A gentle giant on a tough bike :)

Any guess whom I am talking about? you might have guessed right. Its our own undadi gunda Mr. Gunda. Yes its our Vinay Neergund I am talking about. It was on a cool winter day I joined this cool college SJCE in a cool town mysore. It was my second or third day in the college (don't remember properly) , as usual finished my class and was walking back to my house all alone (at that time I was not yet having cool friends like you people ). Suddenly from no where I hear this thundering loud sound and it got louder and louder because it was nearing me. What do I see? here is a guy riding his old stylish bike (ok ok sorry, to be precise it was an old lattari kithogiro Rajdoot bike) and askin me if I want a ride back to home. I hesitate a bit, but then this guys ever smiling face makes it very hard for me not to oblige. So I hop on his bike and expect a joy ride back to home. He starts talking with a soft friendly tone which makes me feel comfortable and we soon start chatting all the way. Just as when I thought it was all fine our Mr. Gunda unleashes his raw power and accelerates his bike . Oooof.. I try to hold on to something but no use, coz this lattari kithogiro bikige handle illa. And I all of a sudden feel like I am flying. hee hee. But Mr. Gunda is cool as an cucumber and enjoying his ride. Time passed by and so the journey to my house and our gentle giant gunda stops his bike and with his as usual smile says goodbye and zooms away into the thin air. I was a bit shaken by the ride, but it was really cool and I thought I enjoyed.But one question really bothered me, How can you ever imagine such a raw accelerating power from a soft spoken and gentle person? It has to be only Gunda to pull out this kind of feat. Hats off to you gunds :)

PS: I am attaching a photo of rajdoot to make it more spicy. But, hey gunda you can actually insert a picture of you sitting on your old gem rajdoot bike :)

Meet at Shoppers Stop , Bannerghatta road

After sometime few of our group guys thought of meeting at Shoppers Stop on Bannerghatta road in Bangalore. I decided to drop in at his place and then move to the destination along with him. Our good friend Darshan H. N. was eagerly waiting for us over there.
So we start our journey from Satish Chandra`s house. Chandra takes out his bike from the garage and lands in front of me. I decide to pillion.

Our hero negotiates his bike with ease through the slushy , muddy bad roads of bangalore. Midway through his mobile rings and he tells me to acknowledge the call. At the other end his mom is over the phone. I will break here.


Its for the readers to guess what the situation would have been. Expecting your comments on the same.

I will continue with the actual story in a couple of days :-).
Eagerly waiting for your comments.

MSS's favorite student

When v were in our seventh sem v had power system simulation. All of us thought that this was the toughest lab in the whole of engineering... courtesy MSS : " Bahala kashta kanri power system simulation labu. ellaru guarantee fail ago bidthare"

But it was completely different for our hero. Power system simulation lab was like drinking water. He had used his Einstein instincts to solve all the problems with great ease. In the process he had impressed nobody less than the great MSS : " Satish chandra....." she kept chanting his name very often in front of the other student like a mantra.

She would very often tell us "Satish chandra avaru namma level ge bandiddare kanree". I could never make out as to what this statement actually meant.

Hope u guys have got it :-P..........

He was the only student to have got 25 on 25 in the lab internals.

"How can anybody else get more than Satish chandra in the lab" was what MSS said.....

Above all this, his record is still kept in the lab as a reference manual for the juniors. This has been preserved as a priced posession by MSS , as a museum piece as it was the only one of such a type.

MSS CAN NEVER FORGET CHANDRA FOR SURE

Forget it...

This happened during the final phase of the project when we were preparing the Project Report.
Team Lead: Our Hero Tichick
Team members: Gunda, Trigger, Myself-Bond.

Planned meeting place: Triggers Den
Junglee Sat as usual comes 1 hour late. oops 1 and half i guess that day.

He was supposed to get the draft copy of the Report.
Which he forgot at home. (No wonder)
So, he and i decide to head back to his place on his TVS Excel.
After 10 min long schumi style riding, we arrive at his place.
Just to our amazement he has forgotten the House keys at Trigger's place.
ha ha :-)

I cant imagine how much we laughed remembering this incident.

Bio-Data of the Super Star

Bio Data:

Height - Around 5 feet 2 inch if he wears high heals.

Weight - Barely 45, provided he holds something very heavy.

Built - Adnan Sami should get shy.

Vehicle - (Before) His favorite TVS Excel which he used to ride like it is the Schumi's F1 car (Great turns) . (Now) Bajaj Discover which he tries to ride without any scratches (FYI: Blore roads). Well forget scratches, he just tries to ride it. Ok forget riding. He just tries.

Spects: Frame less. Worth only 700. But he paid something around 1500 and is very proud of it.

Hairstyle: School Boy. (he would comb his hair very often) - To impress anyone or someone, but to his luck, no one would get impressed.

Dress: Always formals neatly tucked in. (Some times even at home) He has never worn a T-shirt to college, just imagine. Belts are very essential. No belt - No sat. His maana maryade is in how tight his belts holds his pants up. Because he never used to find the 24 sized pants in market. (I guess it is even lesser than 24. Right sat?)

Footwear: His old liberty foot ware

Food: Barely eats. He can survive just by having air.

Imp Note:

He never keeps anything in his Pockets. Not even his Purse. Because u know why? His purse is so huge. It cant be folded. It is so heavily stuffed. He can find anything you want in his Vertical Purse. Passport photos, stamp size photos, Driving Licence, Electoral Card, Small diary which contains all the birthdays of his special **** friends, Lots of paper, lots of Petrol bills, lots of other unwanted bills, Lots of Visiting cards, Passport also i guess, One metal scale.

This was prior to our seventh semester exam. The story goes like this. I am completely glued to my book as it is the day just before the power systems exam. Late in the night at around 10.30 P.M. my mobile phone rings and i acknowledge the call as the caller happens to b our hero. Our hero has a doubt.

He starts of this way "Ade ade che ade kano.. idu idralle kano doubt irodu, Ade ade kano, hmm en doubt kelbeku annode martoitu kanla" ... believe it or not he goes on like this for around 10 minutes. I at the receiving end start yelling out the syllabus topics hoping that he'll remember it at least then. While i kept tellin the topics the hero remembers what his doubt was. It was just that if we had to learn to draw a diagram for the exam.

Kudos to our hero chandra and his memory

One of the situations, which happened so many times:

Rakesh: Hey tomorrow 8:30 class cancelled.
Sat: Oh is it? Ok i'll come by 9:30 then.
Next day-
Sat as usual comes at 8:30 and waits for the Lecturer for one whole hour :-)
Lo nanage yaaru helale illa..