There Ain’t Many Bosads

Friends are difficult to get but friends like Bosad are impossible. The difficulty in having such friends isn’t because of their friendliness (which I doubt if it has been of any use to me) but because of their innate characteristics that make them so special (or rather different). Here I would like to pen down what I have studied about this rare individual in last three and a half year. My style: I have quoted our man’s insightful conversations with Akshai, another good friend of mine, but for totally different reasons (I have introduced him later). I have also written down my interpretation of his words and my understating of his behavior and tried to explain (with my limited knowledge) his confused or rather puzzled state of mind. I hope my understanding will be helpful to all those unfortunates, who couldn’t meet this atypical individual.

Akshai(claims himself as Axe, this rather unpopular alias of our quite popular friend was kept by his schoolmates, whose funda, for some reasons he wouldn’t disclose) asks our man “Bosad, where is Lahore?”
Now our man always avoids intellectual discussions, according to him he hates burning his abundant grey cells (after all it’s being burnt, his funda “the lesser you use, the more you save”). He makes a grumbling noise and tries to change the topic to intellectually less challenging ones. But after much persistence from Akshai he restores to a blank expressionless face. (Our man thinks a blank face might give an idea about his superior knowledge).
Akshai(in his usual mood to rape our friend) “ okk!! I give you a hint. It’s in south east Asia, Malaysia right??” The expressions on our friend’s face completely changes. As if a wave of thoughts have struck him. His eyes widen and his eye brow twitches. After much physical displays of intelligence (as what’s apparent) he shouts,” I know it’s in California”. The possible reason of error can be his recent infatuation with California University where he had applied for PhD in Optical Sciences. Never in history of dept. of Materials Sciences of IITM has a person applied for it, but our friends believes in breaking boundaries (but Dabba, another friend of mine claims that our man was tripped by its beautiful site, our man’s words “ a beautiful site promises high-funda dept.”).

His talent to cog. Bosad hasn’t passed a single course in IITM (to the best of my knowledge) without cogging in exams. Even if he knows the answer he will check it twice with others before penning it down. One thing that our man can very aptly teach this world is the different innovative and quite effective ways to copy from other’s papers. (It is one amongst the few things which reflects his ingenuity and his keen sharpness, maybe the grey cells that our man has been saving till date is useful for it)

His mantra in life “sasta sundar tikou”. (To all those who are less gifted in hindi, sasta means cheap sundar beautiful and tikou conveys sturdiness). Our insightful friend uses this phrase wherever and whenever he can possibly use. Quite a lot of times one will find him bulbing ( iitm lingo to describe a state when a person is completely clueless) why in the very first place did he use it.

His gayism. He has a charisma; sexual magnetism that attracts every male towards him. He has scores following him and his fan club keeps on multiplying. To be frank if I turn into a gay he will be the first person, I‘ll propose. His cute little chubby face, slender body and big ass are too much of temptation for any normal person.

I can’t describe my friend completely in my blog, he is too complex. Rest is for my readers to figure out. I have penned down few of his innumerable slapstick remarks

“To be famous one has to be filthy”

“Aliens and computer, both are similar to me”.

One of the excellent feature of our man is his ability to aptly survive on land, air and sea.
If you wanna discover more about this rare individual you can also read Akshai blog (I have provided a link on my page.)

I am enthralled to meet this rare person and I am grateful to God that he gave me this opportunity to know this individual. Though I have still lot more to understand, but I am fortunate I came to know the little that I can. Long Live My Bosad.