Abhiket Gaurav (Billi, Cat)

On himself (in his Orkut profile):
" mujhe saahil ho gayin manzelein.."
"ki hawa ke rukh badal gaye"
"tera haath mere haath main aa gaya"
"ki charaagh raah main jal gaye!!!"
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m candid..outrageous...easy_goin...
quirky..witty...boloney+trash(some ppl aisa samajhte hain)...hankerin for love n frens...a slave of music...i m hell-bent to earn big(i hope i can earn even in paltry measures..!!!!)...love u frens...n i don't give a damn to ppl who f@#% all gud manners...SO iF u GiVe UrSeLf AiRs...plzzzzzz...sTaY aWaY!!!!!

On himself, again (this time in his Blogger profile)
I am a random variable. discrete and quite probabilistic like a bubble. The problem with me is that I think a lot.

So, I have here compiled a few instances of what he thinks.

A take on Marriage
They say marriages are made in heaven....and accomplished on earth.........then why there are unsuccessful marriages ?? Does God also make mistakes............

Emotion's play
I came to know that actually there were two families,one was celebrating the birth of a baby boy and hence were crying with joy , while near to it was another family mourning at the death of their grandfather.Both the families where crying. It seems that two books with different content have same covering[Remember: Looks can be deceptive....]. I stand there motionless,perplexed,not knowing where to go, should I see the child first?or the face of the dead man??Standing in between life and death,not knowing which path to choose, I stood still watching and realizing the mysterious “EMOTION'S PLAY”.I saw EMOTION in its various form: Love, Lust,Anguish,Sorrow,Joy,Hope ........
(After a few paragraphs)All are engaged in the rat race ,trying to find an extra loaf of bread,and extra shelter not knowing that what they are accumulating will perish one day. In the process of accumulation they are bluffing,hating,killing others.

Exam Time Thoughts
Well does anybody know the boiling point of the brain......it must be high else many of our brains would have gone(now I understand what is skull for........)

I am pretty sure that there were some other blogs about cricket being hyped unnecessarily, but think they have been removed by the author, as he could sense a forceful copyright violation coming.

Abhipreet Das wrote:
If there was someone in Vidyapith, whose name I remembered just after my first meeting with him (that he had to yell at the top of his voice is a different matter altogether), it has to be Abhiket.
Vibhor has so rightly covered the "Good Morning listeners" story, it was one of those things for which he was tortured in the Ramakrishnananda Dham Side Hall on a very regular basis. However, the fact of the matter is that Abhiket had asked for the news reading that day, he was not assigned the duty!

Abhiket has always been the typical wannabe, he was one of the first to arrive in Vidyapith with the white high-neck tee, an irrepressible statement of fashion in those days. He was instrumental in propagating this trend to territories far and wide, as the high-neck-tee-inside-your-shirt style engulfed people from Atul to Anupam, from Parivesh to Parag and from Nishant to Pallav. He would apply gel to his hair regularly, and would usually spend hours in front of the mirror combing his hair to look smart. I remember, once when a celebrated ex-student's daughter was in school, he broke all existing records, only to be finally let down by the coarseness of his voice, a fact that was pointed out by Debanuj.
I would not have wanted to highlight his encounters with Doma, this being a forum which is also read by people not from Vidyapith, but the memories of Doma entering Abhiket's mosquito-curtains in an apparent bid to wake him up simply deserve a mention, the readers' objections notwithstanding, as does the "peechhe mei injection laga denge" incident (another of those incidents that made him cry on a regular basis).
I am a proud witness to the "kya mast doodh hai" and "tomake bathroome bandho karore dibo" incident, and all efforts from Abhiket to deny them are hereby nullified. This again is vividly described in Vibhor's post, below.
Abhiket would regularly bring stock (for people unfamiliar, stock stands for any food material that does not come from Vidyapith's resources), deodorants for us. Upon receiving a tip-off that people have targeted his trunk, he shifted these to Vibhor's place, who himself would distribute stuff as if it were his own.
Abhiket always maintained that the day he turns 18, God shall intervene, and a medical challenge shall be quelled, as his voice would turn normal. People waited, every passing day making the suspense all the more intolerable. However, disappointment was in store for Abhiket as things did not improve. Now that he is past 22, things don't look very bright for this not-so-young man.
On a more positive note, Abhiket has always been a nice friend, and I am pretty sure that he will continue to entertain us in future.

Vibhor Sahay wrote (in his blog)

I remember that morning day school assembly. We were in class 10th then. Our English teacher had proposed this system in which boys from class 10th would prepare and read out the news in the assembly. Since abhiket was the first one alphabetically, he was perhaps the first to confront his fears. The rest, as they say, is history.
For all those who don’t exactly remember that event, allow me to paint you a picture. Abhiket has a child-like, not-properly-developed voice. We nick-named him “billi” or the cat. That was mostly because he had this feline, non-human voice. Now since everyone was aware that abhiket was about to read the news, we waited with bated breadth to see how this one pans out. What happened was fun for us and embarrassing for him. He repeated the first line of his news three times because it was difficult to hear him, even with a mike, and then he broke down into a tear. Someone else then read out the news. That day itself, I had prepared myself to keep this story in mind if ever I would blog about abhiket. Déjà vu.
My earliest memories of him were of Premananda dham. We became friends the first day I joined Vidyapith. And moreover someone with that voice is hard to ignore. Who was sure that he was not a half human half cat? Or maybe one day when I found find I lion or tiger in a jungle, the reference of abhiket as my friend would be the difference between my life and death.
He is a good guy. We made constant fun of him, making sure that we provoke him enough to shout so that we could make more fun of him. He never took this to heart and was a good sport of it most of the times. There was nothing that he could do about it also.
The case of Mr. C and abhiket is tremendously famous. Details- one day Mr. C was on top of abhiket on his bed and playing with his luscious man-breasts, and shouting out loud “kya mast dood hai yaar”(what great boobs you have). The dormitory warden, Dhruv Maharaj enters and seems they “playing”. He stands there watching them closely and when he had enjoyed enough he interrupts this “game” by asking “Ki Hochche?” which translates to “what the fuck, dude?” Sorry the translation might have been a little over the edge but I am pretty sure this is what Dhruv wanted to shout out loud. I wasn’t there, I have only heard about it, but we don’t have to be rocket scientists to guess what would have followed. Boys started talking. The news spread like wild fire and soon this new act was more famous than Pritam Pal Singh. Oh yeah, and Mr. C and abhiket became a “couple”.
These days, this big fat cat is studying in a big college in Kolkata. No wonder he landed up in the land of fish. No points for guessing why.
Concluding, I would say definitely say that a guy like abhiket in one of his kinds and someone hard to forget. Dude, u meow, lionesque. Take care.

Parivesh wrote (in a testimonial on Orkut)

had a tough time knuckling down to jot , you know.

my best friend for reasons unknown to me

chemistry virtuoso. trustworthy. a bit callous. has eclectic taste in clothes, food.

very amiable. i think adjectives are inadequate to describe him. i simply cannot imagine life without his interference. keep lighting my life with spurts of laughter. god bless.