Thursday, December 30, 2010

A Female Co Passenger - Part One



Honestly, I never got a chance to appreciate the concept of a train-travel. Firstly, the Bangalore-Mangalore train service was shut for just around 15 years, thanks to the commitment of Government(s) and swiftness in conversion of the rail track to Broad Gauge. Unfortunately, that 15 years overlapped with the time I was "economy traveling" to Bangalore frequently. Secondly, the nearest train station was 37 km away from my village.

As a frequent bus traveller, I am so used to the dynamics of the 8-hour bus journey that I have a blissful slumber each time. And I always choose one particular bus, the last stop of which being my village. So even if I over-sleep, the bus conductor wakes me up as he gets the bus ready to be moved to the depot.

Never in my 5+ years of night bus travel had I got a female co-passenger. I believed that this fact should be the last thing I ever cared about but the very fact that I'm blogging about it makes me think again. You guys, think about it : There are only 4 seats reserved for ladies, there are a lot more ladies (Definitely more than 4) traveling in each trip and my course in probability tells me that in 5+ years, I must have had at least half a dozen female passengers sharing the seat with me and at least a couple of good looking female co-passenger in the 2*2 seating arrangement. Even if I tell you now that I never calculated this before, you might prefer to differ.


This entire post is to illustrate an incident that happened a few weeks back.

Bengaluru weather, merciless as it is, makes bus travel horrible. Cursing myself for the gross underestimation of Bangalore traffic and thanking countless Gods for having the bus driver wait for me for 5 more minutes , I got into my bus, the same bus I always travelled. The conductor, my acquaintance, greeted me and casually enquired in Tulu if it was a vacation or just a routine visit to my village. After replying to his casual questions, I went straight into my favourite Window Seat in the bus, the seat which I must have booked atleast a dozen times. But when I reach there, I saw a young couple who'd occupied both the seats. After confirming that it was indeed my seat, I just told them that it was my seat.

The guy looked dejected, perhaps because he was expecting me not to turn up, so that he could grab the seat or at least hoped that his "Laila" travelled alone. Since I wasn't even in a mindset to think more, once he vacated my favourite Window seat, I put my luggage below the seat and occupied it. After the normal choirs (calling up my parents to inform them that I've got into the bus, sending good night sms to a few friends), I got a chance to relax my sense organs and take inputs from sources around me. That is when I that AAL IS NOT WELL with the couple.

It looked like the girl was apparently angry with the guy and I heard the word "broken", "trust", "flirt", "Loyalty, my foot" quite a lot of times. The bus started to move and the dude got down from the bus. I continued to listen to FM music from my music player. The in-ear pluggable ear phones, the one about which I always proudly told people that it cancelled noise efficiently, failed to cancel the noise from the source right next to me. The girl was shouting loudly, possibly because she was on hands-free and "Hands Free" users tend to forget that the world around them is quieter than they think. "Etu thintiya" (You'll get slaps from me), "ninnannu nambide, naane dodd fool" (I trusted you, I must be a big fool). Oh God, this lady.. Incessantly blabbering non-sense..


The last thing I wanted during this peaceful travel home was a chatterbox next to me and that is when the thought stuck "I've never had a female co-passenger before !!". "Big Deal" I thought and increased the volume from the music player until the "Hale Recordu" program by RJ Nethra was blasting old melodies into my ears. After a while, even though that "I hate you blah blah don't speak to me blah blah how dare you blah blah" continued, my brain efficiently rejected that non-sense. I thanked the ability of the brain to reject constant noise and remembered my professor's words "This Brain, what an amazing neural network it is".

I didn't realize when I slept off but as soon as my favourite SPB song fell into my ears, I must have gone into the trance world. I was woken up suddenly with the rude jerk by the bus driver and the girl's untied luggage ramming into my leg. With an excruciating pain, I woke up, deciding to blast that girl to stop speaking over phone and tie up the luggage. That is when I saw that tears were rolling from her eyes.. I saw her "Goggle Less" face for the first time and wow, she was pretty. It might have been my sleep or the music I was listening to but she looked very pretty. I could see dried tear streams on her cheek, indicating that she must have cried for a long time now.


The devil inside me said "Sleep you fool, tomorrow you need to goto a marriage reception". Like in a movie when you over-ride the devil, I decided to do something. But what can I possibly do?

The angel in me said
  • Initiate a conversation and ask her if I can help her(5 minutes)
  • Listen to her stories (2 hours)
  • Give her my free advice (1 hour)
  • Convince her that my tips are indeed selfless (2.5 hours)
Damn you Angel,
  • I can't give so much to a girl who I don't know
  • Girls of this generation always think that if a guy initiates a conversation, he has some covert intentions
  • No one wants free tips
I pulled out the ear-phones, reached for my bag, took my water bottle, asked her "Hi, water?". Since this was unexpected, she said "Hey, thanks, I don't need water". Even till date, I'm surprised with the speed in which girls get to their non-sensical "Self-Righteousness" mode. Since I expected this, I didn't react, drank a sip of water from it, kept it inside my bag, put the ear phones on and continued listening to music.

It must have been about 10-15 minutes since this happened when I was almost in sleep nirvana when something poked the side of my abdomen distinctively. It was definitely not some dream, it was physical. I woke up to find the girl was trying to wake me up.

To be Continued...

Sunday, July 18, 2010

I know I shouldn't but I still like her..

Story Continued. Read the first part here.


"Congrats dude, I am very happy for you.. Really man, you turned out to be a chupa rustam, hiding things from your close friends !! Didn't expect this from you man.." I interrupted. Rohit started laughing listening to me. "Lets grab a cup of ThumsUp" he said.

The party hall had all of 5 people by then. The birthday boy was animatedly speaking to two girls apparently trying to impress them. Though I was pretty bad at that myself, I could say for sure that he was doing a terrible job at whatever he was doing (the girls were busy smsing someone and he was going on and on). Rohit and I grabbed a cup of ThumsUp, bade farewell to the host and started walking towards the bus stand.

It was a silent walk, quite uncommon for a person like Rohit. More than just curious to know about his story, I broke the silence and asked him, "Bro, aren't you gonna tell me more about my Bhabhi?". He smiled and said, "Buddy, its the same old love story da, like you see in a movie. Why do you want me to narrate Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge" ? Wow, look at that car.. Don't tell me its a BMW Z4 !! Wow". "Same old trick" I thought. "Dude, you don't change the topic, please carry on with the story"

"Ok man, take it from me, this story might stay on for quite some time in your mind. Are you ready for it?" he said. I went "Of course buddy, I love "Love Stories".

==Story Continues==
It was mid semester and the basketball training became a bit more rigorous for all of us. We visited other colleges, playing friendly matches, practising for the University Tournament. My friend was considerate enough to keep Sanchitha in the team, atleast as a substitute. She had hinted me a couple of times that she was finding it tough to convince the college coach that Sanchitha had the potential to perform. I had convinced her that her game would come out, just that she had lost touch of it completely for 4 years.

In one of our friendly match with the neighbouring college, (our competitor both in terms of basketball as well as college ranking), an acquaintance of mine, found Sanchitha very pretty and was finding opportunities to speak to her. As expected, I got a call from him that evening, asking her contact number. As we spoke, he told me that He had lost his mind over Sanchitha !! I had to work hard to convince him that she might not have been single, tat this is not worth the headache and finally, "She is not worth you". I believe I did a decent job at nipping his interests at the bud.

University Tournaments
Our confidence level was quite high when the tournament started as we had awesome players. As expected, the boys' team thrashed teams over teams and eventually reached the finals. Unfortunately, the girls' team had lost quite early in the tournament but they stayed back at venue to cheer for us. It was quite a satisfactory feeling that Sanchitha was cheering for us, for ME.

It was indeed a nail-biting finals, both the teams were equally strong and we knew it was just the confidence that mattered. We were a bit strong morally as we had defeated them convincingly in one of our friendly matches. Though their team had completely transformed, getting in some awesome players, we had a psychological advantage.


WE WON the championship !! After 9 years, our college had won this prestigious tournament. We were the HEROES !!! The only thing that mattered to me was, "I am a hero in her eyes, I think this is the time to tell her how much I like her". "Yes Buddy, this is the time" I heard a voice. It was my alter-ego suggesting me to go ahead.. I was super excited. But I didn't know how to tell her!! I wanted to pour out my heart at the right moment, at the place she loved. The only name I could remember then was Parinita, her close friend from childhood.

When I told Parinita about this, she was super excited as well. "Wow Rohit, this is too good! I always thought you guys made a good pair, I swear I did.. Now that you've realized this, do not delay it, just tell her today itself". I said, "Thanks a lot Pari, these words mean a lot, thanks yar.. Before I tell you anything, I need a favour from you yar.. I want you to know what she thinks of me. I want you to confirm if she indeed likes me". I was oozing with confidence and the thought of rejection sounded absurd. "Come on, I am doing so much for her. She obviously likes me"

We had the prize distribution ceremony the next day and the team had gone out partying. Sanchitha had stayed back. I tried to meet her but she was nowhere to be seen near Girls' dormitory. "She must have gone out to meet her friends, some girl for sure" I thought.

I sent a sms to her, "Hey Sanchi, wassup yar? Nowhere to be seen.. I want to tell you something important yar. Lets meet up before the prize distribution near the Botanical Garden, Take care". I was surprised to see an instantaneous reply (it had become quite rare these days!). It was from an unknown number though. It said "Hey Ro, Pari here.. Sincerely requesting you to postpone your plans. I shall speak to you tomorrow about this, take care". "I don't have Parinita's number saved" I realized.. The partying folks returned at 11 30 PM but the reply to my sms didn't. I was wondering all this while why Pari had texted me that.. I had tried calling her up quite a lot of times only to curse the Amazing service of Idea.

I was pretty tired and I decided not to wait longer for her reply. I hit the bed with an amazing thought, "Today is perhaps my last night as Single, I am going to be committed for rest of my life, starting from tomorrow". Seamlessly, I slipped into dreams and I can say for sure that I had Sanchitha in all my dreams.

I woke up with a smiling face, "Today is the day" I told. Sanchi had sent me a sms previous night, reading which my smile broadened. "Hey Rohit, Sorry for a late reply. We shall meet there, I too wanna tell you something, Gnit". Primping myself up, I went to the Botanical Garden. She was wearing a light blue t-shirt with Jeans and looked like a fairy. I ran to where she was waiting "Hey Sanchi, Thanks for coming yar, I really wanted to...". It was then that I realized that she was not alone. I was both annoyed and surprised to see Sriram. I knew him pretty well as he was from our a neighbouring college and a basketball player. We had, infact, knocked his team out in the initial stages of the match.

"Hey Rohit, guess what, I am going out with Sriram" Sanchitha told me in a single breath. It was quite an instantaneous reply (now I know how dumb the reply was), "Sure yar, you can, but after the prize distribution, I want you to cheer for me, I mean, our team". Sriram gave a (wicked) smile and explained, "Dude, as she said, you've got a good sense of humour.. We are seeing each other, you see, going out, dating and stuff". Rejecting his words outright mentally, I looked into her eyes, expecting an angry outburst on him, but the look I got back made me very uncomfortable. She said, "Yes Rohit, we're committed".

A mixture of feelings burst within me. I wanted to just walk away from that place. I felt like kicking Sriram very hard. I felt like shouting out, "How can you do this to me Sanchitha?". But I chose to act in the worst possible way, "Heyy, super news.. Congrats Sanchi, congrats dude, I never, its like, I can't believe, I mean, you people are a real super pair ya, I mean it". I was blank at that moment so I went on with my stupidity. "Where did you guys meet up (I already knew the answer) and how did you guys started liking each other? (I didn't want to know the answer).



Sanchitha said, "You must be thanked for this Rohit, you introduced him to me in one of the friendly match 3 weeks back. My life has changed after that you know.. Sriram is like the silver lining in my cloudy, dark life. I am thankful to all the favours he did for me and my family". I didn't want to hear any of that shit but she went on. "His dad owns a super speciality hospital in Delhi and he had agreed to take complete care of my dad from now on". This last statement of hers bought me back to my senses. "Complete care of your dad? What has happened to your dad? You didn't tell me anything"

"Have you ever asked me anything about my family Rohit? My dad is almost completely immobile from past 3 years due to an unfortunate accident which damaged his Spinal column beyond repair. My mom, a braveheart, had taken complete care of him since then until about six months back when she had a mental breakdown owing to immense pressure of our inability to pay the medical bills which is a bomb by itself". She took a long break, making me feel still more miserable.. "What the hell !! How did I not know about it?". She continued, "It was decision time and I decided to quit my education, being the elder kid. But my sister convinced me to complete my graduation from the best college in Bangalore and secure a high paying job to ease the burden. She decided to complete her 12th in correspondence and drop her plans to study medicine"

"Sriram's entry into my life has changed my perspective completely and though things are not turning back to normal, I am seeing that our days of sufferings are ending. Guess what, my sister's gonna write her entrance exam this year and Sriram's family has agreed to take complete responsibility of her education fees"

"But he is a jackass, you won't be happy with him" I thought. Coincidentally she said "I am sure I will be happy with him. What do you say Rohit?" she said.. I thought I did not have any choice but to say, "Bro, you've done an amazing job, hats off to you" to which he did not reciprocate properly. Sanchitha continued, "Rohit, you had something important to tell me right??".

I was so blanked out at that moment that I could not think of a reason. My castle of dreams was shattered well under 3 minutes which I couln't completely register yet. Coming out with a fake reason in less than 3 seconds was impossible.. "Heyy, its nothing yar.. My Blog on Android OS just got its 10000th visitor yesterday" I told the 1st thing that came to my mind.. "Oooo, what a Geek man. Can't believe you asked me to come here just to say this.. I am surrounded by Geeks and Nerds. See you at the presentation Rohit" she said walking away. I was completely not ready to see what happened next. They were holding hands. Though I realized then where she had been the last night and why Parinita had asked me to postpone my plans, I could not digest this fact.

==End of story==

Dude, that incident taught me a couple of lessons for life.
  • Never decide to take responsibility when you're not matured enough to handle it.. Bloody, I didn't even know what Sanchitha wanted and all I wanted from her was to like me. I didn't even know about her family and that made me a total loser.
  • Never recall this story and remind myself how I missed "The One".
  • Never create opportunities for a hot girl without confirming if she's interested in me or not"
Rohit laughed out very loud at his 3rd point. I didn't find it funny, his narration of the story made me feel miserable. I didn't want to ask him anything more but I asked, "Do you still like her?" He said, "Dude, relax.. I am over it now, I don't feel bad about it nowadays". His words echoed in my ears "this story might stay on for quite some time in your mind." I couldn't see his face clearly in the darkness but it sure said, "I know I shouldn't but I still like her"

Saturday, July 17, 2010

I don't know how but I liked her..



What was very unique about Rohit Mahendran is his ability to manage his extra curricular activities along with studies. Though he believed that there was nothing special about it, the entire world around him had great expectations from him. He always did what he liked and that made him a maverick in terms of his achievements. When asked about it, he usually rubbished them away. One thing I liked about him was his quick wit and fun loving nature. When he was at his comical best, seriously there was no better place than our class.



Being a good athlete and a dramatist, he was a part of innumerious clubs in our college. So he was the one who knew almost everyone (read girls) in our college, something I was a bit envious about. From the cute lead singer girl (our junior batch) to the darling of our college who hosted all the events in our college to the hot girl incharge of Fashion show, he knew them all. It is worth mentioning here that he referred to them with utmost respect with no comments whatsoever.

It was my long chat with him yesterday that is prompting me to write this blog.

It was quite an enigma for me why he was still single. At one of our common friend's birthday party, I asked him "Dude, Are you seriously single or are you not disclosing who your babe is?" He laughed out loud and then said, "Buddy, for a fool like me who doesn't have time or money to spend on a girl, do you think its possible to get a girl? Anyways, how is your gym class going?" he tried to change the topic. "Quite smart" I thought, recalling that the last time when our group spoke about relationships, Rohit has smartly skipped his turn. So determined to know more, asked him again to tell about his relationship status.

Realizing that I was not ready to budge, he started, "Ok dude, here goes my story"

== The Story Starts ==
You know what, getting busy with a lot of activities has its own advantages and disadvantages. You will be so busy in the morning that you don't have time to think about other (unwanted) stuff and you will be so tired at night that you can't think of other stuff. Atleast, that is the formula that works for me. I didn't want any girl in my life for some time as I didn't feel the necessity for having one. Like I have amazing friends in class, my basketball team, my drama team etc. Why the hell should I have someone very special in life, atleast for now? My emotional equations were all fine without a variable.

But then, one girl who threatened to change my equations. I knew her from last 2 years, she is our junior from the Telecom department. She did decent acting and we met every day for practice. I did not find her special at all for almost 18 months, i.e., from the I knew her. She was a super cool friend and an occasional victim of our pranks. Thats it.

You know very well that we in our college when the histrionics group are at its best. Being in Team Abhinaya, one of the best Drama team of Bangalore, we got a golden chance to goto Sri Lanka on a Dramatics Workshop and give a few performances for 2 weeks. It was on the ethnic day at Sri Lanka that I saw her in a new light.

There she was clad in Saree and she looked awesome. She was more Indian than I could imagine. She was the most beautiful Sanchitha I had ever seen. Why on Earth did I not find her this beautiful before? Of course, she played my wife in one of the drama but then I never thought I would ever want the same thing to happen in my real life. I know I am sounding "dramatic" forgive me buddy, I AM LIKE THAT ONLY.

"It is just a crush" I thought, so stupid of me to have a crush on my team mate. But then my alter ego spoke, "Why not dude? Why not??", I said "She is not my kind" and my alter ego went, "If she is not your kind, define what your kind is!!". Actually yes, she was a good artist, a good dramatist, good at studies and compatible (huh!!)

This debate would go on but I called it a day, deciding that once she comes back in TShirt and Jeans, I might come back to normal. Neither could I call it a day (damn, she had secured an entry to my sub-conscious thoughts) nor was I normal when I saw the "ordinary" her. My heart kept beating "Its her, Its her".


After we returned to India, I started messaging her pretty regularly. It took no time to realize that she is the person I wanted in my life. It might appear to you that it is some shitty movie dialog, a crap thought of an emotional fool. But believe me macha, I gave myself enough time before jumping into decision.

A Favour (?)
When she told me that she played Basketball for her high-school team, I was overwhelmed with joy. "One more thing in common between us" I told her, "Why don't you try hand in college team?" She said, "I would love to but I don't know if I can ever clear the selection criteria". "Buddy, it is the time to prove how much you like her, don't miss it" told my alter ego. "Hey, you forgot that I am the head of Basketball Men's team? Lets give it a shot tomorrow, come for trials".

As expected, she turned up for trials. I am not sure if she ever played professional basketball ever in life !! She could put the ball into the basket but I am 100% sure she could never handle a tackle from the weakest of the girls from the weakest of the opponents. The trial was over in 10 minutes and she was in. Well, you know that girl who selected Sanchitha was my supercool friend and I had promised to treat her in Gufha.

That evening was an evening to remember as Sanchitha agreed to treat me in a romantic (?) restaurant. We had ample time to talk and we spoke about everything from basketball to dramatics to relationships. I was super excited to hear that she was single and she was ready to get committed to someone who shared her interests. "She is hinting me" I thought.

Well, this continued for almost 2 months. I had offered to give personal training in Basketball for 1 hour every day. So every evening, we would practice basketball (though there was no sign of improvements), ate pani puri together and I would drop her back to her hostel. This did not go unnoticed and my Drama teammates started pairing us up. Though I thoroughly enjoyed those moments, I had to deny externally saying there was nothing between us. One of my dear senior, with whom I share my personal thoughts had told me that we looked great together. "You got to tell her what you feel as soon as possible, before it is too late" she'd told me.

Yes, I thought I should tell her as soon as possible. I was missing a lot of appointments with other teams, my website clients were unhappy with my punctuality and even people in the dramatics team started feeling insecure and started to worry about my lack of dedication in designing the plot and costumes for the upcoming drama. But how do I tell her? Should I give her some hints? Should I tell her directly? Should I use her roommate's help?

"Leave it this way" told my alter ego. You know, my alter ego had been my best buddy because he told me only those things I wanted to hear, suggested me only those stuffs I wanted to follow. So I agreed to him and decided to"Enjoy the feeling". By then, even though her regularity for the basketball practice had drastically fallen, whatever time I spent with her was fruitful and blissful. I was getting more n more close to her and that was good for both of us.

Honestly speaking, my life rocked !!



== Story To Be Continued ==

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A beautiful girl's "Best friend"

All my friends and blog readers who know and have got the first-hand experience of being the BEST-Friend of a beautiful girl, this story must be familiar to your story.

All my friends and blog readers who are yet to enjoy this position, this article must give you a reason why you should try and be one.

Story of my friend, written by me :)

== Story begins ==

I know you guys are envious, I know you guys want to be in my position.

I am the best friend of a very beautiful girl from my college. I always hope to get her call at 3 AM in the morning when I need to explain her why our subject is not as bad as she thinks. Its a great feeling when she thanks me for boosting her morale and promises me a treat in CCD. I like the very thought of her taking me out for CCD. Now does it matter if she forgets this promise (as usual) before she even hits the bed that night?

I am the best friend of a very beautiful girl from my class and that makes me feel great. I am always willing to drop her to the bus stand even at 10 30 PM in an auto rickshaw. I get a chance to bid her farewell and a safe journey and that is more than the "double rickshaw fare" that I pay both ways and risk of getting expelled from hostel for breaking hostel rules. Now, does it matter if I have to drop the idea of buying a cricket bat (due to shortage of money) to my brother who's birthday is approaching?



I am the best friend of a very beautiful girl from my class and that makes me feel important. I really love those days when she broke up with her boy friend and came to me with her eyes swollen. It was when I consoled her that I realized that I could be a great counselor. All I know is, I got a hug from her for being so good to her in this bad world. The next few days were my best when she had her breakfast and lunch with me, offered me a chance to do her lab experiments and write lab records. I loved those days when I would empty my 100 free sms on her supporting her view that her ex-boy friend was indeed the worst person on Earth. Now does it matter if that worst person came back to her one day, they paired up once again and I got all my 100 free SMS for myself?



I am the best friend of a very beautiful girl from my batch and that makes me feel smug. All these years I studied on my own for exams and scored decently well for myself. The monotony broke when my best friend gave me a chance to study with her outside college library. I got a chance to read her subjects too and that is when I realized I can do more than just my regular subjects. Though I never needed any shortcuts to study before exams, I was surprised to learn that I was really good at devising formulae to remember the important points. Now does it matter if my marks go down drastically that semester and I miss the scholarship?


I am the best friend of a very beautiful girl from my college and that makes me feel satisfied. Never did I get a chance to speak non-sense about all those classmates/seniors of mine, how badly they dress up, how cheaply some girls behave to get their work done, how most of the guys misunderstand good friendship to love. I got a chance to have a sneak peek into my character and how I should be different from them. I got to see the world in a different way and realized that world is not fair and clean as I thought and understood all these years. Now does it matter if I feel alienated from my other best-buddies after seeing them in different light?

I am the best friend of a very beautiful girl of my age and that makes me feel complacent. I've lost the count of the number of technical seminars I've skipped to be with her during her bad time. I have missed a A+ score to my assignments only about 10 times, but its much less significant than helping her get that magic score for her assignments. I don't care if people tell me that I'm getting used. I don't really mind getting used actually.

If I were one of those ordinary guys, I should have felt bad when she reminds me how much she loves me as her dear "brother". I should have felt pissed off when her boyfriend, who was the"worst animal on Earth" during break-up, transformed over night and became a gentleman in her eyes. I should have felt agitated when she tied a Rakhi to reinforce our relationship. But as she tells me, I am above all of them. I am the best friend and I am doing justice to the word "friend". She always gives me a laugh reminding about of how these silly people think that we are committed and that they are grossly misunderstanding our noble relationship.

Ofcourse, I fail to explain why I still have a feeling (at the corner of my mind) for her and how I wished we ended up together. I have indeed been a failure in my own eyes when my heart fails to adhere to the relationship she's defined for us. But hey, I am getting better. I am growing up.

What?? Am I sounding sarcastic? Excuse my poor English, I didn't mean to.

== Story Ends ==

If you can relate yourself to a bit of this, take my hearty congratulations. You have been a successful friend to a girl. If your experience if different from this one, please feel free to comment..