Some day in April 2007, 02:00 AM
‘Who …. Ohh Ani sir, yaar he is a good guy but a bit low at confidence.’
‘He is an average guy, good at programming because of Tarun sir’s influence. I have seen him working on codes, he is apprehensive and very non technical in approach – worried more about indentation, décor and nomenclature than the actual code.’
‘Ok here he comes … hi sir.’
As I got inside my room after the customary shower after the customary four hour sleep, I was surprised to see the juniors in my room in the wee hours of the morning, and then the very next instant I got the connection. Abhi was not in the hostel so they had, by the book, approached their secondary point of contact.
‘Wassup guys, so late in the night? Good boys sleep at this time.’
‘Then why are you awake?’
‘Hmm good question …. I guess we all are bad boys then.’ We all chuckled and almost forgot that others might be sleeping. It was the irritated look at Akshay’s face that made me realize that we have intruded his sound short-live sleep.
‘Ok guys, let us get into the common room, it’s not good to earn curses just before the final exams.’ It was all muted grins this time. I switched off the table lamp, latched the door and we moved to the common room.
I saw the laptop and the rickety note book in their hands. ‘No guys, no technical questions for me. I am not good at this stuff, just good at the mumbo-jumbo talks. Let’s do that, not this yaar … please I beg to you.’ I wish I had said these words, but it was too late now, we were in the common room.
‘Sir, this image compression thing is not working. Abhi sir helped us with the code yesterday but the result is not as desired. Please see what can be the issue here. ’
‘Ok let’s see.’
………………………….
03:30 AM
‘Are sir … you are a rock star. Thanks a lot for the help.’ They had a relieved look at their face. But I bet it was more relieving for me than it was for them. The hollow impression prevails – somevoice saves me yet again. I relived the past.
Someday in December 2001, at school 02:00 PM – day time.
‘Hey Ani, see this problem yaar. This multivariable equation thing is crap yaar, please help me.’ Then the conspired smile ‘The teacher praises you every other day; let’s see if you can get me through this.’
‘Shit yaar, even I am facing trouble with this stuff. It needs a lot of practice to master mathematics, why don’t you understand; I am not a magician that you come to with a celebrated tough problem and get the solution just like that.’ I never said that.
‘Hmm, let’s see.’
………………………….
02:55 PM
‘You are a rock star dude. Thanks a lot, I ll get you some more problems that are troubling me.’
It was a smile of relief on my face.
Someday in October 2008, at the company 02:00 PM after the lunch.
‘Hey jain, I have heard that you are good at quant? Yaar please help us out with this ‘distance and time’ problem man.’
‘No sir, it’s not like that. I am not that good but ….’
‘Are yaar dhek to ek baar … and besides everybody knows that you are preparing for the entrance exams.’
‘Ok sir, let me see that.’
………………………….
Next day, lunch time.
I rushed to Atif sir and pushed the solution on the desk.
‘I have solved it sir – 3 mins.’
’Well this is a good approach yaar, the mistake I committed was with the variation in the velocity of sound. It has been quite a while that I was thorough with this stuff. Thanks anyways … you are a rock star. ‘
Well yes I may be, but I doubt that. By the way, is this the way one defines the real déjà vu, I guess not.
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