Year 2006 – Hotel Basera – Chennai
The Re-Union of our school mates got arranged in Hotel Basera. All of us gathered at the correct time and everyone started ordering starters as off their choice.
One guy in our batch, always had a love for Sea food. Also his religion did not allow him to eat any non Halal food. So mostly he preferred Sea Food.
The beer slowly couched well in many of the mates tummy and triggered the stomach to order the main course.
While the bearer stood elegantly to take our order, this guy rushed to order and his tongue slipped and asked, “Do you have SHE foods?”
The Bearer did not understand the difference between the Sea & the She and he coolly replied, we have “Frawn Fry” Sir!
Listening to the chat between our friend and the bearer, all of us roared in laughter.
Both of them did not understand why we were laughing….
Though I lived in Chennai (Madras), I never experienced the cosmopolitan nature & life of it as its name suggests. That would be because, I have Predominantly lived in the southern part of Chennai, where things happen in conservative way.
This year,I relocated to Bangalore for my new career plan. Enjoying the weather and the new surrounding, my mind and heart was fully high-spirited.
The girls in the T-shirts/Jeans, all made my mind crazy. After few days of my Bangalore life, I noticed something very different from my south Chennai experience. Many of the girls who got dressed in salwar kameez, never wore a dupatta. I got confused about this, but couldn’t confirm why!
The first Friday in my Bangalore life arrived & I got eager about what the girls would look on a casual dress code. After reaching office, I went to café to notice, that many were wearing a shawl!
Oops… I did not expect this. I got a bit dejected, and my wild expectations got snubbed well. Later in the evening I found that all those who were in Shawl, were actually wearing a Jeans/T-shirt.
Still my understandings are not clear, why some one is covering them well with shawl for a dress code like Jeans & why they are not bothered about dupatta for a dress code like salwar.
Chennai is one of the Metropolitan city in India which has high suburban train connectivity. I used a service from Chromepet to Guindy on daily basis, to take my college bus from Guindy.
The Friday’s usually seem a good day in train to get back to home. All the school/college children, guys, & girls would be in great mood thinking about weekend.
While I was waiting in Guindy railway station, I saw 3 young school students playing in the platform. They might be studying 7th or 8th grade & the uniform suggested that they belong to Government school.
There came a man with a small bag buried deep in his underarm. He was in complete formal attire with sports shoe & his tummy was clinging over the belt. His look proposed himself as a Ticket collector (TC).
He went straight to the boys and asked for tickets.
First guys took out a bus ticket & the second guy took out a cinema ticket. The TC got pissed off by seeing this act.
The TC insisted for a train ticket & all three replied in chorus that they did not take ticket!. The TC got convinced that he need to fine all of them.
He took out the charge sheet & asked whether the guys had 150 rupee. The Second guy told, that they spent all the money in cinemas & they do not have any money.
Thinking that he had enough rights to searc hthe guys, the TC started diggign the first guys pocket. He found out a TRAIN SEASON PASS (equal to a ticket for a month or 90 days or 180 days).
His ears were fuming and hair stood up. He inquired them, why they did not show the PASS the first time.
They all told that, the Vijay film which they managed to see cutting their class turned out to be a junk one & they needed to De-stress themselves. Saying this, like a lightning they escaped the scene.
We all know that the Rear view mirror on the any vehicle, serves the purpose to drive safely.
I found that there were more uses of the rear view mirror of my Motor bike. I used to catch sight of the girls who drive in front of me, by using their rear view mirror. Their rear view mirrors though did not always showed a picture perfect image of them, never denied to show their eyes. That gave a bit of kick.
I have made the mistake of sighting the girls who are coming behind me, by viewing them in my rear view mirror. At times have ended up kissing the vehicle before me.
Recently, I read a post on the same rear view mirror by Vivian & it seems he has done a research on this!
The link to that is
It’s Friday and was rushing to home From Physics/Chemistry tuition – in my MTB Rock shock cycle. I love to watch the ஒலியும் ஒளியும் Tamil song program in Doordarshan(now called the Podhigai).My home did not have a satellite TV . So this is the only song package which I get for an entire week.
On Fridays the Physics/Chemistry tuition seems a bit heavy for my mind. This particular program was very famous until the satellite TV & DTH came into India.
There was a friend of mine who always accompanies girls as body guards. He never looked like a body-guard. He always thinks that he is a savior for all girls.
While returning from tuition, he did not give way for my overtake. He just blocked my path & was teasing me. The girls were showing as if they were happy by his actions.
My plea to get way got ignored many times. I got pissed off. Also, I had less than 10 minutes to reach home and the program starts in 10 minutes. I just some how sneaked a small gap and cut down his path. I heard a huge cry sound. Darn, he got thrown off the cycle and was sliding the road.
When I turned back & saw him, his shirt & trouser looked like rags. I did not have much time to attend him. Heard from the girls that they attended him & helped him to reach home.
I went home and found that there was no power supply.
I was in my standard 8th. I was an active member of Scouting. This year, we went to Hogenakkal for our annual camp. The camp area looked so good & like a forest. The heat of the place, dehydrated my body quickly. I had to take up lemon juice or water continuously. Otherwise, I would end up burning my genitals.
The place we slept and the toilets got separated by a 250 meter stretch. I was the only scout running to toilet quite often & got teased for the same.
At 11 am one morning,
I went to take bath. The boys & girls side got separated just by a coconut leaf thatch.Yeah you guessed it right, the one used for roofing in village sides. I went in boy’s side & got stricken by horror.
My senior’s were peeping through the Coconut leaf thatch seeing the girl’s bathroom. One of my batch mate was guarding outside. He did not stop me while I entered the bathroom area. All he did was giggling & waiting for his chance to peep.
I got threatened by my seniors. I had to keep my mouth shut or else they all would beat me up. I left the place helpless.
Do I really need to say that the person who guarded outside is one of the best scouts of my state?
Today my punctuality to school got tested by a cycle puncture. It was Holi, So I have to buy the color powder too. Got punished for coming late – by standing outside the school gate for almost 30 minutes.
But the forth coming enjoyment about Holi shadowed the embarrassment. The normal class hours ran so quickly. Through out the day, i was planning on whom should I play Holi.
I made a list of girls & boys. The girls were taking up the top 15 positions. Guys were at the lowest end of the list & got the last priority.
It was 3:45pm and last period of Physics class was over. Everyone ran out of the class. They started playing Holi inside the class room.
To avoid any suspensions from school, I opted to go to cycle stand. When i went there, I understood that i was very late. My list of 15 girls were already in full colors.
Also I saw a senior playing Holi with my class girl. It never seemed playing like holi than Molestation. The girl was also smiling and allowed him to touch all over her.
I was searching one of the remaining 14 to play holi.