TAMING  THE  BULL

This incident dates back to 1992-93 when I was at INS Dega. The Inliving complex was outside INS Dega and it was a HEAVEN for the bachelors.

The MCPOs/CPOs/POs were all in one mess. And Ofcourse, Artificers were the majority there. The evenings were SUPERB with everyone of us, meeting in the garden at the centre after coming from our departments and having a small FANTI SESSION, having a quick bath after that and assembling in the BAR for the evening hours. All kinds of topics under the sky were debated in the BAR.We had two cute Mess boys ANJANEYA and RAMANA who took great care of us. 
They used to wait patiently wait  for us to come down from the BAR after the hectic session and have our dinner.

One POR(TEL) Nair  landed there on transfer from COMCEN (Vizag). I don't remember his full name. He was  30 plus and a senior in our lot and was regular at the Bar. He was very shy in nature and used to always smile and talk very less.  But, after a few pegs  he used to become so talkative that we used to run away from him. He used to narrate his HISTORIC DEEDS in the various ships and establishments that he had served. 
In all the stories that he narrated, he was the Hero. The BAR SESSIONS which were very very interesting became a HELL with this man's arrival. Though he was an innocent man trying to impress us after a few pegs, we realised that he was literally sitting on our shoulders and eating our ears and hence we avoided sitting with him for a drink. But he used to smell our presence and join us and divert the entire topic that was being discussed there. We used to runaway from him and hide in our cabins.He used to knock at our cabins and enter our cabins and continue with his tales till late in the midnight and sometimes till early hours of the morning. 
The next dat he was his  normal self.... SHY and QUIET, totally opposite of what he was the previous night. This surprised all of us.

One day, we all decided to tame this person. A classmate of mine HS Bhadana was a master in all these and took great interest in pulling people's legs.  He had some Medical college student friends who had gifted him A HUMAN SKULL on his birthday. 

The skull had an opening in the upper part. He was using this skull as a Toilet kit. He used to keep his Toothbrush, toothpaste, and all shaving items inside the skull. Every morning he used to get up and have a DARSHAN of the skull before leaving for the toilet to finish his morning routines. The sex of the skull was also a topic of Debate in one of the Bar sesions. I shall cover that some other day. 

Anyway, the stage for the drama was set. We managed two three Anti-Collision lights and 24 volt  batteries of Chetak Helicopter and installed them in three different corners of Bhadana's cabin. Also some serial lights were arranged inside the cabin. Some camphor and other smoke emitting items were arranged inside the cabin. Bhadana, who was bearded, did a little bit  of makeup and twisted his moustache to give himself a horrific look. He continued with his EVENING RUM inside his cabin while we went to the bar and as usual POR(TEL) Nair joined us and, as usual, started eating our head after a few pegs. At one time he boasted that he is not afraid of anyone...Not even the CNS or Defence Minister. 

One Partner, for provoking him, with a twinkle in his eyes,  challenged him to talk to Bhadana if he has guts. The inebriated Nair got provoked and he accepted the challenge and he walked towards Bhadana's cabin. We all accompanied Nair.

Bhadana who was tipped off about Nair's arrival was anxiously waiting for him. Nair, who was pitch drunk and walking with great difficulty was already on four legs. 

He banged open Bhadana's cabin door and...................LO.....Inside Bhadana's cabin the scene was horrific......straight out of a Bollywood Horror film.............
The rotating RED Anti-collision lights and the serial lights were the only source of illumination with all other lights switched OFF. The skull  on Bhadana's table was having a serial lamp in each eye which were blinking periodically giving a terrific look. The jaw of the skull was opening and closing as if chewing something. I don't know how Bhadana managed this. The entire cabin was smoke filled with very less visiblity.
And in a corner was Bhadana sitting wearing a black Dhothi and a black banian with a stick in one hand and another skull in the other hand. His both upper eyelids were rolled up giving a horrifying look. His twisted moustache added  horror to the already terrifying look. And to complete it there was this song HARI OM HARI......HARI OM HARI...being played in the backgound on his music player. This was enough for any stranger to piss in his pants.

POR(TEL) Nair who barged into Bhadana's cabin suddenly stopped on seeing this horrific scene. He was dumbstuck and started looking around the cabin. Bhadana then shouted at the peak of his voice...KOUN  HAI..KYA CHAHIYE TUMHE????

On hearing the voice of Bhadana, POR(TEL) Nair  stared at Bhadana and then fell with a thud.....Unconscious.

All of us lifted him and put him in his cabin. 
The following day POR(TEL) Nair  was  as usual SHY and LESS TALKING. 

But POR(TEL) Nair stopped drinking in our Bar after that. On Fridays he used to cycle all the way to INS SATVAHANA which was 21 kms away for having a peg or two and come back cycling all the way and quietly sleep in his cabin.

TAMING THE BULL...narrated by Santosh

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TAMING THE BULL

This incident dates back to 1992-93 when I was at INS Dega. The Inliving complex was outside INS Dega and it was a HEAVEN for the bachelors.

The MCPOs/CPOs/POs were all in one mess. And Ofcourse, Artificers were the majority there. The evenings were SUPERB with everyone of us, meeting in the garden at the centre after coming from our departments and having a small FANTI SESSION, having a quick bath after that and assembling in the BAR for the evening hours. All kinds of topics under the sky were debated in the BAR.We had two cute Mess boys ANJANEYA and RAMANA who took great care of us.
They used to wait patiently wait for us to come down from the BAR after the hectic session and have our dinner.

One POR(TEL) Nair landed there on transfer from COMCEN (Vizag). I don't remember his full name. He was 30 plus and a senior in our lot and was regular at the Bar. He was very shy in nature and used to always smile and talk very less. But, after a few pegs he used to become so talkative that we used to run away from him. He used to narrate his HISTORIC DEEDS in the various ships and establishments that he had served.
In all the stories that he narrated, he was the Hero. The BAR SESSIONS which were very very interesting became a HELL with this man's arrival. Though he was an innocent man trying to impress us after a few pegs, we realised that he was literally sitting on our shoulders and eating our ears and hence we avoided sitting with him for a drink. But he used to smell our presence and join us and divert the entire topic that was being discussed there. We used to runaway from him and hide in our cabins.He used to knock at our cabins and enter our cabins and continue with his tales till late in the midnight and sometimes till early hours of the morning.
The next dat he was his normal self.... SHY and QUIET, totally opposite of what he was the previous night. This surprised all of us.

One day, we all decided to tame this person. A classmate of mine HS Bhadana was a master in all these and took great interest in pulling people's legs. He had some Medical college student friends who had gifted him A HUMAN SKULL on his birthday.

The skull had an opening in the upper part. He was using this skull as a Toilet kit. He used to keep his Toothbrush, toothpaste, and all shaving items inside the skull. Every morning he used to get up and have a DARSHAN of the skull before leaving for the toilet to finish his morning routines. The sex of the skull was also a topic of Debate in one of the Bar sesions. I shall cover that some other day.

Anyway, the stage for the drama was set. We managed two three Anti-Collision lights and 24 volt batteries of Chetak Helicopter and installed them in three different corners of Bhadana's cabin. Also some serial lights were arranged inside the cabin. Some camphor and other smoke emitting items were arranged inside the cabin. Bhadana, who was bearded, did a little bit of makeup and twisted his moustache to give himself a horrific look. He continued with his EVENING RUM inside his cabin while we went to the bar and as usual POR(TEL) Nair joined us and, as usual, started eating our head after a few pegs. At one time he boasted that he is not afraid of anyone...Not even the CNS or Defence Minister.

One Partner, for provoking him, with a twinkle in his eyes, challenged him to talk to Bhadana if he has guts. The inebriated Nair got provoked and he accepted the challenge and he walked towards Bhadana's cabin. We all accompanied Nair.

Bhadana who was tipped off about Nair's arrival was anxiously waiting for him. Nair, who was pitch drunk and walking with great difficulty was already on four legs.

He banged open Bhadana's cabin door and...................LO.....Inside Bhadana's cabin the scene was horrific......straight out of a Bollywood Horror film.............
The rotating RED Anti-collision lights and the serial lights were the only source of illumination with all other lights switched OFF. The skull on Bhadana's table was having a serial lamp in each eye which were blinking periodically giving a terrific look. The jaw of the skull was opening and closing as if chewing something. I don't know how Bhadana managed this. The entire cabin was smoke filled with very less visiblity.
And in a corner was Bhadana sitting wearing a black Dhothi and a black banian with a stick in one hand and another skull in the other hand. His both upper eyelids were rolled up giving a horrifying look. His twisted moustache added horror to the already terrifying look. And to complete it there was this song HARI OM HARI......HARI OM HARI...being played in the backgound on his music player. This was enough for any stranger to piss in his pants.

POR(TEL) Nair who barged into Bhadana's cabin suddenly stopped on seeing this horrific scene. He was dumbstuck and started looking around the cabin. Bhadana then shouted at the peak of his voice...KOUN HAI..KYA CHAHIYE TUMHE????

On hearing the voice of Bhadana, POR(TEL) Nair stared at Bhadana and then fell with a thud.....Unconscious.

All of us lifted him and put him in his cabin.
The following day POR(TEL) Nair was as usual SHY and LESS TALKING.

But POR(TEL) Nair stopped drinking in our Bar after that. On Fridays he used to cycle all the way to INS SATVAHANA which was 21 kms away for having a peg or two and come back cycling all the way and quietly sleep in his cabin.

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