Of bread, butter and jam..

Handling myself in unfavourable environments has never been my forte.this incident is one classic story all my seniors would like to tell..and also the sole reason as to why i am called what i am called today..

Joining a new college is never an easy business. my methodical parents wanted me to get as much info about the coll from the seniors as i can and i too didnt fail in my duties. But the real show started only when i decided to meet my seniors up in the train.

DATE: 7/8/05 VENUE : yeshwantpur-vasco express

Our protaganist (me) had decided to meet up his seniors.searching through the coaches i finally located them and greeted with an emphatic- " hi da !! "
- the greatest mistake a fresher can ever hope to do..

things went downhill from there as you would expect..

They started to ask me about my entrance scores(there i think i was able to regain some favour back..i used to study better those days) . slowly, the subject of my dropping a seat in NIT n joining BITS came up. I started talking about my academic reasons and justifications.when i could see they were not satisfied,i went further & said " also,the food over there is not good like goa..." . this seemed to have brought a sudden insurgence into them. they simply asked "what kind of food do you get over ther? ".
" just 2 slices of bread for breakfast"
- atleast that was what i wish i had said...but like all fools being fools & me being me,that was not to be... i said:
"oh, dont ask.. they barely give 2 bread slices.and u know why? they say its universal food..hehehe..cant believe...thank god its not like that in goa..they give sweets everyday" ...blah blah. Anybody who has endured mess food here would say how sweet eating in mess is. somehow, the ape in me got the better of my judgement that day to make a public fool of myself.
'universal food' ,really....

The rest is history...

ppl now call me bread,bred,bredu n what not..food s been my identity for some time now.(in school it was Biscoth Bharath).not that i mind.when others ask me why i m called so,i have a handy story related to murphy's law-the one with the buttered side of bread falling down.i keep telling them how i tried to explain once about murphy's law to my friends & how i wrongly got nicked as Bread.

And they sympathise with me...