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********************************************************************** Satyameva Jayathe
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From the Editors desk:
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Hi guys,
We apologise for the delay in this edition of hoogly hungama. the third term is at the midway stage and weve found time to put togeteher another issue. this may of course be our last till july!!!!!!! our term ends on march 13th folowing which well have 3 months of hols.
It ll be very unlikely that well send another issue during this period. there is a special issue on the cards. hopefully things wil come ur way within a week. we are definitely puting together one more issue.
This issue is different in one way. when lingo and me had decided to start this mag, we had an agreement that none of us would feature in the articles. this has of course enraged our pal gora(who featured in our last issue)!! the star reporter lingo has come up with a brilliant article about me, and after relentless pressure i am forced to publish this article.do read it and enjoy it!!
We are continuing our earlier article about gejo's trip. this incident took place in august,following which gejo has undertaken 2 more memorable(and incident filled) journeys.time constraints us from talking about them. now gejo is off to foreign lands....yes he is leaving for 'royal' Bhutan today. we promise to bring u full details about what promises to be an eventful trip.
If u had noticed we are not carrying our usual readers write back..column. this is due to the lack of letters fron our readers. i request u to write letters and articles about any of the jam bunch. we will definitely publish.
luv,
karra
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Snippets..........
by Karra
NBSM '98:
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yes thats the name of our culfest..National Business School Meet (sounds more like a sports fest?). the festival is pretty small but every night features a good music performance. the rock show was by parikrama(the group played in saarang also). the highlight of the festival was tthe Booze stall. the coord was gejo...4 days of continous bartending by gejo, karra, gora and lingo. booze sales was around Rs 95,000. the bartendetrs of course got free booze, so it was 4 days and nights of continous high and bliss!! of course lingo nd gora dont booze. there was also a choreography competition which featured gejo...and a lot of comedy!!!!! that is of course another article altogether!
The Kings party:
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New hostel where karra, gejo, lingo and sattu stay has a custom: every year a king is appointed. the king is essentially a popular guy who is total freak out guy in every sense....the king abdicates his throne at the kings party. the party is restricted to only NHites and no females are allowed.
this year the new king is..................GEJO. LONG LIVE THE KING. the party was wild and people went on a drunken riot. the party also featured a special dance (erotic and country.....no females around though) by the new King, gejo.all in all a memorable night!!!!
Placement update:
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with the year coming to an end, summer placements become important. among the nine guys from jam,eight are placed. onlt sriballs is left....he is looking specifically for a finance job, and with him cracking 2nd term he shouldnt have much of a problem.the scne now is
bopper- Anand Bazaar Patrika, Calcutta
gejo- Tata Steel
Gans- SPIC, madras
Gora- Ramco
Manu- PriceWaterhouse
Karra-SmithKline Beecham
Sattu-Marico
Lingo-HLL
Elections:
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after seeing sattu win an election the next among us to follow was..................
....obviously manuG.he stood for library representative and won. CONGRATS!!!!!!!!
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True stories....... by lingo
GEJO'S TRIP II
The journey of Gejo, the traveller is nothing but a series of hilarity at its best. Night fell on the train. Gejo , on the lower berth, relaxed , and sleepy. He turned over only to see the unimaginable. On the other side was a girl, young , nimble and so delicate. Dressed in all her finery, Gejo had enough sense to realise that the man on the middle berth was this newly married dame's loving hubby. No sooner had Gejo seen this woman than the hubby came down from the berth. Gejo's heart panicked. The Bihari and the shopkeeper in Calcutta flashed back. Was it another diatribe, this time in Mallu. Fortunately for Gejo ( and unfortunately for us ) nothing happened. But better things lay in store ( for us ). The man shared the same berth with his new wife. Add to the tension of the situation was the fact that the guy's brother was precariously in the vicinity, snoring in the upper birth. Gejo saw what was happening. The man cuddled the dame, his hands fondling her. The hearty pounded on Gejo's chest. Never before such an opportunity, something direct. Involuntarily, his head turned and faced the young couple who were happily making merry. Gejo drooled at the bliss.....till the guy saw Gejo with his open mouth and oggling eyes. Gejo, in panic, shut his eyes!! Oh, God!! Not again, he thought. But his eyes couldnt resist the sight he had seen, it opened and again the man scorned at Gejo. Gejo shut his eyes and covered them with his hands. His eyes shut, the seconds seemed like eons. His hands pressed against the eyes which were pushing the eyelids open. The trial of strength ended. The eyes opened and saw that the man , seeing the country Gejo oggling, covered themselves with his blanket and blissfully carried on. Having nothing much to see, Gejo looked up . The old man on the other side had seen Gejo's actions and was ,laughing slyly. And so were the others who had seen Gejo's panic and struggle...laughing at the plight of poor Gejo...Gejo's moment of realisation had come. Unable to do anything else...he covered his face so that his embarrasment wouldnt show. His actions again flashed through his eyes....and sleep fell to heal the wounds.
But the journey isnt over folks! Imagine what happens when the stomach rumbles so much that the airhostess of a plane panics, fearing disaster!! Imagine , also if that stomach is Gejo's!!
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Karra's Bliss....... by Lingo
It's not often that man finds bliss. But when he does, the feeling is unique and ultimate. Would you believe that bliss comes not to the pious, not to the sincere , not to those teeming millions of population who endeavour but to those who doesnt suspect the fact that bliss is right next to them. Alas..that might be the only wrong peg in the scheme of things, for when things do happen , they end up as the biggest source of shocks and surprises.
The Scene: Party Night in New Hostel IIM Calcutta
Karra had taken one too many. But who cared. The night was long, the music great, the babes around him exquisite. With the 'spirits' really high, he had for his company, the inimitable Gejo. This was life, thought he. This is it, indeed. The legs slowly shook to the beats of the distant music. The buzz in his ear, a pleasant drone soothing him....making him feel the pleasures of what reality really is. This intoxication dripped over, making his eyes droop...feeling , feeling .......
" Will you dance with me??"....the voice said. That wasnt his imagination...he opened his eyes and found the most gorgeous female standing before him. Karra was amazed and shocked. " Well, did you call me?", Karra asked anxiously. The female replied" I asked whether you can dance with me? You are kind of cute!!". Karra's heart beat faster. the waves of emotion swell, to become a torrent of emotions overpowering him, the hapiness soaring the skies...The words just couldnt come out...." Yes , Yes !!"
He moved onto the dance floor...dancing, looking at the beauty in front of him. The thought racing in his mind...." That is Karra for you, guys..Powerful Things do come in small packages". The beats of the music filled him with vigor and the presence of the belle in front of him filled him with the energy. " I am a man...I am a man!!", emotions crisscrossed the rational thoughts. His eyes closed...he felt again the summit, he had reached it.Bliss as people called it, the pinnacle of his glory, the height of his achievement. He was aware of the belle looking at him, seeing his dance , and hoping that this man would open his eyes and see her. He could feel the people around even though his eyes were closed, the envious look of Gejo , the pathetic look of gora and the naughty look of Lingo, all probing their thoughts, looking for a way to embarass him to shame. But he knew it was his day. He knew that he was destined for the events of that day. With that pride lunging at his thoughts, he needed to prove the scores of people who really was. He had to talk to her, win over her.....his charm hidden for so long should now be revealed. With that determination, the curtains over his eyelids lifted....and Time stood still!!!!
For he saw not the doe eyed female, he saw not the flowing hair and the generous lips, he saw not the lotus cheeks and luscious nose but the dirty , large coarse figure of the mess worker. Oggling at Karra, the mess worker had fallen in love with him. The belle who had stupified Karra was off with another tall, bulky man. Karra's eyes frowned and he saw not the envy in Gejo but the little smile, he saw not the pathos in Gora but the smirk but he still could see the naughty look in Lingo's eyes. The period of Bliss had ended.
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