The mysterious entertaining chimney

the chimney

The best and worst part of staying at house no X Ist floor is this. There are girls occupying the second and third floor. Now these girls are reason for entertainment and headache. That's why i say best and worst part. Some of them are good looking but i never figured out where exactly they stay on top floors, always confused between their names and locations. Hesienberg's uncertainty principle of exact position and existence of particles (read good chicks) certainly holds here. All I know is that they appear from top and disappear into it. As if the top floors are black holes and these are particles at the horizon, now there, now not. OK let me add that there are some guys too on topmost floor and also on terrace but they look happy in their own world (or maybe lacking in hard balls like us). Never saw them interacting with the chicks. Now, for once, I empathize with them.

It so happens that there is one narrow vertical chimney type of stuff in the building to which the windows of ground, first, second and thrid floors open. This is the only source of Oxygen for survival for the house which doesn't have a decent ventilation or provision for sunlight. This chimney is the main cluprit. Anyone speaking in any of the mentioned floors can be easily (literally very easily) heard at all other floors if the window is open. If closed, you can still hear if you train your ears like mine. Anyway, as I keep the windows open as my roommate is a big time fart master (about his flatulence skills, in next blog), I never had any problem in listening to chicks above or the morons below.

Ground floor is occupied by some bihari/UP souls named Pandeyji, Misraji, and some other jis which i could figure out from their loud talks. One of them even sings at midnight. I have bought an earplug from Shekar's shop to avoid him. May God bless the inventor of ear plugs. The above floors which open into this chimney is occupied by the girls. These girls talk and talk and.....shall i write more...you can extrapolate it i guess. They talk everything under the sky but never about people under them (yours truly included). Now, we know what they like, what they don't. What songs are their favorite. How dumb or intelligent they are. (no relation with beauty through i guess). We also know the names from their mutual conversations. the only part of puzzle that remains is to indentify for sure as to whom the name belongs. At the rate they talk, it won't take much time.

So, i will update whatever happens in chimney front in next blogs. We are four in room now. Me, my two roomies and the chimney. The chimney is the only entertainment all the way. Otherwise, it's only books, books and more books.

Hats off the the builder who made the chimney. If i meet him i will kick him first for the bad acoustics and wrong design of building and kiss him (on cheeks...ahem...) for making the chimney.

Any of you from jia sarai...if you go for house no. X and if the girls still occupy it, be assured that you will have a good time...at their cost...via the chimeny...

P.S: One can enter other floors with a bit of effort through the chimney...never tried...let me see.

PPS: Removed the house number and placed an X after someone complained to me on email about it

Tiru

Holy day deliberations of UPSC aspirant

Holi - day

OK....it was holi today. The festival of colors. Jia sarai celebrated holi with full josh. Early morning the villagers came out with dhol and started playing the only tune they know. That started the celebrations. Well....this tune starts all the celebrations in jia sarai i guess. I see the same set of guys with the same drums and the same tune. dhank chak chak chak dhank chak chak......I need to get a frequency analyzer to know whether they play any other tune on that. It sounds monotonous. And irritating too if one is sleeping after a night out of studies. I was asleep when they started playing. I wondered if they play the same tune when someone dies here.

Anyway, that's not important. The holi gets as colorful as it can. People chase each other and pour colors. All colorful smiling faces. My roomi Sumit too went out. He came back completely colored. Neeraj, the other roomi went home today. well...here's something funny. His train was at 2 PM in the afternoon and anticipating nuisance if he leaves at 12 or 1 PM, he started at 7 AM itself!!!! Now, that's called color phobia i believe. I could imagine him sitting at the platform at 8 AM waiting for the train to arrive at 2 PM....don't want to be in his shoes.

What did I do? I got up a bit late, as i was up last night to finish off a major portion on theory of machines. As i don't know anyone out here except Sumit, i didn't risk venturing out. I just had some side glances when i went out briefly and got milk. Listened to Guns and Roses and Metallica after a long time. That calmed me down a bit. Sumit was yet to come. Thought of masturbating, then didn't feel like. I am trying to increase my will power. I have promised myself that I won't mastrubate till prelims gets over. As one or the other roomie is always in, that's not a problem. The problem arises when both are out. That's real test. If Gandhiji can control himself, why can't I. One day, I too shall have towering will-power like Gandhiji's. Boy....I am in awe of Gandhiji.

Sumit was supposed to come at around 2 to 3 PM after having lunch at his didi's place. I cooked some rice for me. Some curd was there. Sumit came in at around 2.30. I had my lunch then. Curd rice with pickles.

Yes, i forgot something. The girl from top floor passed on some pakoras and kheer like stuff through the chimney (see previous blog to understand about chimney). Yum...that made our day at last. The onion and aloo pakoras were hot and spicey. After a looooong time i had such nice pakoras. It all happened because of my roomi Sumit. He went up and colored that girl and asked her if she had something to eat. As she didn't have anything rightaway, she prepared i guess. I was dozing off when she yelled, "Chintooooooo" and as sumit (yes, he is chintoo....) was in bathroom, decolorifying himself, i shouted back, "Wo bathroom mein hai (He is in the bathroom)"....and added "naha raha hai (taking bath)" to make sure she doesn't misunderstand. "Koi aur hai to khirkee pe aao (Can someone else come to the window??)", she replied back on which i went to the chimney and promptly saw a polythene hanging in front of our oxygen supply hole. I took it in. It came with a long thread too. I opened the boxes inside. Wow!!! the smell, and the 'bondas'. They were delicious. I told sumit to thank her from my side too. As he has not introduced her to me (he once introduced some girl to my other roomie, Neeraj and afterwards the girl started calling Neeraj and stopped talking to sumit, he learnt his lesson fast!!) , that's the only way i could thank her i guess.

Didn't feel like studying after that. So typed out this blog. Chintooooo is out again with her didi to his bhaiya's place. Neeraj is in train after missing colours and pakodas and a chance to befriend the girl upstairs. I am alone at home. Now.....If you are rightly guessing what's on my mind, let me tell you.....I am still in awe of Ghandhiji.

Tiru