Our Very Own Gas Master
Life at IIFT was never going to be easy and neither was I expecting it to be. I’ve been through the so called Hostel Life during my engineering years and I’ve been there, seen this and done that. Life can be very monotonous if it isn’t for the awe inspiring and colourful characters who you’ll invariably bump against in a hostel. IIFT has been no exception. I was thinking about starting off my blogging career and what better way to start than to talk of our very own Gas Master. You’ll come to appreciate the entire concept and importance of gas here at IIFT once I’m through with this blog.
It’s been only three weeks here and already we’ve been able to categorize our mates here in accordance to their forte. I, for one, am unparallel at sleeping almost anywhere imaginable and perhaps unimaginable but that is not the topic of discussion today. Like in any classroom you will definitely find a group of eager students pretty desperate to impress the lecturer or perhaps someone else. It’s no different here. Here at IIFT we’ve some bajuwords (read buzzwords). These enthusiasm personified characters are tagged for their ACP (Arbitrary Class Participation) and DCP (Desperate Class Participation). Incidentally our DCP king is also our Gas Master; apna very own Naval Goel!
Why exactly Naval has the dubious distinction of being crowned the Gas kingpin will be evident in a little while. Just keep reading. It was just another soporific, innocuous statistics class. I wouldn’t have been able to recall the class today if it wasn’t for the antics of Mr. Naval Goel. The topic of discussion in class was probability and the lecturer was using that historical cliche of the two die. He had just finished saying that obtaining a 3 and a 4 are two different cases and was about to proceed with a more complex example when entered the scene the Gas Master. “I’ve a question sir,” he said with curiosity blazing in his eyes. “Sir, in that case if we get a 4 and a 4 then they should be considered as two different cases, right?” Though no one will ever doubt Naval Goel’s IQ level (he’s a very intelligent chap) but whether that was a genuine doubt or he did it on purpose, no matter how obscure that purpose may be, I’ll never know. It’s gas at its very best. I don’t know about the lecturers but to the students Naval has been catapulted to an iconic status in no time. He has mastered the art of opening his mouth at the wrong time and at the wrong place. Strangely he invariably gets away with it. Probably it’s his all-thirty-two-out face or maybe the lecturers just consider it below their dignity to react to his stupidity. Attribute it to his ever smiling countenance or his friendly know-all nature, you actually end up thanking him for his foolhardiness. If not for him and his likes classes would have been a painful drudgery.
Naval’s escapades can fill up a diary as thick as our Kotler perhaps. Ask him why he does this and you will a grave reply, “Arrey yaar kisiko tho responsibility lena padega na thum sleepy boys ko jagake rakhne ka.” In a way he is right. I can’t fault his impeccable logic. Never mind the fact that the gas emitting from him can be very often downright asphyxiating. As if he’s permanently afflicted with acute acidity but he’s not perturbed and we are slowly getting used to this very arbitrary gassing. If you guys want to know more about gassing and the intrigues of the Gas King please feel free to let me know. After all he sits right next to me in class. I have often considered wearing a gas mask. Okay, I admit, that was a sad one but then so much of gas is bound to have its effects, isn’t it?
——————-> By Niladri