Vivek “Vicky” Kapoor
In every group of friends, there is this person called the ‘nice guy’ who never really goes wrong, never over-reacts, is level-headed, is dependable, soft-spoken, can play the shrink very well and is nice to everyone. Vicky takes that title in our gang. Some notable additions to those general nice guy traits with reference to Vicky are outstanding programming abilities, knowledge of the exact routes in and around CP (something which most of us are pretty bad at) and also the brains of a genius.
Vicky is the kind of guy girls can take to their parents. He is the kind of person who both the good and bad guys admire. The good guys for obvious reasons and the bad ones because they think people like Vicky are some sort of super humans. I am saying the last thing particularly with reference to academics, because I have seen many of his classmates look up to Vicky for last minute survival coaching just a few hours before the exams. It’s funny, how they listen to him when he is explaining stuff to them like a some sort of a magician in front of an enchanted crowd. And Vicky and Sonny have had to do that several times before every exam each time cursing god for creating such morons who come up to them seeking some sort of miracles which would help them pass their exams one more time. The bad guys also like him because they know if they are on good terms with someone like him, he can come to their rescue whenever they land up in shit (something they are deep within anyway), and come ‘samhaalo the baat’!
Vicky was the ‘party animal’ of the group. Anytime you saw him, you would always find him dressed in crisp clothes, polished shoes and deodorant sprayed all over him even if it was just to go and eat fruits from amma! I don’t know why he bothered himself with taking so much pain to stay dressed up all the time, but he did it nevertheless. Another thing about Vicky was, his way with women. Some guys woo women with their looks, some with their charms, some with money (and probably bikes, jazzy mobile phones and tight jeans since I am talking of people in Bawana) but Vicky just managed to do that without making an effort. Credible sources have informed us all repeatedly that he enjoyed a huge fan-following in the girls’ hostel, something he never tried to find out much about himself for reasons best known to him.
Vicky probably came the closest in our gang to actually converting our fantasies about women into reality but humbly denied the opportunity choosing to think from the head rather than the place from where men usually think when it comes to women. The reference here is obviously Shakti Kapoor, a girl who was willing to literally do anything for him during one of the Engifests, by offering to “go to a room which is cozier”. We even kept a room ready for the action in our hostel which later became a store house for jhaadus etc. For this supreme act of self-penance and sacrifice Vicky was made the lifetime president of S.H.A.G Club (Single, Happy and Gay…Happy?!...Ya right, it was more like a pseudonym for a bunch of losers!), the club which all the single men formed in the hostel after repeated failed attempts to get a girlfriend!
I got along with Vicky on a personal note when it came to food. In all our outings, treats etc. irrespective of the occasion, venue etc. the decision of ordering was generally left to the two of us, something we gladly performed. While my knowledge of food and beverages was and probably will always be restricted to ghaas-phoos as people liked to call vegetarian fare, Vicky was also the top consultant for people in matters of choosing cigarettes, cigars and fine alcohol. The two of us also shared a passion for the street food and have sneaked out from the crowd to grab a bite more than once (Shankar Mkt., Chhola Bhaturas 8-)).
An amazing trait of Vicky’s personality is the calming effect he has on people. Most people generally tried to behave themselves in front of him. He’s the kind of guy you could always go to when you needed an ear to listen to. You were bound to come out of the conversation more cooled down and less convinced about your whole world coming to an end. If nothing else, he can help you delay that end for some time at least!
Vicky never did anything outrageous. So much so, that as I am writing this, I can’t think of one single incident where Vicky was the only star performer, biggest looser, scapegoat or the supreme hero. However, what is significant is that I can also not imagine any of the crazy, not-so-crazy, a little crazy and absolutely-not-crazy things we have done in college without him (YMCA dance, jhaado wars to name a few). He is and will always be an integral and indispensable part of the gang, even when we spread out in god knows how many directions. (One unfulfilled wish that I think I will always have w.r.t him is to study my MBA with him, but that’s not of any consequence now)
With his genius brains, Friday dressing, charming personality and sensitive heart I am sure Vicky will always do very well for himself in all spheres of life and win hearts. I am quite certain he will remain the amongst the nicest people I will ever come across in my life, a friend I will always feel proud of and a human being I will always feel lucky to have gotten a chance to know closely. I hope you continue to remain the way you are forever. God Bless.
With Best Wishes
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