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The Skinny Man

It was the winter breaks of 12’th, which had just commenced and I were to stay back in the hostel for an additional ten days before I could head back to my place to have the parathas and the delicious sweets custom made for my taste buds’ delight. The more I was missing the ‘beneath the blanket-sleeping like a log’ the lesser I was enjoying my stay each day. My chores basically included surfing net, doing some research, visiting seniors’ hostel and most important eating the crap at ‘MESS @ Kesura’(also Khosla) for which by the way I  had to pay separately.

Walking from Khosla(seniors’ hostel) to Insti after lunch daily became a thing for me during the stay and I sort of enjoyed the walk of half a kilo-meter under the bright sun with the shade of ‘Odiya’ trees. The walk stood out also because of one more so to say ‘element of walk’. Some hundred meters before the insti there were these huts made up of mud and clay aligned by the roadside. The huts presenting like any other view of the city that I had been in for past year or so, what stood out for me was the character  ‘the skinny man’ probably in his late fifties, perfectly malnourished, his teeth resembled to those shown to us in the EVS under deficiency of Fluorine in water (yes I paid this much attention!!) and  wore the same yellow turned banyan over his dark skin and something similar to a ‘lungi’ everyday.

I remember his appetite which was almost the same every-day. His steel plate had those thick and small grains of rice and some barely yellowish dal poured over them. I almost encountered him daily during his meal and each day I would see him sitting in the same composure with his legs struck together and his buttocks and feet touching ground, hand-picking his bunch of rice to one corner of the plate and mixing it with some subji and he would do this maintaining the same sense of calmness on his forehead making me feel how petty my issues or for that sake my whole life was. All his senses cared, was not-so-petty anymore plate of his somehow reminded me of the Tolstoy’s story where he explains a king so animatedly that what is important is now, the present.

Even though I didn’t feel any high of myself while passing by him daily but I made sure that I took the walk instead of getting a lift. I would gently slow my pace and give a casual look over him not to make the poor guy let know of my prying. I found some unusual peace in those ten seconds each day during my stay. Probably it had also to do with trees providing complacent shade in the bright or may be because of the subtle stillness in the man’s life and composure or even maybe that I respected food even more, having been paying extra charges for the mess food but what was more important for me was to know that even without having any luxuries in this gold chauvinistic society there was this guy who had peace.

Love story of Chibil continued……….

Khambao a girl living in the outskirts of Gopal was um……… let’s just say not a normal girl and why not, does our hero deserve a petty earthling as his mate? No way! A normal silly girl child would like irrelevant things such as Barbie or stuffed toys but Khambao being so special had special choices. She would prefer an ape over an apple (still the doctor would remain away from her, for her might be it was an ape a day keeps the doctor away). Anyhow moving to less illogical contexts, she had a special liking for animals and consequently she ended up in a zoo I mean as a guide in a zoo.

She belonged to a middle class family of Gopal and was the second child of her parents. Her father was an archeologist and mother, curator at the city museum. Maybe it was this ‘historical’ background that Khambao had somehow played a role in deciding the destiny of her’s and our hero after all its history that Chibil is all about. As a child Khambao would go to the museum with her mother and  would carefully listen to all the free guided tour which was offered and would enjoy all the folk-lores and legends. It was then when she first came across the name Chibil, according to many historical records of ancient civilizations such as Aztec, Zulu and the Greeks, there existed a great legend who was born sometime back in three lakh B.C.  who possessed all the talents and that he discovered and invented uncountable things, that he graces earth with his incarnations and also that his powers had gone asleep due to some reason which no one knew. It was during this time that Khambao had an arisen intrest in the legend but had no idea as such that the same would come in her life sometime in future.

So, after college due to her keen interst in archeology and mathematics she applied for the post of guide at the local zoo. What……!! Does everything need to be logical, it’s about Chibil after all. So, quietly keep on reading. Having joined the zoo as a guide Khambao made a very special friend there,`Kansi’ was the name of the ape that she had befriended. Each day after her shift at zoo, she and Kansi used to hang on, `obviously’ they could not hang out on branches of tress. For hours they used to discuss astrology and anatomy. But this was not to be for very long, for his ‘unapely’ behavior and excess violence with fellow, Kansi was moved out of the zoo and was exiled into the forest in the outskirts of Gopal. Khambao did not like this separation and therefore moved on but Kansi had taken those hours seriously so much that he started to search for her everywhere in the forest and even in the town(don’t ask me why in forests!!...).

The search proved to be very exhausting and long for Kansi. During this he had been shot at seven times, beaten numerous times whenever either he got in someone’s home, bathroom, and even bedroom looking for his Khambao.  It had been four months now and poor Kansi was starting to loose hope but as it was meant to be, he happened to be standing just below the house where Chibil had knocked on Valentine’s morning and heard Chibil’s  proposal. Yes, finally Kansi had found Khambao but not in the most of pleasant ways. 

Love story of CHIBIL

It was dark and caressing cold when Chibil woke up that day at 3 in the morning. What he had planned was an intense session of ritual offerings, devotional ancient dance and prayers in front of mirror. What!? ……..did u think our hero Chibil is a normal earthling who will pray to the Gods? Huh! Noway, our very own Chibil is no less than any god. All his creations, inventions, discoveries and theories placed him somewhere in the lower hierarchy of the hell. So Chibil had this notion that he was no less than some idol at any temple and whenever he would have any wish he would do all his weird stances (which he supposed was a devotional dance and wanted all his devotees to follow the same but pity no one did infact there was never anyone) in front of mirror to lure himself to give him a wish. Actually it was a valentine morning and our chibil was in romantic mood. She was a guide at the local zoo in Gopal( home of Chibil) for whom the heart of our hero had fell.

For almost a year now Chibil was passionately in love with that earthly creature. Each time when Chibil used to visit his friends at zoo he used to get dressed up properly, applied AXE hair gel to his beard and used WILDSTONE deodorant as mouth freshner as he didn’t want to take any risk of giving any bad impression to his beloved. Chibil was damn serious about this relationship which he wanted to have with ‘Khambao’, his love.

She worked as guide at the zoo. The first time when Chibil saw her was an event in itself. Winds were blowing at their full speed kissing the forehead of dusk and our Chibil was strolling in the reddish sky. The clouds paved way for him as he bussed off the clouds. Down when he came, he saw a fleet of girls twittering around at the Central Park Zoo. It wasn’t that Chibil had never seen such a peculiar and adorable creation god ever in his life but the skin coloured shirt that she wore attracted him the most. He could not take his eyes off the stitching work over the shirt. Soon, he even saw her face and few other things that he started liking but not as much as he liked the shirt. Pursuit of love for our hero had taken off from a landing at a zoo. Each time he would give a visit at the zoo he would make sure that it was Khambao who became his guide and for the next whole hour he would be lost in a world where only he, Kambao and her shirt would be there.

So, on the day of valentine Chibil was keen on going into a relationship with Khambao. He had planned something special for Khambao for which she could not resist to fall. He had planned to give a beautiful basket decorated with yellow zulu flowers which he had brought from a general store in greece some two years back. The basket had all possible things which Chibil thought could impress her and mostly they had to do with his inventions over the time. He had prepared small miniatures of all those to gift her. It had a pair of wheel carved out of stone, a small matchbox to signify fire, a small scale electric generator, a pendulum and few more similar romantic stuffs. Apart from this he had brought cocoa seeds from Africa. Now what………………..?!. Did you think our hero will be so human to gift chocolates?! ‘OBVIOUSLY not’, signifying that our hero made everything from trash( and not into trash), he  would prefer anything which is generative.

With hesitation and shyness the shivering hands of Chibil knocked at Khambao’s place. “Khambao open the door”, a voice from inside shouted loud only to make Chibil’s heart beat run even faster. The pulmonary valves of Chibil were now operating at speed that could make all the Japanese engineers working on maglev feel ashamed of them-selves. As the door opened slowly a blurred image appeared from behind with scattered hairs in night dress giving clear indications that she had just been awake. To her surprise it wasn’t the milkman. “ Shit! She even isn’t wearing that shirt”, Chibil whispered to himself. He held his breath providing ample oxygen to his lungs and finally decided to do what he had planned with no delay. He presented the basket that he had brought all the way for her. After this he performed some strange activities which one might think of gymnastics having petty earthly intellect. Going by the same notion there were two summer saults for sure in his act. Having done all this, he finally uttered those magical words, “I Love You”. Khambao stood bewildered at the threshold of door figuring out what had just happened. It took some ten seconds for her to gather back her senses and asked “ Who are you?”. The bunch of cocoa seeds he was carrying fell on the stair case just beside the door.  

The legend of chibil

3,00,000 B.C
The heavens were being poked, the thunders liked their status and the gnawing  clouds were chatting amongst themselves when one of the most blissful events of mankind engulfed the earthly panorama, the Everest bowed down, the arctic melted, continents swum across pacific and dinosaurs paid homage as a creature with supernatural powers and great abilities took birth on this petty planet earth. ‘CHIBIL’ he was born with such credentials that would soon prove to be as strong so as to dismantle all the laws of space-time, universe, you name it.
Had that been any other ordinary child sonu or monu it would have cried but the baby Chibil had other plans. The poor doctor who witnessed the inception of the baby had nightmares for months. ‘HAU’ were the first magical words that the baby had to offer for the ears of the doctor. The doctor was affirmative of the sublime soccer skills of the child as the first kick of Chibil was straight onto the groin of the goffey doctor.
2011 A.D
Its Roshali in place called Bbuneswari blessed with the arrival of Chibil on her land. No one in the universe was aware of the legacy of the guy who had just entered the college. It was our hero’s first class in college when a professor named Bobo who first saw ummm……. let’s just say sleeping because our hero is not beautiful atleast not until we consider humanly parameters of beauty. All these centuries our hero had all his psychic powers still within his petty human body. Thanks to the same Chibil suddenly realized a substance made up of varying composition of a compound which had calcium, carbon and oxygen in it. Though still asleep it took only few nano seconds for Chibil subconscious mind to calculate the empirical formula for the compound. To his surprise he learnt that he had been hit by a chalk on his fore head on the first day of college by his professor. Sleeping for our hero was a curse given to him by a mermaid sometime in 200 B.C. All these years when our Chibil was exploring science and doing weird experiments he would fell asleep as his neurons would get jammed and would simultaneously forget his recent memory and this would happen each time when he discovered or invented something, like it happened when he discovered the laws of Gravitation. Wait……….……what! You think it was Newton who did it!! Obviously not, Newton was just a fraud who copied research papers which our great hero and protagonist wrote. Only effort what Newton had to do was to translate that ancient Zulu script by Chibil into contemporary language. Same was the case with Faraday, Archimedes and many more.  The only difference was the way in which they stole or copied the theories. Einstein had the most adventurous expedition for the same.
Only first day into college and Chibil had his aura felt by almost all. His sleeping skills fascinated everyone. He had the ability of sleeping in 786 poses with his eyes opened and closed as well, or even with his swirly over head accessories pointing in any direction of choice. But sleeping was the least he had to offer for his spectators. His brilliant skills with football, dancing that would embarrasse rookies like MJ and music that could make Mozart to be proved as a novice.
His first day at college was now at dusk and Chibil was performing an extremely skillful task. He was receiving audio signals of frequency 100Hz, computing the co-ordinates of the source considering the Chibil effect (commonly known as Doppler effect) and simultaneously using them to send signals to his locomotionary organ (legs obviously). Suddenly his eyes opened when he sensed some source threateningly very close to him, his eyes opened in no time, it was a lorry truck some 5 meters from him at his back. A simple human then would have fainted but Chibil had nerves of Titanium. He flipped back in micro seconds and straight away ran into the vehicle.
What happened next? Would the truck have survived? Would something unprecedented happen?.............

I LOVE HERE @ COLLEGE

Bright heads lying on the desk remembering the good old days when they used to solve deadly problems of mechanics from ‘Irodov’ or the vicious questions of calculus. Not too long ago the same minds had conviction to change the world, to explore the aglow world of knowledge and to study when they would go to college. College that too an IIT meant and still means for those who are entirely secluded from it, a sort of a knowledge shrine where one could pursue all his scientific temperaments through research. The clueless faces occupying seats in class at college are the same that used to be in perfect synergy when they were taught much deeper and tougher concepts at their coaching classes during JEE preparations. Surely it can’t be that their IQ disappeared in thin air. Keeping track of what is being ‘taught’ suddenly appears to be a challenge worth great deal for those who came off their schools in flying colours. And exams!, they are differently perceived now. More than knowledge its management skill that one performs in two days before the exams to get fair grades. Arranging Xerox of the notes, books and more importantly the syllabus are the tasks of utmost importance before any exam. Surely there are some questions that why an IIT undergrad might say “MAA  C****** MID-SEM END-SEM PHODENGE” ? Are we accomplishing what we wanted to when we entered the gates of JEE centers? Or rather are we inspired to accomplish anything like that?But wait..! did you think this was going all dark shady?? And that someone experiencing this might some day call it off by scripting “I QUIT” on the walls of his room then I would say you are ummm…….?? a bit judgemental .  College my dear is that Pandora box where you get all the shortcuts to success, an exhilarating ride into the world of fun and adventure. Fun that teaches a lot, funny isn’t it? A maze with only two ends, “You get in somehow and get out somehow”!