Sunday, 21 October 2012

Strange Game...(part 2)

 All of us were demoted/ promoted to the standing position and now the secretary was in front of the inspector.
 "So Mr. Secretary. Can you tell me Mr.Gandhi's daily routine?" asked the inspector leaning back on the sofa.
 "Yes Sir.." He opened his diary. " He used to wake up at 4 in morning, do his early activities and come down at 4.45 to have break fast. After having break fast which took fifteen minutes to half an hour, he used to go into the library and read for two to four hours. At 7 as the news paper arrives he used to sit in the balcony and rad it for an hour having coffee. At 10 he used to leave for his lab which is few kilo meters  away from the house. Lunch would arrive at office at 1.30 in afternoon and a tea session with all his co-workers at 4. At 5.30 he used to come back home, refresh himself had one more tea, then sit in his cabin in his room to write his notes. mean while he also used to narrate me if there was any change in next days schedule. Dinner at 8.30 and off to bed at almost 10." 
 Every body was looking at him as he was reciting the secrets of the golden treasure. 
"Hmm.. did he said something suspicious last night?" asked inspector.
"Yes sir.." he replied.
"What?" inspector asked leaning forward.
"He said one boy will come to meet me. I called him." was his answer.
All the eyes turned towards me. I was standing with an innocent face.
"So what's suspicious in it?" asked inspector.
"He didn't call any body since last ten years by himself. All his calls were made by me" replied the secretary.
"But I didn't get any call yesterday.." I popped.
The inspector showed me a palm. I shut my mouth.
"Why did he called the guy?" asked inspector.
"Actually he was going to make some changes in his will. May be that's why.." he replied.
"May be??"
"Yeah because he was going through his will since a few days" 
"What was in his will?" asked the inspector.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Strange Game...

   I was standing roadside with my bag looking at the natural beauty around. The trucks were exhausting beautiful black smoke while the wheels were throwing tiny silicon particles which entered into noses and brought out the wonderful sneeze with some amazing semi-solid material.
   I was standing on the road waiting for someone to receive me at 5 o'clock in morning. The huge trucks travelling around me with huge speed were teasing me for they were moving with a destination and I was as stationary as a pole. A complex feeling was entering my mind that I was fooled by some one and my entire monthly savings with a day was wasted.
   One week ago..
   I was busy doing some very overcautious experiments with explosives when I got the call. (By the way I am a scientist trying to blow away the world creating some extra ordinary atomic explosive but could not create more than fireworks for STANDARD).
   "Hello, Can I talk to Mr. Amish Joshi?" from other side of phone.
   "Yes I am speaking, Can I know who is it?" (As I got very few calls for me in lab, I tried to be more generous).
   "Good after noon sir, I am secretory of Mr. Ashish Gandhi from Dehradun. Can I have a minute talking with you.
   My ears could not believe the words. Mr. Gandhi was one of the renowned scientist of India who had worked on many nuclear projects for the country. At last  my efforts had brought me fruits. Good bye full-zhadi, farewell lawagi  now I am set for some big-bags (yaahwieeeee......).
  "Yeaaaaa.... yes... I am... please tell me what can I do for you?" I replied (Dhinkachika dhinkachika....)
  "Actually Mr. Joshi saw your reports and they are very excited to meet you. So how much time are you making him wait is what he wants to know?" was the reply cum question from other side.
  "I.. I am so... one minute" I put down the receiver on the table and started to express my happiness with the  most traditional zhinga-la-la-hu dance of our country. Soon I was done and was back on the phone " When  can..I mean When should I come to meet him...I mean is there any time scheduled for me?" I asked him.

Sunday, 22 April 2012

THE BASTARDS-5

  Police van, roads full of pits, company of top class rapists of the city and myself behind the bars. These were he only days left for me to be in with my bastard friends. 
  "Can I make a call?" I asked a officer sitting by side.
  "No, I am out of balance" He replied.
  "I have a mobile"
  "Then make a last call" he said.
  "Last call?" I was surprised.
  "Because when I see you using your mobile officially then I'll snatch it and break it into pieces like a ruthless police officer" he replied with a devil smile.
  I swallowed the air in fear. Though I had a antique cell phone model but still loved it very much. life was much important and if I stay in jail for the night then it will be the end of my life in society.
  I decided to make a call. "Hello...Rocky please save me buddy or my life would be ruined. Please help me dude" I wept as the call was connected.
  "Don't worry dude, We are on our way. Just wait for fifteen minutes." saying this he hung up.
  "What in the hell is he going to do in fifteen minutes" words were dancing in my mind.
  Suddenly a head fell on my shoulder and a current flew though my entire body. It was of a dirty looking man who was in deep sleep at 2 o'clock. He must be doing the same what he missed at the brothel. 

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

THE BASTARDS-4

  Hyderabad is the busiest city I have ever seen. The crowded streets with posters of verities of  biriyani's at cheaper rates was amazing us. The enormous structure which resembled ancient prosperity of Indian architecture were visible at every kilometer. Along with it buildings with latest architecture were also eye catching, though it was not an out come of Indian architecture intelligence.
  Meeting people over there was a very different experience. The city had maximum number of I.T professionals and the professionals were professionals in real sense. These people have the knowledge of almost every Language used for software development and when asked how they know them all, they said "Every language is a successor of some other one and that in turn is a successor of some other, hence the basic concept behind every language is the same. Having thorough learning of basics can make you perfect in any programming language in the world".
  This is where we lack. We jump into new languages every semester washing away the previous one, hence the overall knowledge becomes more or less equals to zero.
  "You know what?, there are many people who pretend to be intelligent but very few people who are genius. If used right people at right place, our country can make a huge fortune" Meenakshi said when we were leaving out of the I.T complex.
  "Very true" replied Vicky.

Friday, 6 April 2012

THE BASTARDS-3

  Twenty Thousand INR were sufficient for three of us to enjoy the trip in royal style. The news of four monitors missing from the lab became a sensation next day, but that was not going to affect the trip as every thing was booked. The attendant had a suspicious eye on us, but if he had demonstrated his doubt in public then it would have been like hitting his own leg with an ax, as he would have been caught into unnecessary interrogation of management. Also his previous records which were deep buried, which in turn involved many big names of the college also didn't allow him to doubt on us or anybody else.
  Viky was the last person in college we would imagine to mess up with. Many said that he had a secret crush on Meenakshi and didn't liked her roaming with us. But being the class representative he had many restrictions.
  "Hey Meenu, Why don't you occupy your seat in the bus?" Vicky came up to Meenakshi who was very worried standing out side the bus.
  "Thanks Vicky" she gave him a smile saying SHUT-UP-AND-DO-YOUR-WORK.
  "Waiting for someone" he asked.
  Meenakshi didn't respond.
  "Bastards, right?"
  Now, this was end of her tolerance. She turned to him and was ready with her weapons to fire at him when we arrived on my antique bike, triple seated. 

Sunday, 25 March 2012

THE BASTARDS-2

  The plan was FULL-PROOF. As always. We were going to follow the same plan that we undertook one year to rob the physics lab. One man was going to stand at the door, another man on the terrace and one inside the room. The man at door will watch for any danger, the man inside will pack the things into a bag and will attach to    rope tied at the window. The man on the terrace will pull the bag by the rope and the things to be stolen will be out of the lab. Next thing will be to get the far end of the building which is closer to the college boundary wall and with full force the bag will be thrown out of the campus. 
  This was the previous plan. A well designed, framed and well executed but failed as we didn't thought about the breakage of utensils as we threw the bag from the height. Though some of the utensils like thick glass beakers and iron gauge were not broken and generated an amount of almost 1500 bucks. 
  But this time, the shot worth 20,000 bucks. Hence a lot more handling and care was to be employed. Rocky was busy on terrace making a pulley like machine which he called will do the vengadium-leviyosa task. He had brought a steel pipe and two copper wires almost 100 meters in length. He fixed the pipe horizontally with a iron rod inside which made the pipe roll freely on it. The rod was fixed to wall with two connectors on either side. The bag was huge enough to contain four LCD monitors, and was tied with the copper wire on both the side for pulling it.
  Ishan was positioned on the entry of the lab to see whether someone was coming. I was inside to clean the Lab. 
  Thursday was chosen as the day, as the trip was scheduled from Saturday to the entire coming week. Also Thursday had five lectures in succession and It was damn sure that no one was going to attend the practicals. The lab will be empty and the period during which the attendant will be having his lunch will be used for the robbery. 

Thursday, 22 March 2012

THE BASTARDS

 "BULL SHIT.. I am not coming".
 "But why??"
 "I don't have money"
 "But why don't you have money?"
 "Because I don't have money"
  Rocky (The ultimate Bastard) and Ishan (The stupid bastard) were yelling on me (The unluckiest bastard). Our college had organized an industrial visit (So called) to Hyderabad and I was in no mood to join. Actually I had the mood but scarcity of money made it "sour grapes" for me. 
 "You have got money to spend on that crap vehicle, you have money for those bull shit novels and you don't have money for the academic tour, right?" asked Rocky.
 "Ya, that's right. And for your kind information that crap drives us home. So please before saying any word about it think about your way back home because if she hears it and gets angry, then we have a big reason to worry" I said pointing towards my grand father's age bike.
 "Oh man, we'll figure out some way to get you money. Isn't it Rocky?" said Ishan winking towards Rocky.
  Rocky gave back his ULTIMATE-DEVIL'S-SMILE.  
 "I..AM..HAVING A very bad feeling...." I drank the last drop of saliva in my throat.
THE BASTARDS

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Boycott LOVE...

  Guys,Today I am going to discuss a very crucial,deadly topic that is responsible for ruining the young generation. LOVE. You propose a girl she says NO, You again propose a GIRL she says I'M CONFUSED, you once again propose the GIRL and tada....SHE IS YOUR GIRL FRIEND. Have you ever noticed the degradation or up-gradation in the thinking of the GIRL day by day. I mean the girl who was never interested in you one day becomes confused another day and the third day RELATIONSHIP STATUS CHANGED!!
  Is it because the boy used to tell her everyday how she felt about her, and for taking rid of the boring speech every day, she agreed? 
  Or is it because the boy was truly in love with her and the girl realized his feelings?
  Or is it because some one told her that the boy has a very heavy bank balance!!
  In anyway girls don't have any feelings for the boys, it's always the boys who EAT-SHIT!!
  HOW?? 
  I'LL TELL YOU...
  
  When you are in relationship with the girl, you come across many truth's that you may not even know being a friend. She says"I always loved you, but you know my family problems" (How does family problems relate to not loving a boy, and if it does then are the problems over now?) "I always wanted to talk with you, but you were always busy with others" (Which means I knew you will come crawling on my knees some day or the other)..

Friday, 27 January 2012

The Cool Age (A short film)

Plot: It is a story of three friends Sam (A super cool guy who doesn't care of anything in outer world) Rahul (A super flirty guy who wants to be the boyfriend of the most gorgeous girl in world) and Paras (A super shy and studious guy who has very high ambitions). The story starts with the first day of trio in the college through various ups and downs and finally ends when the three pass out as engineers.

Characters: Sam (Swarup Pal "2nd year Mechanical YCCE"), Paras (Ashish Sawant "2nd year I.T PIET") Rahul (Vishwas Bhagwat "2nd year Computer Technology PCE"), Avantika (Rupali Kukudkar), Dad (Harish Dewase), Professor (Sanket Raut "4th year I.T GNIET") and BHAI (Nikhil Jagnade "2nd year I.T J.D College of engineering")

Edited By: Sandeep Thakre, Sanket Raut, Prashant Ganbhoj

Organised by: Roshan Chaudhari, Chetan Parate, Tushar Dongre, Prashant Ganbhoj

Camera: Ganesh Radke, Swarup Pal, Sandeep Thakre

Concept,Story,Screenplay and Directed by: Sandeep Thakre