I am not the protagonist of this story. I didn’t ride the bike, fall off a rooftop, or scream like a chipmunk mid-air.

But I was there.

Watching. Laughing. Sometimes helping. Mostly documenting.

What you’re about to read is the tale of one extraordinary, utterly confused medical student — Shaggy — and the cosmic comedy that followed him through labs, hostel corridors, village fairs, and romantic disasters.

I wrote it down not because it made sense but because it had to be remembered.

These are the chronicles of Shaggy.

I’m just the guy who survived it… and took notes.

What started as idle observations from the corner seat of a government medical college, addas, and stories told turned into what you're reading now—a legend stitched together with lungis, late-night runs, and lunacy.

Here’s what you’ll find:

• The Jaathre Files: Ghosts, gods, and government festivals gone wrong.

• Chipmunk Chronicles: A love story involving airtime and a speed breaker.

• Trip Too Trippy: One herbal incident to rule them all.

Some of this is true.
Some of it is too true.
But all of it is Shaggy.