Memoirs from the good old days

One of my college mate got married yesterday. One of my classmate, moreover my labmate is getting married in July. The guy who is marrying her must be lucky. I have seen no other girl as patient as she is. She has tolerated me, Ragav and Anilesh for an entire semester in the mechanical lab and our quixotic ideas in doing the experiment and getting the readings. We used to draw the graphs which were so ideal that even Bernoulli would have doubt regarding the credibility of his principle. For those who are ignorant about Bernoulli: he was a barber in a saloon near our college.
The mechanical lab was the most incidental in my college life apart from Nov 18th, a day before CAT, which I may post later. Their was a procedure during the lab days that we have to get the rough record signed the day after the lab and the fair one before the next lab if we do not need to attain a state of nirvana for the next lab day. I still don't know, was it because of our sharp memory or due to our belief in SATAN, dangerous than the real version, we forgot to do all those things. We went to see the Prof a day before the lab only to find ourself in a situation which cannot get worse, he left to Dubai the day before to promote our college, among NRIs. We really didn't want to miss the lab so we decided to be creative. At that time I was famous(I don't lie) for forging the signature of our hostel warden so that guys didn't have to wait for him to go home. In fact I have given the inmates more number of permissions than him. The warden really was a good guy. So I(no we!!) decided to forge the signature yet again. I took the blessings of Maman, god of all forgery and malpractices, and I tried. SUCCESS!! Ragav and Anilesh(he did it himself in the end) were in complete praise for my skill in the area. I bragged myself in front of girls that if anyone wants to get your record signed, just come to me !!
Days and months passed by We still were the kings in class. The D day has come. the day of viva voce. We packed ourself with each and every concept in fluid mechanics in a such a manner that we feared that we may be conferred a Doctorate for our effort. It was a group viva, so your relative performance really matters. Anilu went and started answering with ease. Then came the moment. We saw his rough record fluttering in the air. At first we thought that the professor impressed with his answering skills asked him to write the equation for the trajectory of the record. It was Ragav who discoeverd the real reason. He was caught for forging the SIGNATURE. We started sweating. Then came our turn. He asked us "has anyone in our group forged my signature?". I started crying to get Prof's sympathy and said"Evil made me do that mistake." Surprised to see me crying Ragav also copied me. It didn't have any effect on him. He started saying this is our last day in college, he is going to complain to Director. He really scared us a hell, really. He calmed down a little and started asking where we are from.
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