the terrible trio(part 3)

so here it is, the pre penultimate part in this series of posts (hopefully!!)..truth is I cannot stick to a topic..once I start writing I quickly lose direction of where I am going. However, this is not necessarily a bad thing since travelers often find new and interesting paths when they are well and truly lost.
Entrance coaching went on in the previously described fashion which is only funny in hind sight. After each class I felt more and more like some soldier in a damn trench somewhere, with each passing second my ammo went lower and lower, my comrades fell around me (yea...this didnt happen..except for that one kid who fell down the stairs while contemplating the answer to a particularly tough question...wonder what happened to him....M.Knight Shyamalan...heres a nice idea for a new movie dude...you can call it..."THE KID WHO FELL DOWN THE STAIRS WHILE THINKING ABOUT A PROBLEM"....well as far as titles go that one is not particularly great but then again who the hell cares..!!). My friendship with simon went on and became something which would weather the tests of time. The other guy Arvind though a good friend of mine initially went on and did something which though not terribly wrong, was a backstab none the less, and things were never the same between us. Thinkin back, it was all so damn childish, I had a crush on this one girl from school, and so did he though I did not know this. I went and asked him for advice on how to get something goin with her, since I considered him to be inifinitely more knowledgeable in these areas. He adviced me to do a number of things which I did (nothing evil, dont jump to conclusions...) and these steps did nothing but make the girl convinced that I was a dangerous person (a stalker even...LOL....Me!!a stalker!!). One day I came to know that in a discussion between Simon and Arvind, Arvind had told Simon "and Nikhil Varma still thinks I'm helping him".
I really hope that at least a few of you out there realize the venom in these words. Though he might not have meant there to be so much venom in them. Who knows? The girl however turned out to be a first rate tramp (No, this is not a case of the unreachable grapes being sour...Arvind will confirm this for you..). I do not hold any anger towards him, and still actually think that he is a real cool person. However, after this whole series of incidents..somehow...we never managed to get back to where we were.
Simon was always the neutral zen kinda guy. The sort of person who has a flaming meteor crash land next to him and he goes "oh darn..!! now my clothes are all sooty..". As to how many peopled have had meteors crash land next to them, I do not know. I did read in the paper about this german kid who had a meteorite crash right into his hand. The small piece of flaming rock hit him on the hand, twirled him about, and threw him onto the road and it crashed right into the ground still powerful enough to dig deep down and leave a damn near crater. The kid survived and is not injured too bad as far as I know. Now thats luck is it not?
Another thing that happened when I was going to entrance classes. During a period of time I was so sick and tired of the things happening that I decided to skip classes for a few days. Now, our sir had this brilliant policy of asking for leave letters from people who took a day off. He was extremely particular when it came to this. Sometimes I think that he knew that some of us were likely to just bail out and he didnt want the parents to be oblivious to this. So I had not told my mom about me not going to classes for a few days. I took the bus to the city where the classes were held, and then I would get down walk to the homeward bus stop, board a bus and come right back home. I always had a nice excuse for my mom and even went so far as to say that the sir had some medical problem (im not proud of this). Everytime he asked me for the leave letter I would say, "Sir, tomorrow". Finally we had a test coming up and on the day of the test, sir told me that he would not let me take it unless I brought him the letters. The game was up!! I had been caught.
I went home shame faced and told my mom the whole thing. She was fine with it and did not lose her temper. yeah right!! dude, mount frikkin Vesuvius would have cowered in fear had it been able to hear my mom yelling that day. i was more ashamed than afraid. So I told her "mom, just give me the letter, I wont repeat this". but, no, god had other plans for me.
Mom:Tell you what, Nikhil(names have been changed to protect the readers from horror!!). I am coming to the class with you. I want to meet the sir and talk about what is wrong with you.
Me: maa, please dont...I said im sorry.
Mom: too garbled, at this point she was sounding like something between an extremely pissed wolverine (no, not the X men character, im talking about the animal) and a banshee (female spectre which screams real loud). I could not make much out other than words like "disappointment" "failure" "doomed forever" "eternal damnation" and so on.....yea.....she just loved me that day!!

she did come with me to meet the sir, and even went ahead and listed out the various excuses I had laid out in font of her.

Mom: Sir, he even said you were sick.
Sir: (has a sly grin on his face, but then quickly resumes normal stern expression...)
Me: (trying very hard to sink into the ground..)
Mom: Sir, what should I do.
Sir: He has to be more focussed otherwise BIG DISASTER. (I capitalise that last part because thats exactly the way the sir said it. If anyone has ever come up with verbal capitalization, then its him)
Me: hey guys..anyone seen the new matrix movie? (lousy attempt to change the subject)

at this point my mom stares at me using one of her ultimate moves, the medusa's gaze....I have been turned to stone..!! (not to be confused with, I have become stoned!! think weed....not stones hurtling through the air.)

after that ordeal i swore to never again lie to my mom which lasted for another day or so..!! but I try to be as true as possible..and never do I lie serious lies..so I am a liar with a conscience which makes me a nice human being I should think...

after I was not able to make it through the IIT screening test, I lost hope and quit the entrance the classes, which was a big mistake since this led to me messing up my remaining entrances as well. The days I spent there will live with me forever, and even now I remain in awe of the sir. I had visited him just before I left to the US, I wanted to inform him of my good turn of events, and I was really happy when he was genuinely pleased to hear from me.
We sat facing each other, and he finally had a look on his face which said "Well done Nikhil. Not as good as I had seen for you, but well done none the less".
For my part I just want to tell him "thank you sir, for seeing in me more than I ever saw in myself..".

that brings this post to an end, I know it was not as funny as the previous one..but then again Im jus typing things like I feel....freestyle baby!!
on the next one I really will talk to you about the coming of the south africans..!!its a great story..funny at times, weird most of the time...but its definitely something to read..

later..

Magus.