Blog 2702: Thesis writing - behind the scenes!

1.45 am.
Food craving starts.
Have only had Maggi for breakfast.
And for dinner.

1.50 am
Cell phone says 'Calling Saransh'.
Calling.
Calling.
Calling.
"Yes dweed"
"Dweeeeed, we need to hit Eggies"
"Dweed, bad time. Thesis"
" :( "
"Okay dweed, 15 mins"
" :) "
On the day of our last exams at IIT Kgp, Saransh had made the most definitive assertion of our times to Pandey.
"Pandey! Duniya mein dude bahut hote hain... lekin dweed bas do hain... *thunder and ligthning* main aur Sunny"
If this had been a Hollywood film, he'd have proceeded to blow the smoke emanating from his gun barrel.
If this had been a Bollywood film, he'd have proceeded to wipe the blood streaming out from the 2 mm cut in his forehead.
It was neither.
Ergo, we left it at that.
PS: We were, of course, in high spirits. :-)

3.11 am
Met Shanks on the way back from Eggies.
"Dude, Aunties?"
I'm thinking: "Oh please no... I have to write my thesis... have been out bhaating and fooding for the last hour"
I say, "Umm... naah... you go ahead"
I smile.
Sincerity and dilligence beams from every cell on my face.
:-)
2 mins later, my cell phone reads "Calling Shanks".
I know not how.
I know not why.
Inexplicably, I hear myself saying "Dude... I'm coming".
Forgive me Lord, I have sinned.


After a long interval at Aunties, during which Shanks, Dayal and I discussed the definition, scope, implication, effectiveness, importance and efficiency of flirting in a pub, we head out to the railway station coz Shanks had to drop a friend.
Dayal took Shanks' scooty.
I took Rushin's bike.
Shanks, for the moment, had nothing.
Poor fellow.

We head to RP so that Shanks can borrow someone's bike.
We wait.
He calls after 5 mins.
He: "Hey, where are you people"
Me: "Railway Station"
He: "Oh crap, Rushin isnt too happy about his bike going to the station. It may not have enough fuel to make the trip. Where are you people?"
Me: "Railway station. Can it make the trip back or do I have to look for fuel here"
He: "Uh.. I think it'll make it"
End of call.
Me and Dayal rev up our bikes and flee from RP before Shanks comes out.
:-)
To borrow a line from Sandy's blog, we'd like our martinis shaken, not stirred.
Thank you.

4.27 am
I restart my thesis.

6.30 am
Buzz Chaks.
We go for a 2.2.
Meet Naween at Harrys.

Phbbt.
Yes.
Phbbt.
Here, take a look.

Here's some more, for variety.

On the way back, we discuss the nuances of this all encompassing word.
Or rather, gesture.
Phbbt.
Naween Kumar deftly displays how it is done.
You may try copying it in a step by step process.
First, take out your tongue.
Keep it straight.
Then swiftly, tactfully and smartly, make this disgusting sound with your tongue.

You may practice on the main road between Harrys and Cheddies if you need to.
We did.
Plenty of passers-by on the other side of the road may look at you in amusement.
Dont bother.
We stayed put.
Practiced.
Phbbt.
Phbbt.
Phbbt.
We practiced all the way from Harrys to Cheddies.
At the end of it, Naween Kumar turned out to be the only one who could do a good rendition of phbbt.
Me and Chaks need more practice.
Some other day.
Some other road.

Damnit.
Thesis!
I need to show my thesis to my guide on Wednesday.
Its okay.
I'm well prepared.
Worst case, he might ask me, " Is this what you call your thesis"
Best case, I know what to say.
"Phbbt"
:-)