COMPANY - G

Time heals everything....that is if ur not neck deep in shit....The hit list just keeps expanding and expanding.... Isa, Nirbhay, Natwar, Off, then those two kids of the KKK, and last but not the least, James.

The ISI (read as inter snitch intelligence) is on a rampage. they have finely executed the best players of the game. We were just hospitalized for a whil, but one of us is dead. My heartfelt condolensces to him.....J91 forever and ever....
But the real issue is, whether the ISI Is responsible for targetting company G. Or is the G Comapany full of idiots who refuse to take these death threats seriously....

To analyse the problem from the root, you have to think from a potheads view. The thing is that all these years of pot bring about such immense calm within you that nothing unnerves you. U think that one spliff ul light with the 2 incense sticks is harmless....kisi ka baap kuch nahi akr sakta.....but when god wants to be cruel...he can be very very cruel....Not every bodys is a victim of man made calamities, like me and NIrbhay were....man made....Johnny Gaddar again....
What the ISI doesnt understand is that out of all these 15-20 potheads, atleast 10 will be big in life.... At least...because company G is full of studboys who will definitely make it big in life....Just ponder over the consequences if even 10 of them became something in life.....

But my sincerest pleas to the company....please do not conduct company affairs inside restricted area....Once we pass out and become big we cud do it right there....In big daddy's chamber.....and we will....
Harder, faster, better, stronger....
Boooooooooom Shankar..

The Dawn of Boris and Counter Strike....Continued..

Time is never wasted..when you are wasted all the time -Abraham Lincoln....

ok ok im lying i just randomly read that on the internet.....

fast fwd:: the dawn of boris and counter strike....

i left writing inbetween due to public animosity garnering around the blog......We became seniors....then super seniors......but m just going to revert back to all of that later......the time im talking about right now is the time when we are in the 3rd year......

What do young 19 yr olds with nothing else to do want to do when they have absolutely

(1) no women in their lives....

(2)no sports to play......

(3)and an oppressive rule of getting back to the hostel by 9.30 and an equally oppressive state law which bans alcohol consumption which also ensures that these 19 year olds have absolutely no lives to live......

These 19 year olds want to get high .....they want to drink.....and not all of them because theyre alcoholics but because theyre so sick of being told what to do and what not to do ....they want to rebel.....they need a vent....and the answer is alcohol......the creator and solution of all problems......liqour.....Be it the cheapest shittiest adulterated alcohol......all those acquainted with Panditji know what im talking about......No seriously who the fuck has heard of partie pescial??......

Now Now i dont intend to make our drinking sprees seem like a phenomena arising solely out of frustration.......It just arose primarily because of this need we felt to get a life here in G'nagar and secondly this urge to drink can also be attributed to the sense of adventure which was associated with it.......Right from getting the booze to drinking inside a pigeonhole of a store room packed with ten people.....however the sense of brotherhood and camaraderie always outweighed the claustrophobia......
We used to drink in a state of constant fear.....But we used to drink.....

We continued drinking for the next three semesters ......out of all these semesters the last semester we spent in glorious drunken reverie........The booze flowing inside our halls of residence would make you forget that ur in a dry state......there were beer nights....vodka nights.....whisky nights.....and beer and vodka and whisky nights...........

We couldve happily continued with our booze binges if not for that fateful day.........No im not talking bout the time when the college was so concerned bout my family ties that they gave me a looooong sickness leave......This incident marked the downfall of the freedom which we had got so used to..........More bout that later.......aavjo........

DISCLAIMER!!!

This blog is meant for amusement......All characters are fictional......Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely co incidental.....And as for characters which are not fictional, how i wish they were......

APOLOGIES TO El Nino.......

The first people to ever drink beer in my batch James , Neta and El Nino........It was El Nino who picked up the first ever fight in my batch as well..............El Nino......Kanjirapalli Achayaan.....Complete contrast to George......theyre first cousins....but somehow managed to meet only after a period of 18 years......
Nino and me were not particularly fond of george in the first semester.....Like iv mentioned earlier.....The both of us thought George was a hot air baloon......
Every mans gotta believe in something and El nino belives that he can down one more.......

Nino........Nee orikkalum nadakkum ottaykk

The 3 biggest mistakes of Isa's college life.........

(1)......Isa got wasted
(2)......Isa was a MCP......Paro detests Isa......
(3)....... Isa ever trusted Johnny Gaddar (tm) (tm) (tm).......Isa thanks Johhny Gaddar.....coz if not for him......Isa would never have the time to write a blog.....Isa would never be able to stand out in the crowd.....Hed still be wasting time studying for his mid sem exams....rather than write this blog...........THANKS A LOT JOHHNY G........BHAGWAN KARE TERI MA MAR JAYE.......

Btw by Johny G. im not referring to the GuRu (tm)......i mean the real life Johhny G.....

George and Sindhi............

id love to go into more details but i have to introduce these other wierdos as well.......
George (tm) has a intuitive cognition that almost all the women in the batch have a thing for him......I think george is a hot air baloon whos making too high an estimate of his potentials and is assigning way too much value to the way he talks.....Eventually but george proves me wrong.....Actions speak louder than words and george manages to shut me up for good....He also manages to shut his good for nothin cousin "el nino" (tm) for good exactly 4 months later....How he managed is another story.....

Then i meet Sindhi (tm).......pagal ka bacha sanki....he got the eyes of a serial killer....and a brain to match up to it.......The first time i meet him hes damn pissed off wid his room mate for ....well....forget it....but hes really pissed.....and i hear and learn as im awed again by the fluency with which Sindhi can curse.....Punjabi, Hindi, English......Ma behen bahu beti baap....har cheez ke liye gali thi Sindhi ke paas....back then Sindhi was wid Polly.....thats a different story and needs a different day.....aur sindhi ki permission obviously......

And the last character id like to introduce for the day is Paro (tm) (tm) (tm).........i go to see Nandita Das along wid a couple of friends.....Paro is wid them......i see Paro.....i speak to Paro....and i fall for Paro.......Paro is this cute lil sardarni......i could make a movie on me and Paro......Theres not one filmy situation which Paro and I havent gone through.......astalavista....till tomorow........

kal Paro and me go for the first walk togather.............Sindhi changes his room.....El Nino drinks the first beer of my batch in Gandhinagar.........

Day 1......When it all started...........

This is the first blog im ever writing......I dont have the patience to maintain a diary so this is the closest alternative to preserving all my memories.....My mom tells me i could write a book someday.......With al the crap happening in my life....so do i.....


Me Suleiman isa......was 17 years something.....just finished school.....gave entrance exams....and made it to GNLU......."NATIONAL LAW SCHOOL".. i thought and my chest swelled up with pride.....i had a very clear vision.....5 years of law school....brilliant grades....big placements.....mumbai, delhi, probly London......

But college life was like sex.......The prospect of sex always tends to excite you more than sex itself.....

So i joined college......on the 1st day itself i met the wierdest characters of my life in teh campus.......I met the likes of Nirbhay Misra, Rusty, James, D.K., the village idiot, and george........Each one very different......each one eventually will teach me so much bout life id never imagined.....

Day 1 of college...my parents are just coming to drop me to the hostel.....they have a fear ....they fear that while im being ragged by my seniors....wa if one of them asks me to smoke.....and wat if i got habituated to it??......They had a perception of the significance and the nature of events before they actually happened....My father was at his sagacious best.....because eventually i would get habituated to smoking.....Till yestarday....i.e. the 18th of February, 2009.....

There i was at my college.....The 1st person i meet is Village Idiot (tm) and Banya(tm)....Now village idiot is this stupid introvert with a smile as stupid to match his face....Banya is a woman trapped inside the body of a man.......he cribs....he bitches....hes basically never happy bout his life...Village idiot on the other hand is an introvert.....i saw em togather in village idiots room.....after that day i doubt if theyve hardly been in the same room ever again.......

While walkin back to my room i meet psy sir ( tm) and dunnu sir( tm).....i hated these guys initially.......I never realised how much id gel along wid em in the days to come.....due to our common passions and interests.....ahem ahem.........The same goes for the rest of their gang.....Sabu, Fatty, John G., aur bhai "aye ki" cant think of a name for u with which i could protect ur identity.......kuch sujhaav de de.......

as i time gradually passes i shall meet the rest of the college ka kuda....as were quite often known as...........thats it fo aaj.....kal naya din....nayi bakar.......day 4.......