Sunday, November 12, 2006

The inComplete Man


"As an outsider, what is your view about homo sapiens?" (A wicked grin on her face and a wave of laughter in the hall followed)
Such was the rivalry between Apoorv and Purva that She could have rarely missed a chance to embarass him in front of all the profs and students in this QA round Mr Engineer contest.

"Whatever it was earlier, Looking at you today makes me feel that they are on their backward journey towards apes in evolution".
He blew away the nasty delivery to the boundary with charm.
Humiliated and embarassed, she actually felt for a moment that something was wrong with her face today which otherwise had an impeccable record of keeping his eyes glued at. Apoorv had fallen for her the very first day he saw her. Sitting at the mama-ki-tapri infront of the college, his eyes fell on this heavenly figure one day. She had all the features of his dream girl - tall , fare with rarefied skin that gave her face that wonderful enticing glow. The long silky hair and kaan-ki-bali gave her a truely beautiful and unique look in the crowd of Jeans and Ts.
Trying to take in as much of "EyeTonic" as possible ;), he had fumbled & picked up her notebook instead of his while paying at the counter. She too was, at first, impressed by the way he was carrying himself in the tapri. Somehow, she thouht of this act as an explicit attempt and snapped back at him saying
"Is there any special occasion today or you always show such stupidity?".

That day onwards, their paths crossed innumerable times in the campus, but everytime they ended up barking at each other. He would follow her face everywhere. He was like

"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping"

in full Aerosmith style ;) Once she found him at the door of reading room only waiting for her to come out.
And she burst out with disgust "Oh, my god".
"You can call me Apoorv (instead of calling god)
- equally irritating was his reply too. However, irritating and baffling his actions were...he appeared to be charming at times and it used to keep her thinking about him. Her roomies at girls hostel would find that faint line of smile on her face, while she would be standing alone on the corridor on a clement winter night.

[Caution readers : author taking here the superfast bollywood route ;)]

Slowly but steadily, his deewanagi started paying off and she started to melt. Like you fiddle with spoon the just-out-of-freezer hard ice cream in a bowl and it melts smoothly with passage of time.

[Okay, author is pathetic at metaphor :D].

By the third year, they were "good friends" and went on to become "best friends". Every hostel function would carry a few fishponds on them. Otherwise the livewire of the group, he started keeping aloof with the boys' hostel group. They started abusing the free text messaging service of BPL mobile ;). Sitting in lectures, doing practicals in comp lab with one hand (and smsing with other), or eating in the mess- they always had the intelligent-fluid-crispy and sometimes tangential to dil-wil-pyar-vyar conversations going on. So much so that, at times, she would hit the "A" button on computer keyboard twice to type "C" in the try-catch block in comp. programming labs :D. Watching action flicks with his gang was no more his favourite timepass. They were being spotted at Vijay, Alaka or Mangla for the romantic comedies like"Laws of Attraction". And would analyze the laws of attraction betn them, standing alone in hostel corridors. Apart from the natural young male-female bond between them, she had also emerged as the ultimate spiritual guru for him. After his Mom, she was perhaps the only female in his life to whom he would talk about each n every negligible or significant thing on earth and in his life. Fortunately ( or unfortunately as he would think of it) they din't immerse completely in this ishq-ka-samundar and went on clearing each academic year. Except when she had flunked twice in theory of computing and he had spent his night-out for her subject isntead of his paper thenext day. Thus they reached that ultimate "zindagi ka mode" where they were about to graduate and hence would be no more on the same campus. This was as if the cornerstone of their strange relationship - they always believed in enjoying each other's company for the momentand would never talk anything about their relationship after college days. Eventually, all the departmental farewell parties and hostel GPL ( G$%d Pe Laath) nights were over. And then suddenly they arrived at the inevitable moment of seperation. Taking stock of all the fun and the glorious 4 yrs stay on campus, writing those slambooks...sometimes mechanically with no emotions and sometimes with giddy hearts, they din't quite knewhow to take forward this relationship of theirs. Nobody talked anything...and eventually they were venturing out on their own seperate ways. The last night on campus was spent with all folks. They were sitting on the road in front of library the whole night, singing songs and recalling some of the golden moments. That night most of the Qualis and Sumos started moving out of the campus. Vehicles with loads of suitcases and folks with loads of emotions....

[Author weeping over last-day-in-college memories now. Bookmark the link for the second part of the ishtory. Sequels ka jamana hai bhai!]

(Dedicated to Appya, for it was his inspireshan that I thought of writing fiction on my blog for the first time)

12 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tim lak lak te tim lak lak :))...
awesome story dost.sahi ja raha hai.beautiful narration.lets see what you have in store for me in ext installment :).

10:07 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Ye fiction hai ya Apporva ki pol khol raha hai tu bhai...???
Anyway, best stroy telling skill you have got man..
keep it up..
waiting for the sequel...

12:22 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Ahhh... now here is another novel writer in amking. Very very well written fiction (ya truth ;-)).
Waiting for the sequel :-)

1:05 AM  
Blogger Rams said...

@ Appya, Wait n watch, tere saath kya kya karta hoon main :D. Future main kya kisko pata ;)

@Suhas,
ThankU :) Ye to Appya ko hi pata, mera to imagination hai. Sequel is almost ready will follow soon.

8:55 AM  
Blogger Rams said...

@Ashley
Thanks
novel writer! ah...come on :).
Ye to Appya ko pooch, whether this fiction interesects with the truth somewhere ;)
Sequel will follow soon. Keep visiing :

8:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good Narration!!!!
r u guys gonna keep writin 4 eachother/pol khol karoge...ek dusre ka..... :)
anywys....hope 2 c d sequel soon

10:27 AM  
Blogger Rams said...

Thanks Simi. Sequel aayega jald hi. Abi negotiatation chalra...end kaise karne ka ye baat pe :D

10:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

simi,dont worry .Next time we both will write something featuring you in the story :) ...
am sure sequel would better than this one.The title of the story is awesome , RamS .

3:37 PM  
Blogger Rams said...

Yup Simi, I'll write your story... need to start getting inputs on your frequqent DC visits :P :P.

3:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

waiting for 2nd part Buddy!!! but yep it's nice story till now :) let's see how it goes.

cheers!!
Rajesh

8:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

waiting for 2nd part Buddy!!! but yep it's nice story till now :) let's see how it goes.

cheers!!
Rajesh

8:40 PM  
Blogger Rams said...

Thanks Rajesh. Second part post karta hoon jald hi :)

8:43 PM  

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