Haaave you met Utkarsh?

He looks shocked at the idea.

Other things aside, this is Utkarsh-yeah-I'll-repeat-my-name-again-you-hard-of-hearing-foreigners, another Indian and my former roommate. We had a falling out a few months back when I refused to Skype with him - in my defence, we were in the same room.

Now, estranged as we are, I can of course tell you all his dirty secrets, hehehe...

A good boy, Utkarsh takes it upon himself to do at least an hour of math and physics every night, even Football nights - a fervent supporter of Manchester...City? (hah!), Utkarsh spends most of his time building his dream team and pretending to spend millions just to do it.

While he is extremely, extremely studious, Utkarsh finds no pleasure in doing exams the regular way. Instead, for his Promo exams, he intentionally walked in late for a few papers, slept during the others and wrote down the right answers in the wrong papers (that's right, he answered a 10-mark Math question on a Physics paper - which was 3 days later). Having aced all his previous assessments, the college assumed he was a faker trying to flunk his way out of his second year, so they burned their warning letters kicked the system and threw him into JC2 anyway.

Clearly, he likes his fun. Tricking a college into promoting you one level without actually scoring (despite being able to) is something even Chuck Norris finds slightly difficult. When he's not plotting his next exam plan, he's playing his electric guitar out on the school field (full kit and all). What, no electricity? He hooked a generator up 5 km away and plugs his hardware into the ground to access the current, deliberately paying homage to the awesome mad Nikola Tesla.

Another tech wizard, he'll likely have me wake up tomorrow to find my blog flooded with my secrets and the number 42 pasted everywhere, no trace of this post in sight. But I think I have a few hours...hurry hurry.