Pulliraja goes to Pilani [WYSI-definitely not-WYG]

Yes. Thats right, What You See Is definitely not What You Get in Pilani.

Have you ever wanted to know how a building would look like if it had jaundice.Then you should come to BITS, Pilani. No, not the Bannariamman Institute of Technology and Sciences the other BITS. One look at the jaundiced, small-as-a-jail-cell, pigeon-poop-filled room that I was alloted and I thought to myself did I really travel 48 hours non-stop to come to this place?

And to top it all of, the haunting inscription on the bureau,

PSYCHO WAS HERE -RM 245.

Huh... should I be scared or was it some cryptic clue that had to be solved? I just made sure that my father never read that message lest he feel uncomfortable about leaving me there!

Back to the pigeon poop, I'm reminded of a particulary funny moment during my second year there.

Principal characters:

The Warden: He was pretty much your run-of-the-mill torch toting warden. The interesting part was he carried the torch with him regardless of the time of the day.

US: Since I don't remember all involved characters in this incident, I'll just call ourselves Unfortunate Souls. All of US were catching a movie on a Monday afternoon as is the custom on most Monday afternoons(or any other afternoon for that matter).

Door knocking...

US[1]: Ji agla baar paisa dhedhenge ji. (US[1] is the primary occupant of the room. Thinks its the Dhobi and tries to get back to the movie)

Incessant knocking...

US[2]: dei kadhava thorandhu dhan paaren da.
US[1]: pch...
US[3]: dei padatha pause pannu... padatha pause pannu... erkanavae onnum purilla
US[1] drags himself to the door and opens it.

To add to the already too-bright-too-suddenly effect in the room, the man switches on his torch at 4 in the afternoon. US[3] to US[6], all of them shade their eyes quickly to prevent permanent damage to their respective retinae.

Warden: What is this? (he says and points the torch at the monitor)

No one wants to state the obvious and everyone stays quiet.

US[1]: Sir, we are watching a movie.

[edited out] Uninteresting parts of the conversation involving bits like "Don't you have any class?" "Isn't there a test series coming up this month?" (to which US[3] replied in an US-only-audible-undertone, "Illa Sir, India adutha maasam dhan Australia voda aadudhu" )

Unable to wheedle anything incriminating from any of US, he is almost out but suddenly points his torch at the floor just outside the door (much to the relief of US[3]....US[6]) and says,

"What is this?"

US[1] was the only one who was standing near the door, and from his facial expression we were pretty sure he was trying real hard to resist laughing right there in his face.

US[1]: Sir, we (stifles laugh) didn't do it.

You would all have realised that this line is a dead giveaway in most insinuating situations but trust me when I tell you that here we really didn't do it.

The Warden: Doesn't matter who does it. Its your room you have to keep it clean.
Make sure it doesn't happen again.

At the last line, US[1] tries his hardest to keep a straight face and says,

Yes Sir. Won't happen again.

Satisfied, the warden pockets his torch with a flourish and leaves.

As soon as he is out of earshot, US[1] bursts laughing. The rest of US walk out to the door and look at what he had been pointing his torch at,

Fresh blessings from our avian friends aka PIGEON POOP.

Acknowledgements:
I guess I was either US[4] or US[5].
So to the rest of US : I know I changed the script a bit. Hope you guys don't mind. And I don't remember who came up with the Bannariamman bit either. So there thats about it.

P.S: It is an entirely different matter that we came to love our jaundiced small-as-a-jail-cell room so much that we very rarely cared to venture out of them unless it was for food.

Pulliraja fights back!

Note: For any of this nonsense to make any sense, you will need some background knowledge.

As promised I will now detail how my fellow victims and I got around this embarassing situation. As kaakha kaakha's pandya puts it quite eloquently it was 'simple but powerful'. We wore pants over our shorts to school and changed to shorts once we got to our all-boys-only class. Ingenious, rite? To that effect 11 'D' holds the distinction till date for being the only class room in India in which students have ever taken their pants off!

Now that we we had done away with our constricting pants, our school ground was ready to revel in the glory of our unhindered and agile movements on it. Calling it a schoolground would be insulting to all other self respecting schoolgrounds. I'll tell you what it was. It was a basketball court and volleyball court merged into one student assembly area + a bonus cycle parking area. God bless the Mogappair based Civil Engineer who built the place. He did the best with what he had.

That was our first lesson in optimization. We learnt to play five sports within 1basketball court+1volleyball court. Half of the Basketball court would be occupied by srinaths bowling to tendulkars and the rest be covered with Jordan-sque dunkers. Amidst all this commotion some people even managed to play football.Cricket was funny though. An excerpt from the field placement from DAV's Dhoni reads as

Dei nee physics lab la nillu. Nee chemistry lab.
And indha vaati principal room ulla ball vitradha da. Aprom matcha curtail panna vendi dhan.
Avan enga da. Avana toilet veliya dhana nikka sonnen.


Disclaimer: The post suffers from a certain degree of exaggeration. I'm more than entitled to that after the traumatic events of my past. All present and future statistics to be taken with a grain of salt.

P.S Next post Pulliraja goes to Pilani!