Wokay..

Yes, I admit I was as enthusiastic as The Last Knight regarding the so-called astronomical phenomenon observed by us.. Its all his fault though.. His excitement was contagious... I should have realised that he was not as apt at astronomical observations as he claimed!!! But anyways..I really dont want to remind him of that astronomical club entry quiz!!! Am sure there will be a post full of vehement denials and baseless accusations!!!

New satellites

Hahahaha... Haven't thought about that astronomical episode in a long time... To get the facts straight, I saw this thing which looked like a star right next to the moon, for the first time in my life. Never having seen any other heavenly body right next to the moon, I was naturally rather curious, and more than a little excited upon seeing this sight. I promptly called up Sidler, and he confirmed that what I was seeing really did exist, and wasn't just a product of my imagination. Upon this, I jumped to my first conclusion:

"It's a new man-made satellite!!!"

I called up G next, proposed my theory to him, asked him if he had a pair of binoculars, and suggested we three convene on his terrace to study this new object in the sky more closely. He sounded a little dubious about the satellite theory, but agreed to take part in the investigation.

Oh, did I mention, Sidler was as excited as I was (a statement which he'll hotly contest, no doubt... :P). He came running from two blocks away, practically beside himself with excitement, and ran up the stairs to G's place at full tilt, after which he spent the next ten minutes gasping for breath.

G led us up to his terrace, and armed with a pair of 'beach binoculars' [:D], we studied the object to the best of our abilities... Various theories were propounded, most of them by an admittedly somewhat enthusiastic lastknight [:P], including the particularly exciting idea that it was a supernova... After about an hour of this, it dawned on us that we had exams not far away, and we regretfully went back to our respective homes. We may not have solved the mystery, nor did the next day's newspaper mention anything about a new supernova [:P], but it had certainly been a rather fun evening.

Oh, and as always, G beat me to to it, with the post about our erstwhile phone calls... :) Yes, like the man said, there was indeed a time when our telephonic conversations were thirty seconds long... :D

A Typical Phone Conversation till a few years back

Sample 1:
*Ring Ring........Ring Ring.....*
G-' Hello!'
LK-'It's me.'
LK-'Ball?'
G-'Be down in 5. Bye'
LK-'Bye'
*Click*

Sample 2-
*Ring Ring......Ring Ring...*
G-'Hello'
LK-'Ball?'
G-'5 mins'
*Click*

Sidler

MAKES IT HAPPEN....

TLK came up with that...

TLK- A man who is already showing the signs of a promising MBA Grad....

HOW DO YOU TELL IF A JOKE IS GOOD OR NOT-by TLK and G

IF SIDLER ROLLS ON THE GRASS LAUGHING...

THEN GETS UP LAUGHING SO HARD THAT HE CHOKES....

GASPS...

Sputters...

AND LAUGHS AGAIN.....

Hmmm....

Well as some people shall(with a minimal amount of intellect)..see that some things never change....

TLK and Sidler still fight to find out who knows more....

And yet again G remains a silent spectator...

It has been going on for quite some time you see...

It all began at that gate....Yep a Gate...where TLK would stand on one side and G and Sidler would stand on the other...and we would yap away to glory...

Though I must admit there were several times when I would stand as the silent spectator as two gladiators would battle it out till they could prove to someone that they knew more than the other about HARRY POTTER SPELLS BY GOD!!

This went on for quite some time...(it still does...if you get what I mean..though in a different format ofcourse..)

One fine night...I get a phone call(yes it was around 8.30-9pm) when an excited soul cried out...

'WE CAN SEE THE SPACE STATION...

WE CAN SEE MARS.....

WE CAN SEE A SUPERNOVA EXPLOSION.....

Dude do you have a pair of Binoculars!!??'

I said-'Yeah!!(equally excited)..I think I do....'
The gentleman on the phone says-'Mind if we come to your terrace?'
G-' Sure!!'
*click* the line goes dead.....
(PS. There was a time when our phone conversations were as short as 2-5 seconds..)
A few tense minutes pass...

Two gentleman arrive at the door of c-1/1651..

One of the two is huffing and puffing...the other has a manic glint in his eye...

It seemed like the Trio...(was also named the Three Musketeers by TLK's dad) was embarking on a quest that would change the history of Mankind(well....hypothetically speaking)..

We went up to the terrace...

Chose a spot and looked up at the skies hoping to catch a glimpse of the heavenly bodies mentioned above...

We stayed a good 1.5-2 hours trying to find out if we could see something...

But after a lot of deliberation came to the conclusion that the sky was either too cloudy or too polluted to see anything...

And thus began the chain of events that led us to believe that....Life Loves to Kick us.....

Correction

Sidler, you did not outscore me "most of the time" in the quiz club! Nonsense! Maybe once in a while, but I could hold my own! Sure, when it came to the úber-geeky types of questions about countries and capitals and currencies, you knew more, and also with regard to sports, but when it came to trivia, I could, and still can, take you on anytime!

'Twas rather a collaborative effort in the good 'ol Columban quiz, though... And if it weren't for the evident disparity in the level of the questions in the picture round, we'd have gotten through to the blasted finals for sure!

While on the topic of Sarcasm and Sadism, I'd like to say that my contribution to the former was more through flippancy, irreverency and facetiousness than anything else... And as for the latter, you and G were more than sufficient to account for the entire quota of the Senate! :P

Of course, it also must be said that of late, things have taken quite a turn... Sidler has become (so he claims) a man of patience, a man of reticence, a man of seemingly infinite forbearance... And as for G and I, well... let's just say that G's teenage persona wouldn't have been very surprised, but mine certainly would have been... :D

When the Three next meet, things shall be revealed for what they really are... And Sidler's purported newfound patience shall be... well, tested. :D

To quote my good friend G, "Muahahahahaha!"

The Odd one speaks..

Ahh Yes.. I remember that day as though it was yesterday ( a blatant lie!!) ... Well my obscure recollection of that day involves an awkard introduction of myself to TLK as if we had ignored each other's existence at school altogether!!! My impression of him prior to the meeting was shaped by the SUPW activity we had in common( I outscored him most of the time having mugged the bqc series!!) and by his general perception in school of an effiminate literary genius!!! Well it didnt take much time for my impression to change and I began to understand the forces of nature that brought us ( G included..) together. G came across as a simpleton who had just returned from my dream destination at that point of time.( My young, foolish and ignorant mind)..
The main reason that the senate came into being over a few years is because of 3 different minds and deportments bound together by common interests primarily FOOD and MUSIC...
Sarcasm and Sadism constituted the last 2 years of the cerebrations of the 3 great minds of the senate...
More to follow...

*Drumming fingers on table*

Oh, come on, someone post already...

How It All Began: The Last Knight Speaketh

Ahem. Been meaning to write this post for a while now, but as always, ten different things popped up, all clamouring for attention, and while I cheerfully ignored most of them till the deadlines loomed large like so many tsunamis, this got pushed onto the back burner as well. Though when I did first think about writing an introduction to this blog, I logged onto it about half an hour after, and found that apparently G had had rather the same idea. Some things apparently never change... (and thank goodness for that!) :D

Anyway, as I was saying, or rather trying to, (yes, I do love playing with words... :P) it all began one fine summer day, about ten years ago... Well, it may have begun on a cold wintery day too, to be honest, but for the sake of simplicity, and to get around faded/absent memories, let's assume it was a fine, sunny, summer's day. You know, one of those days when birds fly around singing joyful songs, when butterflies flutter around in pairs, doing courtship dances in the air, when squirrels chase each other up and down trees, when merry breezes playfully knock your hat off, when the sky is blue, the grass is green and the sun shines beatifically upon all. In short, one of those days which if Frost had come across, would have drawn an exclamation of, "By Jove! All's right with the world, I say!," or something of that sort.

But I digress. It was a fine summer's day, and as per G, we were apparently standing to the rear of a cricket pitch, 'fielding', an activity which we spent rather a lot of time engaged in at the time, under the guise of playing cricket. Being a not overly demanding activity, the ball rarely condescending to enter the part of the field which we were habitating, I assume we gravitated towards each other, with the objective of passing the moments that ticked by in a more entertaining fashion than by counting blades of grass. You see, counting blades of grass, while in other respects a perfectly good way to pass an idle mid-summer's afternoon, can be a bit tricky, because one is liable to lose track of which blade one last counted, each blade resembling its neighbour to a fair extent, as it is wont to do. We quickly recognised each other as kindred souls, and with an "I say!" and a What ho!", the Tale of The Last Knight and G was well under way. As the other denizens of the said cricket field were mostly of the more thick-headed kind, the sort who preferred to use their heads for carrying pebbles and interesting-looking stones in, rather than as repositories for grey cells, we were rather pleased to have found like-minded company, and all that.

Well, it may or may not have begun that way, to be honest, (again!) but I'm sure it was something like that... :P One way or the other, we met, and found that we got along rather well together. So it began.

The cricket fever passed after a while, and basketball was the next activity we found to engage ourselves in. This led us from the cricket field to a basketball ring put up next to a house, where we encountered a stocky little man called, for some odd reason as of yet unknown, Chepu, and a fine gentleman called Richard. ;) Also a few kids, a few girls, one of who turned up one day in this particularly fluffy sweater, instantly earning the sobriquet of 'The Abominable Snowwoman' from me, and a bespectacled but tenacious (at times overly so!) character from a computer game called Dave. Well, Dev, but it was pronounced like Dave. :D

Much fun and frolic followed, and we eventually moved to the big league a.k.a The Dirt Court, where we'd ten or so of us would run after, or away from, depending on a particular person's inclincation, [;)] one basketball, kicking up a whacking great big cloud of dirt in the process, from which we would emerge after a few hours all sweaty, (again, in different degrees of sweatiness, ranging from beads-on-forehead-sweaty to stand-back-I-need-to-wring-out-my-headband-sweaty :D) tired, and only slightly browner than we had been a few hours before.

But of course, the cycle, and A.S.S., was only completed one fine wintry day, (yeah, I'm sure about that one :P) two or three years hence, when G turned up at my gate with a fine young lad in tow and introduced him as Sidler. Initially, he was a bit of an oddity to us, (still is, actually... :D) and we hung out with him mainly because G thought he was a friend of mine, being as he was from my school, and as he and G went to the same math tutor, I in turn thought he was a friend of G's... :P But in time, and not very much time at that, lest you get me wrong, he became firmly ensconced in our little circle, and The Three, known variously as The Trio, The Trikon, The Men Who Stalked The Streets Of C-1, The Men Who Dared To Descend Into The So Deep Pond, and other such proud minikers, came int0 being.

Various adventures followed, particularly in the culinary sphere, many of which shall hopefully find their way onto this blog soon, but each of those is a story in itself.

Watch this space.

PS: Sidlersaar, if you would like to say something in reply to this post, or anything else for that matter, please, feel free to post... It's your blog too, you can do more on it than comment! :P

How it all began....

This goes back a long long way....

Way back in the year 1997-98...Yeah that was the time the Last Knight and G met up over a game of Cricket at the park behind C1-1651, strangers...oblivious to each other's presence...the only common link joining the two was the fact that they were standing behind the wicket to fetch the ball whenever the ball was thrown wide...really really wide(there was a wicket-keeper)...