THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE - the industrial visit of 2005

Most people generally think INDUSTRIAL VISIT and Fun, Excitement n Adventure don’t come in the same sentence……well they’re right it doesn’t…UNLESS……..you are a part of fybmm class of Wilson and have the bestest professor ever taking you.(excuse the grammar couldn’t come up with something better than the best).
Now lets go about 6 days back in time to 7th October the day we left for our industrial visit to baramati and satara. All our bags were packed, We were ready to go. In the morning I went and submitted my short film which was sooooo fuckin awesome my joy got a headstart. Our meeting time was around 1:00 and true to my nature I reached there at about 1:30 and true to the colleges nature the bus didn’t leave before 2:00.
We had hired 2 busses for the trip ours contained most of the rock music lovers and two guitar players…in short the more lively part of the class considering all people did in the other bus was sleep and watch movies (ok that’s not so bad as well :p).well the journey was fun……for the first four hours then the fun level slowly began dropping until Fun turned into frustration and an incredible amount of laziness. finally after 9 long hours we reached baramati, our first destination.
We were put up in hostels at VIIT (vidya samant institute of information technology…not to be confused with IIT) we were 3 in a room so obviously me n my 2 best buddies dorris and sidd shared one. Our days were filled with industries and our nights were filled with cigarettes and drinks (obviously illegally).so its little wonder that our nights were better than our days. And to top it all we had a friend who’d get high with even a small sip of OLD MONK n ohh man was he funny we he was drunk hed take everyone’s case n everyone even let him cuz he was sooo fuckin hilarious we laughed all the way from 10:00 pm-3:00 pm…ohh n jus for the record incase some people are wondering the booz was sponsored by our vey own sidd. It was his bday on the 9th but generous soul that he his he sponsored the drinks for the entire trip n in turn we gave him a birthday he’d never forget(cheers again sidd). But to give the days a little credit id say the industries we visited taught me a lot about rural India. Infact on the morning of the day we left for satara we had an interaction session with SHARAD PAWAR, a very knowledgeable politician who has a great deal of influence on baramati (incase a certain sahirr is still a little doubtful).
After 3 wonderful days we left for satara. The journey there was shorter but excepting for the location the lodge we were put up in sucked. I say location because the lodge had a wine shop in its freakin compound. So when we entered the place I thought id died and reached heaven, but the moment I got into my room I realized that heaven was any place but there. I mean the room was the size of a prison cell and that too a very decrepit one.
Our bathroom was the eighth wonder of the world, because when u pulled the flush the water came out of a freakin hole in the wall just next to the pot so along with your feaces it’d wash u off as well. Its was like taking a dump and having a shower at the same time.
But again that dint stop us from partying….I guess where there’s a will there’s a way… We scouted for a friends room which was bigger than ours since they were 4 in a room. Our first night contained the same type of enjoyment there and our days the same type of industries.
It all went well till the evening of the afternoon of the second day when we went to visit the fields of some nomadic tribe school. We were to see the farms n then head to a waterfall. Soo we got done from the fields and climbed into our respective busses but as fate would have it the front right wheel of the bus in front of us got stuck in a big ass ditch kinda thing. Soo the macho students in that bus got down n tried to push it out but ended up pushing it futher into the ditch….we were told we had to wait there till a crane arrived because the road was soo small that even the second bus couldn’t leave until this one was moved. So me n a few pals sneaked out of there to a nearby river……we were hot……….we were tired…..and…we were bored so 3 guesses as to what we did next. Within a span of 10seconds all 5 of us were topless and into the chilled water. man that was an experience u don’t get in Mumbai. We were joined 15 minutes later by our entire goddamn class. The guys jumped in while d chicks just wet their legs and took snaps pf the guys swimming n burnt in jealosy cuz GIRLS with clothes on + WATER doesn’t really equal up to a whole lotta fun for them. We finished our swim n got back only to find that the crane still hadn’t arrived n we would have to go to the school by tractor and wait till it did. So a few guys stayed back with sir while the rest headed to the school (I wanted to stay back but sir said he wanted me to take care of the chicks so…………:p)
We reached the school n were extremely bored, so we decided to look around n what do we see a DHABA which actually served eggs…I dint mention this earlier but throughout the trip we were served nothing but veg food that could make me hurl n there wasn’t even a restaurant that served non vegetarian food around the places that we were put up in and I starved cause if there’s one thing I cant adjust to its not having non vegetarian food.soo u can imagine my surprise when I saw eggs. I had 4 omelets with 7 buns and cutting chai….whew was I satisfied…well the other guys got back walking since the crane wouldn’t come until morning and were famished n thirsty…unfortunately all they got to eat was farsan since the DHABA had shut by then.*sighs with sadness*(sorry doriss but the* kinda fit the occasion so thought id use them). We were sent back to a restaurant near our lodge in the school pricinciple’s cars (god bless his soul) which made about 5 trips till it got us all there.
We ate n went back to our lodge now booring people n loosers would say they were tired and would hit the sack but we weren’t one of them now were we…so as expected we partied again.in the morning we had the best session ever where each person in class had to put a blank sheet of paper on their back n whoever had anything nice to say to that person had to go n write it on that sheet I must say I was more than touched I never expected so many people to say gud stuff about me…some of the writings were a little creepy though but were fun all the same.
We left there at 1:pm and reached here at 9:pm. We had a ball on the way back as well since we managed to sneak in a bottle of old monk into the bus as well. I know I sound like a drunkard n all but trust me this trip brought out the drunkard In me n put it back to sleep the moment the trip got over n plus im BAWA so its very rare that I get drunk (mind blowing capacity).Reached home, took the best dump ever, had a hot bath and then had chilly garlic prawns for dinner.
WAT a trip *sighs again* I miss it man…I reely reely miss it. But im sure ill have many more especially as long as I have my friends and mr sudhakar with me. That man's a genius hes like the coolest n best sir iv ever had.U know a friend once told me that in all ur life there will be one person who will always influence n inspire u…in my case that could ne no one except Mr sudhakar I luv u sir WE all luv u.

-shahvan