I think you all are more or less stingy, especially in school and college life. Because at that time almost all of us were dependent on the handouts given by the house. So naturally a little bit of Kiptemi comes. But so there is a limit to kiptemi or not?

A friend of mine has created a level of his own by being stingy. My talk with him in college life, classmate. He was the son of a Brahmin family. That's why we called him "Bamo". No real name or said.

Then I just started going to a tuition. The first was not the first bike. So I would go by bus. It will be only 5 km from my mess. Only two stops. Besides Bamo, I was getting on the bus one day for tuition. I got up through the front gate and they were getting up through the back gate. I didn't understand the matter so much, because there is a good crowd at the bus stand. So that's where it can go. After a while the stoppage came, like many I got off. I am waiting for them to come down, but they are not coming down anymore. I was quite surprised. What's the matter, have they forgotten to get off? I could not see them even if I raised my face inside the bus. The stoppage is Tematha and today is my first day in tuition. I don't know exactly where the tuition is. I have talked to Sir on the phone before but I don't know which house. This was read in the great facade. Why would they leave me? Suddenly I see the conductor shouting, "Oh brother, oh brother. The fare?" I looked and saw that Bamo was running to one side. I have already said that the stop is Tematha. And they are both running in both directions. Catch who! And I sit at the bus stand and watch them run. The conductor did not have time to cut the ticket as there was a small crowd on the bus, and when the stoppage came, they ran without cutting the ticket. The conductor then looked here and there like a wave! He is a sight to behold!

This incident is also about bus fare. But a few days later. I was not on the bus that day. I had a bicycle then. I don't go by bus anymore. But I heard the story from another friend who was on the bus that day. This is the case of returning from tuition. This time Bamo could not run. He has caught the conductor before. As he descended, he asked, "Rent?" Bamo was in front and that friend was behind. Bamo immediately pointed to that friend in the back. That means that friend will pay the rent. That is always the case. We all rent together. Retailers don’t have to worry. So Bamo got off the bus and started running again. Then the conductor asked the friend for rent and my friend replied, "I paid my rent. Should I pay the rent if someone shows it to me on the street?"

There is a great temptation to talk about the fact that Bamo did not pay another rent. The book will be a bestseller if he writes a story book about different ways of not paying rent. However, he told us this story with pride in his own mouth. I was also successful to hear. When we get on the bus, we often say "I'll pay later", "I'll pay later". The conductor then asks, "Where are you going?" If we say the name of the place, the conductor understands when we will get off and when we will have to buy a ticket. So now if someone gets off at a distant stop and goes down somewhere in the middle without paying rent, who is coming to see that? Bamo does exactly that. However, the same method cannot always be applied, sometimes a little change has to be made. Now if someone falls asleep intentionally while sitting on the bus, then it must be understood that he will go a long way. This technique has also been applied many times by Bamo and has gone down without paying rent.

Let me tell you another story. I, Bamo and a friend of mine are planning to cook meat at Bamo's mess on Sunday. We do this occasionally because there is no meat in our mess. One morning I bought meat and went to his mess. I said, "I used to make a very good masalamuri". Made with onion, chanachur, tomato etc. Breakfast was great. After eating, rice and meat were cooked. When he went to take a bath, he asked for soap and gave it to him. While I was in the bathroom, I saw Bamo saying from outside, "Dear, is it over? Then pass the soap a little, Ranjan has arrived."

- "Ranjan has come, what should I do?"

- "Give her the soap. She'll want it."

- "Isn't this your soap?"

- "No. Not bought!"

Later it was found out that the murdi we ate with great joy was not his. Her roommate. Most of the time he doesn't have his own until Colgate. So I spent college life with a friend like this!

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