CSI trip, 2005...unique one

(this is especially for my classmates)

The CSI trip will surely land up as one of the most extra-ordinary experiences for all those 50 guys who went for the trip. The only word which I could think for the trip is "UNIQUE". Our destination was Mussourie. The trip was from Friday to Sunday, commencing from 23rd September (year – 2005).

The drama started at Friday itself. The departure was to be at 7.00 pm, but due to some reason we departed from the college at 10.30 pm taking dinner inside our college campus; at 10.00pm (imagine having dinner inside the college premises at 10.00 pm—somewhat unusual though). Then with absolutely no uncomfortably we left for Mussourie. It was going smoothly and very well until 12.30 am. Then was the moment. We had to encounter a major, gigantic, huge, Everest-kissing jam, etc…etc on Delhi- Dehradun highway. The jam; caused by a traffic block, was so much catastrophic that our bus took nearly three hrs to cover 10 kms (imagine – just unique). So, the big question! What did we do in those three hrs? Not quite innovative but yet mind-blowing—our very old method to kill time - ‘antaaskhini’.

Second yr + fourth yr in one team and first yr + third yr in second team. Now again just try to imagine (sorry! But you have to do this once more) how many songs could have been sung during that brief span of three hrs. Finally the second + fourth yr team lost with quite an interesting drama at the end of that throat-exploding session of singing. Still no sign of jam ending. Then came all those hilarious things, mimickers – seriously speaking many of them could land up doing RJ stuff or as a mimicker in their future. One more important thing to narrate – at this point of time there was hardly any water left onboard (it would have been highly unwise on my part if I didn’t mentioned this fact). A human can handle a disaster up to an extent. With crying-throats (most of them were sounding like a bus conductor), and with all types of trucks all around their surroundings, most of us went to sleep.

At 4.30 am on Saturday, we landed up onto a roadside motel and the happy news was that our bus had cleared the blockade successfully. Next morning it was all good (except that we were having acute shortage of water onboard). Twenty km to Dehradun tragedy striked again. Again, there was a road-blockade. The climatic conditions and surroundings were comparable to those in the regions of tropical rain forests (try to remember! any of the uncountable scenes of the dense forests shown on Discovery type infotainment channel). To make easier for you guys, just try to recollect the scene from the film ‘Sarfaroosh’ (in which the bus is stranded b/t thick jungles); same was the case here. Since the blockade was just 1 km away from us, we walked across that blockade and boarded another bus specially called from Dehradun. With no other incidents happening, our voyage to Mussourie ended at 2.30 pm, thereby ending our fifteen + half n hr journey. However, this was not the end. The icing on the cake was done by hotel’s situation - a 10 min steep trekking in rain (the way to the hotel was so tough that no rickshaw was ready to go there).

Against the forces of nature, we finally stepped into our hotel. Saturday evening was normal sightseeing that too in rain (not mentioning it would again be unwise). The best part of the trip was all bout the sat night. Inspired from Dil Chaata Hai, some of the best pranks were played on some selected guys (mind u, selection was not easy).

We all were intelligent (after all v were engineers). Moreover, it was this intelligence of ours, which prompted us to carry only one woolen upper with us. Nevertheless, this fact was unanimous among most of the lot. Everybody went to sleep late night hoping next day would be a bright day. Next morning, was even worst.

Early morning, plan for visiting Kempty fall was approved inspite of bad weather. Majestic natural beauty all around, DEO-smelling clothes and stinking bus; all made the experience unforgettable. Reaching the fall, simultaneously a doubt BORN-ed in many heads. What is the degree of water coldness? Applying all our science knowledge one by one, everyone landed in thanda-thanda cool-cool water to get drench. Now just try to visualize ‘what happens to a person if he mis-understands ice-chilled water (coming from a place comparable to Siachen glacier) as an oasis’…some guys did this mistake thinking that natural water is warmer (thanks to their geography knowledge)…and are still lucky to survive. This was the end of our tour in Mussourie. Then we set for Delhi via Dehradun. Again the same masti and fuultoo dhamaal.

Cee Succeeded I (or CSI) trip would be memorable for all of us b’coz of the catastrophic conditions v had to bear + b’coz of the masti (precisely… informal masti…most of which I cannot write about) we had on the trip.

Extended fwd-

Night stay at the hotel was truly special. The best prank was carried out on Chedi (name not to be revealed). Before I start, I would like to thank the hotel architect who had designed the hotel marvelously as two rooms are connected to each together…without which the prank wouldn’t be possible.

First of all! Chedi was sleeping in my place…so the prank carries some justification. Chedi was sleeping…in somewhat Da Vinci Code cover page position (* all body parts in all direction). His left hand on Ambuj, his right hand on Harit, his right leg on Harit’s left leg and his left leg on Harit’s a*s.
So! Here is a placement type brain-teaser.
How would u use an empty (bright fluorescent orange) deo bottle, a flash camera and an empty Colgate box to get that special moment?
What we did!
Step 1 – Place the Colgate box besides Chedi mouth.
Step 2 – Take out the cap of the deo and place over Chedi’s pe**s (hint: it’s a biological term).
Step 3 – Climb over the bed (to get a perfect view for the snap) such that your body is mutually perpendicular Chedi’s body…I would urge readers not to support non-veg thinking plz!

"Evidence speaks louder than words"…somebody said this & I congratulate him for that.
The negatives of the photos are with Niloo and God knows rest……..

Bout KP (name not to be revealed), firstly, you need to understand the climatic conditions to appreciate this. He was sleeping in his room with blanket on. HE was wearing JUST a vest and white coloured under*ear... Half of our class came to his room and started jumping onto his body. KP’s reaction was quite genuine (like a gang rape type of thing). The best part was when all this ended. Sumar went away with Chedi’s shirt & Chedi wasn’t wearing a vest.
He walked all around the corridors of the hotel hiding his hairy chest...(there is comparable scene of Halle Berry in the film Swordfish).

Another one: this incident happened as a cause of over population in our room and lack of toilets. Chedi (a touch-me-not-kind of animal) wanted to rinse off his toothbrush. Toilet was fortunately occupied by Sahil at that point of time. SO, he applied his mind.
(Many people have applied their mind and delivered out unique things to the mankind).
He also did that.
Sensing the well furnished room and my strictness on hygiene (this incident happened in front of my eyes), he took the jug containing water and started rinsing off his toothbrush BUT WHERE? Niloo’s shoes! Yes, he rinsed off his toothbrush inside Niloo’s shoes. The best part – Niloo’s reaction when he wore them (as usual, over-enthusiastic) – "yaar aab mein kafi energetic mehsoos kar raha hoon".

Then there was one more….they just kept coming.
After our Kempty fall adventure, before leaving, we all were given one room for packing our bags. Undergarments of around 30 guys (males only) were lying on the bed for drying purposes. Right from Jockey to Rupa , you could find every brand drying on the bed. While I was busy in applying binary search to find my sets of undergarments, I got hold of a packet. On first touch it seemed to a packet of small stones collected by somebody from the Kempty fall. When I opened it; it was more shocking than a bomb.
The packet had approx. 2 kg chane in it (one that a horse eat). This packet (containing chane) was contributed by Neha Singh amidst the pool of male undergarments … especially meant for Harit.
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Oh finally some positive outcomes of the trip: we also discovered some hidden talents like…Aloo (alias Alankrita’s) high pitch snoring…May be…just may be...she is THE next Himesh Reshamiya.
Best of luck from my side.