Mother Slumber n Professor Em

 

     I was never a “topper” in my class when I saw through my Post Graduates session, but I managed to scrape through… The four seasons that it had me tied down, were interesting for sure, at times happy at others sad… eventful to say the least, but there were times when mother slumber took over at the weirdest of times… in one such session, I badly wanted to sleep through the lecture of one of the most senior lecturers of not just our department but of the university, I fondly call him Professor Em ( short for Emeritus), over 76 (then) if I rightly remember him  telling us, and he had been teaching for over 26 years then…he was cute as a grand dad, had he been that to me, I would have probably adored him, but, he still kept teaching, a talent he had long lost…

     However to give him due credit, he made some excellent transparencies and  just one transparency slide with excellent drawings would explain the most complicated of cellular mechanisms or molecular interactions with great ease and lucidity… If we were to weigh the information in each transparency vis- a- vis the marks it would fetch, I could swear that there were some that were sufficient to answer a complete 12  marks question… The transparencies were so informative that we sometimes felt, that if he would just put up a transparency on the projector, wait for ten odd minutes and then put the next one, we would be better off, than actually listening to his explanation…but it was what we felt, not what could be worked out... He had taught the Director of our School and probably, our Director took special pride n pleasure in seeing every batch in our department through the same torture…

The following is a prosaic  poem of sorts, I penned while, I was battling sleep in an early morning lecture of his, ( a look around the class, told me that so were most others) in fact this was all I could do to keep my eye lids from drooping completely…  I hope you can see the session un-fold through my half open eyes, in this thingy, that I would like to call a poem…

    

Again the lecture draws into a bore,

and the best of them, Sir Emeritus;

with his loud mouthed drawl,

knocks us in and out of a sleepy stroll…

 

Mother Slumber Beckons one more time,

But, Respected Sir, doesn’t give her beckoning a dime;

(And) on he goes and on and on…

with his sermon on plasma membrane

and the molecules that go up and down the drain…

 

“Something”, he says, “is mighty rare”

and the other one, is what, you’ll really find there…

For all this crap, the hell do I care,

But that is what is today’s fare…

and side step it!!! I dare not dare…

 

Thanks to God, he looks at his watch…

and there goes the transparency of the visible notch,,,

But my joy is too premature for it to last,

as another one is put up to watch…

as he goes into more confusing hotch potch…

 

“Another Mechanism”, words that I randomly catch,

as my eye-lids at a fast tempo bat…

“The last part”…such sweet chimes do ring at last…

much abated, my heart skips a beat fast…

 

“Details later”, he says in the end,

Exactly at the moment, my mind is no more ready to bend…

We must congratulate Sir Em, for one thing, after all,

Perfect timing, which is missing in most who teach  for so long…

 

The_Word.

Just another Break up Story…

    
     Well, my dear one, to be honest with you, love and emotions akin are not un-charted territory for me… I’ve treaded these paths before and yet, this time, with you, its so completely different… even I cant explain or even try to fathom the length and girth of all the millions of emotions and zillions of thoughts that are crowding in the heart or probably its the mind…(coz the heart is biologically just a pumping organ its the mind that thinks… emotes- there the biologist and the writer in me struggle once again to reach optimum ground… chuck that…)
There is… there is this changeling feeling… within me… a feeling that never was, ever before… and that’s why… am afraid… worried, that if things don’t go as intended… if I cant keep this promise due to others made before… baby, don’t get involved, don’t get attached… coz if I can’t keep my word to you, I’ll fall apart…
 
...this is the gist of what Aaryan had read out to Pakhee in a cubby hole of a cabin at an internet cafe in the heart of the city where they were pursuing their post graduate degrees. A very odd place for a date but like someone once said, the best date is: ANY Place, ANY Time, just me and her… Probably those words held true here more than any place else… That was one of the few spots that afforded them the privacy, couples like themselves craved for in the bustling city... away from the eyes of their peers and the passers-by who were completely unrelated and yet thoroughly interested in such going ons… exactly the atmosphere in a typical developing Indian city...
     She'd smiled, a smile that let out very little… she'd gone on to praise his writing style... "It’s almost like poetry...” she'd said and like any conceited budding writer, he'd basked in the glory... His words had taken effect he'd felt... as she wrapped him in a tight hug..."I love you… whatever happens...” she said... and he probably wondered if she really meant it…
      Whether it was real keen concern on his part  for the girl he so loved or was it just the tact of a sly fox who wanted to feast on the sheep and not be blamed for it, is an emotion I couldn’t fathom. But he seemed to be contented with the result... was it an expression of care for the girl in his arms... deep care and a relief that he had conveyed his feelings to her or was it just the complacence of a hunter who knew that the hunted had taken bait... it was very difficult to surmise.
     It was nearly 9 months since and both of them were sitting in a secluded cafe not very far away from the cubby hole, it was the end of the term and also of their PG final exams... it was time to go back to their respective worlds… Worlds they had left behind nearly two years ago, back in their own cities... and made one of their own making… Their world was coming to an end and both knew it. It probably could have been otherwise, it could have been a new beginning if only they would have chosen to make it that way… but...
     The cubby hole and their conversation 9months ago, flashed across his mind… life had taken a complete circle... "I don’t love you…" she’d just told him... "I mean I do love you... just not LOVE… LOVE...", she added stressing on the 'LOVE' conveying what she intended... he had smiled... an enigmatic smile, he felt, which would not let on what thoughts were coursing his mind at that pin point in time...
     He spoke nothing for a few moments, just studying her as she sat across the table, his gaze giving out nothing... at least he hoped nothing of the crazed thoughts that coursed through his mind... and he seemed to have the effect he expected..
     They had been together for the past- nearly a year; his thoughts went back to the night when he was sitting comfortably in the Volvo heading back home; he'd covered nearly 2hours of the 11 hour journey back home, it was his birthday the following day and he'd planned to spend it with his family... laid back comfortably in his seat listening to Raven crooning 'You are my Angel, my Darling Angel...' when his mobile buzzed in his jeans pocket… not expecting any one to disturb his peaceful slumber then… irritably he fished it out and his mood changed.. "Tell me, my Angel… wassup?" he said answering the call… after the initial discomfort, the mandatory sweet talk in fledgling relationships, Pakhee'd said in that sweet sing song dis-heartened voice, "Oh… you are going home for your birthday…" she had paused a bit and then continued…"I'd thought..." and her voice had strayed off as if distraught... just the kind of thing to weave yarns around a guy's heart… his heart skipped a beat, "Want me to come back?" he'd asked and she'd replied in the same unsure voice, "will you?"… The network had gone bad just then and the conversation had come to a halt. He'd gotten down at the next stop and traversed the 2 hours back to meet her in a bumpy State transport bus… 'RED BOX' or ‘Lal Dabba’ as it was popularly called... that was what it was indeed… a motorised red box..
     The next day they'd met in the same place, they were sitting now; it had been her idea, “None of our friends go there", she'd said. It was one of their very first dates and they were taking the kind of care a pair would want to, on those first few times... surprisingly, both of them had taken the same precaution all throughout after that… probably both of them didn’t really want to make their charades, public..
     They'd spent his birthday hopping from one joint to another, talking; giggling looking into each other’s eyes, just looking… sitting behind him, on the bike, she'd just started clinging to him closely… they had started exploring the closeness…
     He’d felt a guilt pang when he'd phoned back home and informed that he wouldn’t be able to come coz his college hadn’t permitted the leave... and that pang of guilt shot painfully back again, as he sat in the very same seat once again, today…watching her wringing her fingers in un-ease, her hand moving to her hair putting into place an invisible strand, her face wrought in a sheepish expectant half smile.. "Remember"... she continued, “you were the one who had asked me not to get involved..."
     '…So even she remembers it... and she is using it to her own benefit now...' He smiled inwardly to himself. (This was another time I couldn’t fathom the intent of the character’s emotion… There are some things the characters like to hide even from their creators…) She braced herself, her hand moved  swift but unsure, across the table touching his, "say something", his expression remained unchanged for another- long moment , thinking to himself...'Why did she want to say this now... especially when just yesterday...'
     They had been snogging at his place when his roomie had left the apartment to facilitate their private rezendevous… In his bed, wrapped in each other’s arms; she'd asked him helplessly, "Aaryan, what will be of us?” He’d whispered into her ears, “I’ll do anything in my power to keep us together. But if it doesn’t work... promise me you'll move on...” She had said nothing for a never ending moment her face buried in his chest... then she'd whispered back, “I will...". Even then, his suggestion for her to move on… had left me surprised… was it the sacrifice of an honest lover…or was it the sly fox looking out for a safe exit, again...
     ‘...why after all that??'… He questioned himself... all in his mind of course... those few seconds saw a million emotions flashing through his mind... (probably the sly fox did rejoice in the easy -no pain- escape. Probably he didn’t…) …for less than a fraction of a second his face contorted into what could have been defined as pain, anger, devilish joy any of those banal emotions or a combination of them… but his face was back to the same steadfast smile as his mind raced back once again to days before they really got to being together…
     They had started off being thrown together during the early days of their college when the seniors went around with their timbered down version of what is now a days socially abhorred and legally incriminating -ragging-… Authorised by the Director of the School, the seniors got an opportunity to, 'interact with the freshers… as the Director had himself put it in his introductory address...
     Being the most rebellious and the most active in the batch they had been thrown together… he remembered when the seniors had asked them to role-play... she was to sell vegetables and he was to buy them. Stupid as it seemed, he'd had fun with this trendy vegetable vendor wanting to sell him soya beans n French beans… "Since when did vegetable vendors start selling soya beans", he'd chided her and from then on he'd had her nick named soya bean...
     His smile widened as he sat across her and this confused her further… quite unsure of what was going on behind those twinkling eyes... for a moment she felt a pulse searing pain in her mind... ‘Had she done the right thing???’ She started thinking... ‘Had it been really necessary say, what she had??? They'd probably just have drifted apart naturally and…’, she felt an urge to cry, which she gulped down…
     But he still refused to respond... 'Has he lost it!!!', she questioned herself… while his mind drifted to the time when one of the imbeciles -the seniors- had asked if any of the freshers knew the nursery rhyme-Old Mac Donald... and as was the fate's decree, it had only been these two who'd remembered it… since he'd started calling her Soya Bean, she'd been a bit put off with his overtures and she came over standing very stiffly next to him as they started humming the rhyme but with all the animals on the farm and his charming effervescence…he had overcome all the stiffness by the time they ended their out of tune rhyme.
     They had gone through a large part of the first year, just this way; getting at each other’s nerves sometimes, and yet surprisingly, working perfectly in sync when teamed up. He smiled on as he remembered how they had been purposefully teamed together by their class mates during practicals, for such things don't really go unnoticed. A cat can drink all the milk she wants with it’s eyes closed but others do see it. Always getting on each other's nerves they made a splendid team, always complimenting each other's skills.
      Then again he remembered the time when their class forced them to anchor the farewell party; towards the end of their first year. By then, thanks to the peer pressure and to themselves; they had this very explosive love hate relationship on…
     Memories of the day when most of his class had gathered up at his place… The girls had occupied the living room to put together a dance while the love birds were holed up in Aaryan’s bed room with two of their class mates to get about scripting the anchor's lines... but what ensued among the guys was more of a banter... picking at each other, passing vulgar comments on the chics, while she listened on sitting as if she didn’t exist there. In the midst of it Aaryan happened to make a naughty pass at Pakhee, she screamed and ran after him… both of them ran around the house shouting after each other… taking some of the girls in the living room by surprise; disturbing their formations and creating a ruckus. Annoyed and amused, Monica the choreographer and one of Aaryan's closest chums in the class spiked out, "Love birds…I thought you were working on your script…” Coy and annoyed Pakhee went into Aaryan's room, he followed in and his friends moved out at the same time… "You two stop bugging around and do some productive work", Raj said aloud in mock sternness and "let us enjoy the chics grooving", he added in a whisper as he moved past Aaryan, out of the door.
     Back inside, Aaryan ever ready with his flair for language, quick scripted a few opening lines while Pakhee put on a fake sulk. "Let’s try them out", she suggested after a bit and both of them stood up for rehearsing, as if on stage… Still acting annoyed from the teasing, she was her uptight self as she stood next to him. Looking at her lithe frame slightly shame faced but not un-amused Aaryan said, "Did you take it very bad...erm... the teasing..." Putting his hand across her shoulder..."I am sorry"… he added. Suddenly she clung to him, holding him tight..."no"... is all she uttered…as he held her tighter… for a few moments long or short they didn’t know, coz it felt like eternity...
     Suddenly, jolted back to reality exactly like they were jolted back in those unending moments, when a titter broke off in the living room… Aaryan said..."yes, you are right... I did ask you to not get involved…” She smiled uncomfortably, "I didnt say I didnt love you…It’s just not LOVE… LOVE…" she repeated the expression... "I mean... I dont know what I mean..." she went on... His smile beamed on, obviously relishing her discomfort, "I know what you mean", he said after a moment's pause...
-A short story by -The Word-
 
I care for you,
I like you too…
And that is why, I cant Lie to you…
Oh!…Baby dont love me…
 
Coz all it will do,
is hur~t you..
Oh!.. Baby dont love me…
 
We will play and go astray…
We will make love…just all the day…
But… Oh!… Baby dont love me…
 
Its not just lust…
There’s a lot of trust…
n that’s why I say…
Oh!… Baby dont love me….

 
Author's note- The above short story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone/ any place or any incidents alive or dead is purely coincidential...