Saturday, September 27, 2008

the shower cubicle incident


This happened during our tenth grade. We were all on a tour from the school. The tour included places like Thekkadi, Idukki, Munnar and all the scenic places in and around it (now for those of u people who must be thinking – “where the hell are all these place?”, try typing these names into wikipedia – u’ll understand that Kerala in South India is better to be called God’s Own Country (a.k.a GOC)[presumably])

So yeah as we were saying, we were quite a number of students on the tour. This particular incident happened when we stayed over at Idukki at a place called Greenland lodge. We had to stay over for the night. Coz we had seen enough sites for the day, and we were to head for our next destination the coming morning.

It was a fun night I tell you. We had a huge dormitory. Some guys were lucky enough to get rooms (which was shared among four of them). But it was more fun in the dorms. There was the occasional trying out new stuff (like – “hey who’s smoking in here?” - yeah … yeah… I know we were young… but we had to try it out). So after much hullaboo and a lot of fun later –

We never even knew when the sun shone on our faces. It was freezing cold out there. [again for the one’s who haven’t been to GOC, let me give u this – this place is our very own high altitude place ;)].

We were all asked to get ready by the two teachers who accompanied us. One a male (for the boys) and the other a female (you know it – for the gals). The male sir was our moral studies teacher – Mr. Subhan Babu (a.k.a. SB) [he was seriously fun I tell u, a real cool guy] I seriously can’t remember who the lady teacher with us was. Now the girls were provided with well to do wash facilities, and most importantly bathrooms with doors and latches on them. While we boys were royally shown the way to our imperial bath suites – an open locker room kind single bathroom outlets with no doors and just curtains for doors.

So one by one we took chances to get bathed. There were like around 5 shower outlets, and so five of us were engaged at the same time. There was this one guy among us, called Shinaan. Now this guy is a laugh riot, and you wouldn’t even know when time passes by when he is around. So as I was saying. He got into the shower cubicle. He turned on the shower, that is when it hit him – he’d forgotten to take body wash. He ran (obviously with a towel around his waist) and made it to the dorm, rummaged through his luggage, got the thing that he was looking for, and made it back to the shower cubicle.

But alas, somebody had already gotten in. The curtains were closed. And somebody was taking a shower. Now Shinaan had been waiting in queue for long to take a bath. And when by chance he got it to himself, somebody took it over. This couldn’t happen. Shinaan went ballistic. He shouted to the person inside the shower cubicle – "Hey asshole! Get the beep out of the beep shower. I’ve been waiting in here for beep time and you beep take it all away. beep you!!! beeper beep beeping beeper!!!" (the beeps are censored words)

Suddenly Shinaan finds that whoever the person inside it was, had turned off the shower. And then a familiar voice came from inside – “Shinaan if you have finished, you can please move aside. You might not want to face me when I come out.

Yes, it was Mr. Subhaan Babu. A lot of morality was taught to him I guess in that single day.

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Zahoor Effect


Well as you know it’s the time of Ramadan. It brings with itself a self revelation among the people to be good, do good and be cheerful. I think I have always believed it that if there is a change for the good and it should always be for the best (which means it should stay on forever and not for just one month. *tsk* *tsk* like for example now - where they are all goody goody, just to get back into the same old shoe after a month)

Well it was just another day in the month of Ramadan for me today. At around 9 at night, I called up ma friend Nawab and asked him as to where he was. He asked me to join him at the beach. Now Calicut beach is quite picturesque (I mean ‘chick’wise as well as the surrounding wise). So I did not think twice before finding myself at the ‘walk’ in the beach.

There were three of us sitting there – Nawab, Zahoor (his friend) and myself. Both are Afghani’s. So there we were on the beach ‘walk’ sitting on the side wall between a calm beach and some lazy cows on the interlocks (it’s India after all, who did u expect to be on the interlocks?) Well there were quite a lot of cattle on the beach for today. But there were more people than the cattle (thank God).

Zahoor decides to call his girlfriend (an Afghani – been just here for a few years – even he’s gotten lucky, damn… mera number kab ayega?) But she doesn’t pick it up. And he asks me –

“You tell me one thing. I find this really strange. I mean I call girls at 9 or 10. They don’t pick up. But they have no problem talking after 11 or midnight. I sometimes get miss calls at 2 past midnight”

What could I answer?

I laughed. Told him – it might be strange to you. But that’s how it rolls here in Calicut. (Maybe you girls out there can help answer that better)

And then he had quite a few other doubts. He was like a refreshing breeze to the stagnant life that we lived off here. There was laughter. He spoke of the time when he got slapped by a girl. The times he had out here in Kerala. The differences in the colleges in and around Calicut. I can tell you this – he has a better understanding of the people of Calicut than even me. He has a solution for everything. You know why? Coz he receives anything with an open smile. No stress, nothing at all. Come what may, go what may, he lives each moment to the max. I wished to be him for a moment there.

No moment was dull. The Zahoor effect changed my perspective on life a bit – live life, love life.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Love Actually?


This thing called love is really kinda very strange. You don’t know when and to whom you are falling in love. And when you do fall in love it’s so not right. You try to calculate the relation you’ve been having with them, and then you end up thinking as to whether you need to tell them or not. And some times you end up doing the foolish thing – by going along and telling them out. I don’t know why I say this, maybe because every time I’ve tried to open out my heart, I believe that I do one of the most foolish things possible. But then there will be people who will disagree with me. They’ll say that is better out than in. There’s no question of buts or what ifs. It’s all straight into the face. I am sad and at the same time that I have never been such a kind of person. But let me tell you one thing – when you love somebody, mean it with your heart. There’s no use trying to get the other person love you back or show your love in much more than just affection. When you give, give as if you’ve known no boundaries. These words are all rather the normal clich├ęs I guess. But then again I have not got anything else to say to you. Maybe people take me too much for granted. But I succumb to whatever they make of me. I think this has got to change. Now you people must be thinking as to whether I’ve fallen in love again. But it’s not that I’ve fallen in love again. It’s just that I don’t when I fall in love no more. It’s quite the mystery. Maybe that’s why I am so hard to crack.