The Room War!

Well…. I am back guys… I wasn't gone into hibernation… but was just busy and loaded with work… Well… enough of dumb excuses… the real reason was that whenever I sat down to write a post… my good old friend Mr. Yahoo Messenger showed a friend online… and that was the end of the post and start of a marathon chat.

But today… it won’t be that way… coz it’s Saturday morning and my computer clock shows 9:30. All the animals must be snoring away… Sab aalsi log… Let the sleeping animals sleep…

A special note to my 2 friends who have tagged me… Mallikbhai and Rathna… Hey guys… gimme some time and I will respond to your tags… At the moment, I want to dedicate this post to my room partners again…

This post is another from the Series of my post “The Room Partner”. I had already warned my room partners… So, I thought this is the right time…

After staying in the Pigeon Hole for a long time… we (Anna and I) decided to break free and find a new room near our college… Tarun decided that he had enough of staying in that pigeon hole and travelling from Mira Road to Dombivli was a much better option. Soon, thanks to Ameya our Manager, and courtesy his uncle, we got a room close to the Highway. This room was definitely worth calling a room.

It was time for us to shift our luggage. Our luggage was the same… One big bag of Engineering Fanatic Books with some Text Books thrown in for mental satisfaction and one small bag for clothes. Our room was located on the 3^rd floor and Ameya and Sagar were to be my new room partners. Apart from Sagar, the 3 of us were from the Telecommunication branch. Sagar was a student of Chemical branch. As usual he had to bear the brunt of our jokes on Chemical branch and our continuous harassment.

Apart from my room partners, our next door neighbour was a comic character too. The whole day we could see him smoking cigarettes. I think if he stopped smoking one day he would contribute to 5% less air pollution and 10% loss to the Tobacco industry. I can imagine him like the Steam Railway Engine who continously chugs along by letting out a trail of smoke behind. I had nic named him the CHIMNEY. Forever Smoking.

Well coming back to my room partners, I can vividly remember an incident that is very difficult to forget. Actually there are many... but this one is special. As usual, all of us were err.. studying (Seriously... Animals...Believe it or Not). That day, Sagar seemed to be in the Keedas mood. First he started off by throwing a piece of paper around. We rolled the paper into a ball and threw it back to him. This continued for some time till the paper balls grew bigger and bigger in size. Finally, Sagar upgraded to a newspaper missile and started throwing it around.

This time, all of got into the mood. We started throwing all that we could find on Sagar. But he managed to find an old TV showcase cover and used it as a shield. We were left exposed to his missiles in a tiny room. Suddenly, Ameya got a brainwave and shouted…”Saala …Chemical….Telecomm pe hamla kar raha hai…” This is a famous war cry of the Animals group and it was enough to launch a Telecom army. This war cry is very much similar to “Akraman….” Or as “Marathi Manoos Jaga Ho…” is for the Marathas. And as soon as Ameya gave out a war cry… we got up fully charged against a feeble Chemical guy. And poor Sagar was terrified. He knew that Ameya had uttered a line that had spelled his doom. He just got up and ran towards the kitchen. In the meanwhile, Ameya picked up my smelly sock and put a roll of paper in it. Then swinging my sock like Sourav swung his shirt at the Lords… he started running after Sagar.

Sagar just managed to close the Kitchen door and was successful in keeping us out. We were like those hungry lions waiting to pounce on a terrified lamb. Banging the door, shouting, yelling and stomping the floor, we are just at the peak of the excitement and suddenly we heard our door bell ring. Pin drop silence. We all ran to the Living room... adjusted the matresses and picked up a book each and sat as if we had been reading since ages. Ameya opened the door and saw a furious CHIMNEY standing at the door. He just peeped inside with a cover of smoke. All of us were panting and sweating profusely with a book in our hands. He asked Ameya, “What was going on?” And Ameya just managed to utter, “Nothing uncle…we were busy studying.” He just gave us a warning and left. After the door was closed... we all burst out laughing.

All the Masti from the ringing of the door bell... adjusting the mattresses... to us running around to find a book, and opening of the door by Ameya hardly took 10 seconds. But the best was yet to come. We noticed that all of us were sitting with a book in our hands but all Anna had was a newspaper in his hands. Saala Anna nahi sudhrega re tu…