Can't Escape those Lucknow-wallahs...
Here my friends is a post that comes straight from the heart, a stirring moment of beauty and vulnerability where i reveal all the moments that i have shared with these guys. For, those who still haven't figured out my tongue in cheek humour, idiots, these Lucknow-wallahs have made my life "interesting," for the want of a better word. This story, as with all my stories start with my entry into college and my meeting with the first of this species. Again for ease of reference we'll call him LW1. LW1: This particular creature (again, for the want of a better word), was one of the few guys whose intellectual level matched mine in my year, and let me tell you there were quite a few pretenders. He was nosy, incessantly irritating but a man of great drive and motivation. He took upon himself the unenviable task of trying to get me to work, which later compounded to hellish levels with the arrival of Messrs Zain Taha and Robin Chatterjee. Without the presence of this man the...