JAB WE METRO-2

Soon after getting her cell no. and doing shopping, I returned back to my place.I was constantly thinking about her throughout the journey.I used to live with an old friend of mine that time, who used to preach me everyday about my failures. We were not sharing good bonding those days so I decided not to tell him anything.

  

                                      After having dinner together, It took just half an hour for me to vomit all of what happened in the metro that day, in front of him. His preaching started again and few moments later, I realized that he was more excited than I was.

 He started teaching me- “ How I should have approached her in the train. How can I impress her now after meeting her. Pyaar Vyaar kuchh nahi hota hai. It’s just lust. I want to make love with you is always hidden in I love you….Huh.” He had not finished yet. “ Sun, don’t try to impress a girl, she will surely understand ki tu ‘sex ka bhookha hai’. But haan agar wo kuchh der aur rukne k liye bole ya romantic movie k baare mein discuss kare toh you should get the hint”

   Kuchh samjhe, he asked after his lecture.I nodded my head in 'yes' like an ideal student.He even patted me on the back and went to sleep. The whole night passed with me, thinking about my friend’s lesson and watching the red dim bulb.

Seconds passed, minutes passed….those two days too. Then came the Monday. I dialed her. After taking 10 seconds to recognize me, she told me to come at 5 in the evening. She cut the call as she was preparing breakfast for Ganesh. I could hear him saying about his upset stomach but she said "No excuses please." The call duration was 1 minute 28 seconds. Putting on my favourite white         t-shirt & pyjama combo and sprinkling perfume instead of deodrant this time,I decided to leave. I bought a flower bouquet for beautiful Taara and few chocos for little Ganesh. Beside that gift shop, there was a medical store. God is kind or what, I don’t know. Badhte age k saath, ye toh hum bhool 

hi jaate hain ki medical store pe medicines bhi milte hain.

Look,

Let me tell about myself. I am as lusty as you are. I also start judging myself through mind of the girl in first meeting. I also fantasise about the girl who smiles after looking at me, except for black girls. Preety racist, haan? So are you.

Khair, leaving behind that medical store, I boarded into the metro. It took me 15 minutes to reach her place . I pressed the doorbell, the same 'AJEEB DAASTAAN ' song played…Before I could press the switch again, Ganesh opened the door.

 Hi ganesh, I greeted.

 Hello sir, he greeted me back.

Ganesh guided me to come inside. We both sat on the sofa kept in the hall. I was still holding the bouquet in my hand. I looked around but could not find Taara.

“Ganesh, where is she…….Taraaa kahaan hai”, I asked.

“Di…? wo toh chali gayi. She just left for her classes”, he replied. I felt getting mildly slapped.

“O,….when will she come?”, I asked not looking desperate this time.

Seven, he replied.

Ohh…cool, I replied back.

Ganesh went and returned back with a water bottle and gave me to drink. His gesture reminded me of mine, which I forgot as I was so exhausted in thinking about Taara. “Ganesh, This is for you.”, I handed over the bouquet to him. He was expecting something else from me, Yes chocos….. but I could not sense that.

Should we start? I asked.

Yes sir, he replied showing himself to be excited.

Sir, mai books leke aata hoon…..he said and went inside.

             I looked around. Room was clean as glacier, which is common for most of the girls. No one knows how and why. I also spotted a photo frame kept at the television desk. Ganesh came back and I asked him about that picture in the frame.

“Maa, Papa, Di aur mai”, he replied.

" Wo dono kahaan hain ?", I asked.

"They are in Guwahati……Papa ki posting wahin hai. He is in ARMY..Shuru karein sir….", he asked.

Of course, I replied being on backfoot.

              After an hour of class full of more inspection about his family & less of studies..

Taara kab aayegi, I asked.

Minimum half an hour lagenge, he replied.

              Having no other option to show myself a gentleman, I decided to leave.

“So, did you like the way I teach?”, I asked.

Yes sir….School mein toh itna achha koi nahi padhaata.

           Maine bola, itna bhi makkhan mat lagaao behenchod. Sorrry, aisa bola nahi..aisa socha.

Okay, bye ganesh.

         Bye sir.

Coming out of the house, I realised something. I took out chocolates from my pocket and gave him. He instantly jumped in happiness. ‘Thank you sir’, I received in my ears.

          Tumhe itna kyun achha lagta hai ye? I asked.

          Pataa nahi…Bachpan se hi achhe lagte hain ye….Mujhe chocolate aur Shimli di ko strawberry             pasand hai….

        Kya…..Shimli……? Strawberry….?

      Haan, Di ka nickname Shimli hai and she likes…..

     Strawberry, I said before he could complete. I greeted him good night and left.

         Getting into the metro, I firstly changed her name from ‘Taara, The metro girl’ to ‘SHIMLI’ in the contact list. Deboarding at my station, My mind was boggling with words like Shimli and strawberry. I looked at the left side of the the road & the same chemist shop was still open. As expected Dimaag mein galat galat khayal aane lage.

            After reaching my place, I got a call from Taara…

 Me: Hi Taara.

She: Hello. How are you and how was the first day?

Me: It was quite good…Waise tum toh thi hi nahi.

She: Are haan…I have two or three classes left in my coaching so i’ll have to go for few more days.

Taking deep breath, I said , “Mai hoon na, I’ll help you. You can skip those classes.”

It’s just three more classes, she replied.

  “Trust me, you will get what you need….in my class” I pleaded (one could have seen my face)

After few seconds, she agreed. Her “okay, kal milte hain” made me happy enough to jump.

Few weeks passed with me teaching them quite nicely. We got closed to each other, at least i thought so. Ganesh was also happy with me as I was gifting him those chocos,daily. Everything was going good, but not great for a lusty guy like me. Yes, I was trying to find physical attachment with her and so was the strawberry in that medical shop.

   I used to be on cloud nine after watching her in short loose dresses. Of course, I had given her that much space and comfort to feel so safe inspite of me being strong patient of this ‘Opposite attraction’ disease.

  One fine day, we were having general conversation in the living room before starting the study session. Both the siblings were bullying each other (sometimes even hitting) and I was just watching. He was making fun of her nickname. On the other hand she was complaining about Ganesh's bad habits and his new excuse ‘loose motion’ for skipping the school. I gave a dirty look at him and told them to start the study session but they didn’t listen to me. At the same time, I received a whatsapp message from my roommate.

It was a double meaning joke and lightly laughed as it was a really funny. To change the topic from getting bashed up, he asked, “what happened sir?”

Nothing, I said.

“Sir, joke hai kya?” he asked.

Yaa, kind of , I replied.

Tell us also na, he requested.

It was not appropriate for me to tell a joke as I was confused in between ‘a double meaning joke’, ‘a 6-yr old kid’ and ‘a hot girl’ with whom I wanted to get laid with.

I tried very hard to avoid but Taara insisted saying, “what’s wrong? Sunaao na”

Okay then, I replied with an huh.

“Ek baar ek secretary apne boss k paas jaati hai aur bolti hai ki boss-boss aapke paas Paanch sau rupaye hain mai kal deti hoon…Boss kehta hai tu hazaar lele par aaj hi dede”

    

     My head was down in shame and there was a sudden silence in the room. I looked up and saw their faces. Taara’s face had become tomato-ish red after hearing that joke while Ganesh was confused in trying to get that joke. After few moments of pin drop silence, he said, “ Ye toh aur achha huaa agar boss aaj hi ek hazaar de detaa…what is funny in that”

I got relief after approving myself that he didn’t get the joke.

     

        May I go out sir, he asked.

        Thank God, I replied lagging behind the moment.

      What, he said being confused.

      Loose motion?, I asked.

      Yes sir, he replied making a sad face.

     Okay, I said.

This time , I liked his excuse……just because it was at perfect moment.

                     Just after he went to the bathroom, she went mad at me, saying, “ how can you even try that? Ganesh is a kid..He is just six years old & you bloody pervert……Go to hell. ” She came out of the room and sat on on the sofa in the hall. I was happy about the fact that she didn’t hit me. I also went to her and kept saying sorry for atleast three minutes. After my struggle for that much time, she got back to normal and concluded that I must not tell anything vulgar again….

        Maine bola behenchod, zid kisne ki thi joke sunaane ki….sorry maine ye bas socha.

She told that being adult, she was okay with these shit.

“I know….I’m sorry. Are you okay with that?”, I asked as if a moment could be created that time.

                                      Yess…till certain extent, she replied.

   I kept my hand on her and adjusted myself towards her on the sofa. She smiled but got a little aware and awkward.

Sorry yaar, saying that I went ahead to kiss her. Before her lips could have touched mine, she softly slapped me in the way, “ This is not good but You can kiss me in the second attempt.” As harmonal expectation, I went again and kissed on the lips pulling her towards me. We stuck together for few moments leaving the world behind.

               Suddenly, she slapped on my face like a hulk and I fell to the floor from the sofa.

 “Aye ladki, Tu paagal hai kya?”, I said as the slap was too hard.

She guided me to look towards bathroom. Ohh fuckkk, Ganesh was there. Pin drop silence again fell into the moment. To prevent the moment from going worse, I went in room and took my bag. I looked at their faces. He was angry and she was ashamed. My eyesight went to the photo frame, and seeing his father in the army uniform, I got my reason and impact of her “Hulk waala thappad.”

                                    Greeting with a bye, I left. Time started to fly and I wasn't in touch with her for some days. Two weeks later, I was travelling in the metro and received a message from SHIMLI.   

It said “Ganesh was not making excuses….He is diagnosed with IBS.” On  google , it said “Permanent Diarrhoea.” Instantly, all the flashback from first meeting started rolling like a film infront of my eyes.