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Chap 2 :
Well there are good journeys and there are plane journeys. But there is that odd tingling feeling at the end of a plane journey when the phone is switched back on; the number of missed calls would indicate how loved one is. Geet saw ten of them. Her eyes welled up with tears. That was more than the number of people she knew.
Suddenly she wished Proof were there and Teji and Mom and Dad. Geet was being greedy of course. One cannot dare to explore the world and have everybody by their side in the process now can they? She had to face this alone. Four years of independence in a great college and a greater career ahead. The culmination of all her dreams. Bangalore.
She walked out to the most pleasant weather ever. It was not too hot, not too cold and the breeze was enticing and gentle. It was the most beautiful feeling to step into a world where it is eternal spring. She did not know what summers were like in here but she had been told they were mild compared to North India.
She hailed a prepaid taxi from the airport and got in. Once she was in the car she began returning her calls. First to her family and then Proof. There was nothing much to talk about. It felt somehow odd to hear the voices of people she knew in a new place and context. It was exciting. She felt like Alice in Wonderland. She watched the wide airport road waltz by.
She was floating in heaven until it was rudely interrupted by traffic. She sighed. The taxi driver was doing all right until he was driving on a straight road. The moment he had to take a turn he became indecisive.
Driver "Madam, shall I take this road?"
Geet "You have just picked me up from the airport. So I wouldn't know right? I am visiting for the first time here. Take whichever road you want."
They say men never ask for directions. But the taxi driver begged to differ there too. He stopped every 100 meters or so asking for directions. Everybody kept pointing him in the same direction but that did not stop him from asking the next person he could find. Nice man.
Geet "You are new here too?"
Driver "Yes madam I am new to India. I am a SriLankan who was living in Dubai but have moved to Bangalore now."
Vow! She was riding with a man who was a resident non-Indian who spoke better Hindi than her.
Geet "What you used to do in Dubai? Why you came back here?"
Driver "Madam Dubai very difficult. My family was in Sri Lanka. I was working as a mechanic in Dubai. I did lot of savings but no satisfaction in life. What is life if it cannot be shared with the wife? The kids were growing up so fast. I almost did not recognize my son when he came to pick me up. And then I decided. To hell with money. I will take whatever job I can get. Inshallah, I decided I will move to Bangalore where I heard the transport sector was booming."
That was some history!
Geet "Good going. So this taxi is like yours? You own it?"
Driver laughed "No madam. This belongs to the transport provider. I give some money to them everyday. The rest I get to keep. Since I am mechanic also I get to do a lot of savings. I am very happy here madam."
Geet smiled. They had a lot of time on their hands and the discussion veered to various topics ranging from local politics to housing schemes. Finally the driver revealed his true nightmares.
Driver "Madam, be very careful in this city at night. Don't go party at night and all. One day you know what happened. I got this call at about 2 in the night. One lady alone madam. I gave her a lift to a nice locality. But she did not get down from the car. She said 'Give me all the money in your purse. Else I will shout that you are trying to molest me.' There were a few miscreants near a tea shop nearby. So I had to give her 2000 rupees I had madam. Very bad times."
Geet "Really? That is very bad."
Driver "You are a very nice girl, madam. Nowadays it is all fast life and nobody cares about a taxi driver. Nobody listens to our story. Hope you have a good time here."
They finally reached the college after a slow coach ride that took longer than the flight. She got down and overpaid the driver fifty bucks. She hated calling them 'tips'. He was the first person to be nice to her in a new place. The man thanked her profusely.
She got down and dragged her humongous suitcases to the big nameless building that was the hostel. But one little fact that had skipped a mention everywhere. It was a coed. Yes that was right! Mom and Proof would both freak for opposite reasons. Luckily though the boys and girls did not have to share bathrooms. That would have been a serious bummer.
There was a catch. Her roommates were a couple of senior girls named Maria and Shantha. The names looked innocent enough. Geet seriously hoped they would not turn out to be wannabes. Geet always had an awful time with seniors in school. They seemed to like picking on the chubby cute kid. When she was younger it was limited to pinching her cheek painfully until they went red. Mom had almost suspected the teachers had slapped Geet.
As she grew older though the same chubby cheeks were not cute anymore. They went out of fashion. Hollow anorexic cheeks were in. A few 'kind' girls had subtly hinted that 'Geet has great cheekbones, sigh, if only they were visible'. Geet had somehow lived through all that hiding her tears and putting on a brave face. Proof tried to ward off these taunts whenever she heard of them. But probably even Proof failed to fully fathom that these kind of verbal prods were worse than physical abuse.
But Geet knew college was going to be different. Here she was a completely new person. Where all these silly things were not entertained. Geet was in a new city as a new person.
With all these thoughts she reached her room. To find to her pleasant surprise Maria was an American and Shantha was Nepali. They were very nice people who greeted her warmly with a hug. Geet could not believe her luck! This was going to be awesome. Seriously awesome. She was probably never going to miss home.
The next four days were spent in acclimatizing herself to the new cultural climate of the place. It had a totally new world feel. Geet felt she had newly discovered a greater America. The variety of people that she saw were just staggering. It would take time to assimilate all of it and get adjusted.
Also of course there were the admission formalities. Dad had just given her the demand drafts and signed a few forms. Geet had to run around the length of the huge never ending campus to get everything completed on time for the orientation. She did not even have time to chat with folks back home or come online. Just a few messages were exchanged.
Now anyone rational would assume that with all this independence, running around and culture shock a sweet girl like her would end up losing some weight. But they invariably failed to discount Geet's sweet tooth. She had to only inhale to bloat like a balloon. Her stomach lining was made of highly stretchable elastic material. She wondered if she had been a kangaroo in her previous birth.
To top it all the hostel food was rich in only one major food group. Oil. The oil was apparently first used to fry the day's quota of poories and fries and then was used in normal cooking. There was a sweetmeat also provided at the end of every meal to keep the inmates of the hostel from complaining about the bad food that had followed earlier. And because the meal times were restricted and the warden had such a strict look on her face, Geet stuffed herself with all the food she could get. She did not want to feel hungry at odd times.
After four days of bloated feeling due to eating rice and poories constantly she began to contemplate a solution for this unholy mess. Yes, the messwala! He looked like a kind fellow. He also spoke passable Hindi. Actually everyone on campus seemed to speak Hindi quite well. She had yet to feel the full force of the local dialect Kannada.
She approached him with a smile and he smiled back. Geet always had a natural affinity towards talkative peoples. She had a beacon which switched on the talking vibe in others.
That man made friends with her immediately. Turned out he was a Bengali! This was seriously a cosmopolitan place where locals were probably gradually getting graduated to being indigenous tribes. He understood that healthy girls like her had healthy appetites and he promised that he would store extra food for her if she informed a couple of hours earlier. Of course it all came at an additional cost. But Geet did not mind that. Anything to keep from gorging food like a pack of ravenous dogs. Just the thought that the food was lying somewhere far away waiting for her would make her go easy and eat smaller portions. Good work, Geet! Proof would be proud of you.
Suddenly she felt that odd stirring in her heart. Which was a sign of her missing home. It had only been four days! Yes there was a lot of new stuff around. But all of a sudden it became too much to absorb. She needed a break from newness and wanted a touch of familiar. She came back to her room and sat in a quiet corner shedding a few tears.
She began missing everything about home. She missed the way the sunlight entered her bedroom in long parallel lines. She missed the flush of her commode. She missed her old beaten shower that worked only at an odd angle. She missed her favorite cereal bowl. She missed the musty smell of the attic where she sometimes sat when she wanted to think deeply.
To get her mind off home, she decided to login and check her online activities. She logged onto the internet from the deathly slow hostel wifi. She saw many a messages asking her how she was feeling in her new place and what was the college like etc. She patiently copy pasted the same reply to each of the messages and sent it.
Out of curiosity she stalked the profile of the Soapstar guy. It had her feeling weird to find a guy at the forum. She never anticipated actually meeting anyone she saw online. That is what allowed her to be 'Dabangg'. She had definitely done some things online that she was not proud of.
So understandably she was not comfortable meeting this person especially a guy. She decided to do everything in her power to stay anonymous henceforth. No more spur of the moment confessions.
However hypothetically speaking would she even like a guy whose interests were reading romance? Since she had a brother and knew deep down what idiots men were she found it hard to believe men read anything noteworthy. They satisfied themselves with the daily newspaper.
She then contemplated on what kind of guys she liked. When it came to guys Proof and her were totally opposite. That was a good thing Geet supposed. As if they did not fight enough as it is. Coming back to men, Geet was not averse to metro men. But her personal preference were men who shied away from anything other than soap, shampoo and after shave. And not to forget deo.
Men with ear piercings, tattoos, long pony tails were out of the question. She also preferred men who visited a barber rather than a spa or salon. A 'maalish' every now and then could be considered manly and welcome. Guys with mustaches were considered Dad or uncles.
Speaking of Dad she was reminded of home again. It was going to be four long years out of which only four days had passed by. To her surprise she found her eyes moist. Why was she behaving like a baby? She rubbed her eye sockets vigorously and took a deep breath. There was only one way out of heartbreak and homesickness. Chocolate. She decided to hunt for it. Actually there was no need to hunt. She had an inkling on where chocolates would be available. There was a gift shop on the far corner of the campus.
She quickly changed from PJs to jeans and literally ran to the gift store. She checked the racks to find an assortment of chocolates dancing back at her. She felt she was in a safe cocoon. She wildly grabbed a huge toblerone and gigantic mars. It was so irresistible that she opened the toblerone bar and allowed that first piece of heaven to melt in her mouth. Emm. She smacked her lips and opened her eyes when she realized she had them closed.
She felt as if she was eating real food after days. She felt the chocolate seeping into every pore of her senses and giving her a narcotic bliss. Yes she was addicted to chocolate. She sighed. It was time to pay the bill.
She reached the cash counter and to her horror found that she was 20 bucks short even if she just bought the toblerone. Her ATM card was in her room and in all probability maxed out. Hey Babaji! She looked at the man before her feeling all laden with guilt. The cashier glared at her with an all knowing expression of anger. He seemed to have a lot of experience in this area.
Geet "Aaa…Actually I am 20 short…"
He was gearing up for his verbal onslaught when Geet heard a deep voice from behind her.
"I will cover for it. Can this be billed quickly? I am in a hurry."
She turned back and saw a tall broad shouldered guy. Only one word came to her mind as she was seeing him. Potential. This guy could look good in a garbage bag. So he had chosen to wear one! He wore a dull brown oversized cardigan and a weird length shorts. His slippers were a cross between floaters and sport shoes. And it probably served both purposes by the looks of it.
She immediately assessed her compatibility with the guy. He seemed very drowned in his thoughts and did not look at random things. His strides were very purposeful and long. He had a perpetual look of anger on his face as if everything in his path disturbed him and was in the wrong place. He carried in his hand a text book.
Ok she was ready to typecast him. He was in all probability a bookworm. Definitely not best friend or boyfriend material. Aside from the fact that he looked super hot he had nothing else going for him.
And while she was thinking all this he was already on his way out. Hey Babaji!
"Hey" she shouted a bit too loudly startling him into turning back, "What is your name? The 20.."
"Maan. And don't bother."
He walked away. What a perfectly cute inaccessible nerd.
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Hey great start... Loved the part.😊
Geet here is so close to reality... her views, approach, & escape through situations did make sense & appealed.Loved her crazy & tadkedar family. Typical mommy worried about her hostel stay yet composed... Dad busy in seeking for her security yet not so expressive, Bad ass bro... relieved to send her off, so that the house can be solely dominated by his needs, so much so a true brother in all forms ( irritating yet loving)...😉Loved her bonding with her bestie..😊..Proof .. the name caught my attention. Both are so adorable in their talks. Thier bond is so unique yet at the same time something all of us crave & do have someone like that in our lives. Realistic approaches & light hearted banter on exams, carrer decisions, periods, boy problems, and off course every girls woes being the so talked about weight issues... 😆😆.So now a new city calling out to dear Geet ji... new people & off course task for hunt down of her online 'male' friend ... wanting to see does he actual find out about her being the Dabaangdamsel...😆😆P.S.: Have still to read TLDH... Will do so soon... 😊
Hey Sheesh! This is an interesting concept. Something I've wondered at times: what if somebody I chat with in the forum who claims to be a girl is actually a guy? 😆
And the charm of the story - or anything, for that matter - lies in the way it is presented, no matter how simple or predictable it might be. I can feel that charm in this one and I'm definitely looking forward to it! 😊
Originally posted by: mishtimohabbat
First is first... 😕 !! Health issues?! ...Khudaaya Khair! Hope you are well ji... If writing is bringing out an undesired effect then maybe resting and reading others might make u feel better * saying this with a heavy heart coz being a selfish human I'm bound to my unquenchable greed for more work from you...Lekin all that fades if ur not the colourful you... Keep well ji.
Coming to this new fairytale...I am only looking forward more...I want to see this new side of what light hearted means! Heheee ...how Sheesh will steer through the urban highway when I have only seen her whiz around countryside lanes... Ehem my analogy 😆
Anonymity gives a strange comfort ..I'm jus wondering if what Geet will experience will be closely related to the anonymity we try and have here...glimpses of your personal experience kya?
Take care 😳
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