Good morning senior saar

College is the best thing that ever happened to me and I’d go back given a chance. To my knowledge almost everyone would, so big deal. As part of the flashback series we continue from where we let off in the previous post. For those who’ve come in late, a quick recap. Me and a friend ragged a girl while oblivious to the fact that she was a lecturer on her first day. As fate would have it, she was assigned to take labs for us. When she entered the lab and announced that she would be taking charge for the semester, me and my friend hid under the tables. We’ve been hiding under the desk for three days now, so let me tell you what happened in the promised part-2.

Ms.Yellow Chudidaar was at the other side of the lab introducing herself to the students while I was trying to come up with a escape plan. People around us noticed that we were hiding under the table and soon everyone in the the last two rows had noticed. The dreaded
call began
and I hadn’t
yet thought
of an escape plan
The dreaded roll call began and I hadn’t yet thought of an escape plan. Unable to bear the multiple kya hua’s from everyone my smart ass friend told them that his SIM card had fallen somewhere. Another moron offered to help and joined us under the tables. So now we had one guy planning an escape, one almost ready to shit in his pants and one who was looking for a non-existent SIM card! The door was far away and the windows were grilled, so the only plan was to stay put for as long as possible and then sneak away when one of our so-called-studious girls ask Ms.Yellow Chudidaar their impression-ke-liye doubts. I was roll no 15 and my buddy was 23, we had mutually agreed to remain silent, while the third guy was still looking for the SIM card! Ms.Yellow Chudidaar rattled of the numbers and soon arrived at 15, at that point I so badly wished there were a hundred numbers between 1 and 15.

Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: fifteen (no answer)
Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: fifteen (everybody turn to the last row)
Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: Is he here? (I signal to the SIM card guy)
SIM Card guy: Hasn’t come today maam.

She then went on with the remaining numbers when suddenly my buddy’s conscience awoke. At call for 23 I saw him giving me the look. Little did I know that it was an indicator for what was to follow and he stood up and answered for the call of 24. In the process his head hit the desk again and he also gave out a yell. Ms.Yellow Chudidaar who was looking at the register all this while, looked up and was startled to see two guys who had stood up and answered to 24. You may call it an act of stupidity or bravery but he was ready to face this demons. I wanted to bang his head on the bus for his stupidity but was also awe of him for standing up.

Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: What is going on here? Who are you by the way? (pointing to my buddy)
Buddy: Maam, I’m sorry I’m 23.
Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: What were you doing when I called your number?
Buddy: Was looking for my SIM card under the table (that bastard had the whole class laughing)
I was all-in at this moment and went for broke. I stood up carefully without hurting my head
Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: Who are you and what were you doing there?
Me: 15 here Maam, I was helping him look for the SIM card (even louder laughter and some guys banged the desk like the lok sabha)
Ms. Yellow Chudidaar: Silence please! Meet me after the lab if the two of you want attendance.

We sat down silently and the roll call continued, we didn’t speak to each other for the next 60 minutes. Despite everyone asking/IMing us we tried very hard to shrug them off and genuinely played the SIM card story. The next 60 minutes were the shortest in my life for it only seemed like 10 minutes before the bell rang. Everyone left the lab and we were the only ones left along with Ms.Yellow Chudidaar. As we trudged towards the lecturers desk, I was preparing an i-am-sorry speech in my head. Just I was about to speak, My so-called-clever buddy interjected.

Buddy: Come on maam, we didn’t do anything serious na! (I was totally zonked by his statement)
Ms.Yellow Chudidaar: What do you mean? and how dare you rag a lecturer? (Time for damage control as I prepare fro the worst)
Me: We are extremely sorry maam but you look so young and anyone can mistake you for a student. (The youth card always works with women)
Ms.Yellow Chudidaar: (In no mood for flattery) What are your names, let me report you to the HOD. Don’t you know that ragging is banned?
Buddy: We only asked you your name, details etc and made you to do a salute, can’t you forgive us? Plus my friend here began the ARS!

ARS stood for Anti Ragging Squad and that was the last thing that I needed. What followed was some of the most embarrassing moments and we tried everything but ‘pair pakadna‘. She was a recent graduate and let us off with a smart bargain. I wonder if it was our begging skills or my charm that worked on her, lets stick to the former! To save my skin I had to ensure that my gang never missed a lab and attended all her classes. That included free lunches and other stuff to persuade people to attend lab and not the volley-ball court. Till the last day, if there was no one around Ms.Yellow Chudidaar would always greet me with a ‘Good Morning Senior Saar‘. Every time that happened I felt like digging a hole in the ground and hiding my head.

However this didn’t stop me from keeping a watch on the freshers!

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  • Lol @ the fallen sim card. Super story.
    Good morning senior saar indeed. :D

    me: I wonder how we came up with that!

    • I have some more stories about him rife with such stupidity! Ping me sometime!

      • shaat upp yuvar mouth eye say! naasty pellow, doin image damaje faar me…

      • Okka facebook message pumpisthandi. We will cheppify there, ok a? :D

  • LOL! No more comments!! :P

    me: you are beginning to scare me!

  • “youth card always works with women”– ech
    And why buys just the head? fond of ostriches eh?

    me: let’s just say that I’m fascinated by long legs!

  • Lecturer iye madakita nu solra? With your charm? kalaku!

    me: Lecturer iye madakardu tappu nu sollale, madakina nalladu nu sollaren

  • @stithapragnya: Send those stories to me

    @ Max : Nice post, max ;)

    me: thank you. don’t bother bout those stories, some things are best kept under wraps!

  • ROTFL… Brightened an otherwise dull day.. Had a ooper laugh.. :)

    Thank you Saar :P

    me: yuvar welcome maam, I’m glad you liked it

  • LOL! Too much I say. :)

    *maybe I should write about my ragging experience too!*

    me: were u the ragger or the ragged?

  • haha, i thought this stuff happened only in movies

    me: movies are inspired by real stuff my friend!

  • ROTFL! Sim card? That was the best you could have come up with?!!

    me: What does does a guy have on person that is small and hard to find if lost?

  • It was an enjoyable read :) Hopefully Yellow Chudithar was not the only dress one she had.

    me: nope she had many…

  • […] Good morning senior saar […]

  • I like reading the embarrassing moments. Maybe I’m the guy who take delight in other people’s embarrassing moments.


  • @shitapragnya:I request you sir, to send in triplicate, max babbu’s ‘Yellow chudidar, Red skirts and Pink Lipstick’ and other assorted stories to me.Forthwith!
    @Babbu:Keep em coming ya. feels like college time again!:-)

    me: sure will…many stories are there….

    • maaaaamiiiii! you spelt my name horribly wrong!! *slinking away* No stories for you! :( So, the joke’s finally on me. chaa…. :(

      me: serves you right…

      • shitapragnya! roflmao!

        • Don’t laugh! Do Not Laugh! Naansense! No stories for you also! Get laaassshht! *scowl*

          • sthit: give ‘em non-Telugu folk the benefit of doubt

  • @sthitapragnya:Sorry sorry sorry, a ‘t’ got out. I didn’t mean it.
    The real truth is my keyboard’s been jumping and after 8 years i’ve grown my nails after a fancy so konjam typos ochindi.

    • Your unintended typo has made me a laughing stock! :( *pout* The hunter became the hunted! But all this notwithstanding, I do have a couple of interesting anecdotes to share! :P But the next time around, please o pleeaaasssee, make sure you type my name right, or just call me ‘Karthik’.

    • Your unintended typo has made me a laughing stock maami! :( *pout* The hunter became the hunted! But all this notwithstanding, I do have a couple of interesting anecdotes to share! :P But the next time around, just call me ‘Karthik’.

  • yes karthik, will do sir.sorry sir:-(

    • sir aa? ayyoooo maami! Waat ees this i say? i is yeng baai, enger than you no?

  • Man.. this was as gud as it can get. I could imagine the entire class ROFL. Great moments in college eh?

    @ Karthik – oh..oh! A bad miss eh? But tht shudn’t deter you from disclosing Max’s maximum lootti stories…

    me: thnx pa, glad u liked it… some stories shud not be disclosed…

  • Haha.. I dont know how I missed reading this on my reader. Ippo thaan noticed it. Aanalum college lae ivlo attagaasama? My college – very strict – bunch of seniors made me sit and tell them ‘pati vadai sutta kadhai’ with cross examination, reasoning, repeating and re-repeating. At another occasion one of them made me read a tamil newspaper – sure was entertaining (even to me).
    Btw.. Karthik, please start a series on your blog – you can call it Max madness or something. What say?

    me: yea my coll days were wild! kindly do not incite Mr.Karthik to spill beans. It could damage my reputation..

  • sim card search was out of the world…..ROTFL….
    great read…..took me back to college days….

    • I’m glad you liked it. It was the only thing we could think of that was small. In school it would be the ever faithful eraser.

      thnx for stopping by

  • That was a nice one! we had ragged our juniors too, but we had confirmed they were our juniors! our college had only our seniors as lecturers, so no chance of mistaking them! :(

  • lol!lemme ask u one Q,can u tell me the roll number of the third stupid guy who was helping yu guys?

  • Lol! That was damn funny…She actually saluted you… again you(!!), instead of saying something!! I am just dissappointed that she let you off so easily.. =p

    • Grrrr, it was in jest and that made me feel even more stupid.
      I guess it was more effective than failing me in a lab.

      nice to see you here, though

  • Really funny…College life is something which everybody will cherish for the rest of their lives..

    me: glad you liked it! welcome to this space!

  • […] Good morning senior saar […]

  • hehehehe… nice but only prob ws in part 1 itself, i guessed wht ws goin 2 happen wit ms. yellow chudidaar :D

    as far as ragging goes, im of the same opinion. its ok as long as seniors don’t go overboard. ive been beat up real bad inn my ragging but i laugh abt th whole thing nw.

  • haha… reminded me of my engineering days :)

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