Yesterday

I have much to write about, and not a lot of time. For I must get back to Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince.

The purpose of this entry is to keep all the people interested in my dull life updated with what's been happening. I wouldn't have gone through the time and trouble of posting this entry but for them. They seem to be more interested in my life than I am, and as a result seem to flock to this blog in large numbers. I would hate to see them leave disappointed. And therefore, I write.

Not much has happened since I last posted. Yesterday was fun. I went to VM. For the uninitiated, VM is an abbreviation for VidyaMandir, as in VidyaMandir Classes. VM is located in West Punjabi Bagh, and it is a place where students are taught Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics to help them prepare for the JEE, or the Joint Entrance Examination. The JEE, as all of you would probably be knowing, is the test one has to take to get into one of the seven IITs spread across the country. I used to study at VM for a period of two years, and I usually make it a point to go there at the beginning of every set of vacations, to see how things are getting along there. However, during these summer chhutis, every time me and my friends used to schedule a trip to VM, something or the other came up at the last moment, and we had to postpone the visit every time. Yesterday, however, me and three of my friends, who also studied in the same batch at VM as me, managed to finally realize our plans to drop in on the VM bhaiyyas (that's what we call our teachers at VM) at about 10:00 AM.
We spent quite a bit of time there. We met with a few of the bhaiyyas, and exchanged views with them on subjects ranging from ragging at IITD to recent movies. It was, as always, a pleasure to be at VM, and it was only at about lunch-time that we left the place.

The question that the four of us faced then was, in true H2G2 fashion, where to have lunch. In the absence of a better alternative, we settled for a McDonald's outlet. Then we decided to watch a movie, and once again, in the absence of a better alternative, had to settle for a movie called Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya. I shall write more about it when I write a detailed post on the movies I have watched this week, so look out for a review then. Till then, all I would like to say is that if you have decided to go catch the movie sometime, you would do well to reconsider your decision.

That about wraps up the boring part of this entry, and I now move on to more interesting, although very slightly more interesting, things.
But before that, allow me to digress a little. I know I am straying from the task at hand, but I would like very much, at this point, to introduce a friend of mine. I have known him for quite some time now, but very surprisingly, he never quite got around to being mentioned on this blog. All that is about to change.

Rishi Kant, as this particular friend of mine is called, is a from the same school as me. He was in the same section as I was in classes XI and XII. After school, he, like me, made the awful mistake of deciding to pursue engineering, and as a result, is almost as sexually and mentally frustrated as me, and indeed most of the other engineering students of our country. He studies (I am not quite sure if the word 'studies' can do full justice to what I am trying to convey here, but whatever) at the Delhi College of Engineering, also known as DCE.

Besides that, Rishi is one of the best players of cricket I have had the fortune to meet, and one of the worst drivers I have been unlucky enough to travel with. He wears specs, has extraordinarily big teeth and an almost perfectly elliptical head. He is also in the habit of addressing people as 'Pandu' , and incessantly muttering obscenties when he has nothing better to do, which is always. Rishi used to, until a day back, stay at Green Park, and since Green Park is, geographically speaking, quite close to AIIMS Campus, I used to, until a day back, visit him quite frequently. He had therefore, over a period of the last 3-4 years, become a rather good, if somewhat eccentric, friend.

To put it in a nutshell, Rishi is an utter ass, and as a result, is extremely interesting company. Keeping a straight face is next to impossible when he is around. The sad thing is, he won't be around very often now.

Rishi left for the US yesterday. His dad got a very cool job there, and as a result his entire family has shifted to New Jersey. He will, very probably, come back sometime soon, but it is unlikely that he'll stay for a long time. He has applied for a transfer to a few US universities, and, being the person he is, he very probably will get one. He will, therefore, in all probability, spend the rest of his life driving fast cars (not very well, I might add), minting money, and pataoing hot, white chicks. In short, he'll be doing all the things I would love to do but would probably never get a chance to because I'm stuck at stupid IIT. Sad. Quite sad.

Anyway, what I am trying to say, perhaps not very successfully, for I never am at my articulate best when talking about such stuff, is that Rishi was a nice guy to have around. And while I might not exactly be devastatingly depressed and miserable because of his departure, I will go as far as to say that he will be missed. Rishi, dude, if you're reading this, keep in mind that coming from me, that's a lot. I don't usually say things like that.

Well, that done, I shall get back to Harry Potter.