Amidst all the hype....

Watching crappy news channels all day long waiting for something interesting to come our way.

Watching Roadies 5.0 The Game Goes International(Hell I think Thailand would have cost them cheaper than taking the entourage to the northeast or Kashmir)every week for the loads of bitching and constantly searching for the ever undefined"Roadies spirit".

Checking out the only cute chick in Teen Divas(I prefer to watch it muted because I cant bear their challenges involving answering who wrote the National Anthem).

IPL,hmm,loads of sixes in a really cut down field size.

Bombings in Jaipur.

I kind of noticed one thing ...aren't we missing something ....our lives??

I mean too much of 'reality ' ,well how real is it actually???

Yet we are hooked to it...

And life goes on.

Home seems to be killing me ......

So here i am bs ack home .....used to think that once home i'll be really happy but here i am anything but happy..i yearn those long all night counter strike sessions back in the hostel ....i miss those long daaru parties ..seeing the patented charan smile and the praveens patented puking....
I introspected why i am feeling so down and finally reached the conclusion that the unexpected slump in mood is because of me being unable to find any means of wasting time,believe me i try my best to chat with as many ppl as i possbly can at nights and i watch more than my share of movies everyday but i guess what i call proper wasting of time is spendin time with frnds ...well i guess that means i will have to get bored a lil more until all my buddies arrive...
Hell with the admin ....we suckers were cryin that we do not get adequate lengthed vacations ..they heard it and said go suckers get bored you got what you wanted .....
Anyways this seems to be the first normal post in my blog i mean i have seen just one movie after i arrived ,no one to accompany me to the multiplexes...what a pathetic condition......in the end i guess what i need is a quick shot of frnds who can purge me of all this boredom ....kind of not positive but i guess will write some more intersting shit later ......
Ciao.....
Suds.....

The Great Flood of Kota....(14-15 August 2004)




As last time please dont mind the changing of allotted writing slots and the occasional spelling mistakes+ also omit an expletive or two(for the gals coz i've come to know that a few of them read this too but really wonder how long they will continue doin it).To just brief you on the proceedings this presents a vivid account of the grand flood that entertained us on 16th August 2004 to be precise(whoever said that rajasthan is a dry place) and also the fiasco(thanks Nikhil and aviral for this word)that we created afterwords just to fulfill our ulterior motives.Just one more thing ya i have skipped a week or two in my reporting but thats just because what happened in that time also is sexually colored in nature and i thought i could that later lest Orkut and our community should be be labelled a porn content site and blocked from my very own CC(though i must admit i am not dependent on it now).Also please again do not think of me and my gang as perverts for doing what we did coz it was pure human and teen nature to think that way(blame also goes to Champu and Lamba for this you will know why just a little time ago)...++++ one more thing please completely throw out my previous post from your minds and dont compare them coz i cannot (i dont think anyone can) assure you of constantly increasing quality....so just sit back and enjoy this one coz these are just my randomly recollected thoughts....i dont know why but this disclaimer came first this time.......so just read on......oh just a sec i remembred one more thing i'll start this story a little before the flood i.e.a day earlier(our first Bansal Classes test) ....last interruption...once again the regular drill --- all the events and thoughts are true to the best of the knowledge of my shitfilled brain and blah blah.....hope you know it already......

Ok so theres all this hype of the first test in Bansal Classes made up of the entire syllabus and that the first impression is the most important one and all that shit.With people burning the midnight oil(or rather the early morning oil)preparing for the first grand test.Ya i also studied a little though i mistook Lamba for a rookie like me and competed against him in and optics question bank and he raped me the first time of the countless times i got raped by my cool flatmates(to be frank i got gangraped every time i tried to compete with them but i still wonder how come i never broke down)...So here we are grabbing any Jaggu prepared breakfast that we could grab before we hurriedly left our flat knowing that we were already late and we were out in the wild Kota competetor testing world for the first with people hoping to make it to the X-rated batches(i say ppl and that does not include me coz i knew it would be an achievement even if i managed to keep my head above the water)and there i am in Modi school thinkin of someway to save my parents from the embaressment of realizing that sending me to kota and spendin a shitload of money on me was a bad idea(which i eventually did!!) and the paper starts and so does the rain outside and i start the paper with Akshat sitting in front of me(as far as i remember).Lets skip the boring paper attempting part and hop to the going back part when it was rainin cats and dogs and i ,akshat and Bhaisahab were returning all drenched when we stopped to meet Bachha who used to live there then and i must admit he was real cute then too....so there they are waitin for the rain to get a little merciful(i like the torrential rains myself gettin drenched from the head to the feet)and when the clouds fail to give up we start our endeavour to get to 2-Dha-1 Flat 201 and Flat 202(see i remember this) runnin futilly after already filled to the capacity autos and piggyvans and when we finally get one it demands too much but we succumb and agree, after this .


After we reach home(ya i called it that)the normala and anticipated discussion of the paper started and after it finished in no definite result(coz no one accepted that their answers were wrong-this happened each and every time yet we always did it though later it always ended in Champu being beaten up black and blue) .After this ended we had Aviral NIkhil and Shivendra over who left pretty early then suddenly Rathi came running to me and asked me to accompany him to see a great sight in their room ,i intrigued as always followed him and then i saw a cool combination of colours in their courtyard(or whatever that place was where we kept the coolers) and out if inquisitveness both of us marched out and as we say curiosity kills the cat even before i realized what went wrong i felt a strong current flowing through my body and rathi who had his hand on my shoulder shouting too and then both of us fall back into the room all stunned and shaken(this was my first of many tastes of electricity that i got in kota and definitely the most electrifying one).Then we notice that mine and Lambas rooms are leaking like hell and thatwe need to shift into gargi's and champu's rooms..so we did that....thats where t5he night ended......

We wake up next day all ready to fight the still pouring hard rain and get to the coaching only to realize that all classes have been cancelled but before leaving we chanced to have a look at the highway behid bansal from the canteen upstairs and believe me it was a sight that i will never forget with water flowing as if it was some river in full flow.So we are back and in full mood to celebrate the rest day after the test and have fun eatin maggi and then daal chaawal for lunch with bhaiye and rathi "invited"(later we used to take money from them for every meal they ate).

So there we are sittin in the balcony and enjoyin the foolish acts of the "lesser mortals"playin in the water on the road and later runnin for their lives when the water started to flow real hard with pigs and stray cows battling against the flow to just survive it was kida exciting and intimidating at the same time coz we were thinking to go play ourselves in the water until gargi gave us his septic water bad for skin and health shit(it saved us though).then suddenly Champu starts to tell us about the presence of Singh aunty and her daughter(who used to be their classmate and a good friend+ he and Lamba emphasized that Sonal was real beautiful )tjough later did not find her that way at all(sorry Sonal if you ever read this but please recollect the fact that i am daft prick who says whatever shit comes to his mind if that satisfies you but i dont think it should--i dont mean any offence again)so the plan of the century was hatched by me and gargi with due support of champu and lamba(a month of food desperation can make us fall to any lows to get good free restaurant food-i hope hostellers understand)and decided that chamou would ring up Singh aunty and tell her that we had run out of ration and had nothin to eat and all shops were closed bcoz of the immense floods so she would out of kindheartedness or formality invite us to a dinner outside(we thought we were in a win win situation -so we thought).so the plan was implemented and champu called up aunty and perfectly acted out his part in his "JI AUNTY"mode (which went on to become a phenomenon later).Aunty succumbed to our excellent and foolproof plan(so we thought)so she pretty much agreed to inviting us to dinner but what she did bad was that she told Champus mummy about the grave situation that stood before us.this is where all the plan went wrong - champus mummy rang up my another paternal uncle who lived in the same town and asked him to help us out of our strange predicament .

So there is my uncle at our house in the evening braving the flood and fiding a way to reach us after takin a round of the entire city only to leave us completely full of guilt with our normally non-existant conscience kickin the hell out of us....we barely could come up with a convincing reason of how we suddenly procured a huge supply of ration in a matter of hours (though is still feel that he pretty much realized what we were up to and as always he never said anything to anyone regarding our strange behaviour -he never complained in the future also)....so we ended up at the end of the day cursing ourselvs and kickin champus ass just for the sake of it and ya pretty much empty handed and with Jaggu cooked food in the evening leave alone reataurant made delicious food(not that jaggu was a bad cook but still he was not as good as what we were used to at home--God bless Rajendra and Raju bhaiya and darned be that Champu's Ashish).

So after our plan crashed real hard to the ground leavin no survivors we decided to do any such smart acts(for the time being at least)and went back to our normal classes filled life of somehow bearing the pain of sheets shoved up our asses and also champus starnge anecdotes that kept us busy during lunch and not to forget Lambas strange walrus sounds that he used to come up,,,,,,one more thing lamba kinda got ill and took to the bed but that is an altogether different story when we again took to hatching plans that involved taking considerable risk.....but that will be another time after i am back from home after 10-12 days coz i have no (or minimal net access there)........

Just one more request please do not mention a word about the postings of this community to your parents coz there are no prizes for guessing whose ass will get kicked the hardest if my parents come to know about this(coz it is an established fact that aunty gossip spreads an iiiiiiinnnnnnnfffffffffiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeee times faster than jungle fires----kyon infinite gargi you answer this one)....so just hook up and wait for my next post...put up your reviews and your recollectons about this incidents also

One more last thing though i wanted this one to be even better than the last one and i tried (God knows i tried) but just in case it didnt(maybe because of the lack of explicit cntent) please do not stop reading my posts and must tell me where i lacked and i promise you that my next one will be worth a publication(even if it is just one copy)....
So see ya all after my Short hiatus of 10 days...
Your pulp fiction entertainer,
Sudhanshu Truvedi a.k.a. SudsSly
(Ya i changed my alias from just Suds to SudsSly coz i thought this seems even more mean and expressive,ya thoughts reharding the alias are also invited)

REQUEST--Every reader should posta review you cant post one if you are not a member so just mail your review to suds297@yahoo.co.in OR sudhanshu.trivedi@gmail OR to adityaksharma@gmail.com and i assure you that it will be posted.....
Ciao and Tata (again)
Maybe you noticed that my bad habit of using an uncountable no. of parenthesis does not go away(((((((((but i am workin on it-believe me)ha)ha)ha)ha)ha)ha)ha)ha)
cheap joke no?? but my mind has stopped workin coz it is 5 in the morn and i have classsses at 0830
See ya all later
Yours,
SudsSly






Hey i am also adding a few comments and additions and extensions to this rememberance article...hope you enjoy them too,,......

ASHISH ::
Well the flood of kota is one thing which i can never forget ...it was an awesome experience and ya i take the blame for not letting nebody go and enjoy in the floods for i thought it wasnt the right time to do so .....i still beleive that we enjoyed a lot that day and i am proud of the fact that we all were not like the other studious nerds of kota who were hell bent to study even that day ..n ya it was me and tiddas idea both time when we made a plan to visit sonal ........




VISHAL ::

well it was like very intersting novel
but there are some more experiences
after the test i kartik(bhokali) mangu (really a punishment to tolerate him) and his friend nikhil sewak
we all four come back to home and
as usually manish as you always know started to dicuss the paper every time he tells the answer i and kartik use to abuse him sale madarchod and all
after discussing paper we went to eat outside it was raining heavyly then
next day in the morning manish was in my bath at that time and rain start it was declared that there will be floodingi and manish went down
while we were moving i found a cyle flowing with water i started to laugh at it but when i searched ffor my cycle i found it was my cycle flowing
after that i went to manish room wear his clothes and we two started roaming out on the road water was coming frm big nala
but we were still moving and sometime even swim in it mangu was very energitic at that time
vey soon an incidence come and he fell in the small nala that was flowing along the side of the park in front of bansal classes his spects fell in water and flowed with it
he then run back to his room
after that when i went to my room i found my land lord was cleaning his house all water was in his room
it was on that day he (biggest madarchod of kota ) offered us with rice as food
well now time to close it..





This one comes from Patlu Bhokali a.k.a K.Kartik.....this is probably the best comment i have got so far....thanks for all the encouragement...

Kartik::

abe tidde article was real good.You really should write a book or something about our experiences.Five point someone maybe

The First And Most Happening Week In Kota.....

So we are there in kota and i realize thati have been allotted Y-6,gargi Y-5,Champu X-3(hard to believe after takin a look at his chem knowledge that of time),lamba X-5,adi Y-7,bhaiye X-5 and rathi Y-6(these were the only ppl i knew till then so others please do not feel offended).so like evryone else i also felt like runnin away back to lko from kota coz i thought the life there sucked (thats what i concluded in just one day)with the food of the hip restaurant(i'm forgettin the name someone please fill that up--the one on the highway where the mera momo episode took place).i ate a pizza there with mom ,dad ,lambas mom and lamba that sent jitteres through my stomach that very night itself.so there i was my first night in kota and i am waking ppl up in the middle of the night askin them for pudin-hara.thats how it started for me and i thought that itb couldnt get any more interesting.i think i might have to take many slots to tell you ppl what happened in the first week itself so just ignore the article changes and read on....there i was thinkin about runnun away back to lko before 19/07/04 so that my parents would not lose to much of what they paid to have me there.then after the first day of classes when sheets upon sheets were shoved up our asses my escapist tendancies came even more to the forefront.but then i couldnt bring myself accepting the fact that i could not live through this and realized that i had to go on(believe me disastrous competetion results can be a great motivating factor for you to hold ground)after my securing multimillion digit ranks in the AIEEE-2004 and being kicked out of JEE-2004 there were not many colleges i could apply to so i decided to brave the heat and immense study pressure that Kota had to offer...well i think that that was what luck was waitin for because that was when the real fun began....we were into the middle first week and it felt like half the syllabus was already over + felt like we had never been taught chem(i think all ppl who study in kota coachings feel that way).
So thats when i get to know champu and lamba closely(other than the fact that i thought they were hard-core nerds who attended Agarwals's classes with me and never used expletives-not even for their skool teachers).realized that there was life beyond all the "studgiri" that i was so used to in skool(i confesss that i prided myself for not being called a nerd at skool)but never knew nerds (i hate to call them that now)could be such good ppl.i knew gargi(he was called that until then coz his prized possesions-2 of them counting each cheek as one were discovered a couple of months later)from before coz he was former classmate in jaip and also a cool padosi(though we hardly met each other but now i really miss his being shifted to delhi).they made it evident in the very first week that they were all more than willing to get my concepts clear(i was definitely the weakest of the four-all the other three were screening qualified and were way better than i was)so i took help from each of them.classes were a real pain in the ass and what added to the pain were champu inserted thorns of his so called sources(now i seriously think that he fabricated them)that we were not to get more than a few sundays free.ok so as always i put all the study material in my closet and hoped that i could wind up all the bansal sheets and DPPs on the weekend(was i a moron!!)so i sat back and relaxed in whatever little amount i could squeeze out between classes and after them.something really interesting came up in the first week itself--well it was champus first theory---what he did was he said that he normally requires 6 hrs of sleep everyday so what he could do is sleep for 2 hrs everyday on all the weekdays and saturday and catchup on his sleep on sunday,that leads us to an interesting calculation like on sunday he has to sleep 4X6+6X1=30 hrs.cool aint it..everyone figured the anomaly except Champu himself.i think now you get it why I(ya i take full credit for that)christened him Champu,but hang on there are lots of champuisms to come.

So if you think that you know why i named him so hang on there are a shitload of champuisms to come that only further assert his claim to be called CHAMPU.theres my first friday in kota and i dont know why i agreeed to a late night studying session with champu(but surely opened my eyes to the satanic on earth).so we were up together with me desperately tryin to keep up with champus speed of fucking bansals functions sheet(he was like this is from that page of mathematica and this one from this page in TMH and all believe me he is real good at that -i know lamba and gargi will agree).after an hour of champu torture or two i got fed up and decided to give the street below our flat a chance to calm the self cussing turmoil in my mind.little did i know what was in store for me.ok i look down and see a man--we christened him "kutta bhaiya" after we found he needed a name for repeated reference(with all due respect to his weird tastes in flesh savouring)hovering around doin nothin but playin with dogs at 0100 hrs in the mornin,at first i thought he was some lunatic or something later after what i saw i started to believe that there is a lot of shit in this world and that he being called a lunatic is just an understatement.then he suddenly picked up a dog(i could make out the sex from such a distance but later clearly got to know it).so then when he shooed all the other dogs away he looks left and right once and then takes the dog under the sheed of a kabaadi shop(just to bring the reality element in it) and starts to unzip his pants and what i see next causes my eyes to pop out of their sockets,that son of a bitch was busy copulating with the other bitch that he picked up off the streets(i use such words just to make sure that this entire incident remains presentable and does not project me to be pervert) to make sure there is someone to corroborate my story when i tell it to ppl the next mornin i rush to champu to show him the grand show.champu as always was excited to be in the heat of the action.

So as soon as champu reached his balcony(thats where the action was)and as soon sas he realized what i wanted him to see HE CLOSED HIS GODDAMN EYES-can you believe it i also couldnt ,for the first time in my life i saw someone behaving in such an idiotic manner imagine the dramatic situation-me and champu in the balcony i watching champu(believe me i was dumbfounded at seeing champu behave this way)his hands covering his eyes lest some ray of light should enter his eyes(i wonder how he could even see with his hands coverign his face in such a tight manner)and kutta bhaiya pretty much busy with his doggy style pursuits.then i finally got disgusted at what was happenin at both the fronts both at champus and at kutta bhaiyas(though i must admit that champu astonished and disgusted me more)so i calmed champu down and led him inside......the est of the weeek was more or less eventless with champu singing praises of paul sir and all of us others vehemently supporting MSC(Mahendra Singh Chauhan to be precise).and other trivial stuff that we discussed about our schools and other things in common.now i realize i know about half the batch of CMS gomtinagar(2004)but havent met even one tenth of them........so here ends my experiences in my first week at kota........donot think of me a pervert for viewing what i saw coz i also got intrigued by what was happenin down there(as would have been any other normal person and i do not count champu as normal).so there i am thinkin about runnin away from kota and in what a grand fashion kota welcomes me-a bestiality show.hell darn me if i for a moment thought that this was the end of interesting events in Kota.

Just a request please do take a look at the disclaimer that forms the next article.



DISCLAIMER
So i thought this was necessary since this is an open ended discussion and evrybody has the moral and ethical right to justify themselves and also to put their point across the table.comin back to the serious stuff--what i have written in the four extracts completely,simply and exclusively reflect my views on our first week and weekend in the illustrious city of Kota and it is quite possible that my views and thoughts conflict with those of others on the same topic.but i think it will be more fun if we all simply put in views on the same topic so that we get to savour every possible angle of a story.like i think you all woulfd definitely like to know what champu has to say about the entire kutta bhaiya episode.so keep contributing as i think you must appreciate the fact that my hands are dead tired with all the typing and stuff though my thoughts sure do keep overflowing.will contribute more stuff when i am online again ,meanwhile devour the stuff that i have presently served before you;;;;;;
Signing off,
Sudhanshu


You must be pondering over why i decided to put such an absurd thing on the net but plz respect the fact that the real owner and the pseudo owner of this community discussed over the presence of this article on this community and the final result is what u see here.we thought that no matter how weird or even maybe obscene our stay in kota was it was reality and thought what would be the utility and significance of this community if we started blacking out stuff from our mental kota diaries......one more thing though champu almost blinded himself with his hands for a few moments what he saw of the act was more than enough to corroborate my entire story so that it does not go down in the history books as a figment of my imagination,so please believe me when i say that i am not makin this up and what i have written really happened to the best of my knowledge........

one last point too all of those who think what i have written is in bad taste as=nd should not have been where it is right now and who aso think that i am a pervert to do sucha thing--------COULD YOU PLEASE GO AND KISS KUTTA BHAIYA'S BITCH LADEN DICK AND THEN PLEASE DO ME A FAVOUR -----FUCK OFFF

well that about sums it up all hope you enjoy this great and entertaining community,....