Chal Yamraj ki class lagae…….Ode to all the Prank makers

Thank you for making me recall those days......the familiar SMS ring brought that million dollar smile on my face. Yup that was Vibha, college friend, closest affinity with whom I had shared the most interesting part of my life.
We were six of us, the brats in the English Department who not only enjoyed discussing shakeaspeare but did not refrain from discussing how sexy Sushmita Sen looks in a sari (and in a very vocal form). College was an adda and we were total maverick to the core. Those were the carefree days and absolutely devoid of any calamities....well we created calamities....
Bunty, Manisha, saji, Khan,vibha,Rubina, me and of course Dave sir...
We all met in the first year of the college. All from different schools and different backgrounds, but shared one thing in common, our love for pranks. Our pranks started from our junior college itself and lasted till the last year of Post graduation. Saji I must mention was the naughtiest ( guess he won’t change !!), Rubina the straight Spade one, me the Loudmouth , Vibha the warrior and Manisha the quite submissive one.
Right from eating crunchy samosas to bunking internal exams, we did it all. Our exam paper were well appreciated but got equally rebuked for the mistakes that we committed.
" abe vaat lag gayi, Dave sir Zinda nahi chodenge" was a standard statement from my side after the paper and everybody would burst out laughing. It was my usual.
Hey guys do you remember the ganne ka juice wala just opposite our class room and how muzammil was unable to concentrate till the chap started his machine hahahhahahahah.
Summer breeze have always revived the memories of those sweat filled yet twinkling days. Bitching, criticizing, laughing for hours and sipping tea at Laxmi vada pav centre.... who needed Arjun Rampal then. We were too busy eyeing the BBA guys next door.
"Sam dekh tera amrood wala ....oye popat.. kitna khaegi""
abe baarish ho rahi hai, chal mandaliye sir ki bunk maarte hai"
" abe dikha na itna kya likha "
" saji , paper vapas kar, abe final exam hai..lag jaegi"
Oye tune kya kya padha , bata na ….”
Abe Khan sir ki class hai , chal nahi toh aapni class lag jaegi…..
“Sameena, look at you. Your mother was such a fine student….yes that was Joshi sir forever trying to curb my naughty laugh by comparing me to mom who did her MA in the same department..hahahaha
Abe Mishra sir ki class hai , peehce jao…. Yes Prof Mishra whose rather long twisting and aesthetically done spit always landed on the first bencher .For us it was pure entertainment. We preferred studying Aurobind’s Savitri on our own ….and then Dave sir, our friend and friendly prof who made life so much easy for us . “ tum log sudhar jao …..” heheheh his line really brightened our day.
Yes, it was truly Purani jeans aur Guitar, mohalle ki chat aur mere yaar.. woh raaton ko jaagna …….
As I write this I know how many chapters I am unfolding from beneath the hidden, dust clad book of our lives. I still go to Vallabh Vidya Nagar and make sure that I stop for few seconds to relive those moments of happiness. Everything has changed. But one thing that did not change was the summer breeze that still flows. Somethings should stay as they are....like tihey say even if you meet your friends in hell, it should be like" chal yaar, bahut din ho gaye, yamraj ki class lagae..."