First of all, before starting, I take this opportunity to thank the people in the Sh'eeeee't for making a person who hate blogs write his own blog. Not out of interest but because he ran out of ways to vent his FEELINGS out. Ok then.
The year in subject started on 18th June 2010 when I received 'the CALL' from a mysterious number informing that I should be joining the Sh'eeee't on 24th. The immediate question I was asked by the lady was "R u still interested in joining the Sh'eeee't?". I was an idiot not to realize the golden suggestion hidden in that question.
With the little time available to report, I had to spend more than 15 grands to 'Join the Sheeet on time'. OK, here I come to the city of lakes and to the a** palace on the morning of the D-DAY. A person at the reception greeted me and started noting my details in the register. "Sir, the ground floor is full with TABAQUIs who have already reported a day ago and you are the last one to report. I'll give you a room on the 1st floor along with Mr. Indian Tabaqui". "Fine" I said "F**k, I am late again. Continuing the trend from IMT" I thought with some kind of pride inside me. I reached my room and rang the door bell eagerly waiting to see my partner. A person resembling Einstein opened the door. "Hi, I am Indian Tabaqui" he said. "I am Frustu Tabaqui" I replied and smiled.
"We have to leave in 15 minutes, the cab is waiting outside" Indian Tabaqui said. "Oh god" I said and rushed into the washroom to 'fresh up'. 5 minutes later someone started banging the door and screaming to open the door. Surprised, worried and frustrated, I opened the door to see a dude saying "Hi, I am Mota Tabaqui". "F**k you ass, is this the time and place for introduction?" I thought of shouting at him before he continued "I need to use the washroom, its URGENT". "wait a minute" I said and slammed the door on his face.
"We have to leave in 15 minutes, the cab is waiting outside" Indian Tabaqui said. "Oh god" I said and rushed into the washroom to 'fresh up'. 5 minutes later someone started banging the door and screaming to open the door. Surprised, worried and frustrated, I opened the door to see a dude saying "Hi, I am Mota Tabaqui". "F**k you ass, is this the time and place for introduction?" I thought of shouting at him before he continued "I need to use the washroom, its URGENT". "wait a minute" I said and slammed the door on his face.
We all got ready and I am busy polishing my shoe (I did this earlier only for the interviews) when a person came to the room saying "saheb log, sab neeche chale gaye aap log late hogaya". Uff, the trend continues.
We are the only three who are late for the health checkup at some hospital(I don't remember the name) in the city of lakes. When I entered the hospital and reached the place where other Tabaquis were waiting for their pee to get tested, I noticed a cute little girl saying something to the guy next to her with a finger pointing me. I ignored them and went on to get my pee tested. Next was the ERP test errr ECG test. The doctor asked me to remove my shirt and lay on the bed (I doubted if he is a gay). He has put some gel on my chest at random locations, fixed some wires and started some trials on the machine. Suddenly I felt as if I am being treated for a life threatening disease with just the oxygen mask missing on my face. The tests are done and all the Tabaquis are waiting for the results. I saw few nervous faces and thought "These guys must be having HIV" and immediately got lost in thoughts imagining how these people would look after a few days with HIV.
"Hello, I am Soorma Tabaqui and you must be Frustu Tabaqui" I heard a voice in my left ear. I turned to meet a person who seemed like an early man coming directly out of his cave. "Yes I am Frustu Tabaqui and how do you know my name" I asked with a puzzled expression on my face. "I saw your name in the form" he said. After a pause for a minute or so "Which college?" I asked. "XIM" he said. Then the discussion went on the topics ranging from MBA to placements to terrorist attacks to Indian missile tests.
Meanwhile, the health check results are out and everyone started asking each other "Which disease you have?" "What is your blood group?" "What is your Hemoglobin percentage?" "What is the composition of your Pee?" ufffff. None of the Tabaquis have any major ailments and we all have successfully passed the health checkup. Then we proceeded to finish our joining formalities to formally enter the 'SHIT'.
Meanwhile, the health check results are out and everyone started asking each other "Which disease you have?" "What is your blood group?" "What is your Hemoglobin percentage?" "What is the composition of your Pee?" ufffff. None of the Tabaquis have any major ailments and we all have successfully passed the health checkup. Then we proceeded to finish our joining formalities to formally enter the 'SHIT'.
To be continued.......
