the library. We were heading towards the canteen for lunch. I asked him , " May I see those books ?"
He somewhat got disturbed at the thought of handing those over to me and told me, " You can get them in the library if you want." I don't know but the tone seemed sarcastic and somehow I felt he was proud enough. I gave him back his books and as I had hardly interests in that subject it was not a great deal. There was a little hatred hormone secreting down my heart for him.
After lunch I went to my room to find that Priyankar with a cigerrete was trying something new with the matchsticks and matchbox. Pande was abusively making fun of him , calling out vulgar lady names at every failed attempt.
"What the hell are you guys doing man ? I can here your voices right from the corridor." I exclaimed.
Pinky did not care to answer and continued with the wierd trials.
Pande with full excitement told , " PINKY had a bet with me that he can light up his cigerette at the instantaneous single strike of the matchstick with the fan at its full speed."
" Can we reduce the speed to 3 ?" Pinky enquired with the cigerrete in the corner of the lips.
"No.... khela ....no lady... noooooooo" shouted Pande..
"Its ok then.. I'll do it..just wait", Pinky tried more hard but failed again.
I could see several burnt matchsticks lying on the floor. It would be a hard time for us and would have to sweep the floor for this idiotic bet. Our room was the most dirtiest room in the whole hostel. I was never organised and then we have our queen of dirtyness Pinky. Pande never tried to be organised either because that would be useless. The cigerrete being in his mouth for so long was wet till then and Pande shouted back , " You worthless Pinkyyy , the cigerrete got wet . How am I supposed to have counters now?"
He added a few more inappropriate adjectives to that.
Frustated Pinky told , "Leave this one. I will show a new trick now . Wanna see ??"
"You fail at everything you worthless stuntwoman." Pande devastated at the loss of that cigerrete.
And in no time Pinky took out a match stick and threw it in an unique style from the squared end of the match box with the use of his thumb. The pressurised thumb caused the friction and the matchstick flew towards Pande's shirt. On the way to its fly it caught fire and that was something I saw for the first time. Pande's white t- shirt caught a little flare and Pande jumped in astonishment. The black spot on the white t-shirt made him mad. But he could hardly say anything before Pinky was ready with the next one.
" What names were you calling me ?"Pinky with a destructive smile. He added , " say ..say.. polar... like to play with fire baby..??"
He threw another one and it went in the same way. The throwing had an unique speciality. It seemed that an unburnt matchstick had been thrown but on the way it would catch fire and screw the assumptions..
This time it was Pande's bed. Pande shouted in terror , " Oh you destructive lady , Pinky the witch... accidents will happen.. Are you insane ?"
"Hey what did you tell me??????" Pinky ready with the 3rd one.
"Oh you are the goddess of Pink empire , not the witch. Don't do that sweetheart. It will ruin our belongings. Don't play with fire. I have an idea lets do it somewhere else. Its a wonderful smart trick you know . And by the way we are messing up our room only. Just see the condition of the floor. "
The last words were quite efficient in cooling him down although he practised the same art aiming at the outside of the room a few number of times. We promised him to create a platform for his talent in the evening. We had classes in the second half so we needed rest now .( atleast I needed some )..
In the evening after the snacks we were sitting in the room when Pinky had the cunning idea of disturbing Somen next door. We went to his room to find that he was in his study table busy browsing the notes . The very framed picture of Anakul thakur on his table would tell us to disturb him that forced him to make faces full of irritation. I sat on his bed. So did Pinky. He looked at us and especially at our legs whether they touched his bed or not. His expressions were as if we were from the muddiest place and he was the most hygienic creature alive. He had a bath in the evening and with a fresh body and mind the whole surrounding looked dirty to him. Just to test him I sat with one leg up on the bed.
Somen warned , " I have put the new sheets on. Don't make them dirty. Put down your legs."
Pinky got a starter , " Ohhh , you clean and neat FORA-CIOUS fellow.... the only devotee of the clean God"
"Hey don't tell anything about him ?" Fora warned again pointing to that expressionless photo frame.
"The God who gave the clean child lots and lots of foras as a blessing.... Lets see what your God has to say when I put both my legs on your pillow..."Pinky added with that cunning smile across the broken teeths.
The moment he touched the pillows , Somen jumped up from his chair and literally threw us out of his room. He was shoutimg at the top of his voice and his irritation was no longer an expression .
"Get out you two... just get the hell out of here..." He added..
He locked the door from inside. but his windows did not have the lock. So they were open and we could see him sitting back in the chair. He looked at us a few more times and we made shameless faces indicating him and his God.... I shut the door from outside as instructed. Pinky took out the weapon from the pocket of the pants he had been wearing since 2 weeks. It was the match box..
" Ohh.. you devotee..You must need fire for praying to God... So here it is.."Phewww!! Pinky performed the art 3 - 4 times in a few second and Somen was terrified with surprise , irritation and insult to his God. The matchsticks flew as the firing missiles and made him mad. His God in the photo frame had been struck with the fire. One of the extinguished match stick lied on his bed. He was mad with rage. He used slangs and swore that he would kill us like mosquitos. He tried to open the door to get us but it was locked from outside and we promised him that we won't let the devotee out of his God's room until he gains normality.
The trick was modified late in the night by Pande. I don't have any clue how he had that idea but he took out an old colgate tube , squeezed some and put it on the match sticks back and asked Pinky to perform the throw. We were amazed and delighted to see that this was a great research as the matchstick flew ,caught fire on the way and got stuck to the ceiling because of the colgate. We tried that interesting trick a few more times to verify it was not a fluke. We had confirmed that very soon and decided to postpone the trials as each time we did the fire would burn that part of the ceiling leaving dark black spots. We already had 5 of them in our room with the matchsticks hanging like the bats.
The next day when most of the guys had gone home after lunch for their weekend holidays Pinky , Pande , Somen and I have decided to try that trick somewhere else apart from our rooms. Hubba had heard of that trick and he wanted to visualize the real effects . So he was with us too. Somen had been warned that he may be on the firing end again if he doesn't show co - operation.. Somen had cooled down a lot from yesterday's events. We chose to target 216 the cornermost room. Nag had gone home and Somesh was in his classes. Chaudhury was preparing to go home. We entered his room and were waiting for an oportumity to come. Chaudhury told us to wait as he has to go to the bathroom. Our mission started.
Somen and Hubba was told to look out and inform us if someone came towards the room. Pande was standing with the colgate tube in the room quite confused how to participate. Pinky and I tried a few on the window ceiling of Nag. To add to the design we had made a line of burnt circled spots with matchsticks hanging. We were extremely happy how things went. Our research was a success and the fun was unlimited. We had a small our own kind of diwali with only a box of matches.
The very first day of the next week we heard shouts from the room 216 . It was Choudhury's voice. We ran to his room to find that Nag had almost stood on Choudhury interrogating him how all this happened. Our face turned pale. He was angry at the new design of his window ceiling. The sticks were still hanging. What a strong power colgate has...
Choudhury was innocently trying to say that he did not know anything about it. But Nag was adament.
"You were the one who left the room at last. You locked the room and went home , Somesh told me. So how come you don't know. Just tell me what you did here .." Nag squeezed Choudhury in an abrupt wierd way to which Pinky said , "Ohhh thats the FOUR LOCK...".
Seeing my dumb and ignorant look , Pinky added , "W W E.."
I told Pande in the ears , "lets go out now. Not a good time.. I can't see myself in that WWE lock."
We all came back , Pinky took the match box from the drawer and put inside the almirah and Pande threw the squeezed colgate tube out of the back window to the fields..
It took several weeks for Nag to discover that it was us when he had entered our room for some work and his eyes fell on the dark spots at our ceiling... He scratched his right cheek not knowing what to tell or do but as the punishment was already given he gave us only the WWE look and not the lock .. Thank God...
P.S : Kalyan was introduced in this story as because its the 11th post of PARAMETERS and the number 11 has a lot to do with him. That will be discussed later though.
He would swing around with a sharp drawing push pencil in his hand and make bright outstanding facial expressions synchronising with the speed of his rythmic explanations and eyes protruding out of its socket as if he was discussing rocket science. I was busy and engrossed in copying his body language and the way he spoke rather than what he said. Hubba would be serious in his class because I heard that Paltu sir would enter his room like the unwanted neighbour in the oddest hours and would find a potential graphics designer in him. He could not afford to let down his neighbour teacher. Another reason was he also enjoyed the way Paltu sir will call out to him in that rythmic pattern , " Aaaabhhhisshheeekk.... ".
On my way back to the hostel after getting devastated ( this normally happened to me after the PT fall - in and the graphics class ) , I met Kalyan Das , our expected college topper. He was carrying 2 books which he had brought from the library and one of them was about the graphics design. I looked at the thick book and wondered how he could borrow a book on that subject from the library. We were heading towards the canteen for lunch. I asked him , " May I see those books ?"
He somewhat got disturbed at the thought of handing those over to me and told me, " You can get them in the library if you want." I don't know but the tone seemed sarcastic and somehow I felt he was proud enough. I gave him back his books and as I had hardly interests in that subject it was not a great deal. There was a little hatred hormone secreting down my heart for him.
After lunch I went to my room to find that Priyankar with a cigerrete was trying something new with the matchsticks and matchbox. Pande was abusively making fun of him , calling out vulgar lady names at every failed attempt.
"What the hell are you guys doing man ? I can here your voices right from the corridor." I exclaimed.
Pinky did not care to answer and continued with the wierd trials.
Pande with full excitement told , " PINKY had a bet with me that he can light up his cigerette at the instantaneous single strike of the matchstick with the fan at its full speed."
" Can we reduce the speed to 3 ?" Pinky enquired with the cigerrete in the corner of the lips.
"No.... khela ....no lady... noooooooo" shouted Pande..
"Its ok then.. I'll do it..just wait", Pinky tried more hard but failed again.
I could see several burnt matchsticks lying on the floor. It would be a hard time for us and would have to sweep the floor for this idiotic bet. Our room was the most dirtiest room in the whole hostel. I was never organised and then we have our queen of dirtyness Pinky. Pande never tried to be organised either because that would be useless. The cigerrete being in his mouth for so long was wet till then and Pande shouted back , " You worthless Pinkyyy , the cigerrete got wet . How am I supposed to have counters now?"
He added a few more inappropriate adjectives to that.
Frustated Pinky told , "Leave this one. I will show a new trick now . Wanna see ??"
"You fail at everything you worthless stuntwoman." Pande devastated at the loss of that cigerrete.
And in no time Pinky took out a match stick and threw it in an unique style from the squared end of the match box with the use of his thumb. The pressurised thumb caused the friction and the matchstick flew towards Pande's shirt. On the way to its fly it caught fire and that was something I saw for the first time. Pande's white t- shirt caught a little flare and Pande jumped in astonishment. The black spot on the white t-shirt made him mad. But he could hardly say anything before Pinky was ready with the next one.
" What names were you calling me ?"Pinky with a destructive smile. He added , " say ..say.. polar... like to play with fire baby..??"
He threw another one and it went in the same way. The throwing had an unique speciality. It seemed that an unburnt matchstick had been thrown but on the way it would catch fire and screw the assumptions..
This time it was Pande's bed. Pande shouted in terror , " Oh you destructive lady , Pinky the witch... accidents will happen.. Are you insane ?"
"Hey what did you tell me??????" Pinky ready with the 3rd one.
"Oh you are the goddess of Pink empire , not the witch. Don't do that sweetheart. It will ruin our belongings. Don't play with fire. I have an idea lets do it somewhere else. Its a wonderful smart trick you know . And by the way we are messing up our room only. Just see the condition of the floor. "
The last words were quite efficient in cooling him down although he practised the same art aiming at the outside of the room a few number of times. We promised him to create a platform for his talent in the evening. We had classes in the second half so we needed rest now .( atleast I needed some )..
In the evening after the snacks we were sitting in the room when Pinky had the cunning idea of disturbing Somen next door. We went to his room to find that he was in his study table busy browsing the notes . The very framed picture of Anakul thakur on his table would tell us to disturb him that forced him to make faces full of irritation. I sat on his bed. So did Pinky. He looked at us and especially at our legs whether they touched his bed or not. His expressions were as if we were from the muddiest place and he was the most hygienic creature alive. He had a bath in the evening and with a fresh body and mind the whole surrounding looked dirty to him. Just to test him I sat with one leg up on the bed.
Somen warned , " I have put the new sheets on. Don't make them dirty. Put down your legs."
Pinky got a starter , " Ohhh , you clean and neat FORA-CIOUS fellow.... the only devotee of the clean God"
"Hey don't tell anything about him ?" Fora warned again pointing to that expressionless photo frame.
"The God who gave the clean child lots and lots of foras as a blessing.... Lets see what your God has to say when I put both my legs on your pillow..."Pinky added with that cunning smile across the broken teeths.
The moment he touched the pillows , Somen jumped up from his chair and literally threw us out of his room. He was shoutimg at the top of his voice and his irritation was no longer an expression .
"Get out you two... just get the hell out of here..." He added..
He locked the door from inside. but his windows did not have the lock. So they were open and we could see him sitting back in the chair. He looked at us a few more times and we made shameless faces indicating him and his God.... I shut the door from outside as instructed. Pinky took out the weapon from the pocket of the pants he had been wearing since 2 weeks. It was the match box..
" Ohh.. you devotee..You must need fire for praying to God... So here it is.."Phewww!! Pinky performed the art 3 - 4 times in a few second and Somen was terrified with surprise , irritation and insult to his God. The matchsticks flew as the firing missiles and made him mad. His God in the photo frame had been struck with the fire. One of the extinguished match stick lied on his bed. He was mad with rage. He used slangs and swore that he would kill us like mosquitos. He tried to open the door to get us but it was locked from outside and we promised him that we won't let the devotee out of his God's room until he gains normality.
The trick was modified late in the night by Pande. I don't have any clue how he had that idea but he took out an old colgate tube , squeezed some and put it on the match sticks back and asked Pinky to perform the throw. We were amazed and delighted to see that this was a great research as the matchstick flew ,caught fire on the way and got stuck to the ceiling because of the colgate. We tried that interesting trick a few more times to verify it was not a fluke. We had confirmed that very soon and decided to postpone the trials as each time we did the fire would burn that part of the ceiling leaving dark black spots. We already had 5 of them in our room with the matchsticks hanging like the bats.
The next day when most of the guys had gone home after lunch for their weekend holidays Pinky , Pande , Somen and I have decided to try that trick somewhere else apart from our rooms. Hubba had heard of that trick and he wanted to visualize the real effects . So he was with us too. Somen had been warned that he may be on the firing end again if he doesn't show co - operation.. Somen had cooled down a lot from yesterday's events. We chose to target 216 the cornermost room. Nag had gone home and Somesh was in his classes. Chaudhury was preparing to go home. We entered his room and were waiting for an oportumity to come. Chaudhury told us to wait as he has to go to the bathroom. Our mission started.
Somen and Hubba was told to look out and inform us if someone came towards the room. Pande was standing with the colgate tube in the room quite confused how to participate. Pinky and I tried a few on the window ceiling of Nag. To add to the design we had made a line of burnt circled spots with matchsticks hanging. We were extremely happy how things went. Our research was a success and the fun was unlimited. We had a small our own kind of diwali with only a box of matches.
The very first day of the next week we heard shouts from the room 216 . It was Choudhury's voice. We ran to his room to find that Nag had almost stood on Choudhury interrogating him how all this happened. Our face turned pale. He was angry at the new design of his window ceiling. The sticks were still hanging. What a strong power colgate has...
Choudhury was innocently trying to say that he did not know anything about it. But Nag was adament.
"You were the one who left the room at last. You locked the room and went home , Somesh told me. So how come you don't know. Just tell me what you did here .." Nag squeezed Choudhury in an abrupt wierd way to which Pinky said , "Ohhh thats the FOUR LOCK...".
Seeing my dumb and ignorant look , Pinky added , "W W E.."
I told Pande in the ears , "lets go out now. Not a good time.. I can't see myself in that WWE lock."
We all came back , Pinky took the match box from the drawer and put inside the almirah and Pande threw the squeezed colgate tube out of the back window to the fields..
It took several weeks for Nag to discover that it was us when he had entered our room for some work and his eyes fell on the dark spots at our ceiling... He scratched his right cheek not knowing what to tell or do but as the punishment was already given he gave us only the WWE look and not the lock .. Thank God...
P.S : Kalyan was introduced in this story as because its the 11th post of PARAMETERS and the number 11 has a lot to do with him. That will be discussed later though.
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