Varun is twisting the arms of Gohil and he just cant help but aquiesce to the malafide intentions of hurting him more. It starts with fun, gigles and laughters but they all dont end with the same. Masks of self righteousness, Garbs of being a confidante and white feathers of innocent emotions are fancy toys for some. I am not different and neither ashamed of being tricked and mesmerised with the one. Its an objective environment and here we are stabbing the ones we shower the flowers and that too right on the face. Ouch!!! Did it hurt. I guess when this facade of 'hi and bye' types ends we are faced with the mirror.
Not a single individual has the capacity to act life long. The basic personality has to come up. Good, Bad or Ugly its up to your well wishers have to decide but i am anonymous. Though i have a name and vegetate like anyone else but this has to happen.. cmon' i m not the 'x types'. You cant just act through the life no one can do that. See all those teenage vampire stories; fancy though; might tickle the bone, cant hide. Wolverine cant hide it. Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jackal cant do it. It has to show some day thats the truth.
So Gohil shouts between the bursts of laughter and asks Varun to stop now. Varun, by the way, is a sadist. Not the extreme case but is an amateur. So he twiches his neck, it makes a nerdy sound, and tries to go to the next level. Initial situation suggests that this emaciated and thin frame of Gohil is submissive and actually is enjoying the punishment. And it happens... i hear some thing, some voice, like that of breaking of ceramic plates or plaster or muffled voice of acute pain. As if that shrill shout is mitigated with a cover of hand. Gohil got his arm joint twisted and misplaced, though its not broken we later found that.
In the next microsecond, there was a flash of his right hand on the face fo Varun. I remember very vividly that i head a thud and splash of blood from the plump cheeks of Varun. He had by then devastated the very fair and fluffy cheeks of Varun, which he thought was his usp for ultimate seducation which is 'acute' observation of his gf.
We all were stunned for a moment and then i look a lavish bite on my aloo ki kachori and took care to munch the extra sauce and sour-salty-finely cut salad garnish with it. It tasted heaven, i remember, that time. Then i saw other guys rushing for the help for both gohil and varun. I was wanted there but my mouth was filled completely so i used the 600 ml nimbu sauda gulp to wash the juices through my tounge for extra delight. When i was satiated, i stood up from my place and went closer to take a scrutiny of their fresh wounds, i almost started with a smile and then i chocked myself with intermittent coughs. It was hilarious.
A voilent streak had accosted Gohil and that resulted in the face-off of varun with the devil himself. Later they all got washed up and fixed late in the evening. In the morning we were studying Nuclear Reactor and the afternoon ended with a fluid Mechanics lab. A few days later it wasnt worth while to discuss even because it became boring. Though Varun's usp was disadvantaged in the process. With a scar on his face he was still cute to his gf. Gohil identified himself with a new found image of 'fun within a limit type of a guy'.
And i was still very intersted in the same aloo ki kachori and aunti soda to rinse by mouth with!
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