Finally!! Finally!! Big thanx and a hug to 'My Very Own space',who finally gave in to all the subtle hints ive been dropping at her to tag me. U don believe me? click!and check what she says about me too at the end! *blowing nails uncertainly*
man its hot in here!. [:-)] k anyways. here goes nothing!
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
a) A scar beside my left eye, caused when my bro tried to stifle me, when I dint move for him to play ‘Brian Lara cricket’.
b)A linear hairless patch on my scalp [13 stitches] caused by my bro pushing me a ‘little’ too strongly when I was riding a tricycle, resulting in me flying at low altitudes and banging my head on the edge where the kitchen wall and the dining room wall met.
c) A long scar on my left elbow which still reminds me of my first and last attempt at riding a bicycle without handlebars. [5th std] Bro dared me to do it.
d) A scar on my right eye brow when my bro challenged me for a race at Kumarakom bird sanctuary park. The objective was to find ‘any’ bird and inform mom and dad bout it, cos everyone was mighty pissed at having given 50 Rs at the entrance to see riotous hordes of crows everywhere. I was the first (obviously) to find some swans, and getting excited, dint see a barbed wire fence on the way. It stabbed my eyebrows, and I was left hanging on to it, swinging like a pendulum. My cold blooded bro came over, stared at me dangling from my eye brows, stared at the sympathetic group of swans a distance away, and started running back shouting, “Amma, Flamingoes! Flamingoes!”
e) And finally when I was a toddler, I fell headfirst into an Indian closet. It hasn’t been officially proved yet whether my bro was responsible or not. But I’m sure. The impostor who was the house surgeon at casualty medical college [my college] that night, managed to convince my dad, it wasn’t necessary to put a stitch, which resulted in a permanent hairless scar above my upper lip. [one of the two reasons why I don’t grow a moustache]. I’m all set to scar some poor kid for life next year. *rubbing hands* *devilish grin*
Yea I’m the stichman! I’m kind of a big deal [:-)] I got stitches all over my body - 47 i think, a lot of them omitted cos my bro’s contribution hasn’t been proven yet. A quarter of them are on my scalp, which is one reason why I won’t get a Gajini cut. The supposed question mark incision to drain the supposed subdural hematoma of aamir khan in Gajini [yea im impressed with me too] will have a lotta deviant incisions making it look more like a lobotomy incision. That would be stupid. Hence no Gajini cut for me!
P.s : I’ve cut my tongue into half too, but that was an absorbing suture which left no scars. Hence I wont explain.
Well that was what I wish he was. This is really him. Don’t be a pussy! Click!
2. What does your phone look like?
Ooooooh my baby - Sony Ericson k790i. It fell once! , just once! 6 weeks after I bought it. Now most of the time u need to call twice to talk to me, the first call is charged too, nice ehh?
3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?
wait! Lemme count. 73 posters.-1 band poster each of ‘red rain’ and ‘backstreet boys’, 3 demotivational posters and the rest random funny and inspirational stuff I got from the net and printed out, 2 X-rays of my dad from a checkup [1 chest, 1 abdomen – for reference :) ], 2 of my ECG’s that are there to remind me I’m normal, an athletics jersey from school with my name on it, a circular placard of my band that our drummer once made, an original leather whip from Agra, an Inca/Mayan/Aztec (?) mask, 4 Tata Safari magazine ads that I found funny 4 yrs back,a ghost that glows in the dark, 2 Jesus Christ’s from St Xavier’s church Goa [its fashionable], a dart board with three darts at bulls eye, about 50 nightglow stars on the ceiling and walls, a mirror with 4 painted outlines of my hands pasted in paper on it, a large clock, and 2 black wall boards that I made with thermocol with a lotta photographs and other stuff pinned on to it. Yeah that should be it! Im proud! *beaming* And unless you are a real good friend of mine, you are not entering my room.
4. What is your current desktop picture?
An awesome picture of a monkeys red ‘heart shaped’ ass with ‘I’ and ‘U’ on either side.
5. Do you believe in gay marriage? If both the chicks are hot, hell yeah!!!! :)
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
I got my orange steth for Christmas. That leaves me with just the katana, an external hard disk for all my movies, a refresher course for all the past 4 yrs of med school I wasted, 2 gb ddr1 ram, a converse allstar shoes, and Scrubs all 8 seasons. Bas!
7. What time were you born?
12.14 am. Friday. 11th October 198_
10. Last person who made you cry?
Does myself count? [:-)]Forrest gump in the scene when he talks to jenny on the grave. Or the climax scene of central do brasil. Fuck u! I cried at the sheer beauty of it all. I don’t remember which I watched last though. Both were like 5-6 years back.
11. What is your favorite perfume / cologne?
Lomax Pour Perfume by Lomani for Men. This is the only one I ever used, thanks to one of my bros girlfriends finally having the guts to do something about his 'oh so nice' body odor. And guess wat? He gifted it to me to help me with mine. They split.
I just love Old spice deo’s, and park avenue ‘good morning’ deo.
12. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?
Hair color – jet black hair which looks oh so nice and dark brown and soft in sunlight,
Eye color – Blue, Turquoise , lightest brown.
13. What are you listening to?
Staind – epiphany. Last song was fur elise. Next song is Jeff Buckley- Hallelujah. Yes Im depressed!
14. Do you get scared of the dark?
Used to till about u.k.g. Everynight I used to sleep under the light till someone came and offed it. But most of the time I wouldn’t sleep cos I was sure someone was spying on me from my bro’s dark room. Then one night after watching some action movie [I cant decide if it was rocky 1 or first blood] , while the credits (with loud dramatic music) was scrolling up on the tv downstairs, I marched bare chest into the dark room, ready to pounce upon anyone hiding there. The beast fled I guess. Then I carried it to the next level and switched my light off too. Been sleeping soundly in the dark ever since. Rocky rocks!
15. Do you like painkillers?
I use disprin occasionally. Its sweet.
16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Not at all. If the girl is smart, yes! Very.
17.If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
A Cadburys dairy milk family pack. A platter full of beef dragon. A platter full of pineapple cheese cubes, A sex on the beach fountain.
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okok im calm!
My acceptance speech:
I thank another blogger for finally recognizing talent in this dog eat dog world. I thank Caesar for giving me material to write. The award looks real nice, though its not in English. I'm guessing it says "keyzer soze's blog is 'credited' to be the mo
-->st inspiring, brilliant, outstanding, amazingly mind blowing and marvelously intellectual blog in the planet approximately". I dedicate this award to Caesar, Tiger(my previous dog), Chippu 2 ( my dog before that) and Chippu (the one before that) and world peace.
ok guess what. I'm keeping it. I'm not givin it to 8 losers at all. I need some time to figure out who deserves this and all. Lest some unworthy buffoon shall make a big deal of it. So everyone start becoming good now!
4) Frankie munz, Luke pritchard, Daniel Radcliffe are younger than me. They are millionaires, they are famous, they get laid on a daily basis…..I don’t!
it was a LSCS delivery [mother is a previous caesarian], no complications for the mother. Baby boy 2.9 kg delivered at 1.35 pm on the 10th of october 2008. APGAR score of 9. no complications whatsoever. Baby cried soon after birth. Meconium and urine were passed within 24 hours. The child was given 0 dose of BCG and OPV vaccination. The parents were advised about the dates of the next dose.
other notes : its a boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gagan's got a younger bro![ all blog readers are expected to clap at this point.] So its official..gaathi's gonna die of an accumulation of minor myocardial infarcts to be accumulated over the years starting tomorrow! I hear gagan is ecstatic, and he had been jumping around home crying, "Ossum, Ossum" [his version of 'awesome'] since 2 o clock today.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
naay i'm not gone yet! [:)]
just wanted to put up this foto of my room which i hope is self explanatory of my current state of affairs :p.s : U may click on the foto if yure jobless ;) see comments section, just in case....u cant figure.
This post is about the trip i made with my dad to cochin and back. Yea the
same one when he reviewed 'Avial', and said how they should be castrated and all.[refer previous post] The details of the trip follows:
Trivandrum to Cochin.
I drove
Total time taken : 3 hours 30 minutes
Total speeding tickets : none
Details about the trip: If dad cursing my rash driving every 5 mins is not consideredan event, the journey was uneventful.
Cochin to Trivandrum
Total time taken : 5 hours 30 minutes
Total speeding tickets : one
Details about the trip :
dad snatched the keys from me after the marriage, and told me he had enough of my stupid driving.
“U can have my car, when u learn to drive like a grownup”
So off we went...
dad killed 5 people, well almost. 2 with a heart attack. He got 4 middle fingers from drivers of incoming vehicles,1 from a cycle rider.. All this while, he acted cool like nothing happened. And I was playingmy ‘silent rebel’ game too.
There’s this stretch of road from cochin to chertala; which is like the best 400 metre stretch in the indian national highways. If there was an award for the best 400m stretch in Indian national highways, this stretch would really have got that award for the best 400 m stretch in the indian national highways. :) Anyone who doesn’t do a 120 here should be a fukin retard!!! ok this road takes a slight turn when it nears a tree, and voila .... there they are. the kerala police with a big radar contraption they borrowed from the russians or something. It looks like the big bomb in the 'broken arrow' movie. U should have seen me do the funky chicken when my dad took out 300 rs and staggered back to the police jeep. They said he had a 102 goin on a 70 km/hr road and even said an educated grownup like him should be setting an example instead of fooling around like this. 70 km/hr on that road!!!! They gotta be kiddin. But I dint mind. I was trying to hold myself from jumping on to the khaki clad inspector and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
The rest of the journey was pretty uneventful even if dad cursing my stupid driving is considered as an event. Oh yeah the avial review happened somewhere on the way too.
As I steered the car into the lane that leads to my home [refer previous post], my dad said “you can have my car when your house surgency starts; I’ll have yours”. I just said “Ok”. I was still on the silent rebel thing.
this is the new song that my band composed. ill post the youtube link soon. so u can hear it. the songs called:
BACKSEAT DRIVER
and not taxi driver!!! we performed this last week in college and this fat bastard came to me after the show and said, "dude, your new song TAXI DRIVER rocks ". My college sucks mann! [:(]
1 We were out for a drive , these 3 assols n me. When all of a sudden-there was this breeze. Which swept us right off our feet. She was tense, yeah kinda made some sense his mouth was open,he was dumb. And he was jerking off too.
But then I stepped in and said. “come to pappa, baby”[2] said these words as sweet as I could. “come to pappa, baby”[2]
Chorus I’m the back seat rider! Hands on the boot, foot on the wheel I’m the backseat driver!
Im the backseat rider Face in the seat, wait for the beat i'll drive u in the back seat
2 Here we go, You on top .back n forth n round n out. We’ll make it fast or take it slow we'll make it take it the way u want it. keep your toes on the roof,lemme try something new Cuz we did all your fantasies but not even one of mine.
Now that im on top of you “does it feel good baby” [2] Now that im inside you “does it feel good baby” [2]
bridge
i can feel it now i am inside you can u feel it now where the hell are you!
Now we’re kissing, huggin n doin things that ‘lovers’ do She said, "I[ve] been hugged, been kissed But ain't no other boy, make me feel like this So then she sobs and reaches for the door And then She says "you're my sex god"
[The story is entirely fictional and has no resemb to…blah blah]
[No blah : The names of characters have absolutely nothing to do with the two poor guys in my unit. I started writing with their names. I’m too lazy to change now. Don’t go ask them anything. They’ll reverse roundhouse kick u.]
10.40 pm
“what are u guys here for anyway?. U should have slept at MH.”,
he looked really serious this time. Shankar and me looked at each other, blinked in unison and started laughing. It was always funny, when one of us said anything like that; we three being the weakest links of a chain that formed the surgery unit. It was a good joke for the other two, however genuine he looked while delivering it. The rest of the unit dint care. They dint exist. But I think Sarath had been itching to put that scalp suture since 2nd year; for it was why he had been turning up at 6 pm to casualty all this week. And the nice guy that he was, the females were walking all over him and he couldn’t reach anywhere near the patient, let alone suture him. Shankar had put one - 1st day of second year; and me one vigilantly on a sleeping drunk last week. U can’t trust drunks these days. [Two years back u could. I don’t know what happened]. Coming to think of it, I never checked if he woke up.
Today was the last day of surgery casualty posting. But we were starving and wouldn’t let stupid sutures come in the way.
Sarath scratched his head. He was confused. He couldn’t afford to piss off the gang. A solitary weak link is a dangerous thing. He looked at the females on the other side who pretended to read bailey, each silently gearing up for the moment any sorry soul would land in casualty; when they would scream “attack” and start shoving for a place near the perplexed patient. I swear most MI’s reporting at casualty are actually fever cases who pass out when they see the incoming horde. We 3 moving out would mean 3 less people to shove and I hated to think they would be pretty happy about it. But one look into the desolate surgery casualty with flies swooning over the M.O’s mouth was all that was needed to convince sarath. “screw this, lets scoot”
11.15 pm
“man, can u imagine we’re final years now-the senior most batch. We should be getting some respect.” Omelette was first served to this bespectacled junior nearby which prompted Shankar to say this. ”now when did this happen - I cant imagine we’ve finished 4 years in this hell hole.” Chewing on the stone hard paratta, Sarath pretty much looked like a cow while saying this. I smiled. Poor Sarath. He was a terrific guy who had got into JIPMER, CMC and many other abbreviated places before joining here. His dad was an alumnus and he thought it would be pretty cool to follow in his footsteps. He regretted this ever since the first week when this biochem ma’am had insulted him in front of all the batch girls he had arduously impressed over the week. The reason - not stating the chemistry of molisch test convincingly enough. Turns out the ma’am when she was in 2nd yr, was ditched by his nice father in final year, for his mother while she was in 1st year. The maam’s hated 1st years ever since. Sarath quit stating his full name ever since, just in case his dad had made some other friends too.
“I should write about this” I said.
“What”
“About me being the senior and all. I should give some advice to the juniors -about things to do before u pass out, things I wished I had known and so on”
“Yeah right! -one person they need advice is from the biggest screw up in college.”
I’m no masochist but I always liked it when he said that. Sarath was still gnawing on the paratta, so I thought I would cheer him up.
“Man, think this way- At least this place is better than the canteen behind the library. The fans there don’t work cos they dint pay the electricity bill. The tea looks like milk, the milk looks like water, the water‘s got saliva of the ever smiling dude there, who gets even with u for blaming the food”
“True, true, I heard there’s this really cool canteen for staff inside SAT hospital near the O.T, which serves steaming meat rolls and sandwiches. The time is 10.30 morning.”
“Hmmm, We’ll go der tomorrow then before Umesh sir’s afternoon class”
Umesh sir never took the attendance. He never believed in it. Sirs like him restore your lost faith in humanity.
“No way, I’m taking chances with the ward attendance. U guys go wherever u want. Count me out.”
Shankar the pessimist. But maybe he was right. The guy who said size, attitude etc matters, obviously never went to college. Attendance is all that matters. Sarath n I had shortage last year for SPM and ENT which we finally got through, thanks to some groveling, boot-licking, and ass-kissing in the last minute. Shankar had a 99.9%.
We talked about proxy, which loser we could trust, who we could not, when finally Sarath announced he could live without a sutured scalp and didn’t want to go back. Nobody wanted to sit in the canteen anyway. It stank of day before’s sambar, which they were heating up for tomorrow. We thought of walking towards the college for no apparent reason.
12.00 midnight
“Shouldn’t we inform the girls? Maybe they’re missing us”
“They’re frigid man. They wont!”
Shankar was pretty pissed off over the week and I knew why. The surgery PG, on the pretext of teaching suturing was getting extra friendly to our girls, and they were unabashedly playing along too, especially Shankar’s crush. Poor Shankar. He was going crazy, coming to casualty 5 mins before she came, going 5 mins after, and standing by the corner, watching them chat every time in between. The PG was on leave tonight; else Shankar wouldn’t have dared to come with us tonight.
We laughed at a lot of inside jokes about the ladies, and were thoroughly enjoying ourselves now. Then I got reminded of this hilarious ad in TV about new spiritual channels creating awareness among youth. Then for no apparent reason, I thought about karma. Then I thought about my exams.
“Does anybody know when the results will be out?”
“No idea man. Everyone will pass. Don’t u worry”
“I’m not worried, I’m just asking.” I said.
I was worried. I was worried to death about my SPM results...I wish I had more internal marks. You'll never get to know how they calculate your internals. If u get to know, u will never understand it! One fine afternoon in 4th year, when u hear u got a 6/15 on all three subjects, u’ll set out hopping mad, determined to find out all about internals; but halfway through the understanding process, you will collapse in the complexity of it all. All this if u can get through the mob, who’re there to protest against the injustices of a 14.9 becoming a 14.8. It’s a huge mathematical formula involved which they mess up during calculation anyways. It’s not worth it.
“Ever wondered why this junction is called NMJ?” Sarath asked when we reached NMJ.
“No. Why?”
“I dunno. That’s y I asked”
“Maybe its because there’s SCT neuro department on one side and muscular people playing in the ground on the other end.”
“Naah it might be cos, this is the place where muscular guys of MH, and neurotic girls of LH split to goto their respective hostels”
“I like umbilical cord .its so aptly named. obstetric dept on one side and pediatrics dept on the other”. Shankar put in. I dint know where umbilical cord was. I dint dare ask. If u were in final year and u still dint know the local vernacular, they’ll walk all over u. There was a big list of things I dint know and dint dare ask. One in them was cards. If by chance, u happen to enter the men’s common room, never ever [repeat twice] have a look in your face like u know shit about cards. U just need to make noise and look happy when everyone else is looking so. That’s it! You’re in the group! Half of them don’t know cards anyway.
Sarath was getting a couple of misscalls, blank calls and messages and looked pretty happy now. I looked at my phone. It hadn’t come alive since the ‘mytoday’ msg which woke me up in the morning. Maybe there is some problem with it.
“Which one is it now?” Shankar teased Sarath, punishing himself in the process.
”oh just this girl I met the other day.”
“what happened to the one u were in love with last week?”
“oh, we’re just friends now”
I smiled. Sarath had made like a million friends since 1st year, while I was busy wondering who in college I would best have a crush on. I had made a million crushes too. Your crushes will grow up even if u wont. By 3rd year they’ll start marrying. U’ll goto their weddings, happily pose next to the groom, even frame a pair of horns behind him, and return home listening to some depressing breakup song. Life sucks. We continued walking.
1.30 am
“my college is better than yours. my college is better than yours. my college is better than yours” shankar was chanting.
“dude,we in the same college! U feeling sleepy?”
“oh sorry, its this method I learnt to treat depression. It’s called affirmation therapy. I think I have depression”,
“really, where did u learn it from?”
“I learnt it from orkut. U should repeat the opposite of the root cause again and again.”
Sarath n me laughed our asses off. This social networking site had captured the imagination of all youth in the country. Everyone now believes they can get laid through orkut. It just takes a little time to figure out u cant, when u’ll quit sadly cursing the months wasted in front of it, like when I quit last week.
We were sitting in front of the dissection hall. We had come here half an hour ago, kept ears to the door, checked for voices inside, had imagined some, talked about ghosts, got afraid and had finally got bored when Sarath had started chanting.
“Dude did u see the guy that hanged inside MH gym, last year”
“Nope, I saw this guy though in 1st yr, in a tree close to the quarters behind the library”
“Oh, damn, I missed that”
I did not speak. I had seen the frail hanging bodies of both. What is it with dead guys and me? They were both people from outside the campus. I wondered why they came inside the campus to hang themselves. We talked about death, how people move on, and how u’re a fool if you wonder how people have moved on.
“I wish I was in labour room” I suddenly announced to change the topic, being pretty scared and depressed with it.
“Yeah. It was way better than surgery casualty anyway” Shankar replied, suddenly nostalgic, and fed up of casualty for obvious reasons. Of course there were horny house surgeons everywhere in labour room, but they never counted when compared to the emotional security a PG could give to our girls.
“By the way, did u find out Hitler’s name?” sarath asked me smiling.
As long as u don’t let the opposite sex take advantage of u, labour room and surgery casualty are the most awesome postings ever. If you don’t like them, u should probably drop out of med school. Seriously! I missed Hitler nurse. Hitler nurse was this horrid looking nurse, single handedly responsible for the smooth functioning of the labour room. She’s not the nurse who runs to the bed when the pg screams ”chechi,trolley” nor she’s the one who scrubs and makes the baby cry; she’ll come once everything is set [lithotomy position, the lights, the pgs] and just meditate by the side of the mother. She takes charge only when the mother is either making a big fuss and noise about things, or if she is taking too long, when she’ll come close to the patient inches from her eyes and ears and then holler, ”daii kochene,pettanu presavichittu,veetil ponendo illeyo?;namukku okke poyittu pala paniyum ulletha”. I swear babies shoot out like geysers when hitler nurse is in control,and PG’s - a metre away from the bed to catch them. One night during posting, while she was waiting to scare the uterus out of a delivering patient, I gathered courage and crept upto her, and asked her her name. She gave me a weird look, eyed me from top to bottom and said ”Shantha, ente peru Shantha”, much to the laughter of the pgs and ma’ams there. Little did I know “Shantha” was supposed to be the female counterpart of our own “shashi, pappu etc”. She thought I was going to complain about her.
“Shantha, shantha is her name.” I answered.
3.30 am
Our asses had hurt sitting there for 2 hours and we were walking around college for some time now. None of us had spoken for a long time. We were not sleepy though. It was one of those serene silent walks- where no one talks but everyone’s just glad they’re together. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. I silently wished this would continue forever.
3.35 am
Maybe it was some poisonous vapor in the air near B Pharm College or something, we got paranoid. Each of us had started to wonder what the other would be thinking about. The silence soon began to get pretty weird then. Suddenly everyone feared to break the silence, and wished someone else would. When we reached close to the pharmacy campus, a black stylish Zen with spoilers, blue neons, extra brake lights, etc materialized from apparently nowhere and whisked past us in a fury.
“Dai, what’s that car doing here at 3 o clock in the morning”
“I wouldn’t know” Sarath was grinning broadly.”I’ve heard stories of a lot of cars in the college after midnight.”
I said “hey Shankar, do u remember the time we set out to explore the path from respiratory medicine to the college ground during second year”
“Happiest moment in my college life man, how can I forget?”
“There’s a path from Pulayinarkotta to the college ground and I dint even know?” sarath’s grin had a guilt tinge to it now.
“that was when u were counting the ribs in chest x-rays to impress those girls, u idiot“ ,while Shankar explained everything about the trip, I thought about that day. There’s this long forgotten short cut across fields, trenches, streams, barbed fences etc that every guy should take someday. A compass could help. The feeling when u finally reach the ground is breath taking. U’ll know its close when u jump a wall and land in a ‘broad smiling, newspaper reading, lungi clad middle aged’ man’s courtyard, who’ll sprint down to you as if he had been looking forward to your visit, and show u the rest of the way. Make sure u have your steth with u though.
3.45am
Of all the places, Sarath wanted to go to pulayinarkota from the college ground now. We tried to bring some sense to him.
4.00am
We had reached the broad smiling man’s home, had seen and heard the big dog there, panicked, ran and was now tired and resting somewhere near the middle of the cricket ground. Sarath had been the first to run and we were now slaughtering him.
“I should write about this” I said seeing the hilarious look on sarath’s face.
“What”
“Everything that happened this night”
“You and your stupid writing-it sucks anyway” Sarath shot back.
That hurt. I desperately searched for a comeback. But recalling something I had taught myself over the years, I smiled. Never care to defend yourself. It’s not worth it. Take everything lightly. Just keep smiling. They never mean anything they say anyway. They’ll criticize u, laugh at u, ridicule u, walk all over u. it’s an inverted bell shaped [v shaped?] curve plotted against ‘how well you’re doing’. Just play along.
“what is that u are drawing?”
I had unintentionally drawn a V in the cricket pitch. I tried hard to remember one among the million V graphslearnt over the 4 years, cursed my stupid memory and said, ”its nothing, just an underwear”
4.15 AM
Someone wanted to walk the road in front of LH. Someone said no. Someone was very sad. Then someone came up with the topic of shooting stars.
4.45 AM
We had been scouting the night sky for half an hour now, looking for the first shooting star of our lives-4 dumb medicos who wouldn’t realize a constellation, if it was thrust into their faces. My neck hurt then. My legs were itching and something was biting somewhere around my crotch. I stood up and stretched.
“To hell with shooting stars, I’ll still live”
Sarath said,” Don’t lose hope man. NASA says u can see 12/hour.”
I said, “I had enough anyway.eda just remembered, its Ameena’s wedding tomorrow. u going?”
“Today”
“Who’s Ameena?”, Shankar asked
“It’s the girl in our class with horn rimmed glasses and black hood. I talked to her for the first time last week when she gave me the card. I’m not going. I hardly know her.”
“Same here, then I’ll not go too.”I said.
“Dude, I can’t even figure out who Ameena is!!” As Sarath helped Shankar remember, I itched my crotch, wondered whether it’s the same state in junior batches and silently wished I had talked more to more people.
“There it is!”Sarath screamed.
“What?”
“Look up you dumbo”
I looked up to the empty starry sky; then looked down. Both of them were on their feet now, making a hell lot of noise, hugging each other, with the widest smile I’ve seen on their faces since passing 1st year. I choked in my misery. They started describing it, where it came from, where it ended, how big it was and finally ended with the notes “It definitely did live up to the hype”, “You are one big stupid person” and “You should get a life”.
“The story of my life” .I screamed as I jumped to the ground swearing I won’t rise until I saw one tonight, while both of them in high spirits took a wish together:
“we wish we’ll pass final year”.
Now I was desperate. They sat down again, laughing at my big round eyes frantically scanning the skies, and continued chatting. I could hear them but I brought myself back each time. “There’s got to be more.12/hr” I thought.
8.00 am
“Thump”
I woke up with a simmering pain in my forehead, a throbbing neck, a sore back and mosquito bites all over my body; waking up from a nightmare, where I was spread-eagled on the labour room table with hitler nurse by my side. I looked around with the confused eyes of a newborn getting a whole body scrub. There was a tennis ball 2 meters away from me, close to where Sarath and Shankar lay. A lot of kids were laughing in the distance-the ground almost full with morning joggers, footballers, kids of all ages, and cricketers practicing in the pitch by the side. Sarath’s phone was ringing. I looked at mine. No misscalls. One “mytoday message” was all that there was. Then I noticed the time.
“holy shit”
I guess Sarath noticed it too. We kicked Shankar up and was running to 8 am surgery class in no time, him leading the way.
“We should do this some other time”, Sarath yelled, out of breath, scratching his whole body at the same time.
“Not in my life. I hope Umesh sir is taking morning class too” Shankar screamed back. I barely heard them. I was saying to myself,
”Waking up in the grass and going to class. I will write about this someday”.
