TIME OUT! - The Journey

As usual, it was a normal day where I was doing my normal stuff at work. You know getting news, working on my show and then trying to write my scripts for the stories i do. Then the usual boredom arrived and whether you like it or not, i went to my friend at work to gain some relief. That friend is your friend too...he is the most common friend to every single person in this planet. I am talking about FACEBOOK of course...Usual random scanning, checking what other friends have posted...Seeing who are the potential people i can chat with online...Then i saw this invite coming from a person who i just made friend with on FB...An invite that came to me just like a bolt from the blue...An invite for a Christian Adventure Camp in Kotagiri - a hill station situated 63 kms from Coimbatore, my native place.

Well i was looking for a break from my workplace. Had to go out on reporting duty in the first week of October to Pune and had a hectic time and a much required break was awaited. Well, in my profession, a reporter is always on stand-by mode...If something major happens i could be called back...And this invite came at the right time. But then i had questions in my mind...Should i for fort it? Its in Kotagir, Tamil Nadu, so far? I dont know anyone? Well praying that nothing comes up, i applied for leave.

Leave! Approved and the next day, Tickets to Coimbatore Booked! Yippeee...Sigh of Relief but then my brain reminded me of my profession and the stand by mode that all we reporter are...October 14th arrived, Baggage packed and took my tickets in one hand and pushed to the airport and headed to Coimbatore.

Touchdown Coimbatore!! Back to my native place and met my cousins and relatives. I just love this city. It just take me to another zone all together. Coimbatore, they say, is known for its hospitality and being my native place i can vouch for that. The people, the food, the places and most of all the 365 days, 24x7 pleasant weather is just amazing.

Will have to cut the long story short. Met a bunch of people at Mettupallayam Railway Station - We were suppose to take two cars from there to head upwards to Kotagiri. So it was 8 of us waiting for our mode of transport to pick us up. Guess what? One of the cars that was suppose to reach us to Koatagir was hit by a Bison (Wild mean and healthy looking Buffalo)...Not the first thing you want to hear. But a substitute car arrived and we all were up and away to our destination.

Reached Kotagiri...I didnt know when we arrived as i was fast asleep and woke up only few minutes before we reached the campsite..UESI, Highfield...Well thats all in this blog coz i dont want to put people to sleep...Do comeback here again for an update of what the camp was all about...

Who is the next "In-Turn" ?

This blog comes after a really protracted hiatus – actually the frequency between each of my blogs is quite long, which you may think is because of my lazy attitude. But it is not. I just don’t have the time to update them unlike most of my ‘blogger-friends’ who somehow manage to find out some precious time out of this bad world and keep updating them. I wonder how. I hope to continue blogging in a more frequent basis.

Now before I forget, let me get to the point as to why I am writing this blog. The previous blog shows a synopsis of the work environment at Asian Age – a publication where I used to intern. And now I wish to illustrate my current work place and a few friends and colleagues too. I assure you that this time around I will try and keep the ‘unwanted’ details away.

Now after almost five months of just sitting at home doing nothing I finally got a call from an English news channel called News X, which at one time was soaring high on the TRP ratings leaving behind Times Now and NDTV. The offer was for a sports intern. Previous I have had experience as a sports intern in a publication but that was the print medium and a news channel comes under electronic media or commonly known as Broadcast. I joined around the second week of January, 2010 on a month’s probation just to see how I get acclimatized with this medium. I must say it is very different but it has been a really joyous ride so far. Now for the people whom I know and am comfortable with. I am actually the sports intern and there is the entertainment intern and two other interns who cover general news. Oh! I almost forgot about another intern who has been interning for the past 3 months or so and claims to get absorbed in few days. (This claim of his is heard every week).
Now I don’t want to name any intern and create a ruckus within a ruckus. So let’s call them A, B, C, D and E. So, since all the interns are christened once again, let me thrown in a small situation that happened in the office and most of us (the interns) are trying to figure out the question that was asked in this situation.

Location:News X Office
Mood: Pretty decent, like any other day, calm and little bit of ambient noise
Cast: A, B and C (A=General Intern 1, B=General Intern 2 and C=Myself)
Scene 1: (A is busy on the computer doing some research, C is reading the newspapers and B is just sitting on one of those hydraulic chairs.)
B (randomly-from out of nowhere): “How many hours do you spend with your girlfriend?”
(Moment of silence) – (Both, A and C look at each other equally bemused and almost burst out in laughter when B, again shoots the same question)
A and C together: “Hahahahahahahah! (Exchange high-fives) hahahahahahahah!”
B: “Come on! Like when you go to the beach or hold hands…or go for coffee, how long?”
A: “What kind of a question is this man? Try rearranging your question and please shoot it again.”
C: “Now who calculates every single minute or hour when you are out with your girl-friend? And first of all, I don’t have a girl-friend”
B: “No! I meant which is the longest you have spent with your girlfriend?”
A: “What? You are not making any sense Mr. B. Please stop frying our brains.”
(B decides abruptly ends the conversation by just getting up and walking away saying he needs to go out. After B left, A and C look at each other and again burst out into laughter and are still, to this day trying to figure out the reason behind the question)

THE END…

Well, you read the above scene and I am sure you guys too might be laughing and wondering about the question. You know, there are times when you go into your room at your home and sit alone and look up to the ceiling and ask, “Why? Why me? Please God, tell me why?” I know you guys might have gone through these times. He wasn’t present the next day after the incident and that’s when I decided I have to write a blog and mention this situation.

Well let me now give you a brief description of D – The entertainment intern. He in most cases comes to office with an inebriated look and his eyes (Always in crimson) suggest that there is something really bad happening behind the scenes. He greets everyone in the office with is trademark phrase, “Hi my friend! How are you?” Now whenever he is seen in office, no one gives him an iota of a chance to greet others but it is the opposite person that greets him first with his very own trademark phrase. He is basically not seen much in office because of the increasing entertainment events that are happening in the city and he attends and covers them a lot.

Then there is E – The general and most senior of the clan and very hard-working. He doesn’t have any trademark phrase but everyone in office can pretty much tell when and where he is. Even before he enters the office, there will be someone who guesses that it is Mr. E who is coming. Basically, he has a loud voice and keeps informing everyone coming his way about what story he had been to cover. Right from the security guard to the person he is supposed to report to. (Even the lift operator knows what stories we cover…Thanks to Mr. E)

Well in most cases I feel, that hard-work does pay. May be later if not soon. But if you start to blow you own trumpet, my friend, you are looking for some serious trouble and a possible snub by your own colleagues. It is good that a person does hard-work and somehow manages to get the job done in whichever way possible but you also need to keep a curb on your God-damn mouth. Let your work speak volumes not you.
Finally, I have successfully posted a blog after quite a long time now…This is proof that blogs really help you in many ways if not one. I don’t know what I tried to prove through this blog but I just wanted a topic to show that I can blog even if there is nothing to blog.

See you next time…Ba Bye…CHEERS!

An "Asian" about his "Age" long tenure at a newspaper

Journalism! Whats That?

I always wanted to do Hotel Management (HM) – only because I loved helping my mom in the kitchen since I was a kid and the whole art of turning flour into dough was always a joyous task I enjoyed. I decided when I was 14 that I will do my Hotel Management and then become a chef or anything related to cooking. I had just appeared for my class 12 exams and was waiting for my results. In the meantime, I applied for various HM institutes and the main being, the Indira Gandhi National Open University (IGNOU) entrance exam. Well I secured 92/100 in the exam and was ranked 12th overall in the country out of 4500 students who appeared for the same exam. I never could imagine in my wildest dreams to see my name in a list like that. Well you may think I got through it successfully. No! I didn’t because, I got admissions in really reputed colleges but I couldn’t clear my 12th grade. What a shame? I really was disgusted and much to my surprise, my parents were not at all crest-fallen. Dad just came up to me and tapped my shoulder saying, “There is always a next time son.” Those were the words that actually comforted me.

How I got there?

Well now what next? A year’s time pass as they call it and then I applied for Bachelors in Mass Media (BMM) which I enjoyed thoroughly as I would call it by far the best decision of my entire life (Ofcourse apart from the decision that I turned down a million proposals from really shady girls to go around with them just because I play sport). I finally graduated and majored in Journalism. I always enjoyed writing during school days and I thought I could put that to better use and hence I opted for journalism.
Now. Looking for a job, I got myself into a newspaper called The Asian Age as an intern to cover sports (A million thanks to my best buddy, Karan Pradhan – Reporter in the same publication). Now sports is something that really has changed me as a person and I still believe that sports can change the world in many ways and writing about sports could also make a change in a community. I have played hockey and cricket extensively for my school and have watched almost every sport that exists in the planet, either live or on television. I just don’t know why that I am inclined towards sports so much? The answer still remains a mystery to me. Any damn sport in the planet – I am keen to indulge in the reasons lying behind it. It was a very new experience for me obviously and would want to prove my proficiency in the field. Well my interview was a funny story though. I met the resident editor – Hussain Zaidi and the interview lasted only for 4 minutes and 32 seconds. I was asked to resume duty the next day (3-06-2009) and the first story I get is on Kabaddi (I thought ill do cricket or when I was told ill do local sports I thought atleast football) But Kabaddi? For gods sake who knows Kabaddi? But still I did it with absolute fun and Ofcourse that set the precedent for me to get better stories. Then I was sent to St. Xavier’s Ground in Parel where the Mumbai District Football Association’s (MDFA) football league takes place. It is this place where I saw some really nerve-wrecking football and I believe that the MDFA is where the real football talent lies (believe me I have covered atleast 70 to 75 matches so far and I know it for a fact) This is the venue also where I met some of my most trusted sources – Sudhir and Peter D’Silva (Both former football players and top class coaches with the Sports Authority of India) I have met some really passionate human beings here at the MDFA and young boys who just adore football to their fullest. In the process, I covered sports like Rugby, Hockey and did a few cricket stories. Some sports that I never imagined writing about were Table Tennis, Karate and Ofcourse Kickboxing. I know there is a lot in store for me in future but still…I should have been prepared.

My Office:

Well it is a really cool place (no pun intended). The air conditioning doesn’t work at the Sports desk. Infact, nothing happens at the sports desk – No sufficient water to drink, our desk is the last and when tea is served, by the time it gets to the sports desk, its half cold, there is no mobile phone network. I mean, as it is the sports pages are last in the newspaper…but I didn’t know that the same applied for people associated with that too. Its horrendous…cant anyone see this unjust treatment? We are the sports desk…sports journalist are the only people in the entire world, who according to me write extensively about a religion with statistics – I am referring to cricket by the way. Sports is always ignored. Damn those people who isolate the sports pages and the sports desk.
Ok. That was enough sulking and wining about who great we sports journalists are. Well, I had to work with two female journalists at my time in Asian Age. Always thought, Sports journalism was a Man’s domain but I changed my mind after reading implausible copies written by Laura Mario and Angelina Botswanaha from England and South Africa respectively. I work with 2 female sports journalist and I was the third in the bunch and we were the only three that comprised the sports desk in Mumbai for our publication. My computer is place between both of them (Come on now…who would have the privilege to sit in between two girls.) Just Kidding now…a lot the Ram Dev babas and fake sadhus sit amongst a lot of women. But I am not one of them. Moving ahead, I am looking forward to do some great work in future (that is if someone hires me as a trainee reporter)

Ravan Ko Ravan nahi bolega toh kya bolega?

Oblivious to all the predicament we go through everyday, there are a bunch of people who actually make up for the mood in the office. Best example, Dippy our crime reporter. This man is absolutely hilarious and just is as loud as he can get and has a belly that can be converted into a table too. Like if he is sleeping, we all keep our teacups on his belly and confidently move around coz we know the strength of his makeshift table. Then there is the usual mock-feud between Abbas our education reporter and Umesh (I don’t know wat he covers. All I know he does something related to courts.) Abbas and Umesh just go on for hours discussing really serious topics but it turns funny when Umesh gets all biased and keeps generalising things and then Abbas just keeps pushing him down every time Umesh gets hysterical.

Fashion ka hai yeh jalwa!

Well the most annoying days are on Mondays – when the marketing department have their meetings, which look like some mini-theatre that is completely out of sorts. First they don’t know how to operate a projector and half the time, the presentations are screened on the wall just next to me…and the small aisle in our office is just like a ramp in the Milan Fashion week. All the chicks from the marketing department keep ambling down that aisle as if they are auditioning for some Madhur Bhandarkar movie about realities in the fashion industry or elsewhere. They are loud as hell…or rather like the ladies compartment in a local train during the mornings. Their jokes are not at all funny but you will always find them laughing for some stupid reason. Inspite of having intercoms, you will here a loud voice from one corner to another signaling the person in the other corner just to check his mail. I mean…why are mails there in the first place…why cant they inform them through mails which is less noisy u know.

Well amongst this chaos, there is the more or rather the most silent desk called the Sports desk where three of us just do our stories, release the pages and then just occasionally wander around the office to have a chat with our colleagues...thats how humble and sober we are u know...

Ba Bye…Cheers…

Bokango, Baabulog, Jee Em & Cricket

2006, trip to Karnala and the Industrial Visit to Aurangabad. These three places or events are where I got to know a lot of my classmates and also some of the seniors. Within a span of 4 to 6 months, I managed to catch hold of few classmates who later became good friends and also few seniors became good friends. When it comes to mingling with the seniors, we normally hangout at restraunts or stay in college and have a gala time mocking some fellow students or laughing about something that happened in the past. But there is only one thing that brings us all together in seriousness i.e. the game of cricket - playing cricket.
We form teams of 6 to 8 and go to other colleges to have fun and obviously make an effort to win. Let me take you through a small journey in which we friends together participated in various cricket tournaments and various things we achieved.

The first ever tournament we played was at Azad Maidan which was held by Hinduja Collage. Hours of practice and hard work took us into high spirits. Our team was called ‘Bokango’ (I don’t know why). According to us the rules were stupid and all the boys in the team were upset. Here is one of the tweaked rules: the bowler’s arm shouldn’t go beyond his body or below his knee. And the match was played under-arm. Well, we lost the match and didn’t make it to the second round. Hey! But we were not sad at all. We completely forgot about that match and came back to our original senses i.e. pure fun and mischief.

The second tournament was Adorea ’07 in Jan, held by the BMS Department of our very own college. One thing all of us were happy was that the match was over-arm but not without some tweaked rules. This time there were two teams representing BMM. One was captained by Vijay Christdoss of FY BMM and the other was captained by Dhruv Deshmukh of SY BMM. Our team was named 'Babulog' because one of our team members called all of us by this name so we named it Babulog. Once again we lost in the first round to a team called Young Generation. Another first round exit. Here is an interesting fact: the seniors who were playing in our team were the runners up of the last version of Adorea in 2005.

After a gap of 10 long months we made an entry back to serious cricket. This time it was within our college premises. The tournament was organized by the hostelites of Mackichan Hall. The rules were absolutely absurd (to us). A small box and a 5 over match where one could easily score 80 to 90. We managed to pile up 70 odd runs for our opponents who were the 3rd team representing BMM. They were called M-5 and we were called Jee Em (for specific reasons). We were outdone by our colleagues and another 1st round exit. I still remember we practiced for about 4 days and each day we practiced for 3 hours.




After we got ousted from this tournament we had decided we would never ever play cricket together again. There was almost a rift within the team. A friendly rift though. One good thing is we never played blame games at all. Few weeks later we heard about another tournament held by Sydenham Collage at Oval Maidan. This time it was proper cricket rules which brought a wide smile on our faces. One thing that was bothering us was that we reached on match day without a single minute of practice.
One rule exited us was that, the amount of runs scored in the first over would be doubled. Cool huh? One of our team mates couldn’t play the first match as he had some other business to attend. We called in a fellow student, Nilesh, who stayed nearby to fill in the empty slot and it was a well made decision to call him. This was the first match where Karan Pradhan took over as captain taking the mantle from Vijay Christdoss who was the captain for all the previous tournaments. Vijay this time was deputy to Karan.

The first match was against Jai Hind College and we won the toss and elected to field. We were set a target of 44 runs in 5 overs. A good start was provided by the openers and later the captain and vice captain saw their team through to the second round. This was the happiest moment of all our team mates as this was the first ever victory as a team in the past year and a half. All of us went ahead with a great amount of confidence to the second round as we faced the hosts, Sydenham Collage. We again won the toss and elected to field again. We had to chase 57 runs in 5 overs which eventually was done by Varad Naik and Darius Mistry. Varad opened the innings and remained unbeaten by hitting the winning stroke by a six. This win took us to the finals, a goal that all of us couldn’t achieve in the past year and a half. We had a 2 hour break which was refreshing for all or us. It was the first ever final for us except for the seniors who achieved this feat 2 years ago at Adorea 2005.

Here we are at our very first final after joining Wilson Collage, BMM. We won the toss again and elected to field. One of our team mates, Benny Gladston made way for the returning Josline Harris who bowled well in the match. A small team huddle and a pep talk by the captain. We bowled our hearts out and bowled out the opponents, Elphinstone Collage, for 78 runs. This time our batting didn’t click and we didn’t fire on all cylinders as we were bowled out for a mere 29 runs. We were disappointed but when we looked back at the past 18 months we were satisfied and happy about our recent achievement.

It indeed was a great tournament for all of us as we went home without any regrets. We only hope to carry this form ahead and look to repeat the same performance in 2008 with all the confidence and success. Although we would miss the services of Darius and Karan as they would be completing their final year in mass media. But we as a team would still continue to take part in as many events as possible and be victorious and bring smiles on peoples faces.

Mahabaleshwar and Me

If you ask a bunch of young kids where they would like to go for a short vacation with friends or family, seldom will you here the place Mahabaleshwar. Mostly it would be Lonavala or Khandala or a small resort to chill out and have a gala time.
Mahabaleshwar lies on the eastern part of the Shayadri range in Maharashtra with a modest population of around 5000 residents and a significant amount of tourists visiting there on frequent bases. Going during the monsoons always brings a peculiar feeling and experience all together. The picturesque roads from Mumbai towards Mahabaleshwar and the scenic backdrops at Mahabaleshwar and places around it just add on to the excitement and fun at which is know as the ‘Queen of Hill Stations’. One of the most significant attractions to me was the Panchganga temple at Old Mahabaleshwar. The climb towards the temple had two other smaller temples. The first one on the way to the Panchganga temple was where it is believed that a small part of the land took shape into a rudraksha seed naturally and people started to worship it and make a temple for it. Right opposite to this small temple is where the Nandi Temple stands in which there is the statue of Nandi to which devout followers whisper in Nandi’s ears believing it would grant their wishes. Just another 50 steps on the stair-cases stands the rather mysterious and famous Panchganga Temple where a lot of devotees come and bathe in a pond placed within the temple. The water that flows in the pond comes from five different river sources and another sixth one which is a hidden river. Climbing back down the hills from the temple, I saw the small huts covered with dry leaves know as ‘neche’ in the local tongue. These leaves are left to dry and later used during monsoons to protect themselves from rain and also keep away heat during summers.
Another breath taking place was the Needle Hole Point, Elephant Point and Kates Point which are different places situated in one place itself (I know it sounds confusing). Its just that there is a rock which looks like an Elephant ( I’m serious) and the gap between the trunk and the cliff is know as the Needle Hole Point (I’m serious again) and the small place above the Elephant is know was Kates Point (Hey! This time I am serious. OK??).
Mahabaleshwar is distinctly known for its cultivation of strawberries and other products derived from this fruit. Strawberry jams, squashes, syrups and out of all the delicious strawberry and cream. Makai or Corn is another crop that is cultivated and is quite prominent among the locals especially the Makai pattice, makai pakoda or the famous Bhutta that we get in Mumbai is boiled and given in cups with a dash of butter and some spices. What seemed to be more astounding or rather funny were the sign boards which had a lot of grammatical and spelling blunders. But when asked a local, he said that the government did not take care of these signs and only the local inhabitants have to spend their own money and put up sign boards. There is a local bazaar that is put up on every Tuesdays and Saturdays on the way to Wilson Point, the highest point in Mahabaleshwar.
All these sights and scenes, the food, the tourist spots amalgamate into a holistic aspect of one of Maharashtra’s tourist destinations. It is quite strange that the MTDC (Maharashtra Tourism and Development Corporation) has not publicised a beautiful and magnificent place like Mahabaleshwar. Other places to visit are the Pratapgarh Fort which is 22 kilometres from Mahabaleshwar and Panchgani which is famous for its educational institutions and is just a half hour drive from Mahabaleshwar.
If Kerala is known as God’s own country and Madhya Pradesh known as the heart of India, I certainly would term Mahabaleshwar as the ‘Queen of all Hill Stations’ not only in Maharashtra but atleast in western India.

Few sips: Behind Bars

Screech!! A sound of a vehicle stopping was heard and as I saw through the iron bars, a tall man with a broad chest and with a mustache that looked like a Harley Davidson 750 cc handle walked in. You may be wondering what iron bars was I looking through. I was locked up at the police station along with 3 other friends of mine for using swords and shot-guns in public. It was around 7.30 in the evening when a couple of friends and myself were working on a photography project that we had to submit as part of our Media course.
Here is the reason why my friends and I were under custody for a night. One of my friends, Mr. Chabdul wrapped a scarf around his face to get a look of a terrorist and another friend of mine Mr. Rahul who naturally had quite a long and dense beard too dressed up like a terrorist. (As if his face was not enough to depict a terrorist). As we were clicking pictures posing as terrorists, we heard the police sirens and just shrugged of our shoulders and continued our work. But after a few seconds we saw a police van heading straight towards us and just before it stopped few policemen jumped off the van with their guns pointing at us. The whole situation became so scary that it automatically made us drop the swords and guns and Chabdul and Rahul removed their scarves and my friend and me shut our cameras off and raised our hands. By this time, the whole campus came to know about the series of events and later we too came to know that one of the residents had informed the police about us. (This happened just a day after the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena attacked the taxi drivers). A couple of other police constables got hold of us and we were pushed in the van and immediately taken to the police station and put behind bars. What a gruesome 30 minutes we had!

Now one of the senior inspectors started to interrogate us by asking our personal details and the reason for carry such hazardous equipment with us and whether we were part of any political banner. We tried explaining him that all we did was pure photography and it was just a college assignment. But he was not willing to take our statements as the final answer. (Common now! who would? Very rare do you have people believing students). He also asked us that which kind of course or college, asks students to use weapons for assignments and who is the one who gave such assignments. We didn’t want to involve any of our professors and wanted to resolve the matters all by our selves (Ya right! As if we were Lord Mountbatten’s generation). The inspector told us that we would have to spend the night in jail and the next morning we would be taken to the court where we would have to justify our reasons. One whole night in jail? Oh my God! What would my parents think of me? Will any girl marry me? What would my friends say? Will the public accept me again in society? What about the nice fish curry mom made that night? These were the questions that came up my mind that night and made me nervous every second.

It was around 9.30 p.m. when my friend Barad gave signals of what I call ‘The Stomach Growling Disease’ universally known as ‘Hunger’. We all were feeling hungry and the biggest question was who would take up the daunting task of asking the inspector for food? We tried flipping a coin but there were four of us, we tried doing ‘eeny meeny mainy moh…’ but that too didn’t work because we forgot those lines.


Finally, Barad took up the challenge and since his mother-tongue is Marathi and it always comes in handy while dealing with government officials in a city like Mumbai. He uttered, “oh saheb sarvana bhuk lagli aahe” (we all are feeling hungry) to which the inspector replied in funny way saying, “Kai re ikde jhunka bakar kendra disto ka tula” (Is this a fast food centre?) Then we too uttered in Hindi that we hadn’t eaten since afternoon and pleaded him to provide some vada pavs (Mumbai’s eternal fast food) and something to drink. He benignly sent a constable and ordered for some food. One of my friends Chabdul was drowsy as hell and his eyes turned red. Just as the food arrived, one of the inspectors saw his crimson-like eyes and asked him, “kya tu nasha kar ke aaya hai? (Have u doped and come?) A stunned silence among all of us and we were scared to death after listening this. We again had to convince him that we don’t involve in such kind of activities and we were just tensed about the series of events that had happened so far. We immediately gobbled up the food and drank the cold drinks and the whole night we were thinking what to do to get out of this place. It was almost 12.30 in the night and we finally made a decision to call our professor who teaches photography and explain him the situation. But he was not in town and we thought that if we call our course coordinator he would get very upset on us. (As it is he is already upset with our whole class. Sigh!)

After a few minutes all of us were feeling sleepy and Chabdul had already fallen fast asleep on the rough floor and Rahul, Barad and I also leaned against the wall and fell asleep. Wack! Tang! Cling! Wack! These were the noises we heard and as we opened our eyes it was already morning and the inspector informed us by striking his lathi on the door indicating that we would be leaving for the court. But finally we decided to call our course coordinator and a couple of other friends, Sharmin and Puyash too, who were also involved in the assignment but were no present on that day. Our coordinator walked in with his palm on his forehead and in his usual high pitch tone that skyrockets the roof saying, “You guys give me trouble inside class as well as outside class”. All we could do is just giggle and at the same time feel sorry for what he has done for us through out our course. He came and spoke to the officials and managed to get us out of the jail. We were all very happy but Barad was very sad as the sword was his and the police had to seize it. Being inside the jail was a totally different experience and on top of that getting bailed out of jail was even better (Ekdum Filmy Ishtyle). God knows what went through the mind of our coordinator at that point of time as it is very difficult to read this persons mind. (I think God too didn’t know).
Overall it was a new but fun experience and later this whole event became a point to talk in college among classmates and teachers too. What a night! Having food in the Jail, trying to convince the inspector and overall, acting like big-shots by trying to solve the matter by ourselves when we had a great person like our course coordinator who finally came and rescued us. This definitely would become a story to tell to all my friends, I thought, as I walked out of the police station and only Barad could do a fine job by narrating this story to our seniors in his ever flamboyant style.