Sree

Disclaimer : A completely fictional story. If you feel that the characters in this post resembles anyone alive or dead then it is your problem. As usual the sun rose at 6:00 am in IITB that day. Mikhilesh dayamaxx Gadha , as always, refused to get up, inspite of the poor alarm howling into his ear:- "Get up you big fat moron, else you will miss your breakfast again" No use. The alarm kept howling while the kumbakaran continued sleeping. But finally Gadha did manage to drag his huge body down to the mess, only to see the mess workers cleaning up the tables. Poor Gadha missed his breakfast yet again. " Grrrrrrrrr ", his stomach protested. Gadha patted his belly softly and sweetly. "Don't worry, Badlu's hei na" . Badlu's is the canteen in IITB CSE department. Gadha has a symbiotic relationship with Badlu's. One can't exist without the other. Gadha's daily quota of 20 idlis keeps Badlu's business running while Badlu...

Disclaimer : As usual good amount of masala added . It was around the month of October. It was the time when students had to upload their resumes to the placement site. But before they can do that, they had to get their resumes verified by the placement nominees (me and Rakesh). One such day during this period ,Harshad pinged me. "Hi, I need to get my marks verified. Are you free anytime". Whoa this guy is acting very formal and friendly, I thought. Looks like someone hit him on his head real hard. "Yeah sure no problem, come with your marklists to my room at 8 pm" , I pinged back. "Your room?In Hostel 12" , he pinged back. "You know of any other room allotted to me in some other hostel?" "Hello how can I come to your room" "I suggest walking...but if you can fly, then that would be better" "Hello Sree, wake up" "$!#&#%@$# You wake up" "Do you know who I am" "A...