Thursday, May 18, 2006
It all began when ... (part 2)
Sid's place seemed like a nice place to hang out at in the afternoons. He was living in a kinda big place for a student. It was an independent house, with an open terrace in shivaji housing colony in shivajinagar. Coming from mumbai, that much of space is like a mansion. It had a small verandah in front, which suited the smokers very well. Sid was not into smoking, and his house had his rules. So i was perched outside blowing smoke rings, while mithil was inside all alone. That was the way he preferred it at the time, or maybe we preferred it, cannot be sure. Sid had gone out to pick up a friend of his who had arrived in pune a couple of days ago. He was a friend of siddharth from his junior college days, who was coming in pune to take admission in B.C.S. That was a bit amusing for me , cos where I was looking for a way out, this dude was looking for a way in.
Sid arrived shortly, with his new accomplice. The guy must have been all of 40 kgs and about 5'8. And to complete the look he was wearing glasses. He looked around everything and everybody as he was about to charge at it with full force. He was going to put up with sid for a while.Not another nerd, I thought. Well, I already had quite a few around, more of them would only mean lesser of the fairer sex around.
Introductions were made and I found his name to be dhaval. He didn't talk much , which worked just as well.
We all had lunch later, the kind a student could afford in the city those days. We all returned home as it was too hot and sight seeing for the new guy could be done later. As soon as we came in, dhaval pulled a copy of "The Godfather" and perched himself in a chair. I tried to look into what he was reading, but as soon i got close, i got the same bulls on parade look. I thought for about a second whether to return the compliment, but the heavy lunch took over and i walked back.
Mithil had found himself a corner and his harmonica (mouth organ as I preffered to call it). He started to blow into it, and it made weird noises (add sholay tune desc later). Dhaval looked up from his book again, but mithil seemed oblivious. After some more satanic noises, sid, who had been cleaning up all this while, as was the case whenever we came back into the house, curtly asked him to stop playing or leave the room. Sid had a way with mithil. Usually, anyone else would have just barked a profanity at mithil. But sid made it sound like it was two choices he had, and he could have any one which must have made him feel like a king. He briefly took the harmonica away from his mouth and walked away to the other room. Sid turned on his computer, another reason I used to hang out at his place. The comp had Brian Lara's cricket 95
installed on it which was pretty much fun to play at that time.(add no running, boundaries only rule later). To use the machine for some college work seemed futile. Sid started the comp and asked if i wanted to join in. I agreed to the choice, given I had nothing else to do. I told him I would be with him after a smoke, which was just about the time it would take the 486 machine to load windows 95 at that time.
As i walked out the house for the smoke, I wondered about the three guys in the house. They were friends for 3 years, and were meeting each other after a long time. Yet there seemed to be no love lost between them. The were in the same house, and yet could have been in three different worlds altogether. Anways, I could not care less, I was just a good accquiantnace at the time and had too much on my mind to bother with. If I had known then what i knew now, I would have dropped the cigarrete and ran and never looked back. But I finished my smoke and went back in to play Brian Lara's Cricket 95.
Sid arrived shortly, with his new accomplice. The guy must have been all of 40 kgs and about 5'8. And to complete the look he was wearing glasses. He looked around everything and everybody as he was about to charge at it with full force. He was going to put up with sid for a while.Not another nerd, I thought. Well, I already had quite a few around, more of them would only mean lesser of the fairer sex around.
Introductions were made and I found his name to be dhaval. He didn't talk much , which worked just as well.
We all had lunch later, the kind a student could afford in the city those days. We all returned home as it was too hot and sight seeing for the new guy could be done later. As soon as we came in, dhaval pulled a copy of "The Godfather" and perched himself in a chair. I tried to look into what he was reading, but as soon i got close, i got the same bulls on parade look. I thought for about a second whether to return the compliment, but the heavy lunch took over and i walked back.
Mithil had found himself a corner and his harmonica (mouth organ as I preffered to call it). He started to blow into it, and it made weird noises (add sholay tune desc later). Dhaval looked up from his book again, but mithil seemed oblivious. After some more satanic noises, sid, who had been cleaning up all this while, as was the case whenever we came back into the house, curtly asked him to stop playing or leave the room. Sid had a way with mithil. Usually, anyone else would have just barked a profanity at mithil. But sid made it sound like it was two choices he had, and he could have any one which must have made him feel like a king. He briefly took the harmonica away from his mouth and walked away to the other room. Sid turned on his computer, another reason I used to hang out at his place. The comp had Brian Lara's cricket 95
installed on it which was pretty much fun to play at that time.(add no running, boundaries only rule later). To use the machine for some college work seemed futile. Sid started the comp and asked if i wanted to join in. I agreed to the choice, given I had nothing else to do. I told him I would be with him after a smoke, which was just about the time it would take the 486 machine to load windows 95 at that time.
As i walked out the house for the smoke, I wondered about the three guys in the house. They were friends for 3 years, and were meeting each other after a long time. Yet there seemed to be no love lost between them. The were in the same house, and yet could have been in three different worlds altogether. Anways, I could not care less, I was just a good accquiantnace at the time and had too much on my mind to bother with. If I had known then what i knew now, I would have dropped the cigarrete and ran and never looked back. But I finished my smoke and went back in to play Brian Lara's Cricket 95.
