The Ringside View

My attempts at writing have always been stacked up in old diaries and scraps of yellowing paper.Time,neglect and phylum insecta however, always ensured that the gibberish i scrawled, never would see the prying gaze of an alien eye.Years later, i still scribble once in a while - this time in word documents stored in some obscure folder somewhere in the innards of my C drive.I am unearthing some of them and opening them up for the interested.To get what i call - The Ringside view.

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Thursday, June 04, 2009

What dumbness

Mount Carmel in our days was what Jerusalem is to a Jew. It was holy land. It was where every woman was pretty and every second woman a Miss India contestant. Or so the legend said. It was where beauty met brains and if the girls looked down upon the rest of humanity, it was considered slightly arrogant but yet appropriate. And when ‘Cul-ah’ (the ah we always thought was orgasmic, but let us not digress here) happened, the best of men in the best of clothes lined up in serpentine queues to get into the forbidden land. Come to think of it, it could only have been the male libido which could have braved pesky policemen, the occasional swing of the lathi and the almost disappearing self esteem to still stand there and hope for utopia.

Anyways, we went there with the best intentions to participate (however believable that is). And at the coffee table yesterday, we were talking team names, which is why I am writing this in the first place. Dumb Charades was one of those big ticket events. Suri, KB and Paaps formed the triumvirate while me and Seige preferred watching from the sidelines and every now and then gaily suggesting ‘What dumbness I say’.

The boys had practised for god knows how long. They had almost ceased talking. Even words like ubiquitous and preposterous were being enacted and cracked. Secret cheat codes were practised. The mid night oil was being burned. Anyways, there the boys were finally – on stage. The moment of reckoning had come. A smart looking girl who was organizing the event called the team on stage and asked one of the team members to go register the team name. Paaps was obvious choice to be sent as envoy with team name. He strides up to the three pretty women in the ‘spotters’ panel and registers - ‘Two plates idly with extra sambar’. The girls giggle. And then recomposing themselves in full MCC demeanour blurts back – ‘This is too long. Make it shorter’. Paaps turns back and communicates the message. ‘No worries’, quipped Suri. ’Make that one plate idly then’. Paaps turned back and with a charming smile told the girls -‘Make that one plate idly please’.

Mount Carmel girls don’t smile at strangers. At least, not at ‘Cul-ah’. But I think they smiled then. And the name stuck.

The only other team who had a wackier name was one called themselves ‘Men wh(o) pause’

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Blogger Penguin said...

Hahahaha!!! Do you guys even remember that I was the one who was organising it that time, and we were all awwww over Paaps when he came upto us and said the teamname! KB and I never tire of this story :-)

June 04, 2009 1:52 AM  
Anonymous Sona said...

LOL... Hilarious I say!! Good old college days :)

June 04, 2009 7:51 AM  
Blogger Sudhindra said...

welcome back!!!...I am glad management school has not dimmed your sense of humor :) if only you could deliver your punchlines in Tamil :)

June 04, 2009 10:53 AM  
Blogger Suri said...

Men'o'Pause was the name bob! :).

Glad you're writing again.. now if you would be kind enough to complete the other writing we started on.. tchoo.. get off from here!

June 04, 2009 10:30 PM  
Blogger Pri said...

of course we smile. like when the serious competitors walk past us on the college drive with their high waist pants and stainless steel tiffin boxes. or when dogs chase boys. that's always fun too.

June 08, 2009 10:21 PM  

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