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Bowling Nicky Bowling : Pitch Report

The first time I actually had a conversation with him was our Mechanics lecture. The senior lecturer had brought a OHP (over head projector) to explain a few concepts, the incident took place roughly eight years before and I really can't recollect what he was explaining but, what I remember is that he was unable to project it properly on the board, so he choose to  project the contents on the sidewall of the room. The students sitting on that side had to move to the other side so that they could get a better view of the transparencies. I reluctantly dragged my feet's to the other side. I was bored to death and the whole episode of me landing in Instrumentation engineering and studying a subject that required tedious calculations had bowled me over in and over out. I finally found a  bench occupied by a couple of guys, the guys always were first benchers and I had never before even exchange a 'hello' with them.  The guy on the far side was non descriptive guy who hailed from a humble background, struggled a lot while commuting and latter his success was applauded by everyone as a fruit of his industrious efforts. His name as I later learned was Chetan. The first thing any Indian does on meeting a fellow Indian in any part of world or even in India itself is categorize. Adaptive resonance theory for different neural network present inside humans brain decides the depth of categories, but one look at the guy sitting beside Chetan and you could conclude he's a Brahmin. Curly hair, broad temple, colored eye and a look of wtf on his face.

slowly he asked me in a very sharp tongued Marathi, "whats your name?"

on hearing mine with a node of his head, accompanied with deep slow nasal voice he concluded, "then, you can sit."

a cartoon of 'Nico' from his latter days !

on some other occasion, some other place I would have asked enquired him about his name before actually sitting, but I was too resigned to do so. Slowly I sank in the place and faced the  remaining lecture. After the lecture I'm not sure if I did exchange thoughts or words with him but it was latter during our exam that a marked the beginning of  symbiotic friendship with him. I agree that a symbiotic relation does exist and is a major part of all friendship or even bigger relations like love and marriage but, neither he nor I, ever tried to mask the symbiotic mentality with the creamy words.

It was much latter, around our first semester examination that I actually got to know him. Then, he was still known as Ghansham (Rajmachikar). The exam kicked off with maths paper, Abhishek Solanki and I, were sipping coffee in our college canteen an hour before the exam. The fact that I had just covered quarter of syllabus had made my throat dry. 

I was amused when I found Ghansham had come in his track pant and a bright red collared Reebok tee. He came over to us and said in a high pitch nasal voice, 'aare, I have completed just one or two unit re, I need your help to learn others'

Abhishek laughed, He had habbit to blurting his true emotions without hesitation.

'yep, we have completed whole portion' He said in a very energetic tone. The confidence was oozing through his voice. I was startled.

'we came from Mars, we learned everything by heart there' 

The explanation, brought laugh allover. Ghansham sanked in chari beside, dejected. A sleepy look over his face, his curly hairs looking like a birds nest. 

A brief discussion reveled, all four of us (the forth being Milind Telang)  had studied different topic. Each took a quarter of hour to explain his study and thus we somehow managed to say, 'we will know to which unit the question belongs to!'

Exam ended, all of us cleared maths. 

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