Alert!

Thanks for guessing it wrong!

This is a murder mystery and for those who want to know the murderer straight away, read the very last line.

This post has got nothing to do with the happenings around me presently. This post is yet again dedicated to my friends and of course me. If you don’t know me well enough, I hereby provide you with an auspicious opportunity to know how dangerous my friendship could be for you.

Yeah! You better be careful. Mind you, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a warning!

I would like to highlight a few incidents in which the main protagonist was obviously me and my friends were on the receiving end.

1) It was a summer night at Kharagpur and since it was vacation time there were only few (6 for those who like figures) of us and four out of six were busy partying at their respective departments. I was supposed to have dinner with my sixth friend (let’s call him Sas for reference) who went to one of the restaurants in our campus to meet his girlfriend who had arrived on that very night for some summer course in our college. Sas called me at the dinner time and asked me to wait at GolC (Golchakkar for the non-kgpians) and added further that it would take him some time to reach that place because he was with his girlfriend and a friend and he had just one bicycle and thus walking was the only option. Alert! Here comes Anurag! Without any wrong intention I suggested him that I would come down to the place where they were at that time and I could give a lift to the other friend and Sas to his girlfriend. There was a silence for few seconds and after it broke the reply was in negative. I insisted but it was all in vain. So, I had no other choice but to wait for them at the GolC. Few video games later, I spotted them approaching towards me and the moment my eyes saw them I realized the reason for the reply. Girlfriend’s friend was her girlfriend (Oh! Don’t take it that way, you dirty mind!)!

2) Let us now talk about the spring time of the same year. This time it was one of my department mates (you can call him Tait) on the receiving end. SN Hall (Girl’s hostel) Day was in a two or three days from that day and my dear friend was really excited about that (and so were most of the boys) because it is this day only when boys are allowed to go to girls’ room. In a break between two periods, we two and some others were sipping Shiva ki chai. While we were talking some crap a girl from our department came near us and asked what we were talking about. Alert! Here comes Anurag! I said to her, “Tait is complaining that no girl has invited him to your Hall Day”. She blushed and left. It couldn’t have gone worse. She didn’t invite him even after what I said to her. Because of this incident Tait didn’t go to the Hall Day he was so excited about.

3) Now, this incident is my favorite because on the receiving end were almost all my friends including me. Coincidently, this event took place one day before Hall Day only but this time it was ours (NH Day) Hall Day and a year after the above-mentioned incidents. We somehow discovered that my neighbor (let’s call him Kim) was not wearing his undergarment and we demanded him to drop his trouser. Of course he didn’t. How unsporting! We warned him twice and more but he was adamant. It was time for some action. Alert! Here comes Anurag! I wrote in front of his room, on the wall, “Kim loves Patricia”. It was the turn of my other neighbor. I wrote in front of his (Tank would be a good name for him) room, “Tank loves Ana”. Well, no credit for guessing what happened next. They did the same thing with me but I don’t remember the girl’s name they associated me with. After a few minutes, in front of everyone’s room in our wing was written “He loves Her” and I wrote even for those also who were not even committed but I somehow managed to find a girl for everyone. Our wing when viewed from the far end looked like a joint marriage certificate with blood red color splashed all over. Guess what happened the very next day, the Hall Day on which girls were expected to come to our rooms, Ana didn’t come for whom Kim had decorated his room (of course he told her not to come). But, late at that night we somehow erased the writings and then only did she come. For those who don’t know Tank and Ana were good friends at that time and they are committed to each other now.

I want to detail more such incidents but I think it’s getting quite long, so may be in future posts. Allow me to stop here. You are free to be my friend and believe me I am not that bad.

…and yes for the murder mystery, I am the killer!

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