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One mystery called RUSTY....

For tonight, lets think about the great spirits which walked that part of the earth. Whenever we think of great people, our very own Rusty springs up first. He is one of the most interesting person we have met, he lost his heart to PK of HGH fame and gang made sure that everyone knew. He was those simple guys who after a late night movie out of fear of Drunken Dogra (our then hostel manager) tried to scale a wall and was left in lurk by the gang who climbed first and made sure that the watchman arrived in time to catch Rusti climbing the wall........ but again Darba and Jhabru of Prody fame were creatures of different world...... no matter what happened they never changed........ never...... how could they change... perfection can never get better... LOL!!!

His strip-tease item number was another big thing doing rounds in the days gone bye.... abey dar gaye.....bhool gaye.... Rusty ki PU waali ragging.... he was not the audience to the strip tease, he was the performer, doing his magical and mystical gyrations to those blood suckers in that no-moon night, out in the dark, practicing in the stadium... for one day he thought to be going on a world tour....

But his tasty blood and its stories... doing rounds in NSS camp... his first hand account of those pleasing moments were enough to invite all those lost spirits near the hostel, to quench his thirst for GOD-knows what... but his un-holy attitude made those gay-ghosts return back to the GOLDEN rule..... the rule that was once broken.......yeh bhoot pret jab kisi ke peeche pad jaate hain..... to chodte nahin hai.... na hi unhnone darba ko choda..... woh aate to apki marzee se hain..... par jaat esirf aur sirf apni marzi se hain......they started haunting him in the night. One such night, while he was fast asleep some pirates disguised as pecobians raided his room, and gifted his long and shiny moochis to the dead man's chest. The Air Pistol attacks which were made on him by his co-dwellers while he was dreaming about his sex tirade with some hot hot babe (barbie dolls yaar).... allegedly dreaming about the astonoshing PK :). His dreams disturbed by those who were jealous and worried about his relationship......

Rusty ... the man....the machine......from Virinchi.....to Darba ....... We Salute!!!

Pal... yaad ayenge woh pal!!!

Short brushes leave the brightest strokes in one's life. For they have the power to bring a smile with just a gentle kiss of time.

Hum rahe ya na rahe, yaad aayenge yeh pal,
Hum rahe ya na rahe kal, Kal yaad aayenge yeh pal.

We entered this beautiful and happening place in July 1999. You all would agree that we still remember our first day in the college. Who would not? That day when we stepped outside childhood and entered Youth. With millions of dreams and fantasies in the mind and no-more 24-hour restrictions over the head (for hostelers, day-scholars please excuse), we all just wanted to go and LIVE....explore the territories long forbidden and quench our thirst and hunger (for what??? come on....don't be that impatient...read on).

Morning bringing the joy of seeing new faces, excitement of making new friends, worries for studies, eagerness for the evening to go out, fun pulling up each other, and with the falling night, some gripping in fear of ragging, some trying to make it up on time to home, praying that the night ends soon, dreaming to make her mine, awaiting a new beginning.

All queuing up to woo the bold and the beautiful, everyone making a chance to get that item, the cooler ones experimenting on how to get hotter, all eyes on those few chosen ones..... some struggling and eating those books, and others with only one goal - TO WIN.... To win the most difficult battle.... to win HER. The book-creepers running to classes, taking down notes, and fearing the madari's, hanuman's, and kaul's of the college. Those not-interested joining hands for MASS-BUNKS and planning their first coup of power, the fight for SURVIVAL had just begun.

Who can forget the seniors searching for fucchhaas and fucchheees at the VERKA booth under the banner of Anti-Ragging Squad. Aur jab ARS ki baat aati hai to Aman Sapra ki yaad na aaye; aisa to ho nahin sakta......... who can forget that feeble yet brave man who used to walk around the college like a skeleton........ talking to each and everyone. Aur usi ke saath yaad aata hai woh NSS ka blood donation camp, jiski wajah se sabne mast lectures bank kare. Some of us would always remember those blood donation camps, for after donation they had been the receptors. LOL...

Of Course in his last year we often used to spy on him sitting with his lady, who was the only one thinner than him in college. All in all Sapra was a strategist though our secret spies once raided his room to discover a p*ndi lying under his bed, we felt happy in a subtle way.... Alas PEC gave him something meaningful.......... so it did to all of us.......

Jai Vindhayachal....... our ground of awakening..... day scholars included as we hostlers always shared what we learned or acquired..... those of you remember the mags and later CDs you borrowed from us ..... and those who borrowed special ones just beware!!!!.....we still carry accounts receivable...... these days you cannot even go and buy those rare collections anymore..... you either have your laptop or your girlfriend..... or worse both to carry along......

Week main ek baar workshops....... ladke ladkiyon sab ki favourite.......kyun....... bhool gaye ladke apni job pehle khatam kar ke ladkiyon ki job banane ki fight main, impression jamane ki fight main, ladkiyon intezaar main ki woh kiski job banayega, aur ch***ye job ke saath number banane ki fight main, kuch sabse achi job puri karne ki fight main, woh paani peene ke bahane ghoomne jaane ki fight main, woh vaapis hostel jaake sone ki fight main, woh aankhen aur dil dono sekne ki fight main, woh sab kuch karne ki fight main ....

Kya din the woh, kya din charaya thi.... na koi tension... na boss ki gaaliyaan.... na deadlines ki tension... (mass-bunk to maar sakte the wahan)... kaash woh din fir vaapis laut aayen... and that's why it is said, "Some one return me the fun-filled days of the college, and take back all my savings of life." Anyways...... let's continue where we left.

The first few weeks were spent getting used to the college culture. Waking up fifteen minutes before the class, taking a french bath, picking up the paranthas and then rushing for the class in the morning. Looking at the watch again and again as to when those boring lectures would be over, looking at as to who would be the one sharing his notes during exam time. Afternoons were devoted to the library..... free ka AC woh bhi ladkiyon ke saath...... aur kahan milega.

Evenings were spent rushing towards the gheri route and the apni rhedi market. Uske baad, getting together in the hostel rooms, sharing the day's experiences, analyzing the figures of the beautiful babes, anguished over a khadoos professor, aur saath main bachpan ki kissey-kahaniyaan. The favourite past time of the hostel - those no-sense talks.

To janab yeh thay woh kuch chuninda pal, jinse humne aur aapne, apne career's ki shuruat ki. Ab yeh to bhagwaan janta hai ya aap khaas dost, ki un char saalon main humne kitni cheezon ki shuruat ki, aur kitne kile fateh kiye.

work work all the day ... the task never ends..... midnight has come, .... still the day never ends.....

Goodnight !!!

Thanks for your response

Friends, Thanks for your over-whelming response.... We are really thankful to all of you for being there and reading this blog....We will surely try to live it up to your expectations... As you all know the JOB life sucks ... and sucks real hard.... finding time is a bit difficult... But, we will be back soon with the our very first memoir ... so don't go any where else... keep visiting...and enjoying....

A few changes to the blog may be observed... solely on suggestions by you great people...the theme has been changed. We have also allowed the anonymous comments for all of you....(we had forgotten to change the settings).


We will be back soon...with a bang!!!


Thanks again!

Who Are We......???

We the people of PEC fraternity, resolve to bring back that glorious past from PEC market to CCA, from beautiful TOTs to idiot lovers, from boring classrooms to happening parkings, from placid environment, to Verka booth, from geris of the geri route to paranthas outside GCG, from Jangos to Channos, from Rams to Sitaa..s, from Grovers to Sekhons, from Madari to Hanuman, from brothers to sisters, from NSS to Projection, from Comp Science to Civil, from KAKAs to KAKIs, from V P Singh to R R Singh, from Vindhya to Kurukshetra, from workshops to audi, from Lauki to Kela, from Natty to Dincum, from Jyotsana to heaven, from Shally to Shalli, from Quacks to Love Dactars and to you all. We Salute!!!

Rumor, Humor and above all the truth converge in this space to re-live the times we had in the heaven called PEC. It has been a while since we left the holy ground to make our lives a little worldly wise, but with time we have found that there are these small memories with in us, which at times make us give those mysterious smiles, when we encounter an old brethren in the wild wild world. Those moments my friends will be rejuvinated and mysteries thrown open.

We will ensure that this time we will break the walls of so-called HGH, and steal those stale pages upon which lie the very lies of PEC. Every stone will be turned, every wall will be broken, every territory will be conquered as we recreate 1999 to 2003.

Oops! We forgot to introduce ourselves. Well some amongst you know who we are. We are those silent eyes who saw yet never spoke, who touched but never felt, who witnessed every story out there but never told, who know everyone inside out, who have been there, and done that. Today we feel that the secret of the MATRIX called PEC 2003 has been solved.

So ladies and gentleman, here you would all meet those fancy yet ravishing scoops..............the GLADIATORS ARE ALIVE AGAIN!!!

Beware and Enjoy ... here we return!!!!!!!!!!