Ah! I feel like presenting a more visual post today than always. So I’ll do something I’ve not done before. Use pictures.

So let’s put this under Pranks. Though it’s not about any prank, this itself could serve as one.
So I just have a main course of pictures to show and then one for dessert.
So lets start off.

(1) This is one of my best friends, Makaranth. He is asleep. He is like a brother to me.

Maku 1

(2) (notice the left hand) Well, Makaranth’s skin texture is very good. You can notice it better in this photo.

Maku 2

(3) Check out the stripes pattern on the shorts in this one. I like it.

Maku 3

4) This is another one of Makarand. Wearing bright orange shorts. Plus I like the forearm muscles in this one.

Maku 4

Well that’s about it of Makaranth in this one. As I promised, a dessert photo to end with.

This is the butt of an elephant I caught on camera in Goa. He’s going into a no-entry road.

Elephant

Have a nice day

This incident is pretty recent compared to the other pranks.
(for other pranks,-> Pranks )

This one took place during 1^st year engineering at NITK Surathkal. It was a Saturday night, of the rainy odd semester. I was at my friends’ room. Makarand and Aditya’s room. Well, their room was in the 2^nd block, and mine in the 1^st, and I spent most of my time in their room with them. That night we went on chatting till it got late, so I decided to sleep there itself. Both their beds were joined and that gave the 3 of us enough space to sleep. So eventually Makarand fell asleep, like he normally doesn’t stay up till late. And Adi & I were chatting away into the night. At around 1.30 am or so, I suddenly got the itch to pull a fast one on Maku. I didn’t know what to do, but just wanted to do something.

And then I pulled down his pants to his knees.

Yes, I did it. And No, it wasn’t a gay act. It was just a prank. I pulled it down and Adi & I started laughing, controlling our laughter, muffled, so Maku wouldn’t wake up. But this wasn’t enough. I pulled it down even more. Slowly. Makarand not suspecting a thing! I kept doing this at short intervals of time. Lower a bit, and then laugh away. Lower a bit, and then laugh away. Finally the pant was nearly removed. Just needed to be tucked off the fingers. So close! But it had to end.

Maku suddenly got bitten by a mosquito on his thigh. And in his sleep itself, he swatted it with his hand, slapping his bare knee.

1…2…3…4…5…

:O

Makarand gets up all of a sudden, mouth wide open, looking down at his pelvis, wondering where his pants are, then noticing them at his feet, pulling them up, which was difficult and totally stunned with what’s happening.

Then Makarand turns his head to look at us, we who are pretending to be fast asleep, pulls me by the shoulder, and asks me why I did it. C’mon Maku, look at your face in the mirror. This is exactly why!

Then Makarand was livid with anger, he got up, wore his vest, separated the 2 beds leaving Adi and me to manage ourselves on one. Then he stepped out of his room, to go to the loo. Now opposite to Makarand’s room was this Gujju dude, who sat till late with his friends, playing carrom. So he sees Maku coming out at past 2 am, smirks and says, “Kya Buddhe, neend nahi aa rahi? Buddhape mein neend kam hi aati hai” (What old guy, not sleepy? In old age, one seldom feels sleepy). This pissed off Maku all the more, for Maku was very punctual in going to sleep early and he really slept well. Well, Maku just ignored us for the rest of the night. And I shamelessly kept giggling on the other bed.

Makarand was not angry anymore the next day. He was totally normal. I apologized of course. But I really didn’t improve after that. (Notice the shamelessness in admitting this as well).

Laughed a lot that time. And the Gujju guy still calls Maku an “old guy”.

Evil Yatin is back again with another evil prank story to tell (Muhahahahaha). Well, this prank is a meticulously planned act of brilliance. And it has Arun in it again! (From the “longest crap ever” episode)

This goes back to 2001 when I was in the 8^th grade. The Unit tests were going on, two tests a day. 9 am to 10 am and 11am to 12pm. So it was the last day of the unit tests, both being Maths papers (Algebra & Geometry). I woke up that morning, with the whole plan in mind. I told my mother that I’d need her to give me 2 boiled eggs for my recess. Mom gave me this skeptical look for I hardly ever ate boiled eggs. Nevertheless I got my tiffin with 2 boiled eggs in it, and I rode my bicycle to school grinning all the way.

Before the 1^st paper, the 4 of us, Nandan, Punit, Arun and I, were discussing various possible questions, just like everyone else was. For new readers, Arun is the short, thin and ugly kid, who holds the record for the longest crap ever! (Check my previous posts for more details). The 3 of them were in one class for the exam and I was in another, fitting perfectly for my plan.

I finished the 1^st paper well in advance, for Maths was always a strong subject, and hurriedly gave off my paper to the supervisor and came out of the class. All the school bags were kept outside the class. I found mine. And Arun’s too. He was still inside the classroom, answering the paper. I got one boiled egg out of the tiffin and opened his bag and placed the soft, smelly boiled egg in one corner of the main compartment. Having closed the bag properly, I was out of sight. And when the clock struck 10 am, I was back to the scene of the crime. And what do I see?

Arun is standing in the middle of his class, with his bag turned upside down, thumping it up and down frantically, grabbing everyone’s attention and everyone gaping at him and laughing.

“Which filthy pig did this disgusting act of putting an egg in my bag, that too boiled? My bag stinks.”

It was brilliant. Simply brilliant. He finally managed to use a stick and scrape of the remains of the egg out of his bag. By the time he was done, the entire room was stinking. But everyone had a good laugh. Some were still laughing and calling their friends from other classes to come see it.

So finally everything cooled down as it was nearly 11am now and the 2^nd exam had to begin. So we proceeded to our own classes. The 2^nd Maths paper was even simpler, as I finished it and hurriedly submitted my paper and rushed out of the class. And there, innocent as earlier, lying on the floor was Arun’s bag again. And then it was déjà vu all over again.

I got the 2^nd egg out of my bag, opened his bag, and placed the soft smelly egg into a corner of the main compartment of his bag. In fact, in the very same place. And slyly moved away from the scene of the crime. Then I stood on the playground till the exam got over, and the others came out of their classes. Two minutes past the 12 o’clock bell and Punit shouts from the 1^st floor window looking down at me. “Come up, you have to see this!” Well of course I have to, why grow a plant if you can’t get the fruits?

I rushed up to 1^st floor, to see our hero Arun in a rainbow of expressions. He was swearing every dirty word in the book, sweating, thumping the bag up and down again, occasionally laughing and swearing at Nandan as he laughed, and desperately trying to get the egg out of his bag. Apparently it was stuck there this time. I guess the 1^st egg created a sticky bed for the 2^nd one. Ah, Mother Nature’s tricks!

After a heavy 15 minutes or so, the egg was finally out, and so were its remains. I was near to death with laughter, arms around my stomach. Others were rolling on the floor. Wish we took cameras to school. It was such a unique sight.

Well, no he didn’t find out who put them there. And yes he did bring a new bag to school after the exams. As for me, I did develop a liking for boiled eggs. They sure are a whole lot of fun!

Well this post will go into the pranks category, but as you will realize, it’s not at all a prank. In fact, I don’t even play an evil role in this. But it is simply the time I laughed the most in my life till date and I felt I ought to make a permanent diary entry of it.

Well, this dates back to 2001, during my 8th grade. We had to take up an additional 3rd language which was Sanskrit for me and many of my friends. The lecture was held in a different class, as ours was used for French class. So when it was Sanskrit time, the few of us would head to this class on the ground floor. And as I remember, on Thursdays, we had the Sanskrit lecture just after recess. I would spend my recess with Nandan, Punit and Arun. So enter our hero, Arun, short, thin, quite ugly and teeth out in front. But that particular Thursday, it was just the 3 of us. Arun seemed to be out of sight. “Hey Nandan, where has he gone?” I asked. “He said he had some work at the office” said Nandan casually.

Well, break was over and we moved to the Sanskrit class with our books ready to face the interesting teacher Mrs. Mhamaikamat. Now the teacher was really sweet at times and like a motherly figure, but that wasn’t quite often. Most of the times she’d make one of us feel like we ought to be dead. Well, its 15 minutes into the lecture and Arun is nowhere to be seen. Owing to roll number wise seating, he sat beside me, and I found my seat empty.

Twenty minutes past end of recess, and there’s a knock on the door. Mhamaikamat is interrupted and opens the door with an expression of disgust. And there he is, sweating like a marathon runner, our own Arun.
Mhamaikamat: “Arun! (with a lot of exclamation), where have you been?
Arun: “I’m sorry ma’am; I had a little stomach ache.

:O
He was in the loo. He had actually crapped for 35 minutes!

The whole class burst out laughing. I know its sad and all that, but trust me, you witness this and there’s no way you’ll control your laughter.
Now Mhamaikamath was all happy for the focus of lunacy had shifted to Arun. A couple of days back, she was shouting at 2 students, when her false dentures came loose and popped out and fell to the floor! The students, the passerbys and she herself was so stunned, that she just picked it up, and popped them back into her mouth! This latest wacky news had been going around for quite some time. Now she knew Arun would be the new headlines. She had a sly smile on her face throughout.

So there was Arun, sitting beside me, with a sad face, partially swearing at me, as I dropped my pencil to the floor, to bend down and laugh to my heart’s content. A little more than 10 minutes later, Arun wanted to go to the loo again! And made me request her to allow him. As I stood up to interrupt the teacher, she beams, “What Yatin! You also want to go now?” “Umm, no ma’am. Arun wants to go again.”

Man, what a distracted class that was. Everyone bursting into laughs again. Well, obviously she gave the permission, as Arun raced to the loo and never came back. It seems he called for his mother, who picked him up and took him home after he was done again. Talk about explosive diarrhea!

Well, this did spread wide and far.
By Mhamaikamath who spread this to finally cover up her “teeth-popping” incident.
By Sanskrit student who told others how happening our class was.
By me of course, it’s the small little happenings that make life so full of fun.
Well Arun, they said right. Shit Happens!

Well, I’m back to blogging after a long break. Joblessness in college has led me to this. So after poems and phd on love, I write about pranks. It’s the season to relive old pranks, and may even serve as ideas for amateur pranksters.

Now pranks go a long way for me. School days were the best days of life, and the hazaar times we laughed just make them the best till date. So here’s the 1^st one…

This happened in 2002, when I was in the 9^th std. The school celebrated Hindi day (no clue when that is) and enthusiasts participated with skits, dances, songs, and gay story telling. So couple of us friends also put up a small skit. It mainly revolved around a teacher and his class of students. The students were obviously naughty and Kaustubh and I being the naughtiest. So the setting when the curtains rose was such that the teacher, Azad, standing towards the left of the stage half turned to the audience and chairs were aligned in a semicircular order. And one by one we were to come and sit. And so we entered, me being the second last to do so, and Kaustubh came in last. When he entered the stage he proceeds to the center of the stage showering the crowd, mostly filled with 5^th to 7^th graders, with flying kisses! And then he comes to sit on the cello chair kept for him, when I pull the chair off just when he’s about to sit.

Now 3 things here. 1^st: This was not at all a part of the script. Azad waits for us to sit, and starts with the 1^st line. But I don’t why, I just couldn’t resist it. 2^nd: Kaustubh was really fat back then. 3^rd: This is a very common trick…chair removed… blah blah… not done… read on.

So there he is, on the floor, totally stunned by what happened. Looks at the audience, they’re madly laughing, “wow, it was natural man!” tells me a junior later. Of course it was natural! He had no clue he’s gonna fall like that. So then he gets up, laughs with the audience, gives me a cold look, smiles at everyone and goes to sit again. Now I show my hands up in the air, and he’s looking at them all right, and just when he’s about to sit, I kick the chair off! Boom! Kaustubh creates a thud on the floor again. Audience loves it. Kaustubh is stunned, but smiling at the audience. Azad looks at me-“Yatin! WTF!” I look towards the rest. Pranav and Punit are laughing madly as well. Pranav whispers, “What are u doing dude!”. Kaustubh can’t even get angry. All eyes are on him. So he lets it go. Gets up, dusts himself, laughs with the audience, sprays a couple more kisses to them, and then holds his chair firmly and lowers himself to sit. Now what happens is brilliant! This kid from the 5^th grade, who comes to school with Kaustubh in a rickshaw is all exited, coz he knows the star of the show, Kaustubh, and screams from the audience, “Kaustubh Dada!”, and Kaustubh turns to look at him, and raises his hand to say hi and is about to sit, when I pulled it again!

Yup, it sounds like a Charlie Chaplin act but it really isn’t one. Its reality at its best. Kaustubh falls again. Audience is in splits. I’ve lost it. Kaustubh is stunned. Gets up. Pulls me by my collar and shouts in Konkani, “I’ll bash you up now, you moron”. And then lets go of it. Turns to the audience, laughs again and finally pulls his chair safely away from me and grabbing it tightly, rests his ass on it. Kaustubh has finally sat J

Sure the play took place, whose 1^st line incidentally was in Konkani! The play was good too, lotsa laughs, but if u ask me, hardly as many as the start!

Whatever you shall reap, so you shall sow they say. True I guess. The next in the lab, this sir who used to speak in a weird accent was explaining the procedure of an experiment. I couldn’t help thinking of the previous day and burst out laughing. The dufus thought that I’m laughing at him and whacked me on the arm and told me to go out if I wasn’t serious!

As far as Kaustubh and I, well sure he was angry, but not for more than that day. And we went a long way together. Colleagues, classmates, friends, best friends and then we even started a web solutions company last year! (more on that sometime else).

That time was a cracker and I learnt what they mean by the pleasure of a hat-Trick in cricket!