Posted on 19 January 2012

“Looks like I’m unfit for promotion this time too”, Dad impatiently said, removing off his shoes to throw into the balcony.

“What happened dad??”, I asked him worriedly, seeing him almost snivel.

“Mr. Sinha, That cunning bastard submitted a wrong caliber report of mine. How much ever I work for the company, they never let me rise up”, dad cried.

He worked for a private company, which manufactured heavy Automobiles. He had been working there for eleven years devoutedly and dedicatedly, but was awarded only with one promotion till then.

“Now! Don’t get upset, please try to curb the pain..we have been living with all these since many years , right??”, Mom , who already joined the situation, tried to consoled him.

Unable to bear it, I went straight into the room. If a small automobile company could suppress the caliber of a loyal executive, how many frauds are being implemented in this country everyday??...I wasn’t that experienced enough to talk about all those. But Dad’s anguish was genuine.

Feeling bored, I called up Aakash. The dialler tone ended when Aunt came on line.

“Hello! Aunty this is Gandhi..Is Aakash there?”

“Oh! Gandhi beta, How are you??.how are you preparing for the exams??...Aakash..Aakash! Gandhi on phone”, she shouted for Aakash, not patient enough to listen to the answers of her questions.

“Gandhi! What’s up??”, he said as soon as he took over the reciever.

“I would like to meet you in the evening, if you ‘re free”, I said in a low tone.

“You being formal??..stupid asshole, I’ll definitely come!!..by the way, what’s your decision on Keerthi’s offer??”, he straight away dragged me to the point.

“I’ll see you in the evening at 5:30”, I said curtly.

“At?”

“Eastern complex”

“Done”, he said and hung up the call.

I didn’t know the meaning of love, to be frank. I knew only about ‘concern’ which was shown bountifully by my parents. For the first time I felt like knowing about being in love.

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“Gandhi! Are you okay??..you feeling a bit low today??”, Aakash inquired me being dubious.

“I’m fine, Why don’t you order something?”, I said attempting to be normal.

We were seated in a Bakery at Eastern Minerva complex. It is situated in Secunderabad, a twin city of hyderabad. The place often looks deluged with people. It is a best place for Bachelors to hangout, though accompanied by their girl friends in some cases. The complex had showrooms of mostly all Brands, paving a sound reason to get crowded.

“Give a fuck about the order, no one is goanna chuck us, for being couple of minutes late in giving it”, Aakash mumbled.

“Okay! Listen, Dad was rejected to get promoted for fifth time, consecutively in two years”, I gave him the reason for my depression.

“Is it that Sinha once again??...Culprit bastard..must be hanged in streets”, Aakash almost shouted getting annoyed.

“Shit happens, sometimes”, I said .

Aakash went to order, at the counter. The counter-guy looked like a Baloon manufacturer, who had got ultra chubby cheeks, probably by blowing air into balloons with his mouth, before opting this profession.

I meanwhile, revolved my head in all directions to have a glance at the surroundings. As it was a weekend-evening, many girls turned up. As always, its nice to watch beautiful girls busy in their shopping, unless we have to pay for it.

“Hold your scan!! First settle my matter”, Aakash interrupted my gaze.

He brought two Burgers, one chicken and another vegetarian. I took the veg. one.

“Now! Tell me what have you decided about your friend??”, he demanded. “Are you going to aid him or banish him like an AIDS patient??”

“I made some time to think about your affair, yesterday. I need to know about her mentality”, I said having a slight gander at a girl In Black shirt, on the first floor.

“What will you do with her mentality??..interviewing to recruit in your company or what?”, he said barely being sarcastical, though he tried to.

“I first want to know about these ‘Chances’ concept, so that we can deal with it easily”, I said.

“But , how can we judge her mentality??..school has already ended. Where should we meet her ??”

“Possibly , in her house”, I said with a majestic voice.

Aakash widened his eyes as If he was asked to act for an underwear commercial, in Eastern complex.

“Looks like you’re trying to fucking end my life”, he screamed.

“Not until I set you up with Keerthi”, I said not caring his sentence.

“How can we go to her home??..theirs’ is a strict family, to my knowledge”, Aakash said doubtfully.

“I’ve made some plans”,I said and moved forward to choose another item to eat, from the menu.



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Posted on 16 January 2012

I made a serious eye contact with him. He looked into my eyes. Yes! My expectation was wrong . Something else happened.

“What?”

“She didn’t reject me”, He said.

“What !”, I growled almost unable to believe. If one sentimental dialogue uttered by me could change her decision, then I could declare myself as another Baba, who shall be worshipped by several people.

“Can you please elaborate…don’t throw me into suspense”, I said enthusiastically.

“ I went to meet her in that room. She was seated on a bench”, Aakash said.

“Then I stopped near her bench and folded my hands to listen to what she says”

“Moron! Why did you fold your hands??..is she a principal or what?”, I said unable to digest his blunder.

“Dude! You were the one who asked me to be stiff “

I controlled my giggle and felt partially sad for him.

“Stiffness doesn’t refer to fold your hands and salute to her…you could have marched even”, I scowled sarcastically.

“Dude! Don’t interrupt..”, he exclaimed.

“She then turned to me and signalled to sit beside her. I gathered enough courage and placed my ‘Marasmus’ body on the bench, five inches away from hers’”

“Holy shit! That’s awsome..ah what happened next??”, I said.

“You know what! Gandhi, I can still feel the cozy air that existed around her body..the aroma of her…wow!!!..”, Aakash closed his eyes dramatically and changed his posture to Lord Vishnu’s and continued describing.

“Wow! What a feeling..you must experience this atleast once in life”

I particularly didn’t feel anything like that. Aakash’s head was directed towards three rooms , out of which two were Washrooms and the rest was a store room. Even If any aroma existed on him, it would have definitely vanished out by the ‘aroma’ of the washrooms.

“Stop describing your feelings! I had been listening to them from many days..come to the point asshole”, I roared.

“Ah! Then listen to the conversation between us:

Keerthi: Is today your birthday?

Aakash: Yes! Keerthi, I was coming to…talk to you..but

Keerthi: Gandhi told me..don’t worry! Do you really like me??

Aakash: (underwent a sudden feeling of fear and franticness)..Yea! I do

Keerthi: I had been watching you since few years, Aakash! I thought of asking you to get away from my life many times..but I understood that..

Aakash: (Already tear glands started ejecting tears which reached the eyeballs)

Keerthi: I understood that your love is true!

Aakash:( shook the bench out of joy and was ready to dance)

Keerthi: Aakash don’t get too excited. I just said that your love is true. That’s not everything.

Aakash: (reset the bench and resigned his dance)..then what else should I consider??

Keerthi: The most important thing!!! My feelings on you.

Aakash: So, you have zero feelings on me??

Keerthi: to be frank, I have only fifteen percent feelings on you…which even can’t turn our relation into friendship!

Aakash: I have 200% feelings on you, so 200+15(your feelings)/2 = more than 100%. So, we can get into a relation( stupid logics!!)

Keerthi: (laughed) See! this idiotic mentality is making me think of you sometimes, atleast. I can give you an offer, utilize it if you want to get into a relaion with me.

Aakash: Offer???? Any festive season or what??

Keerthi: Stupid! Listen…this is the last day of our school, we cant meet afterwards..can you sense that??

Aakash: (sadly) yea

Keerthi: I’ll give you ten chances. So, from these , if you can make me fall for you..then ours will be a relation.

Aakash:(remembers a latest game show with same no. of chances,on the t.v)..So, where should I meet you?.. will you inform me???

Keerthi: That’s your lookout. I’ll start informing you from the fourth chance. Until then, keep trying your luck.

Aakash: Are you serious??...??..

Keerthi: A very Happy Birthday, Aakash!!

Aakash: Can you come to Bakers ‘q’??

Keerthi: Left by that time.

Aakash: (Wtf is this Girl??)”

“Shit!! This is nothing but deep shit!!”, I shouted drastically, unable to catch her point in the insane offer.

“But, I’m going to try my luck out”, Aakash said firmly.

“Good luck! N don’t expect me to be a part of this outrageous act”

“You must be with me!!..otherwise I’m goanna drop”, he said out of anger..his eyes conveying an impeccable request to me.

“ I need some time”, I said slowly trying to give him a hope.

“Everyone needs time..Keerthi..you…my father…I’m the only jobless bastard!!”, saying this he pushed me and proceeded into one of those three rooms.


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Posted on 13 January 2012
“What????”, he exclaimed.
“Now! No time for questions, prepare properly what to speak ,while going. Don’t amble as you do everytime. Be stiff and try to impress her atleast this day”, I advised him as he looked very nervous.
Aakash got up and went towards the vacant class In which Keerthi literally screwed me few minutes earlier.
Meanwhile, I decided to have a walk around the school Building. Everyone looked busy feeling sad for missing their friends or probably missing their female classmates , in the case of male candidates.
Some were crying, audible enough to all the floors, where as the rest appeared as if they waited for this melodrama to end.Teachers who hated some students, to their maximum possible capacity were weeping, as they were missing some dumbo students who would never puke on their face , how much ever Teachers curse them.
I reached the Canteen , which had fed me with plenty of samosas, chips and various other stuff, from past twelve years.
“Kishan Bhayya! Ek Samosa aur ek Diary milk”, I asked him.
I had been seeing Kishan from my childhood. If asked, I wouldn’t hesitate mentioning him as my family member as I and Aakash had many incidents which included him. He left many memories to us. Whenever any faculty scolded us or yelled at us, we used to share with him during the lunch break. He used to listen to us patiently and join in our curses to the faculty. That gave us enough delight to forget any sorrow we were left with.
It was many a time , when neither of us(I and Aakash) got our lunch. Kishan used to treat us with food for free.Sometimes, it becomes too complex to wipe off those memories. Its tough to be a human.
I rolled back to the present. He gave me a Diary milk and an extra samosa than asked.
“Here, Bhayya this is for you”, I gave him the Diary milk chocolate I bought from him few seconds ago.
I took out a small Calculator from my pocket and gifted him.
“What is this beta?”, he asked me getting surprised.
“I have told you many times that you are poor at math calculations, Bhayya. You easily loose 100-150 bucks in your calculation errors daily. Use this one to avoid those”.
He took it with a mixed expression. “Don’t forget me beta!”, he uttered with his eyes red, tears ready to jump.
“Never! Bhayya”, I said and moved from there. I reached the main Campus area.
The main event that day ,which requires a definite elucidation belongs to our School’s best rated girl for her ‘closeness’ to every Boy possible . She was Ankitha.
She looked beautiful from far and gorgeous from close. I still couldn’t understand why she chose a path which degraded her to a level at which all other girls avoided her completely.
“Srikanth! This is for you! I miss you soooo much!! Macha”, She howled like an Indian slum Pig.
I could literally smell the wrong intentions(on her) of the ten to twelve boys who surrounded her giving her a celebrity status.
Unable to witness the advantage they were taking of her by their carress, I accelarated my gait and got out of there.
After few seconds, someone beckoned me. I turned back.
“Gandhi! I need your autograph”, said Ankitha running forward to reach me.
“I guess you have mistook me for someone else, Ankitha”, I tallied .
“No! its you whom I wanted to take an autograph from”, She replied much politely.
I took the slambook and searched for an unfilled page .
“Don’t search Gandhi! It’s the first page in which you are supposed to write”, Ankitha affirmed.
I turned to the first page. It had a print which read:
“A person who inspired you truly”
I calmly filled the asked details and returned it back to her.
She gazed at me for few seconds.
“Gandhi! How can you be so polite to all, even though you hate them to the core, from inside?”
That question shook me for a second.
Before I could reply her, she took the initiative.
“I know that you hate me, the most! But atleast being hated by a person like you stands as an honor to me”, she broke into tears.
I tried to apprehend the inner meaning of her’s. I didn’t even entertain her acts anytime. I was left with a question marked face while she got down the steps and disappeared into the dark shadow casted by the giant library door.
I stood there for few moments with my mind preoccupied by some irrelavant thoughts. Suddenly, my biological clock alarmed me of Aakash.
What happened to his conversation with Keerthi??..Did she accept him or asked him to get away from her??
I stumbled out of eager to reach the CBSE block. Aakash was waiting for me, with a dumbest expression ever possible.
“Where’s Keerthi , Sky??”, I asked him searching for a glimpse of her in my visual reach.
“She left, few minutes before you came”, he said with a disconsolate expression.
“Oh! Sorry Aakash,I should have interpreted the consequences before itself…I knew she would curse on your face..but..”,
“You are wrong!” , he exclaimed.
I made a serious eye contact with him. He looked into my eyes. Yes! My expectation was wrong . Something else happened.
“What?”
“She didn’t reject me”, He said.

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Posted on 12 January 2012

“This Is not going well Gandhi! She is not even looking at me...You know what??..she didn’t even wish me today”, Aakash cried out with a downcast expression.
“What exactly happened??”, I asked him to clarify whether Aakash had misunderstood or Keerthi really hurt him.
Aakash had been trying for Keerthi ever since she had helped him in his Environmental science project, once. This fellow lacked even a minute common sense in Environmental studies, as every Indian lacks, ofcourse not blaming us, but admitting the fact, by the proof aided by garbage management, deforestration and various other factors we people unanimously follow here.
He used to search every reason possible , to talk to her . But she, being a girl, didn’t even care him , as every girl does to induce more zeal in Boys to try for them.
“Shall I go n’ ask ?”, I said trying to take charge against her.
“What ??..will you ask ??..Why didn’t you wish him??..is it that?”, Aakash broke out .
“Hmmm..yea kindof”
“Fuck! This will turn my birthday into a disaster..demanding a girl for not wishing a person who had been after her since two years”
He had a point. But, what else did he expect from a person like me, to ask??
My Spontanity sucks, being frank. The attempts or the dialogues I utter near my Mom, to cool the situation, go disastrous and shitty further degrading her mood. If that was in Mom’s case, Imagine my strength near a Classmate, being more particular, a girl.
“Aakash! there’s Keerthi,try again!”, I pushed him forward.
Making me understand the fact,that ‘my push’ was stronger than expected, He went to fall straight before her feet.
“Oh!!”, She shouted and immediately took a step back, By Aakash’s feat or probably due to the public that had already gathered to witness the Thriller episode.
“Kee..rth..ii act..act.ually..”, Aakash didn’t complete his stuttering sentence, Keerthi took an active step.
She caught by my shirt and dragged me into the next vacant Classroom. I glanced at the crowd there, their brains dozed off for a second, unable to understand the situation.
“Look! All these days, I tried not to throw up my ‘Hatred’ feeling on him. Now,What is this?..he wants to beg me by falling on my feet??”, Keerthi said, Pulling off all her frustration in a moment.
“You misunderstood completely Keerthi, He was feeling bad for you not wishing him today”
“Why should I wish him??...leave wishing, I don’t even want to talk to him”, She said feebly caring about the fact , that I was his best friend.
“Today is his birthday! He thought of giving you a treat…you’ve hurt him even today”, I said almost wih a creepy voice.
She stood there silent…silent…silent…! after few moments,
“I wanna talk to Aakash once, will he?”
“Sure! Ofcourse ! definitely…please don’t go anywhere stay here..”, I pleaded her just like an anchor says not to tune to another channel while hosting a programme.
I ran in a zig zag manner barely caring the awkward ‘what-happened-to-this-guy’ looks of some students standing at the corridor, to whom my running was much important compared to the slam books, they were carrying in their nasty hands.
Finally, I could see Aakash seated on an old bench in the CBSE section. Though everyone around him were busy running animatedly for slambook autographs, Aakash was rather roaming endlessly in his broken dreams for that day.
He saw me approaching towards him. I got frightened that he might burst out for my ‘act’ few minutes before.
“So are you both committed?”, was his first question.
“Fuck! What are you saying??...stupid jerk!!!..Did I ever talk to her more than two minutes??”
“Then why did she pull you in??”, he enquired. Though he sounded harsh, I could clearly sense the childish attitude In him. Ofcourse, I had known him fro m my kindergarten.
Once, when we were in our first standard, I and our classmate Sneha used to be the monitors of the class. So, as a part of our duty we used to mind the class during the class hours, when any teacher gets absent. We used to talk generally during that time(Donno what we used to talk about, I guess I knew nothing when I was in 1st).
A guy named Ganesh said to Aakash, that I and Sneha were in love. Utterance of the word ‘LOVE’ in that standard was literally a crime kinda thing. If there was a ‘School penal code’ , then the culprit was undoubtedly prosecuted to get HANGED.
After the lunch hour, Leena mam who was a nightmare for us came to the class.
“So, any complaints during the lunch hour, Gandhi??”, she asked me.
I said “no”
Then suddenly Aakash woke up and shouted, “Mam! This boy Ganesh is says , Gandhi love Sneha”, in his extraordinary English.
I don’t even remember what happened afterwards, probably Ganesh was made to kneel down for a week or something.
Whenever Aakash did something Childish, I remembered this incident and guffawed. At that situation, that day, he reminded me of the same Aakash of first standard.
“Keerthi wants to talk to you…now!!”, I said with a smile.
“What????”, he exclaimed.

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Posted on 08 January 2012

12 years later…
“Gandhi its getting late..sleep beta”, shouted my mom from the kitchen, making chapathis for dinner.
“Amma ! just two hours more ..please wait”
“what! Have you given any appointment to ghosts or what..what will you do awake till 12 ??”, mom enquired.
“Let him be..he may be having some work”, dad came from the room supporting me.
“AH! Ok ok you people do whatever you want..are you coming for dinner or wait till your son feasts with the ghosts??”, mom sounded harshly.
“Vidya ! I’m coming…where is my plate”, dad immediately reacted.
“No compromise while eating”, dad murmured in my ear while going to dine. I smiled.
I waited for the time to fast forward. Meanwhile to avoid sleeping I swtiched on the television.
“Sleep! It is the peaceful thing on this planet. One hour sleep can refresh you to work for next five hours…”
While the anchor was still continuing his ‘sleepy’ speech I tuned to another channel.
“Generally..people like to listen more about the good deeds they have done..by their close ones..it strengthens their relation”
The anchor on a music channel said this. I immediately took a paper and started writing.
“Hey !gone mad or what??”, why are you studying at this time..that too infront of TV??”, Mom came running.
“Amma please..don’t disturb me for sometime”
“Vidya !...” while my Dad was still saying,
“Ok! Im coming..always support your Son,whatever he does..but remember you were married to me first,then this fellow came”, Mom exclaimed partly angry.
“Amma! Ask the reason why Im awake, to papa”
She went inside. Dad came and sat beside me.
“Nice lines ,Vivek..”, Dad said examining the paper in which I was writing.
I continued writing for some more time and then looked at the watch..It showed 11:30 .
Dad was sleeping beside me on the floor.
“Papa! Papa! Get up ….go and sleep on bed”
Dad woke up. He was drowzy.
“Don’t worry ..did you complete??”, Dad asked.
“Yea! I shall go and come back soon”
“Gandhi ! take my scooter”
I immediately ran towards the shed and took dad’s old scooter out. The area in which we lived appeared dark by evening six’o’clock. All the daily wage labourers and other small workers lived there. Ours was a small house at the dead end of that street. We had three rooms in total.
I kick started the scooter and straight away raised to ‘Forty’ speed,which was too tough ‘pickup’ for an old Bajaj scooter.
It was damn cold and I could see no human being on that road . Dogs were busy looking for a person to bark at , or probably bite .
I stopped at the Iyengar’s bakery and shouted.. “Amar Bhayya !ready ???”
If even though he was not ready, he must have got alerted by my loud shout at that late hour.
“Ha beta ! take it”
He handed over the packet to me . I again kicked the scooter and finally stopped it at ‘Vimala homes’.
The time was 11:55 by then.
I parked the vehicle and ran fast to climb three floors at an instance. If existed, a dog would have definitely showed its Teeth strength biting me,taking to a thief.
I reached the third floor, panting. I knocked the door. After one minute it got opened.
“Happy birthday SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!”, I shouted at a range more than a Himeshreshammia musical night speaker’s.
“Thank you hero!!!”, said Aakash, probably waiting for me eagerly, all these time.
Time was 12:00 by then.
I opened the cake that I took at the bakery .
“where are uncle and aunty??”
“They are sleeping”
“Vicky??”
I went into his brother’s room to look whether he was awake, knackly I put the paper I had written ,under a notebook there.
“He dies to sleep, that filthy fellow had slept at nine’o clock”, said Aakash with a pale face.
“Light! So, cut the cake dude…common its your birthday, man!”, I said to Aakash, not giving him a chance to think about anything else.
I handed him the knife.
He cut the first piece and put it in my mouth.
“To my best friend ….Mahatma”
“dude! Don’t even compare me to him, im just Gandhi”
Twenty minutes later….
“Ok!ok! sirji , so I guess its getting late for you”, Aakash said turning to me. “Do you want me to drop home??”
“I’ve got my scooter”
“That old one??...”, he laughed and teased.
“Do I have a new one too??”
“Ok! Sorry boss…anyways you are coming to school today right??”, he enquired.
“Ya! Definitely..Its our last day of school life”.
“Meet you tommorrow”, Aakash said and came to lock the door while I stepped out of his five bedroom house.
I heard a sound then. Someone woke up. I proceeded towards the steps.
I could hear some conversation feebly.
“you lost this time too, dad…Gandhi wished me first”, Aakash said proudly.
“Don’t even blame me for this, no one,…”
I couldnt hear the rest. I ran towards their window to impose an ear.
“no one can beat your friendship”, he said.
The rest journey was not that bad or cold or anything, as my mind got preoccupied with the last sentence of uncle.
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“Did he feel happy??”, Dad asked standing at the entrance door.
“Even im happy, now papa”.
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