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| Sunday, April 16, 2006 |
| My attempt to write a short story |
Kumbakonam and Delhi, two places which made an impact in my life. No, this is not the story about a town boy becoming the president of India. Rather it is about the boy who believed everything in the world could be planned. Needless to say, he failed.
She studied in DAV high. She was brilliant. She scored 60 in CBSE. You know its tough to score in CBSE. She took mass communciation for her under graduation, a very challenging field. She knew everything in this world. When I called the waiter "annaen", she said "boss". When I used the word "average", she used "mediocre". When I graduated to "Cliffhanger", she was raving about "Casablanca". She had an o.k face and fair skin. Fair enough to floor me. Afterall, I was born in a place where even a white pigs would be sought after just because it is white.
She studied in Chettiar school kumbakonam. While I scored a healthy 85 in tenth, she just scrambled for her 95 in state board. Hah, anybody can score in state board. I settled for government college in coimbatore while she just managed BITS pilani not to mention her placement in common man's havan Infy.
Not that I disliked her, she never impressed me. She didn't have that charisma in her. I knew for sure my inclination towards Soumya will not bridge the 7 months gap between us. Even harder was to jump over my mother's wish to marry me to Shenbagam. It is P.R.Akash who changed my mind. He was the one in college who taught us the most important alphabet in English - X and the tables associated with it - One X is X, Two Xs are double X, Three Xs are triple X. Like a criminal confessing to a lawyer, I made my intentions clear to PR(we called him
lovingly so). PR gauged my superficial love and chartered out a plan for me. A
plan which is largely a derivative of the porns which we saw.
Soumya has been passing every test. I started by tuning to FTV when we two were alone. She passed. I talked about extra marital and pre-marital sex. She said she was o.k with that(I didn't understand what she meant though). We went to 7/G movie together. Again there was no complaining. She seemed to enjoying that also. Now, the stage was set for the grand finale.
I don't know why Azhagar was crossing the river every year. But, this year, I believed he did it for me. My mom's two brother came along with their daughters from Delhi and Kumbakonam. As a Delhite, Soumya naturally would avoid going to temple and stay home. As a kumbakonam girl, shenbagam would take away all the old people along with her to watch the spectacle. I would leave the house even before them to my friends house just to see BOE, BI et al(refreshing my planned moves). After all, I should not fumble in the last hurdle not knowing what to do.
Plan A - Soumya would be alone. I would come to my home. Wash my face. Ask for towel in the bathroom. She would bring it. I would slip. We would fall. Then i take over. Plan B - If she refuses to be taken over, I would try evern try harder. Still she refuses. I would propose my love only to be rejected just to save some pride for my failed attempt.
The day came. I went out and came back. The door was kept opened. I went to bathroom and shouted for towel, "Ma, towel". A hand gave me the towel. It was not fair. It was of my colour-wheatish as they would say in the matrimonial column. Oh no its shenbagam. She slipped in the bathroom and I fell over her. She didn't leave me. After few tries, I stopped trying and started something else. I don't remember how long it took. My mom's shout split us. I was dumbstruck not to mention the embarassment. I don't know what happened after that. Somebody pressed fast forward button in my tape. I heard her friend giggle "nenachatha mudichitiyae kalli". I was standing in my marriage reception. I could see my classmates surrounding PR probably hearing the story how he helped me achieve my goal. The light music
troup started singing "Shenbagamae Shenbagame.....".
Machis, i was not able to keep a title for this story. Please suggest one. |
posted by Ramkumar @ 12:17 AM   |
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| 3 Comments: |
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Kalyanamaam Kalyaanam...
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machis try writing one da even if u end up writing as bad as this one.
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Great da Ram. I'm also trying some story writing. Let us see what comes out of it. The title for yours "vaazha meenukkum vanjira meenukkum..."
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