Their Story: Episode 2

What episode one, http://randomthrows.blogspot.com/2009/05/their-story-episode-1.html, missed upon is that this narration is purely fictional and any co-relation to any real life incident is purely co-incidental. The characters’ names and their pen-picture are just those figments of imagination, and hereby, any semblance to a real life analog is disclaimed.

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He never thought he would find something this beautiful, of course until he saw something that was greater in its beauty than the one he thought to be the most beautiful; and how often did he realize that whenever he took is stare off the girl he thought to be the “most beautiful” he had seen until then, would his ever-so-gleaming eyes find another feisty assembly of the softest of the flesh and bones, was the commonest issue within his friend circle. Agreed, Prashant was not that kind that is often described as a mongrel, but his friends thought no better of him. Yeah, what set him apart was the childlike (not childish) notoriety in his smile, and the unforgettably shiny and perfectly shaped teeth behind that partition of black flesh. The listless stare which he threw upon the passersby and girls was the kind that could instill in you, a sense of pique, for being so heartlessly ignored. But only he knew who was ignored, actually. Karuna was not, definitely.

The idea of successfully obtaining knowledge and the dreams of a successful academic career had hardly that factor which could propel his motion towards that creepy tuition place. The usual banter with his granny was more important to him than his mathematics tuitions. That ‘jug head’ was the perfect source of entertainment you could find in a family of six, and still Prashant chose the long walk to his mundane tuition point, the SHIKSHA NIKETAN. The manor was just an underground garage sort of a place, with the perfectly counted flight of 17, and built by the school side. The ugly teacher and his ugly beard were a home to millions of mites, so Prashant thought: he had had the first hand experience. The blokes around were not the best in that trade, and given his mental ability in solving mathematics, Prashant fared considerably well. SHIKSHA NIKETAN was founded by an expelled faculty of a highly advertised coaching place; this was the kind of introduction they had received on their first day of instruction.

Karuna was not a mathematics student but the regular effeminate BIOLOGY girl. Prashant had always fancied a girlfriend, someone from the medical profession. The reason he cited was something I don’t remember, but I have my reasons. Of course, they are the girls with the best of skin textures in the town, the fairest of complexions, the silkiest of hair and the juiciest of lips. Yeah, they do not have the ideal 24-36-24, but there lies the x-factor. That extra bit of supple flesh here and there, those extra pounds are the ‘properties’ which make them all the more desirable. I wish I had someone from the medical world…oh! I love biology.

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The time of the day was reason enough for Prashant to long for Karuna. The math’s tuitions were over; the biology students were not yet available. Karuna was enrolled in the biology classes adjacent to Prashant’s cavern, and the instructor was none other than the “expelled faculty of a highly advertised coaching place’s” brother. There is this legacy thing in our place which dictates the careers of many students who feel confident enough to stay back in the town and aim for the highest of glories. If you are a mathematics teacher, your son is supposed to be a chemistry or physics or any god-damn subject you feel like fit for him teacher, and if a student needs the services of a particular faculty, he has to obtain the services of his family members, mandatorily. Karuna needed biology and English tuitions. She was not well versed in clauses and all that A.J. stuff, and so she took private tuitions from A.J.

Autumn meant the school calendar listed the pooja-vacations and the only time of the day he could see Karuna was during the interval between her tuitions. Prashant had his tuitions from 3:00pm-5:00pm, Karuna’s first one commenced on 4:00pm in the day and the next on 5:30pm. That half an hour was the reason Prashant used to take the long walk to SHIKSHA NIKETAN. The tenderness in her gait, the soft of her air, the blush in her cheeks (remember, the extra bit of supple flesh)…all were the best things in the world for Prashant. Karuna was not the most beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm, just like Prashant (citations: Gone with the Wind). She was the most beautiful phenomenon he had ever seen, not because it actually was, but because his eyes could not move forward from her visage, to find anything that could compare with the __________________ (put in some clichéd expressions) of her eyes. He never saw beyond her eyes. They were serene, and this is one quality that cannot enter the comparative domains of description. Yes, her eyes were her best feature. (Personally, I thought her lips, though.)

The chill in the day, (goof ups: the first episode mentioned “…was amazed at his audacity to sleep in this heat” after mentioning the autumn), could not deter him from waiting for her, all alone. He knew it would be difficult, those minutes before he could catch her frame.

The story is not in a stage wherein the emotions have been shared. Prashant was still waiting, and his wait ends in the much awaited episode 3. Continue reading and posting comments, friends.