Pieces of the Puzzle

First week in college, I was making my way to the classroom one busy afternoon. A handsome baby faced guy accosted me near the stairs and kindly asked me the direction to the Chemistry lab.

Aha, A Freshie bakra! He called me madam! The fact that I was in my first-year and was equally lost was not a matter to fret about. Opportunity knocks only once in a day.

"Oh yes ofcourse! Very helpful nature I have. Just keep going straight and then you’ll have to take a right at the takloo principal’s office. Then keep going for 10 minutes. I know, huge college this is. Chemistry lab is in a different district. After that, you’ll see a Red sign and then you………."

The poor kid diligently wrote down the directions and went away almost breaking into a run. Must have been in a hurry. Hehe.. Hope he makes it today.

Next class was Chemistry, my most dreaded subject. Millions of C-H-O’s were muddled up in my overtaxed brain from my 12^th grade Organic Chemistry. Bunch of bull crap. What’s the chemical composition of crap again? I just hope we have a great teacher who pulls me out of this sad state and guides me to a Chemical heaven full of daisies and butterflies. See, I am open to everything.. even good Chemistry.

I was so caught up in self-pity that I didn’t notice my Freshie dude enter the class, panting. I look, he looks, we look at each other. Did I just see a smirk? My cover is blown. Yikes! He is going to be my classmate. Why did I have to be mean to him? Maybe we should just kiss and patch up. Me and you- Both Freshie Freshie. Same pinch and all!

I was about to walk up and ask him if he found the Chemistry lab and maybe talk about the horrid weather (and then maybe just add a sorry) when he went up to the front and wrote down his name on the black-board.

Dr. Crabby Chemistrywala, MSc. Phd., Chemistry

"Yes Students! I am your new Professor. And I would like to begin with some discipline in my class. Yes Miss! You! Did you just swallow Hydrochloric Acid! Go back to your seat I say!" he bellowed. Where was that docile creature I had met earlier?

Normally you would think, there would have been some Chemistry between us and with the class as a catalyst, we would have ended up making a perfect equation. But no, I was done for! The man gave me the hardest time ever. My classmates didn’t know why I was being picked on all the time, whether it was answering a silly question or tying Crabby’s shoelace. I hated Chemistry with a passion now.

That’s when I lost faith in Hindi movies.

Of my 3 months of blogging, I have interacted with many people, mainly through comment boxes. Relationships have been built and I must thank you people for coming by and mustering something to say even if was just a smiley. Believe me, its your comments that make my day and keep me going. Many people told me that my comment boxes are much more fun. Its true. Some of you have unique ways of voicing your opinion.

AmitL: LOL Twin. Amit types those two words first (in no particular order) and then thinks about some intellectually simulating funny thing to say. So he ends up asking a question which I would have refused to answer in the post itself.

Starfest: She has to sound mature and WILL NOT degrade herself by doing a ‘Hehehe’ or even a LOL.   So she’ll pick up something inane and stump the author, i.e. me. (I am not delusional, she's told me I am funny).

Yogi: He is busy as hell (doing what, only his kabootar would know). Plus he has got big community issues. He cannot just comment on my site without getting Star pissed. Cannot comment on hers without getting the rest of the bloggy babes pissed. He can’t please everyone (except his kabootar of course). So if he ever comes to my site, he scans the post as quickly as possible, picks up key words and leaves a comment that stumps even Starfest. So the babes are quite relieved that he doesnt come to their blogs anymore.

Patrix: He is still in the courting phase (with the goat of course). So his comments are devoid of difficult words the goat would otherwise fail to understand. If a day goes by without his leg (or other parts which Star would be familiar with) being pulled, its means the Nebular Galactic end is near.

Pleo: He sternly puts on his professor-like glasses, puffs his Italian cigar and coughs like Alfred Hitchcock. He tries to make an impact with his comments just like he does with his stories. Sinister, aloof and profound. Mind you this is a big exterior show. In actuality, he is a whining attention seeking Sindhi parrot which goes "Vadi Gah!" in the secrecy of his cage.

Jottingz: She is here to tell me that she has added the much awaited sequel to her drama. Darn! She has to read my post and comment on it before sliding in the advertisement.

Krithika: I am positive she has a dozen Vodka shots before commenting on my blog. Or has Luna Lovegood put a faulty spell on her?

EC: He just got back from gym after a session with his punching bag. Punch Bag won. So he takes a bit of his frustration on my comment board, sometimes talking in code language.

Heretic: He just stole Yogi’s kabootar and is quite charged up. Simultaneously watches Mallu porn on the side while commenting. Multitasking doesn’t go too well with him.

FillerMan: He still has nightmares of the proof-reading part of his dissertation. His paranoia shows in the comments too. They are thorough and intricately confuse the reader. They are a thesis by themselves.

Jill: Even she is running short of time what with spending all her time SMSing and writing mushy posts. She has no time to read posts. If I were a ‘Mua’ person, I would have seen more of her bubbly personality. But I have to be content with her LOLLOLOLOLOLLL.. which apparently stems from the fact that she knows I write funny stuff.. so there is absolutely no harm is LOLing without reading.

Sirpy: On Halloween night, while he was walking around trick-or-treating dressed as a chimp, he got possessed by Michael Moore and Osama bin Laden put together. And he mistook me for George Bush. I hope I steered him AWAY to the right person.

MWPG: Men with goats as pet will have nothing better to do than comment on my posts.

Again, its all for fun and I love you all. You may not believe it, but I do! Keep them coming.

I have always had a love-hate relationship with my name. Right now I am in the love phase. My pet peeve against my parent’s choice is that they did no back ground check on the sexual inclination of my name. In some parts of the country it is decidedly a guy’s name. And having spent a considerable amount of my childhood in such places, I had been scarred for a huge part. Every time I had to give out my name, be it in school or at a doctor’s office, people look in disbelief and go ‘Cluck cluck! Why didn’t your parents think of a girl’s name for you? Out of the million names, they had to choose this? Poor thing!’

The woman behind the bank counter wouldn’t let go. She thought I was suffering from temporary insanity. She kept suggesting derivatives and suffixes that would make my name sound girly and realistic to her. What did she think? That I forgot my own name? I was so exasperated that I started adopting false names just to wriggle out of situations. Venkatasubbalaksmi sure sounded delicate and feminine.

Oh well, the torture didn’t end there. The biggest nuisance of my subsistence was when I had a namesake in my class who of course was a freakin boy! And my arch nemesis to boot!

Every night at home, my parents were fed up with my lament. My dad would take this opportunity to blame my mother and insist that if were left to him he would have named me Vasavadatta or Babhruvahini. *shudder* Thank God for small mythological mercies. Those characters were good for bedtime stories only.

As a kid, I actually contemplated on a court name-change. Before that could happen, we moved to a different place where some kind people told me I had a lovely name. Those wonderful people couldn’t imagine guys having such a name. That did it. I was in love with my name again.

When I decided to move to the US for my masters degree, I was emailing this girl whom I wanted to share a room with. We had everything planned, decided on the stuff to be brought and even exchanged culinary details. Finally we met. Horror of horrors! I had been corresponding with a guy! He was equally stunned to see a girl! His name being Radha Krishnan, I mistook the ‘Krishnan’ to be the last name. And he was convinced that I was an adam-apple, nuts & banana bearing guy (Gee, you guys sound like a Diwali platter)! We didn’t room in together.

I have finally come in terms with my unisex name. Its a gift from my parents and I'll keep it. Its me.

My friend is marrying a girl called Jaideep. I can only fathom how her childhood must have been. Cluck cluck!

Nerdy Neelu comes home one morning all dressed up in a new jing-chack salwar suit. Wakes me up from sleep and gives me a smile that would disarm Vishwamitra in penance. I detect something fishy, but can’t point my finger at the right fish. I muster a sleepy smile. Then she joyously distributes sweets to everyone at home. I give her a confused look.

She looks at me amused,’ What acting, Alpha! Of course you knew its my Birthday today.'

The dreaded B word! Gulp! Of course I forgot! How the do I salvage this situation again. She on her part has never ever forgotten mine. I on my part have never remembered even a single birthday of hers/our meeting day/our friendship day/our first liking-each-other day. Why does God create such people? Even if He did, why does he place such people among my midst! Darn!

She usually unleashes unwarranted useless senti. I have made myself immune to all that. But sometimes, some of the sentimental talk does penetrate into my thick skull and I get all guilty. I feel soul-lessly inhuman.

But today, she seemed quite pleased and I couldn’t see the speech coming. I was even more perplexed. I was about to get into my ‘Sorry-I-forgot’ tirade when she giddily gushed,’ Thank you Alphu, for that sweet card and letter pad. I loved it! Anonymous indeed. I figured it was you! Who else will do something like that? U finally remembered my birthday. I am sooooo happy. Muaa!’

Murky thoughts prevail- Totally yikes! She thinks I sent her that! And she’s so elated about it. Do I speak the truth and come crashing down in her eyes? Do I spoil the day for her (and me of course)? Mr. Anon must be some nerdy fan of her Physiology notes. He will never come forward with the truth. He would be too shy. A waste of a good card and gift. Why, I’ll claim it for sure!

Clear thinking me, ‘Hehe, you figured out uh? Cool no probs. I hope you enjoy it and write letters to me with that once we part. Did you like the design, Nerdu?’

She runs to the phone. Calls her roomies and excitedly yells like Sherlock Holmes,’ See, I told you people. I knew I was right. Alpha sent me that card not that sick guy you were teasing me with.’

-the other line says something-

‘Yes, of course! She just admitted it!’

-the other line speaks more-

‘What!!? Really? You people? Gawd! Hmmm…..’

-click-

What followed after that is censored. She was kind enough to spare my life.

Today reminders pop up in my computer/calendar/phone/hubby’s palm/post-its on my forehead. I have even tattooed the date on my tongue.

Also I wrote this post to specifically remember to wish her tomorrow. May the the Gods of Memory be with me.

If there is one friend I have kept in touch with from childhood, its Nerdy Neelu. Ironical as it may sound, we used to be just ‘Ok’ friends in school. Make that enemies.

We fought most of the time out of sheer jealosy on my part. She had those coveted thick glasses on her hawky nose. Then she become the doctor I always wanted to be..or rather my parents wanted me to be. Somewhere between dissecting rats and learning DNA structures, I completely lost interest in medicine. Me flunking all the med entrance exams had nothing to do with it.

Nerdy Neelu was the bane of my carefree days.

My mom would say, ‘Look at Neelu, I’m sure she drinks 3 glasses of milk everyday and listens to her mother’.

While she was in med school, she spent many weekends at my (parent’s) place. She hated the hostel and I would be back from my hostel on the weekends bringing my clothes to be laundered. Both our hostels being close to my home, it seemed like the thing to do. It gave us the perfect atmosphere to ..er.. study. She would sit in the corner with her skeletons mugging up huge names of the tiniest cells in our body. I would be looking at ways to use those skeletons to scare the neighbors. We loved..er.. studying together in our terrace. She pouring into Neuroanatomy of Americana Periplaneta and me involved in the Anatomy of Neighborhood Studs. Stealing glances and at the same time acting disinterested. I had perfected this art.

Mom loved to inflict her fond health queries on Nerdy Neelu. Just to rub it in, maybe.

"Neelu, I am having a strange throbbing sensation in my wrist. What do you think it is? Is there a cure? How is it caused?’

Nerdy Neelu was a born doctor,’ No Auntie, its not that big a deal. I think it’s the slight malfunctioning of the tendons which is also known as Stretch Membranopathy. This causes the cells to function anaerobically.'

My mom is maha impressed but quite skeptical,’ But it sounds quite hi-fi and scary.’

Nerdy Neelu assures her its nothing and gives her suggestions on some alleviation measures.

Then mom turns her attention on poor unsuspecting me,’ Saw that!? I bet you cant even tell the difference from a foundation and plinth.’

Indignantly I scream, ’What kind of question is that? You ask her all the easy ones!’

Hmph! My mom had a way of digging the ditch deeper and deeper.

I hated Nerdy Neelu even more. I felt Nerdy peering through her glasses smirking, but I turned to look at her immersed in her books. Tch tch, Nothing, I mean nothing will come out of her.

One evening we go to the terrace to find Neighborhood Studs missing. Jeez, tough luck. I guess I will have to study like Nerdy Neelu too. So I actually start mugging up some Moment of Inertia stuff when Nerdy Neelu shuts her book and exasperatedly exclaims,’ Shucks! This is boring as hell! Where the heck are those guys today?’

We became good friends.

My worst fear is being eaten by a grizzly in Montana. In close contention comes my fear of auto rickshaw drivers (esp. in Chennai).

Having heard horror stories and experienced a few, I don’t usually dare to go alone in these autos. But sometimes you have to take the plunge when desperation strikes. Sometimes you need to go to Montana.

I was new to town, Athensnagar. I had just walked out of Olympic Central Station. Hurdle race, gymnastics and weightlifting were the main sports in this railway arena. Having beaten my opponents, I was not looking forward to the last event- Taking an auto to Hotel Pythagoras.

Between heavy traffic late that night, I find my self screaming ’Autooo! Autooo!’. Ottoman-I screeches and looks at me vehemently. I yell, 'Pythagoras Hotel’. Ottoman-I slaps his head, curses in Greek and zooms off. How rude!

I hail another. Ottoman-II makes a maneuver that would put James Bond to shame, almost running over my toes, finally breaking in front of me.

'Pythagoras hotel is very far ma. I will take you for 50 bucks’

‘Ouwa Ouwa! What day-light ..err night-time robbery is this?! No way! I will find Ottoman-III. Go away! Plus my friend who booked this hotel said its damn close. You cheat!’

"No body in the whole Ottoman Empire will come for less than 50 bucks. Plus its bloody night time. Double rate also I didn’t put for you. And you know Greek, so its even less."

Well, I succumb. He did praise my Greek skills afterall. But I am still paranoid as hell. I sit at the edge of the seat so it will be easier for me to jump and tumble out like apna Hercules, if need be.

Ottoman-II engages me in an annoying conversation. Maybe that’s better than eerie silence.

"How old are you ma?"

Sweat trickles down my back. Why the heck is he asking me my age?

He doesnt wait for an answer "I am sure somewhere around 20-21. Yeah, you look young. I'm sure you are not married."

Shift to the edge most part of the edge of the seat…choking in fear. Images of Rapist Auto-Shankar which was always in the back of my mind, come looming in the front.

He doesnt stop "I will tell you something. You better listen to me. Don’t loose your virginity before your wedding night."

What in the name of Ganeshkaupolis!!? What did I do to derserve this sermon? Do I look like a slut? I even have my salwar on this time. Who is he, my dad? Oh my God, he is a psycho.. maybe like Hannibal.

I panic "Stop Stop Stop!"

Ottoman-II halts the vehicle.

"Ok, here’s 50 bucks. Thanks bye!" I shoot out of the auto.

He is confused, "What about Pythagoras?"

"No no, I think I am fine here. I suddenly remembered that I need to be here..in the middle of nowhere."

Thus saying I hail another auto coz I have no freakin clue where I am. This is getting really weird. I pray to all the Gods I remember, even Apollo.

Ottoman-III turned out to be decent after all. He did bore me by talking about political scenarios and how people from Athens shouldn’t go to other states and increase their tourism. By now I had toured the whole of Athens. But at least I saw the Pythogoras Hotel finally. Thanked my lucky stars…congratulated myself for spending only a 100 bucks and finally making it unharmed. I had survived yet another daunting auto experience.

At day break, I sleepily strutted to the window of my hotel room. With a big yawn, I pulled away the curtains to see ‘Oympic Central Station’ staring at me from right across the street.

Me: *gushing* Congrats man! I just heard that you got top marks in EM this time.

Tom: That was the other Tom. I flunked.

Me: *teasing* Where did you and your girl-friend go this time, you relentless love-birds?

Dick: We broke up.

Me: *distractedly* So, What does your father do?

Harry: My dad ..uh.. my dad just passed away. And you came to the funeral.

These are a few of my typical samples. How does one recover from these? Don't know who's more distressed, me or them.

Same hostel, around the same time. My friend Flirtina used to hang out with a lot of good looking popular guys, Lookesh being one of them. I needed a chance to establish my looks with his. I had been introduced, but that was not enough. I needed more interaction to get anywhere. Flirtina was going to his place for some combined studies, she told me I could tag along. She said I could help out and also impress Lookesh.Though I really didn’t see where I would fit in this (theirs being a different subject altogether), I decided it was worth exploring the avenue.

Lookesh didn’t stay in the hostel. En route to his place which happened to be in a hilly part of the town, Flirtina got a brilliant idea.

‘Alpha, how about scaring him like you did with VGB?’

I didn’t think it was a very good idea. Not for the fact that I didn’t have my duppatta and goggles, but for the fact that I really didn’t think it was a good idea.

Flirtina started flirting with me," Comon Alpha my babe, it will be so much fun and he lives all alone in this lonely locality. I’m sure he’ll have a fright of his life! Ooooh! I just cant imagine how fun it would be.’

Yes, that did sound like fun. Especially since I had been banned to do this in the hostel. I was easily bought. Plus I had the whole evening after that to entice Lookesh over candles and wine (read- drawings and formulae).

The current went off just as we were rolling my Kinetic downhill with the ignition turned off. We saw his house. Pitch dark and silhouetted against the moonlight. *shiver* Suddenly we saw a shadow emerge with a candle to the porch. We ducked immediately and glided past his house behind the compound wall. He hadn’t seen us. Crouched on the Kinetic, we waited for him to get inside (controlling every urge to laugh). Now I needed to pee badly. Note to myself- Must use the loo first thing after we get inside.

We slowly climbed the compound wall and crept up to the back yard. Shucks! He had his windows closed. So we picked up some branches and slowly tapped on his window..’tap tap tap’.. then with our raincoats ‘swoosh swoosh’. ‘tap tap swoosh swoosh’. It was quite hilarious…not scary one bit! We were suppressing our giggles and I, my pee.

We could hear him inside, ‘Kaun hai bhe? Who is it?’

I couldn’t take it anymore. A big trickle. Yikes! This was embarrassing. I sheepishly told Flirtina, ’I think I peed!’ She burst out in a loud guffaw!

Lookesh yelled now," WHO THE HELL IS THERE?"

I still had ¼ of my pee compressed inside my bladder with the help of my crossed legs. And Flirtina was almost on the floor rolling taking care not to roll on my marked territory.

Suddenly we heard Lookesh’s footsteps outside," I’M coming you thieves! What the HELL is going on? Where are you? "

Flirtina started running towards the front, me limping behind with crossed legs. And Lookesh following us cursing loudly!

When he finally caught up with us (he ran around the other direction) he had a knife and torch in his hands! We screamed our lungs out in the dark, ‘Eeeeiaaaaa..(..continued), Its us, its us!’

The remaining ¼ had managed to find its way out. At least now I could stand properly without that tortured look on my face. I had my long raincoat on, so I was saved from further misery.

Lookesh seemed shocked and relieved,’ You girls! Stupid idiots! Jeez! Wow! Come on inside now!’

But I HAD to leave NOW,’Sorry guys, I need to go. Something just came up (or down). No time to spare. I just had time to come and scare you. haha ..yeah I know its not raining. But I need my raincoat on..heh heh. yeah crazy na! No no NO, I cant come inside…not even for a minute. Seeya! Byee!’

I zoomed off leaving Lookesh wierded off and Flirtina laughing her head off.

Some 15 years after the previous post. Pacing around my hostel after dinner, I was desperately finding ways to entertain myself. I had just finished faking palmistry to a bunch of giddy hostelites. I needed more excitment than this.

Memories of Tamaboo seeped into my evil mind. But this time, it was going to be more sinister and convincing. My mama had obviously done a bad job. The sequel will have to be better. I sneaked to the back of the dorms where the watchman wouldn’t notice. I donned a green transparent duppatta on my head (so that I could see things) and put on my swimming goggles over the duppatta and the eyes (so I could still see stuff and look scary). Then I wore a pair of shorts on my head (like white hair). I climbed the drainage pipe and landed on the chajja of my victim’s room on the first floor (or second in the US). The victim was a Very-Girly Bimbo. I knew she was the perfect prey.

So I sat on her window sill at about midnight and just stared at her. I was going to be as ominous as they get. No noise, no flapping wings, no ‘boo’…just waiting for the VGB to look at me. So I sat there while she was lying on her bed, listening to ‘Naam ghum jayega’ and reading some Daniel Steel (girly to the core). Dimly lit room filled with soft toys (argh.. they even had names). I sat there with my duppatta, swimming goggles et al making a complete idiot of myself. Sometimes, I don’t even wonder why I do these things.

But then, VGB gets a strange feeling of being started at. She slowly moved her book from her face to look at me directly. The climax scene I had been patiently waiting for-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!"

It was a worse than a banshee’s mating call. I almost fell from the top. But I wasted no time to collect myself. I slipped down the pipe as quickly as frictional force would allow. Sprinted to my room like PT Usha and jumped into my bed like Anju George. Hid all my evidence under the bed and opened my books so that even I wouldn’t suspect what I had done.

In 3 minutes. KNOCK KNOCK!!!

I opened. A bevy of babes.. all sizes.. all shapes. VGB among them, white and sobbing. The head girl, VBB (Very Boyish Bitch) spoke up, "Alpha, I know its you! You have a history of crime (surely she meant pranks) in this hostel. Look at poor VGB, she could have got a heart-attack. I would urge you to be more responsible towards fellow humans."

By now the whole hostel was enjoying this scene. I tried to save my busted ass, ‘Of course its not me, VBB. Just because I have done a few innocent things in the past (like sticking BITCH on your door, pouring water on you from the terrace, pasting pictures of your butt on the notice board) you cannot relate every incident to me Ok! Not fair ya! Poor VGB, she looks like a ghost.. did she just see one?'

VBB growled, ’If I were you, I would use some other goggles instead of your signature neon orange ones! And oh, here are your shorts.’