Now for those of you who are cursing me for labelling such a vivid description of one's positives as a WARNING, you better believe me. And if u still don't want to believe, sigh..., god help your soul.
This epitome of CUTENESS is by far the most witty chum around. Although, things were not always like this. The following stages describe the journey of this biker boy:
Stage 1: Stage code- Does he speak???
First year in college, was like his first day at school!! He was sitting in the most boring of the 3 rows of our coveted female flooded division. I hardly have any memory of talking to him or even listening to his voice during the entire first semester. But one thing was very clear- words or no words- he still was the CUTEST BOY! :P
Stage 2: whew!! he does speak... early mentions of the baatli...
To our pleasant surprise, he actually spoke! And as soon as he did that, almost automatically he was poached by the fairer(not necessarily) sex. He was first hit on by an african american chica, who fell in love with his strikingly bright PINK t-shirt. People started to tease him, wid dis chica and also for some other endeavours( his gandhian approach) and then for the very first time came a warning- " mai abhi kuch nahi bol raha.. par jis din meri BAATLI khul gayi, saale sab pachtaoge". Foolishly, we laughed it off. Btw any guesses as to wat pick-up line the chicas used on him?? Yeah! U guessed it right-" ******, tu kitna CUTE hai!! ". :D
Stage 3: a trip to remember... ;-)
And the inevitable finally happened. The BAATLI was finally opened!! To this day, i keep on wondering the reason for the opening, but my intellect fails me. Finally i blamed the fiasco on the famous bumpy ride of the ST BUS that took us to saputara- the place where the baatli was broken. It was as if we were seeing some divine intervention of sorts, the guy had changed! Our supposedly shy and timid friend had suddenly turned a new leaf. Overnight, he became the terror of every individual of the class. His weapon- highly witty and amazingly funny WORDS! Such was the impact of his commentary on the chicas of the class, that they were found going into their rooms for short time intervals for some unknown reason(stop running ur dirty minds.. they might be taking notes.. :P) and then coming back to hear the magical words! Suddenly, his CUTENESS levels had skyrocketed!
Stage 4 : battle ready - agent el diablo!
The transformaton is complete. Agent el diablo was born as soon as we kicked off our final year. Tales of his bravery and excapades of his captures( the opposite sex- fairer sadly doesnt apply to our college) became cult stories. Right from the african american fanactics, to the highly BHARTIYA metallic compunds and through the various JUICE vendors- this guy was the talk of the town. Noone in his/her sane mind takes panga with him, because the consequences are quite serious. He just rips u apart and blows u off just by using the very same weapon- CUTELY UTTERED WORDS! Chicas laugh endlessly after listening to him and some even end up wetting their eyes(and possibly........ kya soch rahe ho??? their handkerchiefs!!). :P :D
Inspite of all his heroics and his staggering development as covered in the above stages, el diablo still remains an acute gandhian. However much he tries, ultimately he ends up following gandhiji! Here's a genuine wish from cH@mP@k and BHAISAAB- plss become a gandhian ngneer.. we would be really happy! :-)
Some key notes:
agent code: el diablo
weapon speciality: carefully constructed insults- which directy attack the medulla oblongata
vehicle: a mean red machine- prone to piston damages( i told u hero honda rocks! :P)
favourite targets: bittoo, mdr23, bhaisaab, champak
how to instigate him: just tell him he is CUTE!! :P
weakness: his gandhian heart!
CHEERS!!
cH@Mp@k
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