I can not step out from my home. I could not do so a couple of days ago. And I wish I am not able to do so for some days more. Its just the reasons that vary.

When I stepped in my hometown, all I had was scorching heat to welcome me with a bright smile. I had never seen Muzaffarpur experience such a bad weather, ever. There is no doubt I hardly go anywhere when I am home, and the sun made it sure that I didn’t even step in the verandah! I still remember the water logged roads and the people wading through them last time I was here, the same time. But alas! All I see is dirt.

The time has changed. Its time to go. I prayed all time for the rain God to show His might. And he made the old saying true once again, “ bhagwaan ke ghar mein der hai, andher nahi”, and its raining now, not to forget, after bearing all the heat all these days. The flowers have started blooming, the drains full, and the people…they have started wading again. I do want to stay at home, but the rain has made it a point that I do not even step in the verandah! What an irony! It’s just the reasons that vary!
In the first place it was the sun, now, the rain!

A mesmerising spell

Once in a lifetime experience! That’s all I can say about it. I got up at about 6 am, the sky was just as it should be post dawn. It was a bit cloudy, but I could see the sun in the horizon. I was waiting eagerly for the moon to show up and cover the sun. It did. I could see the crescent shape of the moon crawling over the sun. I was wearing shades, but still had a fear, whether it will suffice or not, but surprisingly it did. It was just a matter of a few minutes. The moon started covering the sun , and I swear what a beauty it was. Slowly, the moon covered the full face of the sun, and I could see the corona. And just after a few seconds, the diamond ring. The same as I had read, and seen in pics. It was right in front of my eyes. The whole sky had become dark. And then there was a second dawn. The moon started shifting its position and the sky got its color back. I put off the shades, and was lost in the mesmerizing beauty of it.

BOL BUM

It was really difficult for me to drive through the one-way with the kanwarias trotting around the other half of the road. But somehow I managed to reach the pandaal where I had been invited to serve the kanwarias. The music was so loud and shrill, that I had to find a place away from the sound box. The first job which was assigned to me was to sit on a chair in the middle of the road with a long bamboo in my hand and divert the traffic to one side of the road, leaving the other empty for the kanwarias, the people who carry the holy “ganga jal” from pehleja ghat and are on their way to baba garibnath shrine in muzaffarpur. Being Monday tomorrow, the followers run all the way barefoot, from pehleja to muzffarpur, carrying the water on the kanwars which rests on their shoulders, hence the name – “kaanwarias”. After sometime, I was providing water to the people, tired, exhausted people, but still shouting the name of their beloved God. Bol Bum!! There was another person standing next to me with a hose in his hand spraying luke warm water on their feet and the road. Their feet were swollen to unimaginable sizes, but they were walking, with the unbearable pain. Some slowed down to have a sip of water, others for aspirin. One of them, I guess, atleast an octogenarian, was bleeding, but smiling. Someone ran to him, cleaned the wounds on his sole and provided a new bandage. The man carried on shouting “bol bum”! I was speechless. Not only him, there were children, half my age, ladies, double my age, and men of course, all dressed in variants of saffron, red and yellow. For sometime I was really lost in a different world of dedication which I could see. Be it dedication towards the Almighty, or towards your work, one thing I learned today, that if you are determined towards any damn thing, you show your dedication , and you will surely get through.

"OM"

I could hear the toll of the temple bells long way before I could see the temple itself. As I was nearing the temple I could feel that I can save the energy required to walk by just standing midway in the road, and within minutes I would have been inside the temple premises! Initially I tried my best to dodge all the puddles of rain as well as drain water with flowers, leaves and mud, but then this sound completely attracted me towards itself. As I took a couple of steps ahead, I could hear hundreds of voices, and their echoes, singing the bhajans in the praise of Lord Shiva, together, forming an ineluctable draw towards the temple. I never knew when, I started enjoying the puddles. I don’t remember after how many years I was using a well to draw water from. Wherever my eyes could wander, I could only find people, spellbound with the vibe that surrounded the holy place. The smell of the incense sticks, mixed with sweat formed a completely distinct smell that can never be created artificially. I brushed along with people, people of all caste and creed, cultures, following different traditions, rich people, who came to a temple wearing a fragrance, poor people having one of their own. But then, in front of Him all are equal. I really can’t explain the way I reached the Shivling, but I managed to do so. I poured the water and milk over Him, and in turn found some people, who couldn’t manage to reach near him, pouring the same blindly over me! The echoes of the bhajans were still ringing in my ears; it was just that the people had changed. I couldn’t understand it so well that I could sing with them, but I found my lips moving. The bhajans changed, the people changed, their voices changed too, but all I could find in common was “OM” which never changed. Walking back home, however the actual sound faded as I walked away, but the echo was still ringing in my ears, my mind and my soul. “OM- Truly, a hymn of the universe.”

ADIEU SSIT

Finally the time has come when the prefix “ex” has come between me and SSIT. At times, I used to wonder, how happy I would be when I leave this college. No doubt, I am. But then even though if you spend 4 years in a dungeon, you start liking it, or rather get used to the pungent spell! And as soon as you get the fresh breeze, the sunburst, you do welcome them with open arms, but you will surely miss the chill you got accustomed to.
Here I am, facing the gates to the bad bad world, with unbearable coerce behind me. The dilemma continues. Was college life better? Or do I need to break the mould and get going towards greater realms of life? Only time can testify.
Suddenly I have started feeling something heavy on my shoulders. Responsibilities?? Oh God..!! But they were always there.
Right now, I don’t have a roof over my head, the hunger within surges at the usual mess time, however hard I may try to subside it. Moreover I have a couple of critical decisions to make, decision so vital, that a mistake can change the entire course of my life.
But then getting back to what I started with, I will really miss the blotted, yet beautiful, a bit dull, yet adventurous, a lonesome, yet occupied time spent in SSIT. At this juncture, the dialogues by Amir Khan in Rang de Basanti flash my mind when Su asks him why he doesn’t want to leave this place, and he says something like- “ people know me here ..and everything looks so homely….” Sometimes I really feel the same. Where will I get such friends with whom I can hang out with? With whom I can gel really well. I won’t boast of making many friends, but then I will really miss some of the special people who came in my life while my stay in Tumkur.
Those drives to dhaba, DD hills, CCD, those hang outs at unknown yet significant places for us. Raju ka lime, main bakery ki chai, vipin ka egg roll aur kiran bhaiya ki coffee …..Will really miss them all.
But then life has to move on. So am I. trying to make a fresh beginning, with the sweet memories of the past lingering my mind……

Till nw this feeling ws no where to be found…but suddenly since this evening im feeling heavy…dunno y…ive been preaching others nt to feel sad while goin away from the college ….trying to make those ppl laugh who r a bit senti …and nw it’s a pity …Im in the same situation.
I dnt knw , whether its bcoz m leaving this college or bcoz sum ppl are goin away frm me ….i still have to figure out …the nostalgia overtook me only after turned I the pages of the diary which ppl have filled for me …its only then I came to knw dat yes..i did manage to create my own niche out here .
Damn it ....this feeling is killing me …I never felt so bad…its really sad that sum ppl who really managed to create a spcl place in my life are leaving tom …and Im nt going to c them off….its nt my project wrk that’s stopping me bt there s sum invisible force that’s preventing me from doin so ……
Y does everything happens late with me………..???

SOLEDAD

Suddenly I found myself lost out in the crowd. The people standing around me started drifting away, disappearing..... Within no time I was standing there looking here and there, searching for a known face, so that I could feel comfortable……..
Why does it happen again and again?? Every time I go out with people, hang around with, and in no time I find them looking out for something ….. Its really sad to see that ultimately I’m left alone, to fend on my own.Everyone gets cozy with someone or the other. Not me. I usually end up pondering what makes them do that. Am I so bad that they can’t stand next to me? Or do they feel embarrassed doing the same? And ultimately I curse myself for landing in such a situation. I shouldnt have been there at all.At times, I feel happy for my friends who are not in such a situation, but the same time i do feel sad fo myself too.
Maybe its all my fault. Its been years but still i feel the same, the void , somewhere inside me, beside me , all around me....So in all probability, I am waiting for that fateful day when i can very confidently delete this entry, or atleast update it.....

"VIRAH"

wo kya pal tha jo beet gaya,
ek saathi ka daman choot gaya.....
na hum rahe, na wo rahe,
wo khushiyon ka saawan beet gaya.....


yun aankon mein meri jo aansoon aaye,
inhi dharaaon mein maine wo ghum bhulaye....
darta hoon, wo din phir laut na aaye,
kya pata zalim, ek janm mein do baar rulaye....


dhadkan ne uska naam liya, par maine kabhi suna nahi,
faasle badhe, dooriyaan badhi, tanhayeean bhi mili....
ye din bhi dekhna hoga ye maine kabhi socha nahi,
kya yahi wo pyaar tha, jo mujhe kabhi mila nahi....


main kya tha, main kya hoon, ye pata nahi,
har zarre mein dhoondh raha ...par mila nahi....
shayad meri saza yahi,
kyun maine usse kuch kaha nahi........

yun zheel si gahrai waale tere ye nain,
na jaane kitno ke loot gaye chaain....


shayad tumhe pata nahi kya ehmiyat hai tumhaari,
jitni jaldi jaan lo,ye kismat hogi hamari....


jo dil mein hai tumhaare wo bayan hota hai ye jaan lo,
chahe tum chaho , ya na chaho....


yun na bahaya karo in keemti motiyon ko jaani,
beparwah logon ke liye hain ye sirf paani....

yun tanha na jiya karo tum,
kyunki jinhe fark padta hai, unme se hain ek hum....


dosti ka haath jo thaama hai humne,
nibhayenge, na todenge vishwas jo kiya hai tumne....


chune hue raah se alag chalo kabhi,
mausam bhi badlenge, tum bhi badlo kabhi....


kyun karti ho khud pe itne saare zulm,
duniya tumhare kadamon pe rakh doon, bas karo hukm....


bharosa jo kiya hai use rakho kuch samay tak,
bas chahiye humein thoda, thoda sa waqt...........

SUBWAY

Long before the concept of flyovers was infixed, subways have been in existence and proved their worth, but in a completely different way altogether…. I realized this recently when I am making frequent trips to Bangalore. The subway which we use between the railway station and Kempegowda Bus Stand is one of the busiest subways I have ever seen. It is always hustling and bustling with commotion. Its kind of a whole world in itself. One can find all types of hawkers selling fruits, cigarettes, handkerchiefs, flashy watches, electronic gadgets, eatables, clothes, books, route maps and even human flesh!!

As you enter the subway, everyone looks up to you with eyes full of anticipation. The handicapped children spread their hands and keep bothering you until you get out from there. The pickpockets wait for a chance to strike. The hawkers try to prove their stuff as the best. And the common Indian hawaldar is busy fleecing them. As you move on, the strong aroma of smoke changes to ripe fruits’ to foetor urine and even sweat. You brush along with people of different caste creed and culture defying all barriers. As you move up the stairs, the whores sitting on the stairs try to attract you so that they may get a couple of notes to light the fires in their kitchens. As you move out and enter the silicon city of India it seems that in a couple of minutes you have made the journey between two Indias- one that is tied with a leash, ready to make a leap at the world and conquer it, and the other being the leash itself………

Another Valentine

What a life I have. Great, indeed. Its 5 pm, Valentine’s Day, and I m lying on my bed, with probably nothing much to do. Love is in the air, I can make it out. Through the door, I can see guys getting dressed up for their D day evening. Having a clean shave, running to have a shower, well pressed shirts lying on their beds, the ones they’ve never taken out from their suitcases ever before, and I m lying on my bed! It has become difficult for my olfaction to make out whether it is Axe, Brut, Denim, or Gillette, as the rich smell of the musk and the freshness of the oceans blend together to form an irresistible smell, and I m lying on my bed…..
There are some friends who asked me whether I would like to join them this evening, but you know, I m not in a habit of becoming épine parmi les roses. It has been 22 yrs and still I have not been able to really find someone whom I can confide into. It really hurts when people call me smart and a handsome guy. The first thing they ask me is the number of girlfriends I have, it really hurts you know. I don’t know why I am in such a lamentable state, maybe I really lack something, or I do not deserve this, God knows….
I had plans of going out, hanging around with friends, but when I got up, and looked around, I could not figure out where to go or whom to go out with. So again I end up on my bed fiddling around with my cell and my lappy who, these days are becoming my best friends. I have a wallpaper celebrating Valentine’s on my lappy which will be gone soon. So I leave the clothes in my suitcase as they are, the Gillette deo as it is and confide with my two best friends……..

INDIA SHINING

Congratulation folks!!! India is shining again. You must be thinking that this guy has gone insane in this critical situation of recession but lemme tell you what- Elections speak. They do speak, if not every other day but every couple of years.
I was literally provoked to write this as soon as I got a message in my inbox- “villages to get 24 hrs electricity supply- Govt ” . Our government has yet again set out beaming its achievements in its rule. And why not, it does have some of the greatest achievements in the Indian history to boast of. No, I am not speaking of India’s spectacular win against Australia in cricket; though many Indians would rate it higher than the successful launch of Chandrayaan ( another long debated project which finally managed to shut up its critics after global acceptance). The launch of chandrayaan once again proves India’s expertise in space technology.
Moreover the inking of the Indo-US nuclear treaty in the US senate was one of the biggest achievement for the UPA government. Very less people know that this treaty will not bear any short term fruit( maybe a decade or so!!!!) but the government is banking upon the same as its bid for a second term. There may be 4 Indians in the top 10 richest people in the world, but my question is that how does it help the common Indian?
Its said that India is a complete democracy. I would rather say that India is only politically democratic. Pity on the common stupid Indian! They would again fall an easy prey and get carried away by these frivolous remarks like India Shining, India poised or the so called Feel good factor.. So I better delete this useless message from my inbox and get goin with my work……..

Emosanal attyachaar

after a long tym a came across a movie which could effect a guy's psyche psychologically. i was tired after a long day's work and couldnt get a better breezer than DEV D.This movie appealed to me since i first saw its promos being aired. the different feel of the songs and the brilliant performance by abhay was applaudable.with a pinch of drollery, and some excellent timing of emotions kept me glued to my seat. i knw there will be many who will definitely call this a sqander of time and more importantly, money but i found it more thought provoking than, u can call , entertaining. The movie lived up to my expectation and now i think abhay deol is also making his way into the so called different league of actors.

A Different World

I realized that I was in a different world when I found myself crammed along with 14 others in an auto rickshaw with a capacity of 6. After I alighted at the Patna junction, I saw hordes of people rushing towards me yelling at the top of their voice the different locations they ought to take us. I saw some of the rickshaw owners fighting over the passengers, as who is gonna take them to his vehicle, and in the meantime , the passenger walking away to a third one smiling next to them….cunning chap.
Welcome to Bihar.
I found my bag thrown at the top of the vehicle and someone nagging at my suitcase too. After a lot of struggle I finally made him realize that I had a costly “instrument “in my suitcase called “lappy”. So the auto had 14 passengers plus an added suitcase..(Forget about the luggage overhead)..!!! As the auto went through the lanes, I couldn’t cease myself from noticing the view outside. It was completely different from what I was used to see in Bangalore. Through the dusty roads what I could manage to see was the true Bihar…..
I had to keep maneuvering my foot and the edging suitcase so that they do no brush against any other vehicle. It is January and the mercury is below 10. I saw many children with just enough rags to wear, trying to peel off the flashy posters of movies with catchy names and burn those to keep themselves warm…..but ……..for how long? I could hear the voice of wailing children and consoling mothers. The aroma of some delicious food being cooked in a thatched roof, roadside stall filled my vehicle as it went past, and I could see some boys standing outside and looking at the dishes, with the hunger inside them still churning the stomach but no penny to satisfy it. Two fat ladies with a couple of shining shopping bags were sitting on a rickshaw and the poor man, hardly weighing half of the combined weight was pulling it with all the strength he had.
The auto went on to the highway. Brushing past different vehicles, big and small. The image of rural India had started to build afresh inside my mind. The farmers were busy in their fields, the children sitting atop oxen, in the lake, and the women folk collecting fire wood for the evening meal. Everything looked so natural. I could see the true colors of India but with a tinge of poverty.
My auto reached the outskirts of Hajipur, my stop. People stared getting down at different places. Among other people in the van, I had a blind old man as one of my co passengers. He had already told the person sitting next to him to take him along with him as they were going to the same destination. Both of them got down together, I turned back and saw the person going away….leaving the blind man alone. He was shouting at the top of his voice, calling for the man….but alas…!!! He was gone…..leaving him on his own. The auto started moving ahead and I could just see the blurred image of the old man looking around, helpless.
I got down at Hajipur, was hungry since long, and so went to a restaurant on the platform. Sat down for a while but went out as I wasn’t feeling hungry anymore…………..

Third Degree..!!!

Statuary warning: The following piece is completely a work of fiction and any resemblance to any one living or dead is solely incidental.


Peeling off the nails, lying naked on an ice slab, hanging upside down are few of the things that sum up to the third degree used for outlaws. Fortunately ours is equivalently torturous but a bit different, and spans up to a couple of years.
Yeah folks, I’m talking about the three degrees a student has to undergo during his not so happy lifetime- 10th, 12th and at least his/her bachelors’. Surprised???Eh..!!! Bitter, but truth.
The torture begins as soon as the label of a board student is pasted on our foreheads. Unlimited pressure, be it from the family members, compeers, or teachers, starts mounting on us from nowhere. We were happily living our lives as juveniles without a trace of fear or a vision for future at the back of our minds. But the existence of some people in the society who are more interested in others’ household than theirs made our parents become more concerned about their status rather than our willingness to study. Albeit, we did our best to score as much as we could, it always appeared deficient. Somehow we managed to finish off our boards. But this was not the end. The game has just started.
The month of June is very critical for a would be class 11th student. Arts, Science, Commerce….What crap..!! Anyhow, overriding the present interests, and looking over for the bright future, we end up studying Science. Despite the fact that there are numerous fields which are waiting to be exploited, the dream of entering the two premier institutions viz. the IIT and AIIMS for the two respective fields are inculcated deep into our minds from the very first day. We come across various types of tortures during this two years of vigorous study where a student is expected to solve problems from Halliday Resnick to Loney to Morrison Boyd. Unfortunately, we find ourselves so much entangled between the competitive exams and our respective boards that we end up with sleepless nights and of course colleges like SSIT for our third degree…!!!!
The beginning of our third degree is very nice for most of us, when we are free from the daily chiding which we used to receive back home. Cash in our pockets, balance in our flashy cell phones, freedom to buy designer clothes and roam around wherever we want. But this freedom is short lived as we find ourselves chained and trussed up within the confines of the VTU( better known as Very Tough University). I can say that the life of a first year prisoner is the best ‘coz as soon as we climb up the stairs in the main building, we find ourselves more and more reluctant to look in to our books and are more interested towards finishing off the degree soon, however it may be. Innumerable assignments, about over 100 internals, 50 papers, and to add on, a over a dozen labs too. It truly deserves to be called a third degree!! Apart from academics, during these 4 years, we are audience to various changes that turn a playful teen into a responsible adult. Perhaps time is the best teacher and it teaches us every damn trick to survive…..’Coz it is only the fittest who are going to survive this test of endurance…………….

Destination OOTY...!!!!

I desperately neeeded a break from the strenuous college schedule. And it did come, in the form of a long planned, mismanaged, full of twists and turns, and of course a rainy trip to Udhagamandalam, better known as Ooty. We started off with a tiring bus journey from Bangalore @ 11 in the night. With tea breaks @ Mysore and another unknown location, we woke up to find lofty mountains, dense forest, sprawling grasslands and miles and miles of tea gardens greeting us!! The weather was obviously coool!! Without wasting any time, we started off for Conoor in the Beautiful Toy train chugging with a steam engine. With all the whistling and hushing, going through numerous tunnels and bridges, we reached Conoor @ noon. Our taxi driver-cum-guide took us through the picturesque locations dropping us at various points. As we went on and on, memories of beautiful moments spent in mussoorie kept flashing in my mind. The visit to the tea factory was worth it as we got the chance to see the actual process, and above all tasted 6-7 varieties of tea..!!

Next day was for Ooty darshan! We set out early for Dodabetta- the highest peak of the Nilgiri range. We left the bus 3 kms before the peak and trekked up the remaining distance. However when we reached , it started raining( as it usually happens wherever i go!!), but still we could manage to have a telescopic view.Next we headed for the boat house, rosa garden, botanical gardens and the local shopping area. And yes, how can i forget the home made chocolates!!! Yummmmm...the trip is incomplete without the great variety of chocolates Ooty has to offer!!

We headed back to our college, with beautiful memories in our minds to cherish forever........

Black Friday

Well, it was not that serious as it sounds from the title, but it did disappoint me. I am talking about Tantra- the state level technical symposium that our college hosted so well( unexpectedly!!!). I had been preparing for the paper presentation since our internals got over and had struggled a lot to find a topic worth presenting. Everything was going smooth, infact the day before, I was so well prepared that i was helping others with their papers. On the D-Day, I was pretty excited as it was fun to see so many people turn up for such an event! Everything looked so lively.I had to demonstrate my hobby project as well as the paper. I finished off with the project befor lunch and was eagerly waiting for my turn @ in the next roon for ppt.
Luckily I did well( as told by others). But I was happy for one thing. When someone from the audience asked me a question, the judge, who was supposed to screw me with more queries, himself stood up and was arguing with him on my behalf. And perhaps this was the biggest mystery of the day!! If I did well then why didn't I win?
Consolations came in flooded....Sorry i don't need it. I knew it was an easy strike. I guess its truly said-"The best man wins"!!- and I wasn't the best.

The Revolutionaries..!!!!

People like me are used to be in the limelight.It was quite sometime since i was out of it, so i had to strike back...!!!! Since the first year chicks have joined the college, the main gate closes @ 8 for the fear of ragging.(i still wonder how it prevents ragging!!!).The mess food is so good that as soon as you enter the mess you feel all filled up.It was Monday--when the dinner is so good--they serve....ummmm...dunno what kind of veg.So I, and my other 2 roomies, Vishnu and Rohit set out to have a bite @ something good so that we could give sum rest to the hungry demons inside.While going out, we managed to fool the guard somehow @ the bank gate.Everything seemed to be normal until we stepped inside the campus jumping over the back gate.....The guard @ the duty caught us and was trying his best to drag us to the main gate.And to add some spice to the story, the hostel manager came to the scene from nowhere and told the guard to catch us.....And lo...!!!then started a chor - police game....3 of us running and the 2 guards behind us...Finally we managed to get into the hostel- all three in three directions.The guard was in a dilemma.....whom to chase.???so he started off behind Vishnu and Rohit ....and unfortunately, Rohit was caught.!!!So just like 'Bhagat singh', 'Rajguru' , and 'Sukhdev', all of us resurfaced.It was a moment of pride..!!! All three of us walking with our heads held high and three guards following us to the main gate..!!and i could hear the echoes "Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil mein hai....Dekhna hai zor kitna bazuein kaatil mein hai.........."

Long live revolution.!!!
Down with imperialism..!!!!!

My School Song

Oakgrovians young and old,
Come join in cheerful song;
The honour of our school uphold,
With voices clear and strong.
We leave the plains and heat,
Our homes and friends below;
And on these rugged mountains meet,
Life's purposes to know
Our glorious valley green,
With wooded hills around;
As games we play with vigour keen,
Doth oft with shouts resound.
In classrooms and in field,
Oak Grove has made her name;
We strive and hope our time will yield,
New glories, wider fame.
We love this school of ours,
We're Oak Grove's children true;
We'll serve her in her darkest hours,
And in her glory too.
This place wherein we live,
Fair gem of this earth's crown;
Claims earnest work which we must give;
Regardless of renown.
And when we leave Oak Grove,
Embarking on life's seas;
We'll never forget the school we love,
But loyal to her be.
In future years we pray,
God's blessing she may see,
And that her sons and daughters may,
"IN ALL THINGS FAITHFUL BE".

O.G. Dictionary

Hey people..!!! Here i am with my first blog on OAK GROVE-the best place i have ever been to,the place i spent the best eight years of my life.......

"The O.G. Dictionary"
Waise to use of slangs is pretty common these dayz , but ours was a bit different.......

Chick : This was the name given to us when we graduated from junior school
and stepped into senior boys' school . You just need to shout " oye chick" and will find around 10 guys coming up to you shouting back
"yes sir"..!!!!

Get down: The most usual command to become a murga.


P.D. : Public Dhunning-the event of whole class beating a particular guy.

C.K. : Care Keeping- the job, usually of a class eighth guy, to see whether
any teacher is around or not, while the seniors had the luxury of
massage,watched movies,and ragged us.

Sneak : Leak information/ complain to teachers

Fagging : Usually this has reference to smoking,but as i told you, ours was a bit different.The seniors used to bat and bowl, and we were always
fielding.This could mean that just two of the seniors could play the
whole day and we ended up "fagging".

Jhits : Acronym for Jharipani-the location of our school.

Jhits fall : Another beautiful place, a wonderful waterfall-unexplored, unexploited
we used to bunk off to, on holidays.Perhaps a tourist hot spot now.

Moos : Acronym for Mussoorie.

G.P. : "Ganji Pahadi" - Another beautiful place to bunk.The ambience was so
serene,soothing. You will just love the place.As far as i remember,
it got its name from a vast stretch of land, kind of hillock, with
beautiful grass and no shrubs.

Daem : Damsels-really extinct species..!!!!

Check : Throw

Dhobs : Our dhobi- the washerman.

Zhakh : Last

I think there are many more.........oakgrovians , plz help..!!!