2 incidents

alright. its gonna be quite a while before i write again. just two incidents in my mind that i thought i had to mention here.
just back from bangalore. its quite amazing how the city can seem different to you at different times of your life. be it a teenager, adolescent or adult.
anyway, there's this best friend of mine. his name can be likened to the dude in the bible who brought the canaanites out of israel or the israelites out of canaan. or whatever.
anyway, he used to study in the nearby medical college. and it so happened that he dint write a test that was supposed to be written 2 years ago. the one on family planning, the marks of which will be added to internal assessment of the final year. and of course, it goes without saying, that that test was crucial.
and this friend of mine, is a person who doesnt care a damn bout the college or its rules. he'd walk in 15 or 25 minutes late once class starts and sit down. and he'd always do that to any class no matter what. and the prof's are so used to his ways, that they'd just give him attendance anyway.
and it so happened, that one day, he realizes that the internal assesment marks are important, and walks up to the HOD of obg.
him: "ma'am, i could not take the family planning test that was held in 2nd year ma'am because i was busy with something else. can i take it now ma'am?"
the prof: (gets up from her desk. walks a little further, and looks at him and says): " do i look like a donkey to you"
him: (answering his usual, straightforward manner) "ma'am i'm not entitled to such an opinion because i'm just a student.... but.."
and i really dont know what else he said. but this itself got me into splits of laughter!

and the second, was when our usual gang were at liquid lounge. and of course you know what liquid lounge is. once we're done eathing and drinking, what remains is who drives whom back to the hostel.
i'm usually the most sober of the group. strangely.and so what remains is me, ajith and babar's bike.
this must've been in august, and the rains still havent let up. i sit on the bike, and try starting it with the button start. it doesnt work. and so i try kickstarting it. that too doesnt work. maybe it needs a little extra power, and so we call the bouncer who's standing outside lounge to help us out.
he tries kicking it a few times, but it still doesnt start.
we couldnt possibly call anybody else to give us a drop. they werent in their senses, nor would anyone thnk of coming back through the pouring unpredictable rain and helping us out.
we decided to solve the problem ourselves. ajith and i.
i got onto the bike, and ajith sat behind. we managed to push it to the slope of the road beside lounge.
we let gravity do the work. the bike rolled down the hill and seemed to go smoothly untill it gently stopped.
we got off the bike, and started pushing it. ajith started pushing the bike from behind and we managed to get past the main road onto sturrock road. from then on, it was one winding flat road, and we managed to get it past sturrock as well. by this time, i wasn't high at all and ajith seemed to get off his highness.
(lol!)
then, there was another slope beside casa grande, which we rode down, and the bike rolled into a stop again. from then on, the road was uphill. we heaved and pushed and tugged at the pulsar 180 up the hll upto kaprigudda circle. by this time, we were quite tired. we had just a few metres to go untill we reached the hostel.
we were pretty upset that the bike dint start, so we called babar to check on his bike.
me: "dude, your bike's conked man! we had to push it all the way from liquid lounge to here. had a tough time".
babar: "whats wrong with it? nothing can be.." he says as he sits on it, and tries starting it. he switches on an insignificant button on the right side of the handle of the bike, and presses the 'on' button.
the next minute, "VROOM!" the bike kicks into life.
the post mortem of the incident was of course another matter. i can just safely say that i know my bike more than someone else's.