The legend of SK

It wouldnt take long for a seasoned Nagpur localite to recognize what SK stands for. It isnt just a short for a name, but a brand in itself. Its sharp and addictive. SK sums up the character of a dramatis persona called Swapnil Kulat! I would always remain grateful to Prof. Kishor Kulat for being at VNIT and thus granting me the privilege of acquaintance with this vibrant soul for a decently long period of time.

It was since Fulwari- a pre primary school in our area, that Ive had the very good honor to meet, interact with and in a sense experience the phenomenon called 'Kulat'. I am not sure of the reasons why I am writing this stuff. Not that I want to make him feel good but just couldnt resist the temptation of reliving a few recent experiences with him.

I am one amongst those infamous and thought to be immodest and cunning members of the cult of students from Somalwar High School Ramdaspeth. The school produces two types of students, those who secure a place in the merit list in the secondary certificate exam and those who just miss it. A merit position in the 10th boards or a straight 100% PCM in the 12th isnt as much glorified and appreciated here as it would have been in some Sindhi Hindi High School. It is like the first criterion which is checked in you before you are given an admission. In a stint of about 10 years at this place, Kulat was successful in bringing about a sea change in the way the place was looked at. An evangelist at heart, he put in great efforts and formed the 'Kulat Toli'. The gang with a majority from the E section, had an exception in me. I was granted the coveted place because of my old acquaintance with the leader himself. My classmates had found a good reason to ridicule and criticise me for my involvement with the infamous Toli which was always considered taboo for a D section guy. It took a while for them to realize that girls in the 'E' were far better and it was high time that they too make a move from the Anjinkya Deshpande and Mikhail Zade dominated Sapphire clan to a more vibrant and dynamic cult of go-getters functioning under the able leadership of Kulat.

The few in contention who could steal the show were Kautya and Sushant. It was time to share smokes and admire each others' capacity for booze. With this and a common objective of 'Pussy ki maarni hai' in mind, the clan prospered. Stones first pelted on a purple swing, were now targeting a Silver Pulsar. Sushrut became a Godfather to a chanchal killer, Sushant. Ishan made his way to an altogether new high leaving us all behind. I engineered at a college in front of the vnit (doctor) tapri. In the meantime Kulat ruled the terrains around Hingna Road and conquered almost every known chowk in Nagpur. We all fortunately could meet up at every new year's eve and every time there came a new lesson from the Master. We did it all.

Now with engineering finally over and the group uniting again after a long time, there were cheers all over. There was more to the sittings than just the booze and 'pussy ki marni hai.' It was the time of reckoning for Sushant and he rose to the occasion every single time. He matched Master K and tanked up anything and everything that was tabled in front of him. He set new standards for a certain Muzi who just couldnt find time from admiring his new cookie. He had to face the Master's wrath for his unrestrained apetite and un called for mannerisms at a Wardha road sitting. After some mellifluous three-chin music from the Master, it was only a D section Pacman who came to the rescue. What happened next was very much expected.

A happening with the Master the next morning has made the occasion memorable in history. While returning home high on his bike, the Master encountered a budhi at a distance. With all his senses in place, he had the wisdom of intutuing the way the budhi would move to let His majesty's vehicle pass by. Uncommon of a normal selfish human mortal, the Master even gave to the budhi's credit time and space, considering her age and ability. However, the budhi started to 'titar-bitar' on the same spot not making a bold move. The Master finally thought that for a helpless woman of her age, it would be very difficult to return back on her path and so he let her move forward and took his bike behind her. The budhi however couldnt resist the temptation and herself slammed her 'g' to the nose of the vehicle. Before the Master could do anything, the budhi was down and 'Chaaro Khaane Cheet'! A few newbie hogs tried to object to the Master's doing but for the fear of a bhapka, he sped away from the place. The case, even if registered, wouldnt have stood ground, as he had made all arrangements to prove alibi and confirm his presence at a certain Sahasrabhojnee house in Pratap Nagar for that whole night.

The new advent for the Master would now be a country other than his own. After making his presense felt here, and how, he is currently planning to widen his horizons and take up a few new cases.

Addon:

A scene to remember.

Ref.: Venue: Ace something bar, Hingna road, K province.

Date: The same when India played and beat Banglasesh in T20, 2009.

All: Aenjoying! (Muzi in particular)

I: (munching up the free complimentary carrots in a unique guttar-guttar fashion)

the K: (the mandibular jaw brought in front of the maxillary; with half-closed or open, pink eyes and plump lips) Abe bhaaou....chya.

If you are still with me, I am sure you are one from the cult of Kulat lovers. I appreciate it.

Love you SK.