Re: Climbing Mount Everest

[Guest guest]

Wah Wah Kishore Sir....

Badhiya

Ameet 1993

[Guest guest]

Now,that was one nice story out from ur diary,Kishoreda.

Strange things,can a beauty make a(man) do...

But Kishoreda,did Farzana and Kaney marry??.

Suspence is killing me...

U ended the story like an ART FILM,Kishoreda..

Leaving the ending to the audience,.... to guess,guess and guess

Shyam(84)

Climbing Mount Everest

Some time or the other, someone said to somebody, " Because its there! "

I vaguely remember that this was in response to the question, which was

something like, " And why would any sane person want to do something so

totally insane and idiotic like climbing the Mount Everest? "

No one in my batch climbed the Mount Everest. However, there was one person

who did something which was as irrational. It went thus.

We were in our final year. That is the time when students are at their

carefree best. They have realized that all those intimidating large tomes of

knowledge are all bombast and no substance. They can all be condensed into

120 page thin booklets by experienced teachers. Any idiot with a brain of

anything above 50 grams can easily cruise through the final exam on 50 %

marks with these experienced teachers backing him.

It is also the time when all the lucky guys who were fated to meet their

dream woman in college, have already done so in their second year. The

remaining are resigned to the ignominious fate of a matrimonial ad and an

arranged marriage within the confines of his or her community.

Thus, the time is ripe for all these straitjacketed prisoners to break their

shackles and express their individuality by doing something incredibly

stupid, like climbing the Mount Everest, or as in this case, something even

more difficult. My friend, Kaney, was in just the correct frame of mind to

jump of this steep cliff of irrationality.

The opportunity came in the form of a new lecturer in Surgery called

Ramamoorthy. This young guy was of a diminutive frame with a round face. He

had an innocuous and soft voice. In fact there was nothing remarkable about

him except for one particular aspect. He had the most perfect baldhead ever.

Hercule Poirot would have clasped him to his bosom and remarked, " My man! "

Besides being flawlessly round it was also incredibly shinny. In fact, one

could easily face this living mirror and comb one's hair. We shall call him

Ramu, for short. Now this Ramu had a peculiar habit. He would take all our

clinics sitting on a stool, whilst we stood reverently around him in a small

circle. Thus when he pensively bent his head over a sticky point in the

clinic, we would all be dazzled by his beautiful moon!

Unbeknownst to Ramu, his striking feature was attracting daredevils like

ants to honey. As the poor fellow used to bend down to frame words for

explaining the Trendelenberg test, all the young boys and girls would watch

fascinated at their distorted faces reflected in this natural convex mirror.

A casual remark by one girl of our batch unwittingly sealed the fate of poor

Ramu. Farzana, the batch beauty, was sipping chai in the canteen, when she

remarked that the takla of Ramu was so cuddly that she would just love to

caress the alabaster smooth surface. Amidst peals of laughter, everyone

agreed that it would indeed be a fundoo experience, however, everyone also

agreed that it was in the realm of impossibility. At that moment, my friend

Kaney, who was secretly fida on Farzana, cleared his throat and said, " Its

no big deal! I can easily caress his takla. "

Kaney, of course, said this only to impress Farzana, however, Ramesh was

quick to corner him. He said, " Hah! Its very easy to say that, but I think,

except for Ramu's wife, no one will be able to caress that chand! "

Kaney, eyeing Farzana from the corner of his eye, pulled himself up and said

the fatal words, " Challenge lagata kya? "

Now Ramesh was also caught up in the heat of the battle. He said, " Chal

Challenge! If you move your hand over his moon, I shall treat all of you to

a Vada and Chai treat. "

For our meager student budget, this was a munificent offer. Kaney

immediately accepted the challenge, " Fixed. Tomorrow I shall move my hand

over his bald pate. Keep your treat ready. "

Ramesh now started having doubts, so he clarified, " You must touch his

takla, and you must move your hand not once but three times! "

This was a bit unfair. It was like asking for dowry after the marriage was

fixed, but Kaney rose gamely to the challenge, " Arre! Don't worry! I shall

rub his takla three times. Okay? "

Seeing the challenge solidifying, I immediately added my own safety factor,

" If Kaney cannot do it tomorrow then he will give all of us the same treat. "

That way, whichever way it went, we would always be guaranteed a treat. But

Ramesh would have none of this. He said, " No! If Kaney fails, he will show

me a movie and treat me to dinner. " Thus we all firmly were put in Kaney's

camp. Only if he succeeded would we have our treat.

That night I am sure no one slept. Everyone was lost in the 'what if'

scenario. When sleep came late to me, I dreamt of our whole batch running

after a poor frantic Ramu, who was shouting 'Bachao bachao'.

The next day dawned. I woke up to find Kaney already up and pacing in the

corridor. He had a worried look on his face. His yesterday's bravado was now

facing the harsh glare of today's reality. I taunted him, " Kya Kaney?

Thinking of backing down? "

" No! No! Just choosing between various plans. "

I was quite sure that there was not even a plan A, but the future of our

treat depended on his success. I wanted to ask him what even one plan was,

but nature was calling urgently, so I wished him a hurried Best of Luck, and

left him to his own devices.

That day at the clinic no one was paying attention to the patient. Everyone

was waiting impatiently for Ramu to make his appearance. The girls, as

usual, were giggling with anticipation. Kaney begged them to remain serious,

because any giggle would endanger his career, and possibly, his life. Ramesh

was smirking tauntingly. Kaney was trembling in trepidation.

There were no trumpets, but it seemed as if there were, when the hero of our

drama, Ramu, entered in all his shining glory. The poor unsuspecting guy

promptly pulled a stool and started in his usual fashion.

There for everyone to see was the temptingly smooth and shiny globe. Ramesh

nudged Kaney, who hurriedly wiped his sweating brow. Farzana giggled once

and then hurriedly stifled it. Ramu looked up at her suspiciously, but

continued his monologue.

The clock was ticking, and except for the sweat trickling down his face,

Kaney was showing no signs of movements. Our treat was slowly fading away.

Ramesh had started grinning broadly, now that he could smell victory.

Quite unaware of all this drama around him, Ramu had launched into a

particularly complicated explanation about some obscure maneuver, but on

that day, I am sure, no one understood what was being taught. Gradually the

time for closing was approaching, but there was no sign of Kaney unfreezing.

Ramu started his concluding remarks. Ramesh was now positively gloating.

Kaney quietly took a kerchief and wiped his sweat. We were all watching with

bated breath. Suddenly Kaney put his hand in his pocket and palmed

something, and then taking a deep breath he rapidly edged near Ramu, who was

obliviously counting the various points on his fingers.

For a few seconds the whole clinic stood still. All we could see was the

glorious tempting pate, which Kaney was stroking

rapidly.....once.....twice......thrice! Ramu was dumbstruck! He forgot what

he was teaching. For once, the girls were so shocked that they did not

giggle. Kaney was standing stock-still now. But the best expression was of

Ramesh, whose mandible had touched the sternum.

For a few seconds no one spoke. No one could. Everyone had assumed that it

was all bluster and Kaney would back out at the last moment. The first to

recover was Ramu Sir. He blustered, " What....! What...? "

Kaney promptly showed him what he had earlier palmed from his pocket. It was

a piece of dried dressing. " Sir, this was on your head. I wiped it off. "

Ramu looked at the dressing. He did not look too convinced, but after a

moment of contemplation he decided that it was not worth his while to

pursue. However, due to this sudden invasion on his head, he had lost the

link of what he was teaching. So after floundering for a couple of moments,

he announced that the clinic was over.

Later, in the canteen, we all congratulated Kaney. A crest fallen Ramesh

ordered a full treat for all of us. Farzana gave Kaney a smile, and he just

melted.

In the clinic the next day, there was only one small change. Ramu was taking

the clinic standing up!

Why do people climb Mount Everest?

Because it is there!

Kishore Shah 1974

(All the names in this true story have been changed, mainly because all of

the protagonists, or at least the main ones are part of our egroup. No

guesses please. Some parts have been suitably modified for dramatic effect.)

[Guest guest]

Dear Kishor,

Your story (?real life drama)was really good and I too became eager to know

the end like all those waiting for the treat.You very shrewdely kept an

innocuous title unlike Ramu ki chand per kisne haath phera (remeber Albert

Pinto ko gussa kyun aata hai ?).The end was a torture ,could you reveal the

real identity of Farzana ..........,at least whisper the first letter of her

name

Excellent job!

I dread to think of the day when you will decide to do a Musharraf on your

batchmates by writing a Kargil !

Happy writing

VK 1976

Climbing Mount Everest

> Some time or the other, someone said to somebody, " Because its there! "

>

> I vaguely remember that this was in response to the question, which was

> something like, " And why would any sane person want to do something so

> totally insane and idiotic like climbing the Mount Everest? "

>

> No one in my batch climbed the Mount Everest. However, there was one

> person

> who did something which was as irrational. It went thus.

>

> We were in our final year. That is the time when students are at their

> carefree best. They have realized that all those intimidating large tomes

> of

> knowledge are all bombast and no substance. They can all be condensed into

> 120 page thin booklets by experienced teachers. Any idiot with a brain of

> anything above 50 grams can easily cruise through the final exam on 50 %

> marks with these experienced teachers backing him.

>

> It is also the time when all the lucky guys who were fated to meet their

> dream woman in college, have already done so in their second year. The

> remaining are resigned to the ignominious fate of a matrimonial ad and an

> arranged marriage within the confines of his or her community.

>

> Thus, the time is ripe for all these straitjacketed prisoners to break

> their

> shackles and express their individuality by doing something incredibly

> stupid, like climbing the Mount Everest, or as in this case, something

> even

> more difficult. My friend, Kaney, was in just the correct frame of mind to

> jump of this steep cliff of irrationality.

>

> The opportunity came in the form of a new lecturer in Surgery called

> Ramamoorthy. This young guy was of a diminutive frame with a round face.

> He

> had an innocuous and soft voice. In fact there was nothing remarkable

> about

> him except for one particular aspect. He had the most perfect baldhead

> ever.

>

> Hercule Poirot would have clasped him to his bosom and remarked, " My man! "

> Besides being flawlessly round it was also incredibly shinny. In fact, one

> could easily face this living mirror and comb one's hair. We shall call

> him

> Ramu, for short. Now this Ramu had a peculiar habit. He would take all our

> clinics sitting on a stool, whilst we stood reverently around him in a

> small

> circle. Thus when he pensively bent his head over a sticky point in the

> clinic, we would all be dazzled by his beautiful moon!

>

> Unbeknownst to Ramu, his striking feature was attracting daredevils like

> ants to honey. As the poor fellow used to bend down to frame words for

> explaining the Trendelenberg test, all the young boys and girls would

> watch

> fascinated at their distorted faces reflected in this natural convex

> mirror.

>

> A casual remark by one girl of our batch unwittingly sealed the fate of

> poor

> Ramu. Farzana, the batch beauty, was sipping chai in the canteen, when she

> remarked that the takla of Ramu was so cuddly that she would just love to

> caress the alabaster smooth surface. Amidst peals of laughter, everyone

> agreed that it would indeed be a fundoo experience, however, everyone also

> agreed that it was in the realm of impossibility. At that moment, my

> friend

> Kaney, who was secretly fida on Farzana, cleared his throat and said, " Its

> no big deal! I can easily caress his takla. "

>

> Kaney, of course, said this only to impress Farzana, however, Ramesh was

> quick to corner him. He said, " Hah! Its very easy to say that, but I

> think,

> except for Ramu's wife, no one will be able to caress that chand! "

>

> Kaney, eyeing Farzana from the corner of his eye, pulled himself up and

> said

> the fatal words, " Challenge lagata kya? "

>

> Now Ramesh was also caught up in the heat of the battle. He said, " Chal

> Challenge! If you move your hand over his moon, I shall treat all of you

> to

> a Vada and Chai treat. "

>

> For our meager student budget, this was a munificent offer. Kaney

> immediately accepted the challenge, " Fixed. Tomorrow I shall move my hand

> over his bald pate. Keep your treat ready. "

>

> Ramesh now started having doubts, so he clarified, " You must touch his

> takla, and you must move your hand not once but three times! "

>

> This was a bit unfair. It was like asking for dowry after the marriage was

> fixed, but Kaney rose gamely to the challenge, " Arre! Don't worry! I shall

> rub his takla three times. Okay? "

>

> Seeing the challenge solidifying, I immediately added my own safety

> factor,

> " If Kaney cannot do it tomorrow then he will give all of us the same

> treat. "

> That way, whichever way it went, we would always be guaranteed a treat.

> But

> Ramesh would have none of this. He said, " No! If Kaney fails, he will show

> me a movie and treat me to dinner. " Thus we all firmly were put in Kaney's

> camp. Only if he succeeded would we have our treat.

>

> That night I am sure no one slept. Everyone was lost in the 'what if'

> scenario. When sleep came late to me, I dreamt of our whole batch running

> after a poor frantic Ramu, who was shouting 'Bachao bachao'.

>

> The next day dawned. I woke up to find Kaney already up and pacing in the

> corridor. He had a worried look on his face. His yesterday's bravado was

> now

> facing the harsh glare of today's reality. I taunted him, " Kya Kaney?

> Thinking of backing down? "

>

> " No! No! Just choosing between various plans. "

>

> I was quite sure that there was not even a plan A, but the future of our

> treat depended on his success. I wanted to ask him what even one plan was,

> but nature was calling urgently, so I wished him a hurried Best of Luck,

> and

> left him to his own devices.

>

> That day at the clinic no one was paying attention to the patient.

> Everyone

> was waiting impatiently for Ramu to make his appearance. The girls, as

> usual, were giggling with anticipation. Kaney begged them to remain

> serious,

> because any giggle would endanger his career, and possibly, his life.

> Ramesh

> was smirking tauntingly. Kaney was trembling in trepidation.

>

> There were no trumpets, but it seemed as if there were, when the hero of

> our

> drama, Ramu, entered in all his shining glory. The poor unsuspecting guy

> promptly pulled a stool and started in his usual fashion.

>

> There for everyone to see was the temptingly smooth and shiny globe.

> Ramesh

> nudged Kaney, who hurriedly wiped his sweating brow. Farzana giggled once

> and then hurriedly stifled it. Ramu looked up at her suspiciously, but

> continued his monologue.

>

> The clock was ticking, and except for the sweat trickling down his face,

> Kaney was showing no signs of movements. Our treat was slowly fading away.

> Ramesh had started grinning broadly, now that he could smell victory.

>

> Quite unaware of all this drama around him, Ramu had launched into a

> particularly complicated explanation about some obscure maneuver, but on

> that day, I am sure, no one understood what was being taught. Gradually

> the

> time for closing was approaching, but there was no sign of Kaney

> unfreezing.

>

> Ramu started his concluding remarks. Ramesh was now positively gloating.

> Kaney quietly took a kerchief and wiped his sweat. We were all watching

> with

> bated breath. Suddenly Kaney put his hand in his pocket and palmed

> something, and then taking a deep breath he rapidly edged near Ramu, who

> was

> obliviously counting the various points on his fingers.

>

> For a few seconds the whole clinic stood still. All we could see was the

> glorious tempting pate, which Kaney was stroking

> rapidly.....once.....twice......thrice! Ramu was dumbstruck! He forgot

> what

> he was teaching. For once, the girls were so shocked that they did not

> giggle. Kaney was standing stock-still now. But the best expression was of

> Ramesh, whose mandible had touched the sternum.

>

> For a few seconds no one spoke. No one could. Everyone had assumed that it

> was all bluster and Kaney would back out at the last moment. The first to

> recover was Ramu Sir. He blustered, " What....! What...? "

>

> Kaney promptly showed him what he had earlier palmed from his pocket. It

> was

> a piece of dried dressing. " Sir, this was on your head. I wiped it off. "

>

> Ramu looked at the dressing. He did not look too convinced, but after a

> moment of contemplation he decided that it was not worth his while to

> pursue. However, due to this sudden invasion on his head, he had lost the

> link of what he was teaching. So after floundering for a couple of

> moments,

> he announced that the clinic was over.

>

> Later, in the canteen, we all congratulated Kaney. A crest fallen Ramesh

> ordered a full treat for all of us. Farzana gave Kaney a smile, and he

> just

> melted.

>

> In the clinic the next day, there was only one small change. Ramu was

> taking

> the clinic standing up!

>

> Why do people climb Mount Everest?

> Because it is there!

>

> Kishore Shah 1974

>

> (All the names in this true story have been changed, mainly because all of

> the protagonists, or at least the main ones are part of our egroup. No

> guesses please. Some parts have been suitably modified for dramatic

> effect.)

>

>

>

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> Website: www.mgims.org

> ------------------------------

>

[Guest guest]

Much better than a Hindi movie Sir!

:-D

Ravin '82

[Guest guest]

Thanks Ameet, Ravin and Shyam (ARS)

and no! Kaney and Farzana could not surmount their religious differences.

Tough luck!

Kishore Shah 1974

[Guest guest]

Dear VK,

Everyone of the story is now happily married and settled separately, so I

think that we should let sleeping dogs (or is it bitches) lie. So no

whispers Shhhhh.

Kishore Shah 1974

PS: Musharraf's Kargil victory was just imagined. This chand pe sawari was

absolutely real.

Re: Climbing Mount Everest

> Dear Kishor,

> Your story (?real life drama)was really good and I too became eager to

> know

> the end like all those waiting for the treat.You very shrewdely kept an

> innocuous title unlike Ramu ki chand per kisne haath phera (remeber Albert

> Pinto ko gussa kyun aata hai ?).The end was a torture ,could you reveal

> the

> real identity of Farzana ..........,at least whisper the first letter of

> her

> name

> Excellent job!

> I dread to think of the day when you will decide to do a Musharraf on

> your

> batchmates by writing a Kargil !

> Happy writing

> VK 1976

[Guest guest]

Thanks Malini,

However, you need to take MGIMS mails (and males) off the Spam list of your

emails.

Kishore Shah 1974

RE: *** SPAM *** Climbing Mount Everest

> excellent as usual.....

> Malini

[Guest guest]

Dear All,

As I was the only person to know this " Kissa Ramuka "

on this site. So I guess Kishore must be eager to know my reaction. But as

at Chalisgaon we receive tap water every 4th day , In the same manner many a

times we get internet connection also every 4th day?!!

Kishore has made the kissa more interesting and thrilling in his usual way.

And we had a long discussion about many kissas of our days. We had come

together for a dinner because of conference.Pradeep. Mukta, Sarala and we

two were together for Dinner. And we discussed similar many kisse and

relived the past.Were we really too naughty? Or other batch people do not

come out with their Kisse ?

Aajke liye itnahi kafee hai ........ " Woh kisse phir kabheee...!!!! " (As

Shammi Kapoor in Manoranjan)

Mukund(1974)

[Guest guest]

Yes, Mukund,

It would be lovely if the other batch members also share their dare devilry

here on this site.

Kishore Shah 1974

Re: Climbing Mount Everest

> Dear All,

>

> As I was the only person to know this " Kissa Ramuka "

> on this site. So I guess Kishore must be eager to know my reaction. But

> as

> at Chalisgaon we receive tap water every 4th day , In the same manner many

> a

> times we get internet connection also every 4th day?!!

> Kishore has made the kissa more interesting and thrilling in his usual

> way.

> And we had a long discussion about many kissas of our days. We had come

> together for a dinner because of conference.Pradeep. Mukta, Sarala and we

> two were together for Dinner. And we discussed similar many kisse and

> relived the past.Were we really too naughty? Or other batch people do not

> come out with their Kisse ?

>

> Aajke liye itnahi kafee hai ........ " Woh kisse phir kabheee...!!!! " (As

> Shammi Kapoor in Manoranjan)

>

> Mukund(1974)

>

>

>