Purnani Jeans

 Ik kudi jeena naam हँसी gum hai,gum hai,gum hai.....

Purani jeans aur guitar 🎸.........

The best days of our life....Sewagram days.

Entering into Sewagram,coming from a bustling Mumbai.....I wondered " God,how am I going to survive here?".

We were in Gandhi Ashram for 15 days.

Amongst so many girls from different parts of India.

Some I found funny and some found my Bombayya Southie accent " Arrey,tera naam kya hai" types funny.

First I had lice in my hair.Panicked.

But helped by a Mumbai girl who gave me Mediker. We became friends and have been mates since then.

Slowly our group started adding and we became group of 10- 15 girls by end of 5and a half years.

After 15 days of orientation camp,we officially joined college.

And entered the Girls Hostel.Same evening we had our First Official Ragging.All seniors from all batches, PG, and Warden were present.

Some girls made to dance,some sang,some told jokes.....Iwas told to perform Yoga Asanas.

For months,ragging continued. The  seniors used to make us dance and sing.We too started enjoying being ragged. 

If lonely,the same seniors came to comfort us.

In this process we became BFFs to many seniors. 

They shared their experiences, guided us through studies, notes, books,exams,vivas and so many things. 

Medical colleges have yearly Fests, sports meet and various cultural activities. Conferences happen.

Dancing,singing,writing and directing plays, choreography,Designing dresses, Painting,And not to forget College Magazine.

90s had Govinda and Karishma and Sarkailo Khatiya types dhinchaak songs. Shamelessly, we would dance on those Raunchy numbers on Birthday nights celebrated on the Hostel roof.Smearing cakes on each others faces.Abusing each other with choicest of nicknames. 

Laughing so loudly and being called Ghatotgaj or Ghattu or Hindimba or Hiddu.......

Having Flicks in the hair and blowing it with mouth. Whisps and Lisps like Pooja Bhatt. 

Tight jeans with Bell sleeved tops. 

Multiple rings in ear and nose. 

Drawing snakes on Forehead. 

Draping sarees to each other and wearing lots of Khan Khan Chudi or Bangles. 

Cups of Maggi and coffee and chats about everything on earth till wee hours of morning on the roof especially on full moon.

Hot afternoons were spent in coolers and nights on terrace...and being woken up in morning by monkeys. 

Exam times were hard. Cat fights and Fox cries. 

Scrambling for readymade notes and important questions. 

The longest 2 months of Final MBBS exams was tiring and memorable. 

Internship brought us in Sarees, Buns,and Stethos around neck.

All of a sudden ,the monkey in me became serious. At end of 5and Half years, the young naughty, childlike girls graduated out into Superconfident ,Responsible Doctor Ladies. 

All of us went in various parts of country and world....pursuing different careers. 

In the process called Career and Family Life.....

that naughty, Loudly laughing, Carefree,Bindaas girl got lost. 

Where can I find her?

In December 2016,we BFF s....of 92batch met again.It felt like August 1992 that day.

The same laughter ,same nicknames, banters, fights, Gaalis,Taplis, Shortforms,Ragging, Cat fights, Foxy cries.........got revived. 

I became the same naughty, Bindaas Girls, laughing like Hindimba and my Funny Bombayya Southie accent came back......for those 3days we were together. 

At last singing 

Purani Jeans aur Guitar 🎸.........