​No Plain Jain this

Fourth year at IIT Delhi. Anuj Jain agrees to help me with the software aspect of my final-year project. As expected, ‘help’ turns out to be a euphemism for ‘do’.
Let me recount a particular night to you. It’s well past midnight and Anuj has just returned from the computer centre after putting in hours of work on my project. He sees my room lights are on and so decides to apprise me of the progress. My door opens. It reveals that while Anuj was slogging away at the computer centre, the beneficiary of his toil was hosting a little jua party. And the travesty doesn’t end there! When Anuj(who isn’t from my engineering branch) puts forth a mechanical engineering related query that has cropped up in the software, I simply point to a tome on the book-shelf, “उसमें मिल जाएगा जवाब।” Guess what? Anuj picks up the book, wishes me goodnight, walks out, and shuts the door behind him. The jua party continues undisturbed.
I remember one of my friends telling my wife about it being I who’d introduced the gang to the so called vices. “पर सचिन को बिगाड़ा तो आप लोगों ने है,” pat had come the reply.
I guess she wasn’t wrong.