R…O…C…K…E…T…S.
By: Super Rocket.
Around two and half or three decades ago some mothers in India were in deep pain and they shouted with great resolution to express their pain. Mothers felt like an elephant had put his foot on their stomach. Surrounding to mothers were similar human beings wearing plastic mask on there face who were asking the pity mother to pressure her stomach from inside. They used the word “push…push” and the mothers followed their painful instructions. At the final push, landed a small creature from the inside world of nourishment and love to outside world of fresh but polluted air having basic features of human being. Each of the twelve mother gave birth to the “kuchi kuchi baby” which turned into huge monsters on earth after certain period of time. Every child was different in its own characteristic. Most of them were born with different religion and culture… tagged on there head. All were born and brought up in different dust and different environment but where unique amongst their own category.
Some people in their life time gets an identity which is given to them by someone else or may be by the whole nation, for eg: Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was given the title of “Mahatma” by the nation. This name was provided because of this deeds done towards the nation. Similarly, these twelve monsters were provided with some identity because of their deeds not towards the nation or community but towards their ability to laugh, about their remarkably creative thinking, there activity and a lot more. So my friends let me introduce to you the twelve babies turned monster which when met at one place converts heaven a hell, funeral to a comedy show and produces laughing gas from all the holes they have. They are my cheer to life and friends who are proudly known to be called as R….O….C….K….E….T….S. The person who is Introducing the Rockets calls himself a “super rocket”, not because he is superior but because his comments when released goes beyond the universe and creates a silence in the surrounding atmosphere to help other Rockets understand what he actually said but they laugh on it unconsciously. Here I present our activities and their marvelous reactions in timely episodes………
EPISODE -1
The formation of (few) R….O….C….K….E….T….S. and the first “plan” to OSWALI dam.
It was approximate 8 35 in the morning when a heavy loaded vehicle who carried thousands of passengers on it took a stop on two long iron made plates. Hundreds of them got down on the platform. The eyes of rickshawwala were stuck on blue pants and white shirts however it was difficult for them to locate their customers. It was irregular, undisciplined but with similar dress code parade on the platform of the green land “gholvad”. This, blue pant white shirt creatures were the bright students of PYJC junior college and this place was the birthplace for the formation of R….O….C….K….E….T….S. All managed to catch their safari as they were on their way to “paathshala”. It took approximate 15 minutes for the rickshawwala to reach the college gate. After a 4 min ride in rickshaw from the station joined another blue pant guy on his two wheeled spiked bike (racer cycle) having two lever beneath his hand which when pulled slowed down his bike. The bike moved ahead using Newton’s third law of action. The heavy creature on the top of bike was one of the rockets who turned to be super rocket few years later because of his ideas which went beyond universe. Soon, I reached the gate of the college and parked my bike in between the two U shaped bend iron rods leaving its later body to hang in air. I took my two book bag in hand and went directly towards my class. As I stepped in I found my few friends back from school days who where in the same college and gave them a high-five. The differentiation of students by their intelligence was still prevalent in our college. Hence as its outcome there were three sections A, B and C of the same class depending on their percentages of students in SSC. I was lucky to be in section B. I was more familiar with B-section guys however intermittently visited section A to look for my friends who were in my school but were not close friends. As no one was around in section-B, I visited A where I met my few friends about whom I described above. I said “hi to premal (lambu.. intelligent but total aalsi… he has not seen early sunrise in his college time I bet for tht), he replied “hi, kem che”. Soon our common friend “swapnil” (shivaji.. always on ghoda.. and smart creative and intelligent guy)who was closer to him joined him and they move apart. (Who knew I will be a part of this wonderful team). I went back to my tapori friends and began with my tapori masti. Soon, professor joined us and we like mechanized creatures started working as the professor said. I remember our mechanized features turn to be practical only on seeing some characteristic which male gender dint possessed. During breaks we ran to feed our hungry stomachs to famous stall which we called “ Issu na vada”. Aha-Aha what a feeling to take that liquid in mouth AAH. As I felt I was born to taste that chatni with that hot vada and gulp it without taking a dekar aaahh. That satisfaction was awesome. I met swapnil and premal again and had some talk with fun but never could join them for more time as they moved with other friends. In all of rockets I had one rocket that was close to them as well as to me. I refer him as “common rocket”. He was bhavik (podru, a school time close friend ... in romance since childhood, a long story). I joined him whenever he joined other rockets. At that moment we had fun and sometimes a rocket dialogue was released by any of them. At that point we never noticed its importance but just laugh on the joke. Soon, we all became a part as our interaction started increasing along with the rocketgiri. We started bunking classes went out for masti on the shore which was clearly visible to our naked eyes. Soon, the formation of Rockets was taking its stand. No, one would dare to come to us and try to pull our leg. It was but obvious if he thinks to pull our leg, we could imagine how many more parts we could remove. Slowly and steadily the bond turned to be good and it will be proved in further episodes.
Days passed on, exams came and went rockets came out with flying colors and it was not surprise to us. It was weekend and I had planned to go to dahanu to meet my parents. Meeting my parents was good however waiting for the telephone calls at 10 in night was another anxiety. It was always meant to be one of the rocket calls. It was our meeting call where all Rockets takes stand and decides on important issues called as “plans”. That discussion always took place with cutting “badam dood”. I remember most of the time I never brought money but I made sure I get that dood. Thanks to my financial partners, I love their finances. The weekend passed wonderfully and it was now Monday morning. It was time to wake up and run for the train in order to reach college. I reached bhaviks place and as usual shouted from the base of ground till his 2nd floor window. We both managed to board train on time. We all had adrenaline to the highest extent so the fun was bursting at every possible time. We were all in our moods where all of a sudden one of our rockets revoked the half discussed “plan” done last night at our sabha. We had talked about going to “Oswali dam” last night in the sabha. I looked at bhavik, he looked at swapnil and certain amount of impulse started to flow in the master minds of rockets. No one showed much interest in the topic for a long time and we moved ahead with some other issues. Soon we landed on gholvad runway. We got down and looked for our patent safari. We sat in it and ourselves not with seat belts but tighten by being one sitting on others lap. It was fully loaded and the ignition of rickshaw proved it but making weird noise. However it moved taking its first gear and took the third in little time. All were enjoying when the impulse burst out from premals mind (which actually started few time ago as I mentioned) and he said lets go to “Oswali”, at that very moment like all minds getting one and al said lets go. We ordered our pilot of rickshaw with full blown voice take the vehicle to “Oswali” without any stop. At that time one of our rotlu rocket “kandi”(ujjuval wife.. mobile train time table) , shouted no, we can’t go I have my practicals. On listening to this all broke into laugh and gave him a return smash by shouting and saying to the pilot... move fast to “Oswali”. He increased the speed (he pretended it as the vehicle was already moving with its full strength). Our college was approaching close and “kandi” seemed to stop the auto by hook or crook. He was even ready to jump from auto like James bond jumping from a car moving with 200km/hr. Actually kandi jump could have resembled with James bond as the effect of air would have blown kandi back to dahanu if he performed that stunt. Our gate approached closed and our eyes were on kandi along with a shout to pilot in order to move fast. He followed the orders and it was exactly front of my college gate where vehicle was with its full speed, kandi with its full move and our voice dumped in mouth. Here was our James kandi who took a step to jump outside in full motion vehicle, he moved a step forward and all of a sudden a hand came passing my eyes going straight to kandi back collar and holding it like a crane pulling a cargo. Kandi motion was reverted back by Newton third law of action and our bechara kandi instead of moving out of vehicle jumped back on to us with that great speed and during this whole session vehicle moved its full strength making its way to the destiny. Kandi shouted back and abused premal, as this the crane who pulled kandi was the hand our rocket “premal”. He told the pilot to stop the vehicle but it seemed his orders dint reached the ears of the pilot. We all broke in to laugh and started pulling leg of kandi (infact eni evi gand mairi ne ke leg su haath popat badhu khechi lidhu) haha. His face worth seeing but after certain time he too joined to club and broke in laughter. These were our rockets that tried to escape the rocketgiri but unfortunately could not go as this bond could not be broken by any one of us. We reached the destination where we enjoyed a lot on that dam. It was our other friend who looked at one of the pond and decided to take bath. We all followed him and removed our clothes (while writing this I remembered a dialogue “nadi tale jayenge, khuule aasman mai hagenge kya thandi hawa lagengi na pichwade mai”) and took bath. We all protected our radar by covering a cloth on it which we call as underwear’s. We took two hour bath followed with pool games in a pond. We got out after an hour and moved ahead back to our home. We took the ST bus from that place, I got down at gholvad and rest of rockets went back to dahanu.
It was a full time rocketgiri the whole day. On that day or at that point we never realized the potential of rocketgiri. It developed gradually as we started being more comfortable with each other. That day had brought me close to some rockets and its formation had started. Our plan was successful and I noticed all of our plans get successful only at end point. This we will see in next episodes as other rockets join us and full formation of rockets happened leading to evolution of plans beyond the boundary of any ones limit.
