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My Engineering Days

Meeting up on the terrace of a friend’s bungalow on a lovely November evening, having pipping hot daal-chaaval (rice) for dinner, cracking jokes, pulling legs, laughing till we cried, talking for hours without a care in the world, and then everyone dancing like maniacs on the terrace at 2 am on that song at high volume.

6 bikes, 10-11 guys, driving to a hill station an hour away, stopping at a dhaba nearby and having chicken like there is no tomorrow, singing songs and driving around like idiots…

Taking the keys from the owner of the shop, putting the shutter down and playing pool all night while listening to music, then going over to the bus stand to have bread-butter or egg bhurji with tea and heading back home at the break of dawn, supposedly to attend classes a couple of hours later.

Sitting for hours at a chai shop on the roadside, ordering endless ‘cuts’ and talking about God-knows-what till there is nothing more to discuss, but only till the next cut came and the war-stories resumed.

When a bunch of guys from a nearby hostel barged in to attack us unexpectedly at night, the same gang was standing in front of me the next morning with their heads bowed and pleading for mercy. Courtesy my brother and his friends.

Convincing the owner ofย  a restaurant to open shop after he had shut down at midnight, ordering 3 chicken handis and tandoori rotis, till the dough finished (at a restaurant so imagine the amount of rotis we had) and then standing on the road side for hours sipping cups of tea, till the cops came and threw us out of there.

Watching back to back movies in the day and then another late night movie, any movie, any actors, any cinema hall, just to kill time and vowing to get back into shape to charm girls when the next Yash Chopra/Karan Johar movie releases.

Dressed to kill, dark shades and sitting on a battered old scooter, two dudes driving around town line marofying, till the scooter runs out of fuel and then dragging the vehicle for 3 kms to the nearest petrol station.

Stepping out at 2 am to get some chai, only to get chased by stray dogs, as a result crashing into another nearby vehicle, getting into a fight, and looking up to realize we were at the footsteps of a police station (city chowk). No prizes to guess what happened next.

Going into an internet cafe at 12.35 am (same time, every night, no clue why) and spending the night at the cafe chatting with strangers online in search of new friends.

When not doing anything, meeting up at a designated phone booth and spending hours just sitting there and chatting with each other and calling that place ‘Headquarters’.

Spending night after night during the PLs (Preparatory Leaves before exams), supposedly studying, but actually listening to songs and making study plans, timelines, schedules and then going off to sleep for 2 weeks. Till the morning of the exam and still struggling to understand, ‘What is machine tools?’

And so on and on and on…..

But what really made these days special was the fact that I was not even a member of this group of friends. My elder bro was. And I was just hanging around with them. Yet, I had the time of my life. Till the very end, I was just a younger brother to everyone. And still am. But life would not have been the same without these guys. Engineering would not have been the same without them.

Why this post? Last night while driving back home from work, that song was playing on the radio and I just burst out laughing to myself and recalled the fateful night on the terrace on that lovely November evening.

Here is that song. Imagine a bunch of 20-something guys, only guys, dancing like maniacs on this. Trust me, its a sight you will never forget. Cheers.


33 thoughts on “My Engineering Days

  1. And by the way….you forgot to mention that heavenly home-made “makkhan” with that daal-chawal. A simple meal, that would put any King’s dinner-spread to shame.

  2. awwwwwwwww. i dont kno y i got choked up…i dint even do engineering wit u guys. ๐Ÿ˜›
    but yes been part of the masti every now n then. u guys made the best possible vacations for an 18 yr old girl just finished schooling n totally lost abt wat to do next.(sum1 who was ande mein ki zardi then :P) its still a pleasure for me to recall my few days, made such fond memories. just wondering, recalling 5-6 such great yrs wud b so kool. ๐Ÿ™‚

    love u masood n sharjil salem!!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜›

    • hehe…you had a ball by just being there. we lived through it day in and day out. it was awesome. btw, not only did you have a ball and enjoyed yourself, you also found your life partner thru us ๐Ÿ˜‰

      so your memories have gotta be a lot more fonder and nostalgic!!!

  3. What a magical post!!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Sigh…like a gust of wind…fresh air….
    Loved it !! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Went into a totally alternate world by the time i finished reading it. Lucky you!

  4. Now dat u have mentioned the so called outside work, being party to it just makes me feel so proud of myself. Imagine if today my company colleagues come to kno dat i had spent 17 days trying to learn “What is machine tools” then i would not be the Technical Manager ne more ๐Ÿ˜›

  5. Wonderful, Wonderful Post And Quite Nostalgic! And guess what the great part is? That even I experienced all of this with my elder brother’s friends :))

    Jaanejigar duniya mein to sabse haseen hai!!! What a song, I remember my brother bringing an RD Burman CD and we all just loved this song. I used to irritate the crap out of my mom by singing this song in front of her all the time… Especially when she was angry

    You brought back awesome memories… The sipping tea at midnight at the railway station and early morning at the tea stall with folk songs playing on radio… Amongst morning mist, just amazing days.

    And we used to think Studying was the hardest thing anyone ever did ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

    • hehe isn’t it so much fun hanging around with elder bro’s friends, na?! I had loads of fun in school days as well and then for 4 years during my engineering!!! And even when I got back to that town now (my wife is from there), I still meet up with them and have a good time.

      Oh yes, that song is awesome. Infact after I heard it on that terrace, I got a copy of it and played it on high volume at home. And me and my sister used to dance like two crazy idiots on it in the kitchen while my mom sighed away to glory! What days!

      Seriously. Back then, studying was like a punishment. Compare that to today, I will trade my left arm for getting those days back. What an irony.

  6. Lovely lovely memories, Masood.
    You’ve just enabled time travel! now i miss my college friends!!!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

    LOL @ you guys dancing on that song! The fav in our group was “Dhagala Laagli..”
    Anywhere, anytime… if it played… most of us would break into a kohli-style dance! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • And I wish time travel was possible. But you know what? If I had that option, i would infact let me brother go. It was due to him that I had all these unforgettable memories. He deserves it more than me. But if some extra baggage is allowed, I would sure love to go with him ๐Ÿ˜‰

      Dhagala Laagli was also a favorite amongst us. More so because it is a marathi song and my engineering days were infact in Maharashtra (Aurangabad).

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