Me and 41(a personal blog for a group of frnds)
(Humor, if u find any is coincidental)
Three questions that any reader who knows my infamy will not ask are, who are you? What is 41? and why are you writing this? To the benefit of those lucky few who did ask the questions well read on and then regret.
Nostalgia and memories are great emotions except that I never had any experience nor do the characters that I am going to tell you about in the narrative. The reason for absence of nostalgia is not stoicism as you might suspect but the fear of remembering stuff to return to others! Since the only perspective that I know is mine, the dissertation is about me and my life in 41
41 changed me from an unbearable nerd that people loved to hate to a more evolved maniac that people hate to love. If anyone needs to develop a reading habit, just try being the butt of ridicule in 41 and lo you become the pedant of the group. If you are having a tough time with people ignoring you not listening to you or stealing stuff from you, 41 is the cure or the inure. If at all you want to do a paper on psycho analysis, you can refer 41 to come across an opportunist, an egotist, a consummate lovable freak, a play along and yea …worse; Me
When I have an identity crisis to realize who I am and what I am worth I never got it resolved so easily. It has been so easy to tell people that I am a part of a very good team of dumbc (!) It is easy to know the team that performs only in the bus and is a hallmark of humility that in public we wish to demean our performance for the children of a weaker god (Hemanth wish u were dead!!!!)
When I need updates on cars to politics or sports then I need to listen in 41 and I get my information including some vicarious pleasure. I do not know if all of us are great friends or the best buddies I can vouch that we are amazing traveling company it is surprising that I never slept during a journey(in fear of losing another library book!)
It sure is not nostalgia because I never will remember the college or the bus or people inside it but I will remember incidents that I will narrate to people I meet just to tell them that yes, such people exist on earth too! I think we can call ourselves batch of 41 because that’s where we belong to most than the college itself or at least me!
I don’t think any reader can last more than this but before I take leave of the reader I will humbly accept that every person I associated myself with in 41 has taught me lessons that I love to carry on with me
In alphabetical order
KRS: How to make the truth more interesting
Prakash: Aim target and bite (a fatal form of self defense)
Sandeep: Being a friend
Shashank: being very unconventional and yea.. Accepting stupidity
Shiv: A sense of humor that is very rustic and of course getting things done
Suresh: How to justify your most fatal errors and convincing people never tried me-L
It was nice being in the bus and I am sure junta in 41 will miss a very disturbing voice that sings
“Allah ke bandey hasdein”
By
Oruganty
Three questions that any reader who knows my infamy will not ask are, who are you? What is 41? and why are you writing this? To the benefit of those lucky few who did ask the questions well read on and then regret.
Nostalgia and memories are great emotions except that I never had any experience nor do the characters that I am going to tell you about in the narrative. The reason for absence of nostalgia is not stoicism as you might suspect but the fear of remembering stuff to return to others! Since the only perspective that I know is mine, the dissertation is about me and my life in 41
41 changed me from an unbearable nerd that people loved to hate to a more evolved maniac that people hate to love. If anyone needs to develop a reading habit, just try being the butt of ridicule in 41 and lo you become the pedant of the group. If you are having a tough time with people ignoring you not listening to you or stealing stuff from you, 41 is the cure or the inure. If at all you want to do a paper on psycho analysis, you can refer 41 to come across an opportunist, an egotist, a consummate lovable freak, a play along and yea …worse; Me
When I have an identity crisis to realize who I am and what I am worth I never got it resolved so easily. It has been so easy to tell people that I am a part of a very good team of dumbc (!) It is easy to know the team that performs only in the bus and is a hallmark of humility that in public we wish to demean our performance for the children of a weaker god (Hemanth wish u were dead!!!!)
When I need updates on cars to politics or sports then I need to listen in 41 and I get my information including some vicarious pleasure. I do not know if all of us are great friends or the best buddies I can vouch that we are amazing traveling company it is surprising that I never slept during a journey(in fear of losing another library book!)
It sure is not nostalgia because I never will remember the college or the bus or people inside it but I will remember incidents that I will narrate to people I meet just to tell them that yes, such people exist on earth too! I think we can call ourselves batch of 41 because that’s where we belong to most than the college itself or at least me!
I don’t think any reader can last more than this but before I take leave of the reader I will humbly accept that every person I associated myself with in 41 has taught me lessons that I love to carry on with me
In alphabetical order
KRS: How to make the truth more interesting
Prakash: Aim target and bite (a fatal form of self defense)
Sandeep: Being a friend
Shashank: being very unconventional and yea.. Accepting stupidity
Shiv: A sense of humor that is very rustic and of course getting things done
Suresh: How to justify your most fatal errors and convincing people never tried me-L
It was nice being in the bus and I am sure junta in 41 will miss a very disturbing voice that sings
“Allah ke bandey hasdein”
By
Oruganty
Funeral service by Ganty> at 3:23 PM
