Here we go! This is an ego trip! (no masking of facts!) There is absolutely no reason why anyone should be reading about me . Maybe some of my friends (whom I hope I will cajole into visiting my site )may take a look. But hey, if u are one of them, take a closer look! There maybe something about you .And read between the lines. My sure bets are other clue less aspirants planning to make their homepages who will meander into this site. I myself scoured through the accounts of many unknown netizens to get the feel of the task.
Well then, mine is a joint family and I was the
first child in my generation, so made my way through many a chocolates and toys
and was even at times able to sneak into an occasional late
night round of coffee.
Studies were damn easy in school days(don't ask my mom ! ).Dodging the
morning p.t. sessions was the only challenge for the mind.
But first,more about my home.Like the two PIctures ?first one is of Kriti,my cousin's talkative daughter, standing in my mom's garden.The cute kid with Teddy bear is Rohan, the next door 
neighbor.
My first school was this lively place run by missionaries.
Strict disciplinarians, these. You had to file up for parade at 7 in the
morning. Still we were able to fit in a round of improvised football
by reaching school at 6 (now of course the cat can be let out of the bag!).The
going was smooth. Remember our classteacher (Which class? Can't remember.Reminders welcome). Mrs. Devasker(hope
I got the spelling right-reminders welcome again )one of the best English
teachers I've had(the absolute best is of course Norman Lewis , the ubiquitous
mentor of Indian M.B.A. aspirants) .I'm putting two photos from our school days.The guy on left is (who else!)me;the guy on right is Anurag,
my best friend (on the 'brink' of becoming a C.A. in Delhi)
My next school was fun (that was MODEL SCHOOL). No hard-tasking. And you were asked to fend for yourself (academically, that is). Almost the whole class later graduated from one professional college or another.Again, we had a great physics teacher in Mr. R.A. Singh,hope we have more like him. Those were the days of confused teenage and loads of cricket. We would hoard our supply of bats and balls at the faintest hint of a possible holiday,much to the chagrin of our families.Now, though, it is difficult to trace most of the classmates.If u are one, be sure to call me, or at least leave your address in the guestbook.
The next stopover was B.Tech at Jabalpur. It was a huge college with more staff than students. As a result, all the teachers knew you. That's not something you'd like, would you? The course was tough , and exams like hurdle races (I can see many heads nodding at that!) It was all set in a rather picturesque campus away from the hotchpotch of city. My first experience of hostel life,too. And loads of friends. The divide between days and night blurred for the first time and we saw many a daybreak over the rounds of overnight melee's. There was Devendra, who could dance the whole night through drunk on tea, and his partner Deepak who taught you how to sleep with your shoes on. The fellow could even confuse his clock with his 24 hour attire. Then there was suave, svelte Amitabh Singh and his brat of a partner- Amit (heard of the fellow who started cleaning his ears with a nail and ended up with a screw in his hand? That's him. ). The energy packed Tejra and Arvind(the duo who got a written request to wake someone up and stuck a slip with the message -'it's four o clock, get up')Pavan and Shariq who built smoke castles. Deepak Patidar and Hament busy with their plans, Rajesh Verma (sir,where are u?) With a lot to keep him busy , Ballu, the 5'14'' tall fellow (hey, congrats on your marriage!) , and Choure who was offered 'samosa' by a ghost.the list goes on.....
Someone has built an informal web site too. there is an e-group mailing list of us caeite's as well, a very high traffic affair. all c.a.e.ites are invited.(beware!join the mailing list only if u don't mind some all boys' language !)
We dispersed real fast from Jabalpur. I packed my baggage straight away for Indore. It was M.B.A. at I.M.S. ( D.A.V.V.).And I had the jolt of my lifetime when I couldn't make it through my IIM interview.But well, life is a package deal.... And we had a great time at 201,as our flat was popularly known.We were 6 of us: Sandeep,the tall fellow who is now enjoying a bug's life as a debugger in T.C.S; Amit, the redoubtable metallurgical engineer ; Guptji, who preferred being called Seduce Kumar; Pradeep,the 150%(he adviced you to discount his claims by50%,which should mean he exaggerated things by a factor of 1.25 above block-we calculated it!); Tabin, the gentle nabob of Patna and , of course, me. And the floating members of 201, Sumit (The Laughter)Sharma and Vikas(Moghli) Dixit who has now graduated a Tarzan. And yes( to be on the safe side ), there was Rajnish (of the kind who read 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man')and a pair of recalcitrant Mallis- Binu Pal and Manoj.Then there were two Rahuls-Rahul Mathur and Rahul Vyas (the point is , if you have a common/popular name like Rahul, you find yourself sandwitched between strange people on roll-calls and live to hear strange ads like "Rahul,paani chala jayega"and you have to do some extra typing to improve ranking of your website for ego-surfers !) Well there are lot many and lot more to be added here, I'm just waiting for few photos.
And hey, if u are someone from IMS and want a copy of that wonderful (thanx to Rajnish) souvenir -"Imprints", just mail me. I have a few copies lying with me! Anybody got all those photographs we got scanned?
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