15 inches
Many of you who are reading this story must be curious about the
title. My college mates won’t be having any such curiosity because they very
well know who I am talking about. I can actually write an entire book about
this person. But for now I will just give you a preview. So without wasting
much time let us start off with the interesting story.
Start of story
DISCLAIMER
All characters in this story are fictitious. In fact, one character
in this story has a fictitious story in real life as well. Any resemblance to any person
living or dead is purely coincidental.
I was standing in the queue for getting my registration done in
the college. I met two guys who were from Delhi and were good to talk to. Then
a third guy, Bheem (obviously fictitious name but it suits his personality). He
joined in the conversation.
At night, we guys were standing on the terrace when Bheem came. He
was really low. We asked the reason and he told us that his girlfriend broke up
with him (if the only girl who talks to you is your girlfriend). We all were
new in college and wanted to have some fun. So we made him type a really long
text and asked him to send it to the girl. In reply, the girl abused him asked
him never to contact her again.
Guys in college have a lot of time and nothing to do. So the next
day, someone bought a new SIM card. They called Bheem from that number and one
of them told him that he was the girl’s new boyfriend. Bheem shouldn’t have
tried to contact the girl and that he has come with his friends to kick Bheem’s
ass.
Bheem is such a moron that without even telling anyone and taking
them along with him, he was ready to go alone. They then told him that it was a
prank.
Another night we were sitting when something about sex came up.
Bheem claimed that the length of his dick is 15 inches (I mean the world record
is 14 inches). He claimed that is as thick as a Pearlpet bottle, that too when
relaxed. I mean is an elephant’s trunk? So that is why the name of the story is
15 inches.
The years passed by, and with Bheem around our boredom was taken
care of. Once he had to make an email id and he couldn’t think of any name. His
friend said “keep it ‘aand shand’ anything”. So Bheem’s username said
‘Bheemshand’. From that day onwards Bheem’s name is Shand (there are many other
like 15 inches). So from now on I will be using Shand instead of Bheem in the
entire story.
It is kind of a ritual in college that on a birthday, the guy
whose birthday is beaten up and whosoever he names is also beaten up along with
him. It was exam time so Shand was sitting in the library. A guy’s whose
birthday was that day was sitting in the hostel. We especially called him to
the library to name Shand as the one to be beaten up. Shand’s ass was beaten
black and blue that night. The next day we had our major exam. Shand was
amongst the high scorers before majors. He got a C- in the course.
We had the inter-year football match and Shand was made a part of
the extras. There were five minutes left in the match to get over. We were
winning comfortably by 3-1. Everyone was chanting Shand’s name so that he is
replaced and brought on the field. Shand barely played for two minutes but as
soon as the match got over, everyone from the crowd pounced onto Shand as if he
deserved the golden boot.
One night we were playing cards. We told Shand whosoever loses
would have to remove his shirt. For a few games, we made sure that Shand
doesn’t lose. After that we rigged one game. Shand was given two kings so
obviously he thought that he would win. Another player was given two aces.
Shand lost the game and as pre decided he had to remove his shirt. He removed
it and I threw it out of the window. Later on, when he went to pick it up, we
guys poured a bucket full of water on him.
Recently, all the students got a mail from Shand saying that he is
starting a marketing club and the mail stated the various benefits of
marketing. One guy sent the link to the site from which the mail was a copy
pasted word to word paragraph, to all. So the marketing club wasn’t a success
for obvious reasons.
Shand went to drink liquor with my college mates. He was sloshed
while coming back and stopped to piss on the side. He fell down while pissing
so one guy went to pick Shand up. Shand thought he was coming to check
something so Shand shouted “No don’t check, it isn’t 15 inches”. Shand was
lying on the side of the road the whole night and came back in the morning.
Shand was working on his project and when asked how the project
was shaping up, Shand said that he has a chance of getting a paper published
but for that he would have to go abroad and he doesn’t want to go abroad. The
professors evaluating his project told him “You are a shame on IIT”. He was
asked to stay back for an additional two months to complete the project. And finally he was given a D grade in the project.
Then the placement season arrived. Shand sat for a couple of
interviews, he didn’t make through. But after each interview, he used to come
and say that the interview went great and they were asking him where he wanted
to get placed, something which they didn’t even ask for the candidates they
actually chose for the job. Finally, Shand made through into an oil company.He
is assigned for drilling. People are saying that is because he doesn’t need a
drilling machine. He has his own tools.
The other day Karan (fictitious name) saw him giving advice to the
juniors on how to crack the interview. Later on, he came to Karan and told him
that he was thinking of starting a consultancy club. What a consultancy club or
a marketing club would do, no one knows.
There is a difference between a moron and someone who is wicked.
Shand is a moron but he is not wicked. He is good at heart but just immature.
So that was a glimpse of Shand. I will keep you guys updated about
Shand via some more stories because with Shand it is never
The End
To share a experience with me, mail me at sid1391990@gmail.com
Later
Sidhant
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