Abhishek Kumar (Pagal, pagalwa)

On himself (in Orkut)

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Vibhor Sahay wrote: (in his blog)

The following entry about Abhishek might miss some incidents that the world so desperately needs to remember or know. The onus thus falls on the batch on 2002 to remind of how deeply retarded Abhishek really was.

“The morning got it to me very late”

I wish I could make it more obvious. I cannot it seems. We were in Kota then. I guess that mundane place “got it” to Abhishek as well. His diary read this on that unique day. 13 others, we all would always, secretly read his diary and have a hearty laugh about it. But this random, meaningless, grammatically incorrect and “what-the-fuck-evoking-feeling” statement of the usual morning got us all baffled and desperately looking for an answer. Come on yaar, all of you who have that feeling that maybe you could decipher this 21st century puzzle, take your guesses. If even one gets it correct, I will sponsor your one day one night stay in Cochin. This was like 5-6 years ago. Abhishek may have filled up hundreds of diaries by now but no single statement made about the day or about any other thing on this earth has been such nonsense. I guess the statement reflects the persona Abhiskek Pagli was. Beyond understanding. And millions of years ahead of us when it came to understanding mornings.
His incident of being robbed of his shorts, which for your kind information was the only piece of cloth on him that night in the IL campus, is part of folklore today. Mothers recite their young ones tales of horror, and the story of a whitish, spectacled, broad guy running around naked in the middle of the night eventually comes up and the most restless of kids go to sleep, terrified of the naked monster.

In the hindsight, I don’t know why I wanted to write about Abhishek. I don’t have many stories about him but his mere thought makes me smile and say “kya ajeeb pagla tha”.

The funniest room-mates together ever- Abhishek and Nishant. Ahan, these guys were such a spectacle. We would always group together in their room in the scorching heat and just observe these two take it out on each other. Add Atul to the fray and it was a riot. Dwivedi bhai, Ankit, Shajib, Sushant, Snehil etc etc would also join in and we could not stop laughing. Abhishek would stand out by the way he would give the most peculiar of explanations and answers to the most common of problems/issues and the way he would once in a while be his usual self doing PAAGLAMI.

Nuff’ said. Abhishek is also one of the cleanest and friendliest of souls around. An awesome athlete, a stud, a charmer and a complete sweetheart. I am sure he would go through this very soon. And I am sure he would come to Cochin again. Bhai, please make my day. I have run out of stories.:-)

Abhipreet Das wrote (while commenting on he above post)

Well, about Abhishek, there is just so - this is the so with many o's, its sooo, as girls tend to put it - much to write.

He has been reading the 32-page book, of size equivalent or smaller than a pack of cigarettes, on Rajyoga since 2001, and still hasn't managed to reach halfway, yet has kept it beneath his pillow all along, and has read it every night with renewed zest, howsoever drunk he might have been. He is perhaps the only one who still keeps a frame of Thakur, Maa and Swamiji with him, lately though the frame has an unlikely neighbor in a gifted picture of Abhishek and his girlfriend.

Two traits of his are remarkable - the first being his tendency to change into Boxers at the slightest opportunity, and the other being a compulsion of taking a bath before he sleeps, now, coming from someone with childhood as ours, that is something.

He has an uncanny habit of doing things that provoke others to bash him up. He gets a public (beating) wherever he goes, and has always been treated to fists, slaps, et al by every senior he has ever come across - the list includes GP da, Amit da, Shashi Bhaiya, Himadri da, Ravi Bhaiya - batchmates and juniors have readily joined in, as even Neel vents his frustration on Abhishek.

He also likes to know the intricacies of every unimportant thing, and does the maximum amount of research on topics minimally or not at all relevant.

Of his Vidyapith heroics, his showdown with Bhotha is legendary, where he remarked, "Poora Vidyapith aur aapko aag laga denge". Of course, he had to apologise immediately as a one-sided contest with Shakti Maharaj loomed large. He was almost beaten to death by Dhruva Maharaj on two occasions if I remember correctly, once for arriving late from the Physics department during the good-for-nothing Exhibition time, and the other time for studying on the puwal stack in Goshala.

And yeah, if you are not Nishant you can't argue with him, you stand no chance of winning a verbal duel against Abhishek. Of Nishant, they are the perfect example of the Bollywood emphasis on ladais as the perfect expression of pyaar. Let me narrate an example here. Like every other night, Abhishek took a bath before sleeping, as he returned, a few drops of water were spilled. Nishant got angry and sprayed buckets of water in the room and on Abhishek's bed. In retaliation, Abhishek punctured Nishant's cycle and I am not sure if it was a mark of protest or a statement of love - he slept on the wet bed, without even trying to change the bed sheet. Another night, they argued for around 2 hours if the night lamp should be switched on. In fact, they once argued about whether or not allow Sushant to use their toilet. Need I say more?

Nonetheless, he is one guy you can have endless conversations with, and he will simply allow you to hit him to make you happy. He gets senti on a few occasions, but they are enough to manifest the "friend" within you, after all, a few tears on his cheeks led to the great Ramakrishnananda Dham massacre when we were Cands.