Hare Ram (Gaaon, village, villager, etc)

On himself (in his Orkut Profile)

i am the ..................DESIRE......
which everyone desires............

I am the MIND as free as the OCEAN
I am the IMAGINATION as limitless as the SKY
I am the HEART as wild as the WIND
and..................
I am the SPIRIT as unshakable as the EARTH.........

WELL.........
I.....AM............ MYSELF..............

Btw, Hare has 10 fans on orkut. God bless those poor souls.


Vibhor Sahay (in his blog)

I am so going to rot in hell. I mean look at the guy’s name. “Hare Ram” look up his brother’s name. “Hare Krishna”. I mean isn’t it obvious that if I make fun of someone of this devotional stature I would go to hell. God have mercy on my poor soul.

This dude had his bed next to me in yoga dham. So I kind of saw this unique creation of god from very close quarters. Everyday we would come across certain new features, new qualities, but the same character.

There are few things that come to my mind as soon as his name is mentioned.

He used to redefine the levels of “gawarpani” on a daily basis. I mean come on man. Who cares about the number of “fans” you have in your orkut account?

This is a very interesting conversation that a certain Mr. S (I cannot mention his name for confidentiality issues) had with Mr. Hare Ram. Following is the excerpts from the conversation.

Mr. S: Hare Ram, how have you been?

Hare ram: I am good. How have you been? Don’t see you or orkut these days as well.

Mr. S: Yeah I have been kind of busy lately. You seem to be on orkut a lot these days. How is college?

Hare ram: Yeah. And you know what? I have 25 fans (not sure of the number) on orkut. How many you have?

Mr. X: come on man. Who cares about the fans?

Hare ram: I do. Everyone does. You don’t have those many. Ha ha ha

Mr. X: Shut up. Your favorite color is yellow, your favorite food is omlette and your favorite actor is Govinda. Don’t you dare call me anything. Gawar!

When I came across this, I could not stop laughing.


His favorite sport is still high jump. Used to be really good at it. Still wears his glasses when he is jumping.

And I guess even today, when he gets up in the class to answer some question, or when the teacher asks him to get up, he still brushes the grass of his ass. We never understood why he always did it but it was one of those rare times where the whole class used to turn around and look at him whenever he had to get up.

The Sharma part of his persona used to come out in full colors when he used to sleep. With one of his hand covering his face, he had a signature style of his own. We used to tell him “Hare Ram, itna sharma ke mat soo”. A certain Mr. P used to be really on his ass on this issue. Was awesome fun

Whatever said, Hare ram was a lot of fun. Today whenever we sit and talk, his name always comes up and we have a good laugh over it.

God bless you man. Or may you bless us all.

Cheers.


Abhipreet Das (while commenting to the above post)

Shubh and myself once set out to meet him in Patna. We decided to meet him at his coaching. As we waited for the star of Patna to arrive, we chatted how much more ganwar he could have become by now, as he had a very complimentary company in Patna. We raised our limits to unforeseen standards, to standards obscenely low, to an extent where the two of us decided that we are now talking extra-terrestrial. However, we then witnessed pure magic as all our bounds were terribly shattered. Hare Ram arrived with his band of boys, on obsolete Atlas cycles, most of which did not have a bell, and all of which had two passengers, one gangster very coolly sitting on the front rod. As they met us, they wondered at our attire, some of them silently revolted, as did we upon seeing all of them in tailor-sewn yellow/red trousers and green full shirt, with the Vrindavan Garden etched on them, to cap it off.
As we dared to talk, cool stories of how Hare managed to talk to a girl (upon being told by the teacher to tell her the answer) were told. As it is, by the end of the conversation, we could safely conclude that Hare was the coolest of them all!

Hare was my benchmate for almost 3 years in Vidyapith, and his style of sleeping also deserves a mention here, reminiscent of Javagal Srinath mid-air at the time of bowling run-up, in his hey-days. He also had a weird trait of calling everyone by his full name, aye Prashant Kumar, Abhipreet Das, Vibhor Sahay.

Hare was also a very unpromising fast bowler, and I still remember Robinson hitting him all over C-team in the 7th-8th tournamant. Later, he went on to become the Prayer Hall Minister, a responsibility he so very much loved, and something he is very proud of till date.

And yes, he was the only one who believed Debroop, and would stop talking to anyone who dared not do so, until we eventually proved everything to be farcical.

I had somehow forgotten this initially. Hare Ram always wanted to act in dramas. But apart from the Class 7th fiasco, where he directed all of us in a 30-minute version of a 2-page "emotional" story from Champak and got himself the bulk of dialogues and emotions, he was always confined to the role of naukar, a character that was so realistically rendered by him. About the class 7th fiasco though, I remember the story vaguely, it was about someone who did not celebrate holi because his son had died on that auspicious day. The flashback scenes, which were supposed to bring tears to every eye, had everyone in splits, as people rolled down with laughter. In any case Atul in a customary high-neck white tee accentuating his full shirt as Hare's son did not actually help matters. Ridden with too many on and off stage fiascoes, this drama made sure that Hare's stint as director was very shortlived.