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Tours are good in many ways. They provide a vision, a vision at the cross section of society we probably never again would be able to see. They remain in our memory for ever as the happiest days of our lives (if you are lucky). Friendships are made, strengthened, redefined and broken. If you are in the right frame of mind you could probably count on having a life changing experience on you hands.

As far as I am concerned tours have always changed my life, in one way or other, but changed quite drastically nonetheless. All the days people get to think about the millions and million of things, the lonely hours with no one to talk to, with no one to lean against is what could destroy a perfectly good tour for you. Well our little story is the manifestation of the above mentioned variables all coming together perfectly for about 50 my unluckily mentally quite stunted compatriots in civil. So the lack of intelligence coupled with lack of intellectual stimulation(which ofcourse has the prerequisite of an intellect) and abudance of negative energy(read pure evil) resulted in many technicolored dreams among the poor souls under discussion(fondest thoughts graze my mind at this point of time) . Well what resulted was an example of how a television soap( a bad one, say like manasi for godsake ) reenacted at a top technical institution could still provide as many oppurtunities for making fun of bad actors, bad direction and basically just for the heck of making fun, as much as the real thing( me reminded of sthree janmam, which is apt cos many of the actors here are sthrees too, and stupid too!!) . So now i've learned that a certain EX-civil topper(lemme see who all qualify for that...) resents the fact of having the EX affixed to her and would do anything to alievate the pain. An idea strikes her head; an accusal, but what? It has to be something serious; ahh got it. So what better than take the accusal straight to a really stupid faculty member. The task is made easy by the fact that the civil department has this as a basic character trait required for admission as a lecturer. So it does not take the unintelligent, dumb, ugly and unwitty character much time to find a suitable lecturer( refered to as P, say) . It helps that that P is here with M( that is a say too, and M qualifies well to be a civil lect.). M is ready to listen to everything P says as M apparently used to have an immense crush on P and is still now ready to kiss P's shoestrings. So the EX pours her dark heart onto the coffee table of P&M (well it was quite an observation on dasan's part to notice M took all his meals and drinks with P, how he managed to, elludes explanation), and the venom now passes from one stupid carrier to another rather slow witted carrier. The EX had help from her darker yet twin sister (whose name shall not be spoken out aloud, so CODENAME:Voldemort or V) who often makes the mistake of thinking that she actually has brain cells just because she can put some girls into a particular number of rooms. So the vortex spins on and in the mist we see all the poor hellbound civil non entities dicussing the hallucinations of many a period ridden girl.

So there are other interesting characters too. One of them, who has been pretending to be such a close friend of mine during the tour, so nice all the time, asking me to do everything for her, was infact acting out her dream of being a detective photographer. The misguided soul ( character description: the usual chorri image>fat,ugly complete with that stupid look, big reading glasses ) , who obviously is exptremely depressed about not having a guy in sometime, went running around trying to take a snap of any gal and guy sitting together. When a guy and two gals sit together, she sees a threesome through her understandably troubled eyes(someone could'nt use their toys for some days). Well, if somebody were to ask me, the ratios were wrong everywhere. Why did a big guy(lets call him hachoom) and girl who sat together all the time not figure in the P list. Well it was a honeymoon trip for them too(who knows, we did not see anything,we closed our eyes in the fear that we might see something). Then there was another one, unbelievably even stupider than the others from my personal experience, who was sleeping on anyone's shoulder. But luckily for them they are Voldemort's and EX's close buddies and hence the ratios are cut off and the stories are put back into the fridge(but we've got the keys too!!!).

So after a few days suddenly somebody spills the beans..everything is out. The scene ofcourse is pretty predictable. Counter round table and acacia conferences happen daily to counter the allegations that have arisen. The permutations handling the complexities of contact between the co-compatriots have taken a serious mathematical simplification. No one talks. But still everyone talks. So now, the characters, some who feel a lot of guilt about propogating life shattering gossips are afraid of getting beaten up by the player on the hot seat( Playa). Playa is taking it cool . He makes enquiries, jots down who are gonna get it when the time comes, makes his own hit list. The author is too busy on this front. As is evident

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