NatUre heAls..!! (wAy to ShiV saMunDaram) ~ paRt-III

“I’m feeling puking..”
“Why?”
“There is too much suffocation..”
“Drink some water!”
(And I drank, on suggestion by 222! And after 15 minutes..)
“I can’t take this anymore.. I’m not feeling well..”
“Should I tell the driver to stop??”

“No.. I need a window seat man… It’s really suffocating..”
“Okay! Wait..”
And she is ON.. With her feminine tricks! (Here, she is 222.)
“Guys, we’ve to go back to the hostel please..” ~ 222

Everyone started asking her ~ “What happen?”

“Debo is not feeling well.. Something’s wrong with her.. So, we need to drop her out to hostel!”

I was literally wondering to kick her ass.. But then someone distracted me..

“Hey.. What’s wrong with you? You want to stop the bus and go outside for a while?” ~ CR (Relax.. CR, i.e., Classroom Representative, doesn't work on holidays!)

‘CR’ a.k.a. ‘Corporate Rishi’ is my roomie’s ‘significant other’..  Yeah.. I know it’s a bit weird about his name.. But only a true IBAian can understand the holiness behind it. He is from an entrepreneurial background, and runs his family business (of logistics). And we’re good friends & batch-mates too!

 “I’m not feeling well CR, I want a window seat..”

“Okay.. Come, sit in my place.. I’ll go there..”

Suddenly, my goodie neighbor interrupted.. “No.. Be seated.. Otherwise your GF will be aloof and bored! I think Debo really needs to get back to the hostel..”

I swear, this time I was literally raising my leg to give her a damn kick.. But again, someone spoke..

“You may relax miss. She’ll be alright. Let her get a window seat and some water. And she’ll be okay soon to travel.. Won’t you?” asked by the guy, sitting next to me. 

I was exactly thinking of something alike.. And when he said so, I got some relief.. Before moving further, let me introduce to you ‘the made for each other roomies’!

Shocked?? Made for each other roomies!!! Relax.. Shit happens..!!

Well.. There are two guys at IBA, Bangalore.. The sole two roomies who can happily live ever after.. I sometimes wonder 5W1H!!!

And then suddenly my subconscious mind pokes my conscious mind by asking ~ “Do you think there’s any better jackass than’em??” Well, I think they do SO’HAM daily… (Just kidding..!)

IBA, Bangalore is a lovely place.. Trust me guys! It’s more like a resort than any pathetic B-school.. So.. All MBA aspirants, if you wanna have ‘A home away home’ environment of a B-school. Here’s your destination.. Anyways, that’s enough marketing.. Let’s come back to my story..

'Rishtey mein toh hum tumhare Papa lagte hain.. naam hai Papa Pancholia' and ‘Ranjhor Ka Rathore’ (trust me we’ve the real version inside the campus, lol.. ) in short PP & RKR are this ‘made for each other roomies’..

Both are from MP (Madhya Pradesh). Both are single.. Ready to mingle.. Okay! That's enough..
So, thanks to Papa, I finally got my window seat.. Yaay! And none other than, it was his roomie who compromised the seat for me.. Wao! Kudos 'made for each other roomies'.. You guys are the true epitome of 'rOOmieshIp!' Let the world be inspired by you and your love and your... Aheem!

Now, on the other hand, let me tell you something amazing about feminism.. Atfirst, one gal will almost screw the other gal's happiness, and, if she cannot succeed, she will show-off how she has majorly contributed to the other gal's victory, wicked! And.. Guess what! Miss. 222 gave me a lovely wicked smile. I realized, 'Oh shit! It's again..'

"Debo.. See.. How I get you the window seat!"~222

"You?"~ I asked.

"..... If I have not told'em..."

"Okay! Thanks a lot.."

And she continued smiling, and suddenly hugged me.

I smiled back & asked, "Are you excited?"

"Verrrryy much!"

"Okay.. And.."

"And..."

"Nothing?"

"What? What nothing?"

"No.. No.. Nothing! Carry on your dancing.."

"You wanna come?"

"Not at all! I'm all set for the day!" (Am I sick to loose my window seat again!)

And she started off with her dancing on some crap songs, viz., halkat jawani, anarkali disco chali, dil mera muft ka, blah blah.

But there's something magical about her performance. I, rather we, cannot take off our eyes from her when she performs. She is a mind-blowing classical dancer and an awesome expressionist! And I love her every performance. Till now, I haven't missed out a single performance of her, and you know why? As because, I'm her cinematographer at IBA! Unpaid!

So, Papa's suggestion of having some water & 'the' window seat had really helped me for travelling further. I didn't realize when my eyes got closed.
(After some time..)
Someone was continuously patting my shoulder saying ~ "Get-up!" I unconsciously felt irritated thinking it was my rommie for sure. But when I opened my eyes, I saw a pink elephant! What...!!! Wait a sec..
I rubbed my eyes properly.. And then I saw, it's 224! Good God....
"What??? Why are you looking me like that?"~224
"I think, you must stop wearing pink clothes!" I suggested.
"Why? What's the problem? I love pink.. Pink is my favorite color!" she replied.
"Is anyone hungry here? Or, we'll order only 16 plates!" ~ Miss KFC.
"No.. Wait! I'm coming.. I'm damn hungry!"~224
"Are you coming? Or you wanna sleep all day?"~224 asked me.
"No.. Let's go!" I replied.
We get out of the traveler for the breakfast. And we saw a small hut like shop of idli-vada.. And tea ofcourse. The road was long, both-side covered with big trees and rarely some very few vehicles were passing there by. And that was the sole shop there..
"Is that an idli-vada mallu shop?"~ my roomie asked me.
"Nope.. Biriyani.. Mallu biriyani.. You want some?" I joked. (as always)
"Shut-up!"~she felt disgusted.
"Take your plate,eh.."~ Our very own Rama.
And here comes a new character in the picture. I won't disguise his name with any other term. Coz, he won't read my blog! He is all day busy doing some or the other important serious work. So there's no point poking his nose indirectly!
Rama or Rams a.k.a. Ramaswami is a tamil guy, from Chennai. A 6 ft tall (approx), thin, dark handsome personality who taught us the true meaning of humanity & humility. He always shows a pleasant, humble attitude towards everyone. And if you feel sad, go talk to him. He can be the only listener if you're in real problem. Trust me! And he'll never complain about it. Or, expect anything in return. I had a kinda experience.. During one of the college event, I fought with another guy (unintentionally) at the backstage. And, we exchanged some harsh words to each other. As a result, he left his work. And I started crying. Many were there. But nobody turned to me instantly, except Rama. And you know, when he came to me to console me, what he did? He just asked what happened.. And listened attentively. For an hour, I guess. I talked talked talked, and without loosing patience, he kept listening. And I realized, that thing automatically stopped me crying and I returned back to the work. And this ought me to say, listening heals! We all must learn the art of listening!

(to be continued.....)