Monday, February 28, 2011

pleasant

Pintu was alone walking back to his home, singing a song in his mellow voice, swinging his water bottle to the rhythm of the song. He jumped and stopped whenever there was pause in the song. It was a nice evening. The road was wetted by the rain. Breeze of the stopped rain was still in the air. Those were some of the unconscious reason for his happiness. The real reason for his happiness is he don't have any homework that day, and no class test scheduled for the day next.

When he reached home, went running to his mother in kitchen and hugged her from back. The smell of his mother made feel warm, he always loved that. Even before she turned, her hands quickly probed through her kid's head, hands and back. Sensing they aren't wet her worry of would her kid get caught in the rain got lifted away. As she turned back, for her lips to reach her kid's cheeks, who was just her waist high she grounded her knees.

He happily announced that he doesn't have homework. After giving him a "wow, that's great", with a helpless authoritative tone, "Again, you had left the shoes in the floor, and not in its shelves". With a 'sorry mom', he ran back to fix the complaint. She walked into his room to leave his school bag. There, she quickly confirmed there were no traces of torn pages in his school diary, one of his old pranks to escape homework.

After munching some snacks and milk, he ran out to play with his dog. Before his mom realized and stepped out to warn him, his shirt and shorts had rain-mud footprints of his dog. She just smiled at that sight and enjoyed the scene of her kid joyfully playing with his dog.

The dog which was running to pick a ball he through, stopped all in a sudden at a place, started barking looking at the ground and smiled through his waving tail. Pintu ran to see what was it. Reaching the place, out of joy he started jumping and shouting to call his mother. She came running to the place. It was a seed that just emitted from the earths womb as a thin stem. The stem was crowned by a half open leaf, guarded by symmetrically placed pair of leaves, all in warm green. Its out of Pintu's first seed, so it is special.

The new born was put into a container to protect it from heavy rain and the container was left in the portico.

Next morning Pintu came running to the portico, as soon as he got out of bed, to see if the crowning leaf had opened fully. His mother didn't heard him for some moments, except the harsh barking of their dog from its cage. She walked to portico to find her kid standing there frozen. Standing right behind her kid she witnessed that the container was lying there turned upside down. The last night's heavy rain had even washed away all the sand without any traces around the container. Her hands ran thought his left shoulders and gently pressed his chest against her legs. He turned and hugged her legs. She quickly went to her knees and held his face, wiped the running tears and put it his head on her left shoulder and hugged him. She didn't know what words would console him.

"Hey, don't breakdown my baby, lets check it'll be lying somewhere here, it's not easy to take loved ones away from us", with those words she parted him and walked around the portico searching for it. And to clear a strong doubt she turned the container, gosh! the plant was there like a puppy caught in a bunker. She turned and smiled at him. He walked to her, held her face and gave her a heavy kiss on her cheek.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

calling a call girl

"I need a kutti for tomorrow da macha", Asif shocked me. "I'm coming to your room tonight, will spend next two days in Chennai, find some contact by then", he hanged the call. Family guys like him make use of poor bachelor like me, finally their's wife we'll crib, "my hubby is innocent, his friend in Chennai spoils him, dirty minded bachelors". Yet Asif is one of those guys to whom we cannot say no, but this is too complicated.

I called another friend Manish, expert of 'those' matters,
Me: dai, I need 'that' number da
He: (causally)which number
Me: (felt too awkward to say it) for 'that' da. the lady's number you were telling the other day
He: oh! ooooooooooo. at last, welcome sir
Me: Hey its not for me, for a friend
He: hmmm, I know
Me: Believe me da
He: Okey, Okey. enjoy. note it
Me: Sir, come to my room tonight, you have to do the talking part
He: No probs, anything for you dear. Will fix a best one for you
Me: Whatever

Asif and Manish met in my room that night. Like two immortal souls trying to enlighten a mortal soul, they were advising me. Manish said, "dude, there is nothing wrong, this would clear all such thoughts from your head. So you can concentrate on your work even amid beauties". I was sitting there and wondering their arguments. Asif said, "You are not understanding, see me taking 'holiday' from family once in a year", turned to Manish and continued, "Boss, leave him, useless fellow, lets call her".

Manish dialed and talked, "hey, this is manish....[four dots replaces talk from other side of phone, please adjust] sorry, who is this....Oh fine, can you come tonight....tomorrow morning" he turns to Asif and gesturing with his head 'fine?'. Asif wages 'double ok' with his blissful head. Manish continues, "is absolutly fine, make it 9....hope you'll be as good as her, how about the payment....that's fine...."

When I was just wondering how would he do 'that' in the morning, Manish says in the phone,"a friend want's to talk to you" and thrust the phone between my face and palm. Just to put an "everything normal" act I struck a normal conversation, "Hi....i'm a software engg, and what do you do....", for such a question, not just the people around me laughed but even the phone speaker.

Manish was summarizing, "boss, I'll message her this room address, she'll come by 9'o clock, by evening pay her 2500". I got shock of my life, "Hey, not in my room, the house owner would through me out". Those guys didn't even felt my existence.

Next day early morning, Asif wakes me up, "dai, clean the room". In the early morning, binned all the used cloths peacefully sleeping all around the room, dismantled the spider settlements, painfully parted all the dust I had shared the room for months. At last Asif told, "the bathroom too da", loosing my patience, "dai, I don't even clean this much when my parents come here". Asif pleasingly shook his head, pushing me gently, "just this da macha". Locking myself into the bathroom, with murmuring curses in lips, I cleaned the bathroom.

I was sent out of the room by 8.30 and was expected back only by late evening.

When I came back to room by set of the night, he was fully drunk. He broke-out on seeing me, "macha, I'm hundred percentage black da, she is two hundred percentage black da. Did nothing, just gave money and sent her back. She was looking as bad as that unwashed toilet". Oops I never realized that my curse when I was cleaning the toilet would come true with the words accuracy.

The drinks kept him going, "I asked for Australia team to play with, but he fixed West Indies team to play with me. All my batting dreams, "That Manish should accept the responsibility and resign his job"(as if that was his profession).