Last Gatecall!!

When at Pilani I was envious of three kinds of people: Ones who could play the guitar, Ones who knew exactly what they wanted to do in life and finally the ones who got a million gatecalls a day. Well the first two were something I could do something about but the gatecalls I could do nothing about. The only alternative was to go around bribing my juniors to gatecall me and that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. In the process of waiting for someone, someday to go “114 GATECALL!!!!” I got down to playing around with some lyrics to suit the situation. Anyway I aint gonna turn your day around with them lyrics.

Understandably I had a significant amount of time to play with. I realised in my entire time at Pilani I had been gatecalled 6 times. The Pilani average stands at 10 times that number. 6!!! When that hits you consider your life dead and gone. Only 6???

What didn’t help was knowing some wingies of mine averaged 3-4 a day. One of them even ensured he got one from almost every resident of the Mal(the psenti semites girls bhawan). I’d get up every morning .. er afternoon, to realise that my buddies next door had punctually and dutifully scooted out to meet their “study partners”. It’s psentisem Godsake WHATS TO STUDY!!! I spent most of my day waiting for the dear departed( ) to return from their jaunts and they did at 11pm when there was no hope of anymore academic activity.

So the days wound down and I lost any hope there was to ever see a damsel demand my presence at the gate. Again the whine … “Whhhhhhhhhhhhiiiy??????”

As I walked the hallowed corridors of Viswakarma Bhawan in my last semester in Pilani I suddenly noticed a lady waving furiously at me. Me? Me!? Not wanting to look to eager I walked out trying to maintain my composure. And this is how the final gatecall I ever got in Pilani, Number 7, went:

“Hey Sanketh”

“Hey …”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Yeah sure!”

“Ok I need you to pass a gatecall for me!!”

(WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAT!)

“Yeah. Ok”

“I need you to do this. First check if K is there in his room. If not check if R is. If he too is out the please call N out. He doesn’t have much of a life I am sure he’ll be home.”

“Ok”

So here I was walking (again) down the hallowed corridors of VK looking around for other chaps who were obviously out indulging themselves in some lady or the other. Sometimes luck just deserts you.

Anyway the lady was someone my dear friend N wasn’t to fond of. I was absolutely sure he wouldn’t want to be called out at 1050pm to go meet her. So I decided to pass on the misery. I dutifully knocked on his door, didn’t let him know he was number 3 on the priority list, and let him know there was a lady waiting for him. He cribbed and cursed. I took pleasure in telling him that “She has especially asked for him!” He he.

Anyway this was just a digression. So 7 gatecalls in 4 years aint so bad afterall I think. Maybe I wouldn’t want to stand around at 2250 in my pyjamas listening to a gal rant and rave about some other guy.

I am good the way I am.

The End

(Did someone say Sour Grapes?)