Warning: Before you start reading this , let me warn you strictly that if at all you are waiting to find some ‘Savita Bhabi ‘ stuff here , I would suggest you to calm down your libido a bit.
It revolves around a trip to Goa. Those serene beaches, that ‘let yourself free‘ thing that you feel, those cheap beers. Those of you who have been to Goa would get what I actually mean to say. Its a paradise on earth.It is also a place where a frustrated engineering student(NIT/IIT mostly) loses his virginity. Atleast he gives a serious attempt to lose. This story can be dated back to my final year times in the year 2010. Every group in my batch were planning a Goa trip. To cherish the last few moments, together building memories to cherish later in their lives. Things got planned out and the trip was successful. All of ‘them’ had fun. There was a friend of mine called sandy who borrowed my Nike college Bag for the trip.
So holidays got over and college started again. Along with it came the assignments and practical journal submission. “Oh brother! why are holidays so short? What we plan to do in holidays never gets executed. You plan to relax all day long, devote your time to finish all the assignments, prepare well in advance for the sessionals so that you score some decent marks (LOL!) and improve your already poor CGPA, go to the college field for some exercise and sleep well on time so that your body gets all the rest it lacked all this while. Nothing of those sort happen. Forget studying, my books got a layer of dust.. hey! I never had any books in my 4 years of Engineering. What I meant is I never did any of my assignments. Instead had to copy the whole stuff from the circulating Xerox of some nerd who ACTUALLY did what I planned to do during my holidays. Never got any of the sleep I dreamt of, instead was busy getting drunk, partying and all that goes along with it.
Its 9.12 AM. I am getting late for Lakshmi Ma’am’s (name changed) class and I had to submit that stupid assignment to her. Those oI hurriedly grabbed all my assignments from the table and searched for my bag to put it in. Oh crap! Sandy didn’t return my bag. I hurriedly went down to his room to collect it . Sandy: “ Abbé! Its .. umm.. a bit dirty okay! there must be a bit of sand and some other stuff in it…… .” Me: ” Its okay! I just need to carry these assignments to class. Don’t worry! I would return your stuff back later” and hurriedly stuffed all the bunch of papers.
Lakshmi Ma’am’s Class (9.25 am IST):
Shit! I am the only one who is late.
Me: May I come in Ma’am!
Everyone looked at me expecting some sort of interesting thing to happen now. Anyway how does it matter all these bastards needed some diversion from the boring class.There is this thing about VNIT Mechanical department. Most of us were fools and were good ‘bakchods’ during a class and since there were hardly any girls in our batch and none to impress like those EEE, CSE or ECE departments , well! we hardly cared.Among those, I along with some few were the best entertainers. Last bencher and bottom lister that we were.
Ma’am: Welcome Ankan! You are late as expected of you. I hope you have done your assignment.
Me (with some confidence) : ”Of course ma’am! I am always on time for my assignment.”
and started searching my bag for it. I had every assignment except for this one. I zipped and unzipped all the chains of my bag to see if its there. Everything was going on in front of the whole class and the prof. on the other side with a smirk on her face. My last effort to find out. I overturned my bag so that everything falls on the floor. and THERE!! … I found a strip of 3 condoms falls down. Everyone in the class now wide awake and pretty sure there will not be much of a class now. The condoms existence did surprise me and the rest of the class.
Back then I never had a chance to use one. Since it was a female prof. who I was standing in front of me, things got way bit weird. I tried to act calm and collected all my belongings. Bastard Sandy! How many man ! How many does a man require. Lucky chap!Luckily for me, the prof. did not make any issue out of it. But it was quite of an embarrassment for me and more depressing as I wasn’t the one to go to Goa and get hooked up in some stupid bar.
I agree that this rubber plays a vital role in some of the guys in college.
Everyone would agree that there is that guy/guys in their batch who seems to get lucky in terms of getting laid. Maybe in reality, he may not get some action that frequently, but its college and all of us are bastards. A bit of exaggeration and with some help of rumour-mongers the whole thing blows out of proportion. “You know that lucky bastard gets action every Saturday! I wish I could have been him.” There was one like that in our batch too. I will not use his name but I guess most of my college seniors batch-mates and juniors would know the name of the legend.The legend is a great player of the game. Rumour says it that the legend has a score of more than a century.
Well, It was the legend’s birthday and all of us gathered to kick his butt for good. All his pockets were emptied.. key-chain, mobile, wallet… As sneaky as we were, some of us decided to check his wallet. Imagine our joy when we found the silvery packet that none of us ever gets to use in our whole life pre marriage. So the legend was questioned of its existence.
“You know life is very uncertain. You do not know what will happen to you the next minute. I am always prepared to face anything out of the ordinary. What if we get lucky? ( Me: Yea rright!!”) So I always carry a condom in my purse, and one in my car’s dash-board.”
So Kids! (HIMYM style) Always carry a good quality rubber with you! Prevent population and AIDS.