Oru Kuda Kallante Katha-- The Story of an Umbrella Thief...He He

First the disclaimer: This post targets to make a dig at a friend of mine who is hesitating to return the umbrella that he borrowed from me almost a week back, under the pretext that the rain goddess has gone into sound slumber. This post was basically a challenge he posed. He would not have expected me to be crazy enough to actually make a post on this. Well here goes a small dedication to him. No names will be taken. If anyone makes out the protagonist, well bad luck dear 'kuda kallan'. ;)

It was something that happened this afternoon. I was on my way back from the Faculty block and it was drizzling. I waited at the lounge hoping the rains would subside. But there are limits to the length of time you can invest in such despondent waits. Since there was very little probability of the rain goddess rushing for a noon nap, I decided to venture out into the rains.

I had not walked far, when I saw a funny figure approaching, with his umbrella held so low, as if to cover the face. His face was tucked in safe and secure under the umbrella. The purpose was so conspicuous and the umbrella looked so familiar. It felt as if that was the same umbrella tagged by me. But how could I peep in and check if it was the same 'kuda kallan' ? What if it was not him? I would have paved way for myself getting entangled in some deeply embarrasing moments. So I decided to bury the idea for the time being and paced ahead.

When this umbrella headed figure was within a feet's distance, I noticed his gorgeous 'forty'(I wanted to put sixty, but he being an Electrical Engineer insisted that it was only forty) watt smile. He lifted the hood of the umbrella and smiled such a vulgarly innocent(again he insisted it was innocent, but I disagree) smile, like a bride whose veil had been lifted and went on to say, " It is raining only lightly now. Walk briskly to the mess before it starts pouring down heavily". Such a caring soul! I felt like falling at his feet and taking the yogi to be's blessings, that kind a soul he is. And then he went on even more innocently, " I have the laptop in my bag. Cannot return the umbrella now. Do not worry. I will return it." I could calculate the chances of utterance of those last two sentences even before they were actually spoken by the aspiring yogi, because I was hearing it for the thousandth odd time I guess.

Now when will he return it? Will he ever return it? Anybody interested in calculating probabilities and conditional probabilities, given, he has his exams starting from this Friday and he is too busy with his project submissions until then? Too many conditions being there, this is obviously going to be an arduous task. Anyways you can try. If you get a good chance, do let me know. I can atleast hope to see my umbrella one last time before the season glides by.

And @'kuda kallan', no offenses meant. I just wanted to share a funny incident with my friends here. This was not meant to demean you by any means 'kuda 'kalla'. I actually wish I had a pic of yours in the umbrella headed form. Mera bus chalta toh I would have put down that too over here. I liked your trick, but better return the umbrella, else I will dedicate all my forthcoming posts to you 'kuda kalla'. :D

My First LOve....

I recognized that he was my first love when I parted with him the first time. I realized the depth of our love when I started feeling lonely in my room, only because he was not around. I even miss the silence that often worked wonders for us. When I think of him I can still feel his fingers onto which I clutched on every another moment I was gripped by the slightest feeling of insecurity. I always thought we were so inseparable, but look what time has done, I am miles and miles away from him but still my mind has no space or time for any foreign thoughts. I am all his, completely.

Every time I get back to my room after class I am reminded of him. But what do I do? Sometimes I feel he is least bothered. But then, I know that he loves me more than I love him. But the poor thing always falls short of words while expressing his love. I am sure he misses me more than I miss him, but again he hesitates to tell me how much, or is it because he cannot?

The softness in his glance still lingers in my heart. The warmth of his hug used to keep me warm even through the most harsh of seasons. He cared so much and sometimes I even forgot to acknowledge or even thank him for his steady attention and affection. Still his love was always so unconditional. Sometimes I wonder how I could be so cruel. And today when I know his worth I cannot even tell him how much I miss him, how madly I love him. Why did God choose to separate the two of us, of all his creations. The pangs of separation would have almost killed me.

But God has never been that cruel after all. It was only a day back that I found my second love, a new pink chubby little teddy bear. Though smaller in size than my first one, he gives me equally good company. I am getting adapted to my new teddy bear now. Now for all those people who were expecting the curtains to go down on a mushy love story, and a new one to blossom, I was simply playing around because I had nothing better to do. A thousand thanks for the patient reading. A line below you will find the comments column where you are welcome to vent your deepest aroused emotions. ;)

Breathing Free Again :)

My first set of mid term exams finished today. A week back I was pretty tensed about them, I had absolutely no idea about how they would be. Lo and it is all over and I am once more ready for the classroom toil.

The first thing I did after today's exam was well, grab some snacks. One week of compromise on food had bothered me a lot. He he... Then I went on a long stroll all around the campus. Got to breath some fresh air almost after a long week of struggle and war. It felt good to walk in solitude, all of a sudden. Anyways my Mom down there in Thrissur gave me company. We were discussing over the phone serious stuff that we had missed out on, this week, due to my exam schedules, of course. I think I am updated about almost everything that is happening there now, even better than our Raju in the neighborhood. Well there's no one by the name of Raju in my neighborhood,it is just an imaginary name I frequently used for the 'Use in Sentence' section of Language exams in school.

Hmm...about Mom's company, it feels so good to speak to her for long long hours. Guess she's ma bessssst friend. She never gets bored listening to my trash conversation. In fact she keeps asking me 'What else?' even after my silly prate drains out. Sometimes I wonder how mothers could be so sweet and kind. No matter how bored, she does not ask me to hang up and go to sleep. Or maybe she never gets bored listening to her darling kids. We talked so much today, I got my battery fully recharged, it had drained out almost completely towards the closing ceremony of the mid terms. Her voice felt like music to my ears coz I was in a real joyous mood after the exams. I am sure she was more than happy to hear my happy tone. I did not even notice my strolling speed. It took me just half an hour to go around the whole vast campus today.

And ya another person who gives me similar constant company and calls me daily is my sweet friend Sreedevi. I often end up scolding her for wasting so much money on me. She is the one who updates me on what's happening in Namma Chennai. That is another great relation where ego has played no dirty games ever. We chatter a lot, shout at each other, have funny tiffs once in a while and that is what makes our relation so special. I never think twice before dialing her up, coz I know she would always be ready to listen. When the going gets tough and when you are real far away from home, these closest friends are the greatest solace.

Oh, look where I began and which island have I stopped at now. Again the meandering thoughts, and I have once again strayed away from my topic. Anyways it feels good to put down a few words here. So I am not going to do any editing. For the readers who are pissed off reading my silly posts , 'I am not really very sorry, coz I am here to vent my random thoughts'. But do come back to read my next post and post your worthy comments. ;)