A bit of introduction to the characters here.
Saahas Chavan: A good for nobody, womanizer. Has a good job, an affair with a girl called Mala. Now hopes for a relationship with Savi, who is his college mate. He has another bad habit. He writes a diary everyday. Records in detail his daily capers, his job and the women he ogled at, and his affairs. Mind you, all his entries are codified. By God, Almighty, if and only if Savi could lay her hands on this document..it is pure bombshell. But I am sure, even if this happens, he will find a way out of it. How, I don't know. Nor do I want to.
Mr Arindum Bannerjee, aka Guruji: A music teacher belonging to the old school. Will start singing anywhere. Hates modern music, especially Pop. Hates Michael Jackson, would not hesitate to kill him.
Mala: secret girlfriend of Saahas. A bit possessive.
Shilpa Aunty: Mrs Bannerjee, Guruji’s wife.
Dibakar: Saahas’s PG host, incidentally Guruji’s close acquaintance.
Savi Joshi: a college student, currently learning music from Mr Bannerjee. She is not very keen on it, but cant turn down her mother’s wish. Saahas is her classmate and she is well aware that he is interested in her. So she puts him one condition, that is, if Mr Bannerjee approves of him…then…So one fine day, he sets off to meet (& further impress) Guruji. He has also bought two cinema tickets and has grand plans for the night thereafter.
Savi is just in the process of starting for her class when he comes knocking. Ek teer se do Nishan. Savi ke guruji ko impress karna hain…aur kuchh nahi to Savi ka music class bunk ho jayega! What happened instead was quite unusual. For in the first time in history, a man went on a date with a music teacher! A complicated relationship…but the first impression is likely to be the last one. And the situation took such a turn….he ended up getting locked up in a place where no man has gone before. You guessed it right. The Ladies Bathroom.
What happened exactly? For that, lets peep in his diary..
Saahas Chavan, 5th Sept. Yr is somewhere in the future.
Did someone say that a man is a student all his life? the words rang out to be true in my case. Bull shit. The only thing is that I couldn't voice them aloud. Because this time it was someone else's teacher who was piled up on me. And had the same impact!
Well, yesterday could have been the worst day in my life. I had somehow got hold of two tickets for a blockbuster movie for late night show. Well, the amount I had to shell out for that was worth much more than I could afford. The hole burnt in my pocket was huge...but I had to impress that girl Savi. Armed with the tickets and my usual charming persona, I went to her house. She received me with her usual indifferent smile. The smile somehow made me nervous! Did something happen? Did her mother sniff a rat? Psst. Be hopeful, Saahas. What is Savi thinking about me? When I broached the subject about the movie tickets, she jerked up as if hit by a 440 V jolt. She mumbles about the music class, and then turns to me with that smile that knocks me over. She wants me to impress her Guruji. Well, if the Guruji would approve then her mother would obviously give it a second thought.
We set off on my bike. She clings to be at each turn and bumps into me whenever I brake. Oh my God…that really turns me on. Control yourself, man...keep something in reserve when you get full rights on her.
She nudges me at one point. Her Guruji’s house is there. She gets down and gestures to me. Before I could think further, we were rudely interrupted by her Guruji. Pacing in the verandah, waving the newspaper...What happened? Did someone just announce WW III? No! It was that MJ's photo and this man is like a bull that has seen something red! I had trouble keeping my expression grim. He raves and rants on. This man is mad. Obsessed freak. I have no choice but to agree. Savi turns to me and winks. So this is the man..and if he approves of me…phir din main sona and raat main…
Savi touches his feet and gestures me to do the same. He ignores me completely. His gaze fixed on something that has tumbled out of my pocket. Ohh S***. Those tickets! The old man’s eyes are glaring at me and my mouth goes dry. He starts prattling about modern cinema and how it has ruined the culture of music. I nod with the wisdom of a sage. No escape…Savi comes to my rescue. She mutters something to him and he nods happily. Phew…
And before I could cash on this new revelation, he has caught my hand neatly, and almost starts propelling me to the door. Whoa...Whoa. Wait. Where are we heading?
Hey..khoob bhalo…jaanish? aamake nonveg khoob bhalo lagchhi!
What? Do I hear him right?
I can feel Savi smirking in the background. Stuff him to the gills, she mouths. What the heck...I am supposed to take this man to dinner? Good, that way he can be impressed better. The man has got it by his teeth and won't let go now. A pukka glutton, he rattles off the names of his favourite dishes. And the movie followed by a music session after that! God forbid! My presence of mind, the one thing I could always bank on to rescue me out of a tight situation is on casual leave.
This man has already bundled me into a waiting auto!
TBC...
