The Grand Entrance
On 23 November, Ruchit Prajapat entered the world. The world was not consulted, but it has been managing ever since. Early signs of a future expert in making confident arguments—regardless of the evidence—were already in place.
Another lap around the sun — and still no sign of wisdom.
Exhibit A · The Official Record
Relocated,Not Released.
Let the record show that Ruchit Prajapat — a gentleman of impeccable reputation and questionable judgement — was born on the twenty-third of November, a date the calendar has been obliged to defend ever since. Until May he lived in the hometown that raised him; then, his father having been transferred to Chennai with a promptness no other paperwork has ever displayed, Ruchit followed, and there he remains, presumably still convinced that every argument he lost was merely postponed.
Distance, regrettably, has placed him beyond my daily supervision: he is no longer within roasting range, and his mind, once twisted each morning by my diligent hand, now goes unexercised. Yet his memories refuse to relocate, and continue to occupy my head rent-free, ignoring every eviction notice I have drafted. I, Shivam Sharma — best friend, architect of his daily confusion, and self-appointed Chief Roaster of every passing second — therefore declare this website open, in the sincere hope that the birthday boy may enjoy one full day without insult. The ceasefire, I should disclose, expires at 12:01 a.m.
- Born23 November
- Stationed inChennai
- RelocatedSince May
— Shivam Sharma, Chief Roaster & Best Friend
From Sikar to Chennai — a road trip that plays as you scroll
But you still live in my heart
The Unofficial Historical Record
A Friendship Built on Chaos
Every friendship has a beginning. Ours had eyeglass straps, questionable artwork, mid-bench politics, and a steadily declining standard of humour. Scroll on; the evidence is documented.
The Eyeglass-Strap Era
A new specimen arrived in 8th Aster: one student, one eyeglass strap, and a collection of childhood drawings presented to the class teacher with the confidence of an artist unveiling a national treasure. The drawings were certainly memorable. Whether they were masterpieces remains a matter for the investigating committee.
The Mid-Bencher Acquisition
The same specimen eventually found his way into the mid-benchers’ circle, befriending Amit, Arpit, Piyush, Surjeet, and the rest of the department. The social network expanded; the original storyline, however, still revolved around two other fellows. Apparently, even friendships have a main cast and a supporting cast.
Festino: Where the Story Actually Begins
Then came Festino 2024. The specimen crossed paths with an extraordinarily intelligent species. It was a historic encounter: two questionable judgement systems discovered that they could somehow understand each other. The friendship that followed was not on the schedule—but neither, apparently, was common sense.
From Occasional Contact to Full-Time Chaos
A new academic year brought both of us into the legendary class of 9th M.A. Occasional conversations turned into regular banter, harmless comments became competitive roasts, and the friendship grew stronger with every passing day. Our bond was developing beautifully; our collective maturity was not.
The Anaconda Chapter
May 2025 brought a rare classroom phenomenon: the legendary Anaconda made its entrance. Amit helped strengthen the growing bond and kept the journey moving. The classroom’s definition of “normal” did not survive this chapter—and, to be fair, it had been struggling for quite some time.
The Manish Expansion Pack
Manish joined the discussions: exceptionally sweet, almost suspiciously innocent, and still the undisputed champion of sincerity. He also turned out to be a living printing machine, producing written work at a speed that made ordinary printers look personally offended. The group gained a good friend; the stationery industry gained a rival.
Freedom, at Long Last
Monday, 9 February 2026: ninth grade was finally behind us, and life briefly felt gloriously unrestricted. Then came Miss Swati Mishra—wonderfully unpredictable and unforgettable. Under her watch, ordinary school days became stories worth retelling. We laughed, enjoyed the little things, and almost forgot that peace in school is usually a limited-time offer.
The Great Return of Reality
The carefree spell did not last. By April, reality had returned with a particularly unpleasant announcement: school was back, and the board exams were approaching. We went from enjoying life to serving a sentence measured in chapters, deadlines, tests, and “important questions”. Thus we discovered the painful truth: school freedom comes with an expiry date—and the boards are apparently in charge of the calendar.
The Great Chennai Relocation
Then came May 2026. His father’s transfer sent Ruchit to Chennai. One city gained a resident, our familiar circle lost a regular source of chaos, and I lost my favourite target for high-quality, completely unnecessary roasting. The distance grew to roughly 2,000 kilometres. Sadly for him, the internet was still working.
Different Cities, Same Nonsense
Now, roughly 2,000 kilometres separate us, but the memories make the journey faster than any train. The jokes still land, the roasts still travel, and the friendship remains stubbornly unaffected by geography. Some friendships need daily proximity; ours seems to run perfectly well on shared memories, questionable humour, and a reliable internet connection.
And that, dear historian, is where the archive pauses—not because the story is over, but because the next chapter is still busy creating material for the roast.
The Grand Finale
Make a wish, Ruchit.
The candle has been waiting all year to be dramatic. Press the button and make it count.
Wish Ruchit
Write a birthday wish below and it opens in WhatsApp, addressed to Ruchit and ready to send. Warm, funny or wildly embarrassing — you decide.