The Story of Forest/Hardeep/Deepak.
I moved into this flat last September. Our flat has since then been frequented by a chap who lives upstairs, but doesnt get on with his flatmates. This asian fellow was called Forest, as far as i knew for a while.
I was very impressed by his life he told me about in freshers and the proceeding weeks. The son of the UN aids cheif lived in Trinidad, in the US Embassy, with servants to wait on him hand and foot, but went to school in England, which was why he had a Middlesborough accent. Due to moving about a lot for his dads job, he had passports of various nationalities, including British, American, Trinidadian, Indian and Canadian. There may even have been others which i cant remember.
I thought it was an excellent example of the kind of interesting people one might hope to meet at university and considered myself to be lucky.
He was a very sporty chap, in team GB rowing and trained every day before any of us woke up, at 6am or so. Also a very computer-brainy guy, he had been designing websites since he was about 10 and being paid for them since he was about 14, as far as i can remember.
I found out that his real name was Hardeep, id never really asked about it, but Forest was a name his flatmates had given him, because he's 'such a fast runner'.
As he had gone to school in England i felt a slight connection with him and asked about his a-levels one day, assuming he wouldnt have taken many as he's at uni a year early. Turns out he had taken 10! 10 A-Levels in one year! My oh my. He had got A grades in all of them aswell as getting the highest marks in Physics in the country.
In following days, conversation turned to his web-designing. He had done many many websites for high-profile companies, and was well known in computing circles under his name 'Tsunami', the meaning of Hardeep. He said he had made websites for the Royal Bank of Scotland and the MacDonalds empolyee site.
Incase you are wondering, i am not a complete fool and had realised he was bullshitting by now.
Aaaaanyway, his web-designing had earnt him big-bucks, many jobs hauling in 5-20K. All that money, and they would only take him 30minutes to put together. He didnt need to be living in halls with us low-lifes, he could have bought a house in Glasgow, but he was living here to meet people, and do uni the proper way, like common people do.
He mentioned sometime early this year that he got 15K for christmas, pocketmoney really for a chap like him.
Once Gavin asked the meaning of Vorsprung durch Technik, off some car advert. As Forest has an A in A-level German, better than my cruddy B, he would have known the meaning, but he didnt, so i informed Gavin. Shocking that my limited knowledge equipped me so much better than Forests.
Some flat members were watching the Bourne Identity a while ago and he strolled in and told them all to look out for him as he 'starred' in it.
He has different dates of birth on each of his passports as he doesnt know the real date. This is because people dont make a big deal of it in India, where he was born. Surely this is a major breach of the law?
There have been many other gems spurted forth from the mouth of Forest, for example, this evening he was informing us that the university has cameras in the lecture halls so that a little man can take a still and count attendance in secret so they can hold it against you when they want to chuck you out.
Also, there is absolutely no evidence in his room of any of his so-called life. No canoeing equipment, no photos of Trinidad, no expenisve treats he bought himself with all his money. Not much at all really.
Basically everything he says is shit, and almost every day he will come up with some far-fetched story to tell us about himself.
Well, he is supposedly moving to Canada this summer for 5 years, so that's nice. He has provided us with a fairly regular flow of communal chocolate throughout the year, i might miss that. Or maybe not.
Anyhow, the icing on the cake came this evening when Dan and i were sat in my room and we heard a voice calling hello down the hall. It was the warden lady and a senior resident type, looking for someone called D'Pac, who i obviously assumed to be some commercial rap artist i was unaware of. Turned out i was wrong, Deepak, was a person living in the flat upstairs and his flatmates had mentioned he spent a lot of time down here. Whilst i made various useless noises, Dan directed the pair towards Graemes room. Then i reached the same conclusion, she was refering to Forest/Hardeep.
As catching Forest out on as many of his claims as possible is one of our favourite pastimes, we got very excited and sat about discussing what Deepak might mean whilst he was upstairs talking to the official people.
He came back down with a book for Graeme, who said 'Thanks Deepak'. Forests face paled and asked what Graeme had just called him. Graeme tries to go all coy, and says that the woman just called him Deepak, and why might that be?
Forest spluttered for a few moments and left the room.
We laughed/cried with joy at having foiled him, again.
But as per, he didnt want to let us have the last laugh and returned with his cover-up story 10 minutes later. Apparantly, Deepak is the name his brother called him before he killed himself. His brother called him that because he was retarded and couldnt say Hardeep. And, oh gosh, it was so hard to hear anyone call him that, which was why he 'fell apart' and had to go gather himself for a few moments.
He is a fucking sicko. As if you say stuff like that to people. A) Why on earth would the halls warden refer to him by the same name as his dead retarded brother did? B)I find it SO insluting that he thinks for one second that any of us are stupid enough to believe one word that comes out of his mouth.
In general, i detest liars, but in this case i just feel sorry for him. He is never going to be able to form real friendships or relationships of any kind with anyone. No one will ever trust him. I pity him.
Haemo x x x.
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I moved into this flat last September. Our flat has since then been frequented by a chap who lives upstairs, but doesnt get on with his flatmates. This asian fellow was called Forest, as far as i knew for a while.
I was very impressed by his life he told me about in freshers and the proceeding weeks. The son of the UN aids cheif lived in Trinidad, in the US Embassy, with servants to wait on him hand and foot, but went to school in England, which was why he had a Middlesborough accent. Due to moving about a lot for his dads job, he had passports of various nationalities, including British, American, Trinidadian, Indian and Canadian. There may even have been others which i cant remember.
I thought it was an excellent example of the kind of interesting people one might hope to meet at university and considered myself to be lucky.
He was a very sporty chap, in team GB rowing and trained every day before any of us woke up, at 6am or so. Also a very computer-brainy guy, he had been designing websites since he was about 10 and being paid for them since he was about 14, as far as i can remember.
I found out that his real name was Hardeep, id never really asked about it, but Forest was a name his flatmates had given him, because he's 'such a fast runner'.
As he had gone to school in England i felt a slight connection with him and asked about his a-levels one day, assuming he wouldnt have taken many as he's at uni a year early. Turns out he had taken 10! 10 A-Levels in one year! My oh my. He had got A grades in all of them aswell as getting the highest marks in Physics in the country.
In following days, conversation turned to his web-designing. He had done many many websites for high-profile companies, and was well known in computing circles under his name 'Tsunami', the meaning of Hardeep. He said he had made websites for the Royal Bank of Scotland and the MacDonalds empolyee site.
Incase you are wondering, i am not a complete fool and had realised he was bullshitting by now.
Aaaaanyway, his web-designing had earnt him big-bucks, many jobs hauling in 5-20K. All that money, and they would only take him 30minutes to put together. He didnt need to be living in halls with us low-lifes, he could have bought a house in Glasgow, but he was living here to meet people, and do uni the proper way, like common people do.
He mentioned sometime early this year that he got 15K for christmas, pocketmoney really for a chap like him.
Once Gavin asked the meaning of Vorsprung durch Technik, off some car advert. As Forest has an A in A-level German, better than my cruddy B, he would have known the meaning, but he didnt, so i informed Gavin. Shocking that my limited knowledge equipped me so much better than Forests.
Some flat members were watching the Bourne Identity a while ago and he strolled in and told them all to look out for him as he 'starred' in it.
He has different dates of birth on each of his passports as he doesnt know the real date. This is because people dont make a big deal of it in India, where he was born. Surely this is a major breach of the law?
There have been many other gems spurted forth from the mouth of Forest, for example, this evening he was informing us that the university has cameras in the lecture halls so that a little man can take a still and count attendance in secret so they can hold it against you when they want to chuck you out.
Also, there is absolutely no evidence in his room of any of his so-called life. No canoeing equipment, no photos of Trinidad, no expenisve treats he bought himself with all his money. Not much at all really.
Basically everything he says is shit, and almost every day he will come up with some far-fetched story to tell us about himself.
Well, he is supposedly moving to Canada this summer for 5 years, so that's nice. He has provided us with a fairly regular flow of communal chocolate throughout the year, i might miss that. Or maybe not.
Anyhow, the icing on the cake came this evening when Dan and i were sat in my room and we heard a voice calling hello down the hall. It was the warden lady and a senior resident type, looking for someone called D'Pac, who i obviously assumed to be some commercial rap artist i was unaware of. Turned out i was wrong, Deepak, was a person living in the flat upstairs and his flatmates had mentioned he spent a lot of time down here. Whilst i made various useless noises, Dan directed the pair towards Graemes room. Then i reached the same conclusion, she was refering to Forest/Hardeep.
As catching Forest out on as many of his claims as possible is one of our favourite pastimes, we got very excited and sat about discussing what Deepak might mean whilst he was upstairs talking to the official people.
He came back down with a book for Graeme, who said 'Thanks Deepak'. Forests face paled and asked what Graeme had just called him. Graeme tries to go all coy, and says that the woman just called him Deepak, and why might that be?
Forest spluttered for a few moments and left the room.
We laughed/cried with joy at having foiled him, again.
But as per, he didnt want to let us have the last laugh and returned with his cover-up story 10 minutes later. Apparantly, Deepak is the name his brother called him before he killed himself. His brother called him that because he was retarded and couldnt say Hardeep. And, oh gosh, it was so hard to hear anyone call him that, which was why he 'fell apart' and had to go gather himself for a few moments.
He is a fucking sicko. As if you say stuff like that to people. A) Why on earth would the halls warden refer to him by the same name as his dead retarded brother did? B)I find it SO insluting that he thinks for one second that any of us are stupid enough to believe one word that comes out of his mouth.
In general, i detest liars, but in this case i just feel sorry for him. He is never going to be able to form real friendships or relationships of any kind with anyone. No one will ever trust him. I pity him.
Haemo x x x.
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and i quote "In general, i detest liars..."
you know all about me... i dont have any debt owed to the bank, i have never cheated on any of my partners, i did not have man sex once, or twice for that matter, i have never stolen amounts of money from my family that add up to over 2000pounds, i really do like the way i look, i dont ever want to get married to anyone, i want to quit smoking etc, etc...
by the by, you are going to buy me cigarettes duty free when you come over. and then tattoo or pierce me, then sex me.