WHAT A MISHAP!!!!

SHERLOCK HOLMES (or rather i should say Sir Arthur Conan Doyle) quoted in one of his stories "Circumstantial evidence is a very tricky thing. It may seem to point very straight to one thing, but it may not be correct always."

I was merely quoting Holmes to tell u to etch in ur mind those golden words before u read this quite an interesting narrative of mine. So here we go-----

DAY: wednesday

DATE: 21.10.2009

TIME: around 11:30 PM

VENEU: kapil gandhi's room (5/238)

Day was spent in doing the mostly done job of this semester - 'getting bored'. So I finally decided to move out and went to gandhi's room to talk a bit and waste some more of the amply available with me. People present in gandhi's room were SAAD, SOMA, GANDHI and I joined them in the going on mischief (though just as a listner). Anyways as I spent more of time their the gloomy mood inside had a nice transformation. Then at that time gandhi got a fone call. He went out to talk as the noise levels inside the room were beyond the listening capacity of normal people (dont just jump to find that even after being one I assert the notion that engineers are not normal human-beings). Well as he went away, people left in the room were just me, saad and soma, and had gandhi's lappy with his gtalk account signed in on it. Mischief roared in our minds. We bolted the room from inside. Now next was to look for some-one online to chat in the name of Mr. Kapil Gandhi. The most exciting part was being that we would not be caught and even if caught we could have blamed it all on the account owner (unfortunately Gandhi in this case). We could not find many people online in his account, so Saad decided to go on with Mr. Neeraj Sharma. Since he is being honored to be the most unwelcomed person of my life, so I backed. Saad took the drivers seat and drove as he liked and with all his wits pulling his leg in all poosible ways that he could. We were enjoying. In the course of their talks Mr. N deciphered that it was not Kapil he was talking to. Later as the intensity growed Mr. N suddenly stopped typing. We thought we won with the enemy backing off. So Saad left the driver's seat and I took the control of the lappy.

Just then something happened, that was not at all expected my me at least and in this case by none (SOMA had left by now, so only we three were there). Mr.N entered the room with a bang. He found me typing something on the lappy. Gandhi was sharing the chair in front the lappy with me and the CRAFTMAN of the entire plot (Mr Saad )was found near the door, ready to leave the room as we had assumed that the battle was already over (and he had won it). He saw me typing and left immediately without even uttering a word. He thought he caught the culprit red-handed. As soon as he left, we started laughing loudly (me not willingly though, but I couldn't have helped it better by cripping). However Saad tried to explain the matter to him later, but was of no good.

In the end I would just say that I WONDER ON THE FACT THAT HOW SOMETIMES ONE IS JUST A SPECTATOR TO HIS FATE