5B (RMS 2)

Ninaithu Ninaithu Parthen, Nerungi Arugil..
Hello!
Lady Voice : Vanakkam! Idhu airtel vazhangum Hello tune vadikayalar sevai...
Dei Aandhai, sollu da....aamam da....offer letter vanduduchu....
( Tamizhil vivaram ariya en onre azhuthavum..)
Software company da!!.... just 6lpa da!!.....(thillu mullu thillu mullu)
(For English, press 2, hindi mein jaankari key liye...)
Idukkelama treat kudupanga!!!...small matter da....innum neraya plan panniyiruken...
(To speak to our customer care executive, press 9)
aamam da...mudal masa sambaluthala ezhai kuzhandagaluku help pannalamnu iruken, adan da poor kids u see.....
illa da..kasu varum pogum... irukumboda mathavangaluku help pannalana life eh waste da!!!!!

SOME 10 to 15 MINUTES EARLIER
He was in the first seat adjacent to the front door.. the seat for the old and handicapped people..but he didn’t care... he had to get to mylapore in fifteen minutes... he made a silent prayer..then he looked around.... the bus was partially filled , but no one worth seeing was there..no means of timepass too...Ah, by god’s grace a man with a blue shirt and an even darker blue pants took the driver’s seat. A wave of relief went through him. “Ticket, Ticket “, a voice came blaring into his ears. “Oru mylapore tank kudunga”. “6.50 chillaraya kodu..illana irangu”. After buying his ticket with the appropriate ‘chillarai’, he diverted his attention to the window in a weak attempt to see some girls . The bus sped through Mount Road. He saw the beggars as the bus stopped for a signal. He could clearly see Chennai as an unclean, polluted city with poverty and indecency all over in the roads. A sense of dislike crept into him. He looked at a group of girls who stood in the Saidapet bus stop. He looked smart, quite handsome, but had always tasted mud with girls. His friends teased him all the way, but his continuous valiant efforts had ended in ruins every single time. A perfect Mohammed Ghajini.

The bus took the turn near Raj Bhavan, the governer’s palace. He remembered his days as Chairman. All those promises, the election and then one year full of power. He had enjoyed that. He saw a rickshaw pass by. Cha, still people pulling people for money. He couldn’t digest the fact that he was living in such a community. Dislike grew inside him like a creeper. The bus waltzed through Anna University and IIT. He started moving back. What days he had had then.. All the hostel life..All the fun...All the girls..He hadn’t changed much. Actually he hadn’t changed at all.. Two years of work and now back in Chennai..Nothing had changed... the Ghajini inside him was still well fed and alive.

The bus came to a screeching halt. He turned to see Malar Hospital. As he turned, he caught his breath, which he rarely did even when he had delivered those scorching yorkers. He was wonderstruck and speechless. It was as though a million implosions were taking place inside him. He had lost his soul, heart and everything. Yet again. His gaze never left her and when their eyes met as she climbed up the stairs, she was taken aback by his gaze, blushed and looked away. And as she blushed, his heart was flushed with droplets of love and.....(enakkena erkaneve pirandaval ivalo........). She walked up and stood next to him. Near the first seat adjacent to the front door. Ya, the same seat. He couldn’t believe that there could be such a girl was there all this time unknown to him. She was so graceful, skin as white as an a4 sheet paper, and in that pink chudidhar, well, he had no words to describe. He had never believed in Love at first Sight. But all that was shattered now, as the goddess of love conquered him inch by inch and had left him paralysed.

“Koncham inda bag a vechika mudiyuma?”. He was lost in her words as his hands moved out of his control to take the bag from her.”Mandaveliku oru ticket kudunga”. He had always been a fan of Shreya Ghosal’s voice till then, but now it would have sounded like a crow with whooping cough to him. He had heard the sweetest voice ever. Mandaveli was fast approaching. He regretted not having a bike now. He would have kept it in front of the bus and stopped it like that old tamil film . ( Mounaraagam Kartik and Revati BGM).

He could smell sandal and jasmine. He wondered where it was coming from and saw the river Cooum flowing with its wide span decorating the city of Chennai. What a sight it was! He had never appreciated the beauty of the magnificient river before. And the way it smelt. Awesome!.. It adorned Chennai, embracing it like a diamond necklace. What a city Chennai was!..Even rome was made beautiful by Michaelangelo and others.. but Chennai was a natural beauty.. Truly Singara Chennai...It had the best looking girl the universe had ever seen. The creeper inside him was pulled out by it’s roots and cut into shreds.

Ninaithu Ninaithu Parthen, Nerungi Arugil.. His phone rung aloud..
Hello!
Lady Voice : Vanakkam! Idhu airtel vazhangum Hello tune vadikayalar sevai...
Dei Aandhai, sollu da....aamam da....offer letter vanduduchu.... (thillu mullu thillu mullu)
( Tamizhil vivaram ariya en onrai azhuthavum..)
Software company da!!.... just 6lpa da!!.....(thillu mullu thillu mullu)
She looked at him and smiled. He was left speechless already, but he was made dumb completely now.
(For English, press 2, hindi mein jaankari key liye...)
Idukkelama treat kudupanga!!!...small matter da....innum neraya plan panniyiruken...
(To speak to our customer care executive, press 9)
aamam da...mudal masa sambaluthala ezhai kuzhandagaluku help pannalamnu iruken, adan da poor kids u see.....
illa da..kasu varum pogum... irukumboda mathavangaluku help pannalana life eh waste da!!!!! (thillu mullu thillu mullu)

He turned and looked at her for any response to that. She was gone. With an aching heart, he looked out of the window to see Mandaveli Bus Terminus. Even the terminus looked like a fully blossomed garden. All the buses looked like fresh lotuses... and lot more....He cursed himself for his own impressing tactics with the Airtel Lady, but then his eyes fell on the piece of leather that he still had in his hand. He had left her bag with him. (enakkena erkaneve pirandaval ivalo........repeat)

As the bus picked pace, he moved at the speed of light, maybe faster, and jumped out of the bus. His eyes wandered in all directions in search of her. And finally he did find her walking towards Devanathan street. “Bag ah kuduthutu oru coffee ku koopidanum. Coffee day pakathula than iruku.. De over da...kalakara...thank u god!!”, he thought to himself. He took pace and ran tracing her steps. “madam, unga bag”. She didn’t seem to have heard that as she kept continuing. “Madam, wait pannunga. Unga Bag Maranduteenga”. No response still. He couldn’t understand her reaction and gave a last try. “ unga hand bag. Hey Pink Chudidhar”. He might have just crossed the limit but to no gain. She just didn’t mind the voice it seemed. He caught up with her and tapped her shoulder. “ Madam, unga bag ah busliye maranduteenga”. She turned back and was astonished to see him again. Her expression changed to a one with surprise and thankfulness as her eyes fell on her bag. She took the bag from him, opened it and took out a white instrument and plugged it to her ears. When she blushed this time, his heart was flushed yet again, but not with droplets of love. It felt like an earthquake was coming down upon him and the epicentre at his heart. “ Thanks a lot. Idula than en aid , en purse ellame irundudu.. Miss pannirundenna would have been a big problem....Thank u very much...... I dunno how to say thanks.... Inga oru coffee day iruku...come i’ll buy you a coffee.. pls....don’t say no”...

“Illa sister, no no... Edukku Coffee ellam.....Paravaillai...its cool, sister.....U cary on, sister... Enaku konjam vela iruku, sister, bye”. (Thenpaandi seemayile, therodum veediyile..) He had never thought he would say that. As he turned back, there was no sandal, no jasmine, he could see the beggars and the rickshaws back on the street.

The creeper gave roots again. Burp!! Ghajini had another sumptuous meal............

(SORRY for the non-tamil population....Also this proves that I know more about Chennai than just Nandanam Signal)