It has almost a year since I met B, how ever this morning’s incident as I was waiting for the bus, brought him back to my mind. As it is happening off late now, my tranquil mornings have been thrown into a disarray thanks to my laziness and thanks to my obsession with the smell of jamangi flowers. I was making a garland for sakthi at 11 in the night and this morning, I missed my yoga pranayam session. Slept till 7 am and woke up, prepared my breakfast while cleaning up. Ate morsels of SomeThingYouCanCallDosa while getting ready to board the bus…i.e 2 bites of dosa while I did the dishes…put mascara… two bites and then put on my shirt and pant…2 bites and then tied the bun… and I was there in a time. And what should greet my sight but this fight scene near some mofussil bus. Two young guys were just hitting each other as if the other guy was a punching bag… the bus moved away, one guy stayed in the bus and his fighting partner walked away on the dusty road….and i was looking from the other side of the road past the divider...
Last year should be around june-july while I still had the ilizarov frame on my tibia….on sat morning... as i was putting mehandi on my hair...i got a call from the SBA (senior biz analyst) stating that he was leaving the day after to chennai n wanted to chat.... so i said...i will call him once i finish my therapy....(i used to say my weekend classes as therapy to others)
he used to buy me fruits... i owed him 21 bucks... and i got a dairy milk almonds wala for him... since that was going to be the last time i wud see him....
my first impression of him was that he was arrogant-haughty person... he used to come to the dining hall n bang his diary on the table...n order arrey siva kya hai breakfast ke liye?.... later... after a “revathi” got us talking...he softened a bit... he didn't thump or shout for orders... ate breakfast peacefully.... he used to say tamil alphabet were like jelabis sprawled over in a line....
so i called him around 9 pm after my classes in TIME got over... n he came to my room at 9:30 p.m... i thought we will talk in the hall... but he didn't even wait for me to open the door n barged in... i was having apples for dinner... n we shared the last apple...
he did his mba from jamnalal bajaj mumbai...he was a student leader...into politics... we were talking abt how...he had to go back to chennai after a project analysis to his blore director, had put his blore reporting head in lurch...
he had once been travelling around mumbai n had been pushed down from the bus accidentally in the usual alighting jostle n he had got his nose snapped (he said, his nose was literally torn) in the process...he thought it was the driver...coz the driver refused to stop the bus at the place he had promised when initially when B had boarded the bus. B bet the driver black n blue... n both were admitted in the hospital...and put in side by side bed. Police case was filed and since his uncle was the pa to the cm, he got away. The doctor was surprised that B had bet the driver in spite of his nose bleeding so profusely. B didn't regret beating the wrong guy...he was relishing the idea of beating some one. We started this topic, when he did something with he knife for cutting apples n i wondered...which human on earth can ever kill another with a knife. And he said, he would. He can't bear any atrocity inflicted on him by someone else...
he is a black belt in karate...
he was saying how the apples that we were eating were at least 3 months old... fresh apple wud give milk like liquid when cut, it seems. He used to say in his native everything was fresh... n good..
then he said i speak clearly n went to say how he cud not speak for 6-7 years n ate fruits that were eaten by parrots and birds on the trees n got his voice when he was 7... he has 4 elder sisters n 1 younger brother... he is the fifth... his mom died after his bro was born n they are from rural background...so he is not sure of his exact dob.... he said jun 27 for my sake…
once while playing like monkeys n jumping from tree to tree...it is a game... that u have to hop from branch to branch n not be touched by others... he fell from 40 -60 ft n escaped the freshly cut maize or some crop that is sharp enough to disembowel you....
he is pretty aggressive...n well.. then what...he said...he used to massage ppl... coz he had learnt that in a gym frequented by amir khan, john, bips n dino mori some guy....he said...his room had a line of guys waiting for massage...
he used to have cigs n drinks n gutka 7 yrs earlier... but left it now....he has dreamy hypnotic eyes...n
he didn't hv strong fin background... he did his diploma after 10th... did electric repairs to pay for his engg...in electrical engg....
after that he worked in a IT comp for 2 years b4 he joined jamnalal bajaj...
he took 2 months off from office n took just those 2 months... he got 96 percentile in cat but didn't get calls last year...n didn't attend coaching classes... he got the material from his friends...
n after he got admitted in jamnalal...he took math lectures for 600 per hur n gd pi for 4000 per day n paid his way in jamnalal bajaj....he used to fill in application forms for Rs1000 for others... even now he got calls from gujju gals for cat doubt...
later he asked me when i was getting married...i said... jest like that i didn't believe in marriages...n here came the embarrassing part...it was 11 pm...n he was saying... he can never ever control himself....(Of course, i can say for sure neither he nor i had any fantasies... nevertheless...) he said u need to get married else u wud regret later....these north guys...don't hv any propriety... he digressed on and on... n he was telling abt iskcon gals n guys n nuns...i was arguing abt jain nuns being so pure... n i tried to change the topic.... then he started abt how gals - cute looking college ones in mumbai wud sell themselves for drugs...n well...n how he was contacted by a mumbai pimp... jes that....
finally at 11:30 he left the room.... switching off the light n reducing the fan speed.... i never lock my room...n whoever leaves last...be it Aug 29 srividya or anyone wud have to do the tucking in ceremony for me....
jes this...i had thought i wud jes give him the chocolate n say good bye n good night right in the hall...because of him...i lost 2-3 hrs of precious sleep...i cudn't say no...i need to sleep at 9...coz i need to do yoga n things at 6 am... well jes this...
then during a chat session around Nov last year... he ended up saying that he had 4 houses in mumbai and blore... that message was for someone else that ended up popping in to me...since then...no contacts... i did not miss him per se... just that he inspired me to fight like a kid and dream big and achieve no matter what... till this morning... it would have taken a full 5 minutes to register B... now i am inundated with memories....
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