World at odds (WAO)

Yup, I wanted to sound like How I meet your mother. First time I heard this from a friend of mine talking to some of his friend. I was a passive listener, so guess how it was sounding to me. “ Do you like, how I meet your mother.” His friend replied “ Ya, I liked it, this season was better than the last one.” My friend replied “Demand is increasing, I got all the season for me.” His friend “ But somehow I cannot watch it anymore”. It was sounding absurd till I got hold of a dvd pack with title “ Season I : How I meet your mother”.

Got it guys, you did not liked my dried up sense of humor. I get into serious note over here. I am going to tell you a short brief from my own life when I meet all those folks.

It was 9 years back, we all were put up into a camp (college for most of us was like Auschwitz, even we were called Jangus) for next 4 years of life. It was a great discovery process of self and of those fantastic individual, who touched my life in one way of the other. Every one of us was a character in himself, that now I found difficult to relate in this stagnant world of today.
It all started with a small barrack, in which three guys from the mountains were put. I was one of them. The tallest of us was Shanky ( before camp I knew him as Newton), he was the master of all trades, even without knowing about them, he can with sheer disdain and comfidence butcher you. The second one of us was Tixy ( Well he was the most articulate of all and he kept the news of all barracks and often got us introduced to other cell mated). Third and last of all was myself (the man who was known to be the master planner, who never made a one and noisy as ever before.)

Within days our barrack becomes the heaven of the captives and it started calling up as Casino. Cards, cigarettes, and that hidden bottle was the highlight. The gang began to grow, we got some muscles Lambu, and we got some brain Chota sood, we got a big brothers Hazra and Rema , for comic relief we has billu and banke. Gang was still not complete, the great escape still has to devised, few more comrades in joining were to be there.

We had fixed up some supplies to us through the janitor and the smoke from room got us into limelight. Than come the Bengali. His eye said a lot, he was made for cigarette and cigarettes were made for him. Tixy was our PR and soon we had met quite a few of new and old blokes in that emancipation camp. One day we meet this young boy ( even we were young), who was from the land of Patels but not a Patel. He was well groomed, polite and descent. That was our Rockshu then, I somehow has not discovered the rock syndrome in him that very momnet, but even I was not what I become latter in the camp. I still remember the first meeting in food zone in the camp and we all drink milk.

It took us days, precisely two years to take over the camp. We all were a liberated lot. We had started running the show. One for all and all for one. Music comes in, hallucination, a different kind of substance and loads of music back again. Fractions and new dynamics keep on coming but the gang of old was still there, tied by mutual love and understanding.

Well things were going to change one day, the day of our release form camp to the new world. We were told that we have been reformed to lead a simple life but they did not know we had been mutated, to be never be the same again.

This is a short brief of how I we all meet………

I wrote it coz I think I needed to introduce Rockshu to you. Did not write more, there is enigma about him, will add colors to word at odds.

west

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