You Me and SASTRA (continued)...

Talking about girls i get reminded of food and talking about tamil girls i get reminded of SASTRA mess food. Okay, this entity, SASTRA mess food, is a blend of variety of delicacies(attempted). The mess is like a multi cuisine restaurant, you get to find dishes which you have hardly heard of or will ever do. A typical visit to mess for dinner is something like this--
The first thing you do is to gather all your dinner buddies, not because you love them and can't eat without them but because it's said that you want your dear ones near you in tough times. So all of your pals are here and you finally decide to take a move inside. On the way to the queue for the meal you hear somebody saying " abey aaj laal chaawal hai". That's it, now its hard to control the group, the next half an hour is spent in praise of SASTRA, Tamil Nadu, South Indian Food and many more things, it goes like this--

A- Kya !@#$%^ hai ye, fir wahi chawal!

B- Abey nai, kal neela tha, aaj laal hai, dekh na.

C- !@##$% !@@ !@

D- Roti bana ke ehsaan kiya hai !@#$%^ ne!

E- Upadhyay !@#$%^&

F- VC ki !@#$%^ !@#

me- arey bus karo yaar, bus 2 saal aur hain( back then i had no idea, that once you come to tamil nadu, you stay related or near for a looong looong time)

G- I can't eat this shit, who all coming to canteen?

Everybody- Me!

And we pick up the only eatable stuff which is banana( one everyday) and head towards canteen, which is slightly better than the mess, slightly. The problem with the mess is not that they serve south indian dishes, the problem is they try to satisfy both the south indians and north indians and eventually make a mess of the mess, like they make chapati which is neither chapati nor dosa nor anything worth eating, they make sambhar, which is neither sambhar nor daal nor anything worth eating, and lots more of the likes. Anyways SASTRA food has done some good, atleast to me. Now, after managing to suvive all those colorful tasteless dishes, i can eat anything, and mind you anything is not figurative!.

Enough of food, lets talk about the people( as they claim to be) you got to confront atleast once during your stay at this college.

Will give you insight one by one,

Honourable Mr. Upadhyaya (DOHA)-- Dean Of Hostel Affairs, this is what he is supposed to be but he is more like DOHTINIA i.e. Dean Of 'How To Irritate North Indians' Affairs, man he loves his job. He is actually from Bihar and for some classified reason has preferred staying in SASTRA and creating havoc among the guys on a regular basis. He happens to be the most popular entity among the guys there and trust me he deserves the hype. He has certain principles in life which are

- All north indian guys are terrorists.

- Girls and guys must not speak.

- If a guy has stayed out of hostel whole night he has pobably gone to a brothel.

- If a guy is found roaming inside the campus late night he is probably looking for a site to plant a bomb and hence should be expelled out of hostel.

many more principles, this guy is man of principles u see.

Honourable Mr Vice Chairman-- He is more like a UFO, though everybody has heard about him but rarely somebody has seen him. There are certain situations when you get to see him like, You have been found indulged in ragging, you have committed the dreadful crime of playing Holi inside the campus or Mr Abul Kalam has come again for some inauguration. He has that aura of mystery around him, not because he is not decipherable but because unless he calls out your name, you are not sure that who is the one he is yelling at! (squint eye).

Honourable Mr DOSA-- Dean Of Student Affairs, Sorry, I never got to know his real name. Though he is not a very young guy but he is always on the move. And this quality of his along with not very clear dialect makes it almost impossible to understand what exactly he is trying to say. But still guys prefer to talk to him when he is on the move, because when is not on move and you have to talk to him then you got to stand in front of him and when you stand in front of him it starts raining! not from the clouds but from his mouth.


to be continued..