The Great Gatsby

What do you do when you have a carton full of awful smelling deodorant in your wing.
a) you use it to ward off the seasonal insects 
b) you spray it on someone who annoys you (locking the room from outside and spraying through the window is a classic finishing move)
c) you conduct incineration and pyrotechnical experiments on every material known to man.


M, K and Chacha embark on one such experimental mission. Having exhausted all possible objects of minimal utility, they scourge the wing for something unique, something that, when put on fire, shall be a sight to behold. The Boomer Boy latches up his door afraid that trouble may soon find its way into his room. But the trio are persistent. The decade old cult trophy in chacha's room catches their eye.


M makes a lunge for it. The sudden impulse is too much for the poor trophy and it dismantles. The heavy brass plate attached on top flies across the room, bangs Chacha in the forehead, deflects, and lands on G's laptop, ripping of 3 keys in the process. G is a sight holding his head in his hands and looking dazed as he usually does. The laptop with an eyepatch is now officially handicapped. And yes Chacha's forehead is a bloody mess.


What follows is a mad rush to arrange for cotton, dettol and a good quality camera. Chacha, meanwhile has burst into a fit of inexplicable laughter. A course of action he often resorts to, when put under duress (case in point : Birthday). M on the other hand is in shock and awe. M helps chacha on his way to the bathroom, stares wide-eyed at his hands and shakes his head, "Fuck! i have Chacha's blood on my hands!"


The awesome threesome are busy stringing words together, oblivious to the pandemonium outside. The hero lights up a smoke and mutters something about a premonition.An ambulance is called.


The Doc in the emergency ward might never have set her eyes on a more jolly bunch. Chacha, with his million watt smile and blood on his forehead presents a study in contrast. Thinking K mite be the more responsible of the lot, she asks him for details.


Doc: How did this happen?
K : (a nice little story)
Doc : yeh smell kaisi hai?
K : er..Dettol?!
Doc : That doesn't smell like Dettol
K(sniffs around) : Oh that! Deo.
Doc (aghast) : Use Deo lagaya?
K : No doc use nhi khud lagaya.
Doc : Itni raat gaye?
K : nahi, pehle lagaya tha.
Doc (flustered) : freshies ho kya?!


The formalities are done. Chacha decides to get stitches to avoid scars and a depreciation in his market value. But a bit of hair has to be cleared away for that. The ward boy walks in with a swagger and groggy eyes. Not trusting him with a razor, the nurse hands it to the floor sweeper, who does a pretty decent job. Chacha demands a pic to be taken (again!).


M and K request to be present while the stitching took place but are shooed off. With nothing better to do they snigger away and finish the grub meant for Chacha. Instructions and medicine are handed over. The nurse while clearing away the clutter, inadvertently, pokes the anesthesia needle into chacha's leg sending him into yet another laughing fit. They make it back to the ambulance without further mishaps. Returning back from the hospital, the gravity of the situation finally dawns on chacha and he exclaims, "abe, Sophia's jana tha yaar!!"


Its almost 4am when they get back. The awesome threesome is still busy stringing words. The Hero is up and watching a soap... The quizzing season has begun
:)