Attraction and Chastity - Episode 5

After a looong looong hiatus, the Attraction and Chastity series is back with its next episode. My apologies to all of you who have been visiting my blog to read whats happening with Nattu and Gattu and have been disappointed cos of my inability to find some time to write it. And my snicere thanx to those who have appreciated it so far. wud try to be more regular from now on...promise!

Recap: Gattu has been chasing Nattu for sometime now, getting increasingly confused if Nattu is infact interested or not. He offered to take a step back and got a reply back to his mail, which made him hang on. He has been asking her out for a coffee and she has been skirting the issue one way or another. From this point on, we pick our story back and proceed...
In this episode too, i am going to quote emails exchanged between Gattu and Nattu in a conversational style.

Episode 5

Days go by. Gattu and Nattu see each other during lunch hour or whenever they happen to come downstairs for a break at the same time. Looks are exchanged, the 'turn and look' thing still going on, prodding Gattu not to lose hope. Then one fine day, on his way to his office in the afternoon, Gattu finds Nattu waiting for the elevator too. He stands there besides Nattu thinking if he should say something or not. While his super slow brain is busy calculating the possibilities, the elevator doors open and so they have to go inside with a bunch of other people. Gattu comes out at his floor(he is one floor below Nattu) and is cursing himself for having lost the opportunity. He goes to his seat and writes...
Gattu: So finally had the fortune of bumping into you...well ..almost...just now in the lift. I dont know for what reason you keep on choosing to not reply to my mails...though you dont want me to stop writing either...why cant we meet and talk?
btw...why were you looking so damn good today?
Nattu: oh so u were that [adjective]guy.then u cud have spoken to me rite?????????

(Time out !! time out!!!...what the hell does she mean you were that [adjective]guy??? i mean comeon!..these guys have been eyeing each other for like ages now and she is asking him if he was the one in the elevator. what the hell was the email "i think you have reached the right person" about...and what the hell was that 'turn and look' thing all about. what kinda game is this??...i tell Gattu boss there is still time..you are going to end up one embarassed jerk with this one. just leave it at that and turn around. but then, if they say love / lust / attraction (whatever tag you wanna put on it) is blind...there is a reason behind it.
Meanwhile, in a more meaningful and self respecting life, Gattu has to go out of town for a few weeks. He wants to meet Nattu in person before he leaves.)..anyway, lets continue with the emails..

Nattu: oh so u were that [adjective]guy.then u cud have spoken to me rite?????????
Gattu: sure could have..but i figured the amount of air time i would get there would be just a few secs...before the place is thronged by others...and since somehow inexplicably you say you dont recognise me...wanted to get that part sorted out first.plus i was too busy gawking to say anything :)).(dont take off..am just kidding).i am going out of town this weekend for a lil while...can we meet once before that? a 'yes' or 'no' would do for an answer.
Nattu: (no response)

Another scene
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Gattu is roaming around somewhere in a mall and finds this toy, looking at which he immediately thinks of Nattu. The toy is a plastic pumpkinhead in a lantern with a knob. The moment one turns the knob, the pumpkinhead inside the lantern glows up and starts making eerie and sinister sounds. Gattu finds it amusing (some ppl just dont listen now, do they?) and picks it up.

Next day he goes straight to the courier guy and sends across the toy to Nattu with a note which reads..."Since i ll be gone for a few days, here is something to remember me by".
The courier reaches Nattu, she hasnt opened it yet and she writes back...
Nattu: btw did u senfd me a courier?what is it?was it for me
Gattu: Yes

The day passes by without any further correspondance from either side. The next day there is again a mail waiting for Gattu as he reaches office at 12 in the noon...
Nattu: free for 5 mins anytime today?

Gattu doesnt know whether to be happy or sad. Does she want to meet? has she changed her mind? has sense finally dawned on her? ....or hey, is it that she wants to throw the gift back in his face? he doesnt know. my advice is sought...and i tell him she is confused...and she wont keep the gift...at least not now. besides if he is getting to meet her (even though only for 5 mins...he should go and talk. if for nothing else then just for the sake of finding out what kinda person she is...i mean talking face to face is better than making your BP jump up and down waiting for emails isnt it?
with his heart racing and pacing, he writes...
Gattu: sure
Nattu: can i cm to ur floor now?only 5 minsNth floor rite?
Gattu [senssing trouble]: "can we meet downstairs please...say near X shop.. i wouldnt be totally comfortable at Nth flr (obvious reasons..you dont want to be yelled at by a girl you ar crazy for in front of your colleagues)one request though...if its the kind of thing you know already i am not going to feel very good about or like, please lets do it on email itself. else, X shop sounds like an OK place.
lemme know"

Gattu has a grim satisfaction on his face...having made his point clear that if she wants to return his gift or yell or anything unpleasant, better just yell over email and not in person. Me..... i am confused between "Gattu is naive" and "Gattu is a first class idiot".

Nattu: i dont know whr X Shop is.............N floor is fine for me.
Gattu: ...if you come down at the fountain where you were sitting in the afternoon today and look around, you would see me standing near X Shop at 5 30. i really wont be comfortable on Nth floor. if you still insist, will meet you in the stairs between Nth and Mth. lemme know
Nattu: hullo u there?
Gattu: very much..i was waiting for your confirmation of the time
Nattu: ok
Gattu: so whats the time finally dear :)
Nattu: i went there silly................u were not there
Gattu: but you dint confirm any time...i have been there twice myself ..once at 5 30 and then at 6. ...and you werent there both times :)). and in last mail i asked you also whats the time finally :)) this is funny..i guess our email servers arent that fast.why dont you call me on 12345678 ?

So they have their first conversation on the phone and decide to meet downstairs at a not so busy spot near X Shop. Gattu reaches there first and is waiting for Nattu. And there, he sees Nattu approaching. his heart misses a beat..he is feeling a bit stupid in a teenage kinda way but his beat is racing with excitement. Finally he is getting to meet her in person and talk. (fool of a guy isnt he for getting happiness out of such small things).

Nattu is walking slowly towards him. but hey!, whats that in her hand? Gattu's heart sinks to see his gift box in her hand. He stands there, a little calmer now, waiting for her to reach where he is standing. Once she is there, they exchange greetings and the how are yous and all.

Nattu: your gift was nice but uncalled for. i cant keep it.
Gattu: why? its just a small toy...i bought it especially for you.
Nattu: but i cant keep it. i dont accept gifts from strangers <what is it with her and strangers???>
Gattu: hey but we have been conversing thru email for a while now. i was rather thinking more on the lines of we meet up and get to know each other a lil better.
Nattu: look how can we be friends. you are neither in my team, infact not even my company either.
< wtf!!...is she in school? > Gattu is thinking may be he IS the guy her mother might have told her to stay away from :)) He has no clue what to say now. Would changing his company and working for the same one as Nattu make things easier? :)
Somehow Gattu manages to say something. i dont know if that was dumb or smart...whatever it was...wud have been better than that awkward moment. conversation moves on to other things and he gets to know a lil more bout her, and that she is writing CAT that year. Coincidentally, so is Gattu. so they talk bout that for a few minutes. During this entire duration, she hasnt looked Gattu in the eye even once, which Gattu is feeling very uncomfortable and awkward about. (does she think he wud hynotize her if she establishes eye contact..:). He mentions that to her and she says she is doing it on purpose. (may be she DOES think he might...lol). and then they come back to the gift...

Nattu: Please take it back. i cant keep it.
Gattu: I cant take it back. i got it for you only. Why cant you keep it?
Nattu: then i would have to give you something in return.
Gattu: no you dont. and trust me i dint go out looking for a gift for you. just that i saw this and thought of you immediately...so picked it up for you.
Nattu: please..i cant accept this
Gattu: you dont have to read so much into this. its just a very small gift. please dont give it that much importance.
Nattu: No please dont insist.
Gattu: I cant take it back. what am i going to do with it?
Nattu: give it to someone else
Gattu: (Laughs)....if you bought something specially for someone, could you take it back and gift it to someone else?
Nattu: But i cant keep it.
Gattu: see i cant take it back. if you really want to not keep it so bad, please go ahead and throw it...
Nattu: i cant do that. please keep it
Gattu: if you insist, i ll take it from you. but i ll have to throw it into the trashbin myself then
Nattu: you dont have to do that...just keep it with you then
Gattu: cant do that...it ll keep reminding me of how you didnt accept a small plain gift.
Nattu: please
Gattu: ok...i ll take it. but i will have to trash it.
Nattu: no please dont do that
Gattu: then please keep it.
Nattu: you are blackmailing me.
Gattu: thats a tall allegation :)...anyway, i really dont intend to do blackmail you. If i take it back, would you go out for coffee with me?
Nattu: (smiles..more than smiles infact)..No
Gattu: Comeon...why are you being so cruel to me
Nattu: we shall see about coffee after CAT
Gattu: so we ARE going out for coffee after CAT ?:)
Nattu: we shall see.

Nattu hands over the gift back to Gattu. they start walking back towards their respective offices. On the way, Gattu throws the toy into the trashbin cos he knows he wont be able to keep it or give it to someone else either. Nattu tells Gattu that this act hurt her a lot. <i wonder why...if she doesnt want anything to do with it, why wud it hurt her to see Gattu dumping it. poor chap has made a fool out of himself, is still gracefully taking the whoel thing and has done what i myself wud have done in such situation...so he gets my vote>
Gattu is heartbroken and walks up to his desk quietly to get entangled in his sorry life. Bout Nattu, i dont know what went thru her mind that night. was she angry at him, was she sorry for acting like that, did she now feel may be she could have kept the gift and not made such a big deal out of it. what crap am i saying...may be she wouldnt have wasted even a thought on all this after that moment!

So this, ladies and gentlemen, is how the meeting ended. Gattu doesnt know if he is ever going to write to Nattu again, whether he should or should not, if there is a point anymore. He is confused, the usual confusion that follows for a couple of nights after such incidents, before life wakes you up and shows you it doesnt have time for all this.
The story has not ended as yet. quite a bit happens after this, which we would explore in the coming episodes. In the meanwhile, do let me know what you think of both Gattu and Nattu.....and what you think would happen next :)

Why

koee ye kaise bataaye ke wo tanahaa kyon hai
wo jo apanaa thaa, wahee aaur kisee kaa kyon hai
yahee duniyaan hain to fir, ayesee ye duniyaan kyon hai
yahee hotaa hain to, aakhir yahee hotaa kyon hai?

ik jaraa haath badhaa de to, pakad le daaman
us ke seene mein samaa jaaye, humaaree dhadakan
itanee kurbat hain to fir faasalaa itanaa kyon hai?

dila-ye-barabaad se nikalaa naheen abatak koee
ik loote ghar pe diyaa karataa hain dastak koee
aas jo toot gayee hain fir se bandhaataa kyon hai?

tum masarrt kaa kaho yaa ise gam kaa rishtaa
kahate hain pyaar kaa rishtaa hain janam kaa rishtaa
hai janam kaa jo ye rishtaa to badalataa kyon hai?

Class Mating

Back to school again, and the classes are already taking their toll on me small brain. You gotta be well read before you go the class...on the topic that is going to be covered in the class (so the prof doesnt have to work too hard??). There are marks for quizzes, marks for attendance (you dont get marks for attending, but you lose marks for not attending), marks for individual presentations, marks for group presentations, marks for mid terms, marks for end terms, and then there are marks for CP.

This CP is a very interesting concept. Basically CP stands for Class Participation. I dont need to explain to all your literate people what it 'ought to' mean and what it 'ought to' be. But then, its a bad bad competitive world out there. Everyone wants their share of airtime...and this means one needs to speak up when everybody else is also trying to do the same at the same time. Allow me to elucidate...

Darwin proposed in 1871 in The Descent of Man (obviously feminists werent a strong lobby then).."Males may fight amongst themselves, occasionally in dramatic battles to the death, to gain mating privileges with females. In comparison, female choice is generally much more subtle." At a conscious or subconscious level, we are all aware of it pretty early in life. As the real Slim Shady says...
"Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?"

In principle CP is a similar concept. Right from school all thru college, all students vying for the much coveted attention of the prof, hoping to make an impression,the profs ever so non-committal and subtle on which contestant is going to be in the good books that day.

The art and science of CP has evolved overtime. Batch after batch of students has tried to master and perfect CP. This evolution of CP has resulted in various forms of CP being present in the classroom today...and a classification is much called for. And THAT, is the purpose of this post. We are going to look at some of the categories that are identifiable, their subtle differences not easy to catch sometimes but with constant and careful observation, one can learn to identify the kind of CP whenever one sees it. Here is a humble attempt at such a classification...

1. CP or Class Participation: the purest form and the most rare. On the verge of extinction may be. There is not enough data to conclude it is still around.
2. ACP or Arbit CP: just comes out by chance, whim, or impulse, and not by necessity, reason, or principle.
3. BCP or Bullshit CP: having a mouth is reason enough to speak here.
4. FCP or Flood CP: for those modest ones who innocently just love the sound of their own voice. Once they start speaking, they find it difficult to stop and so it starts coming...and keeps coming...and coming..and coming.
5. KCP or KissAss CP: The Kama Sutra does not prescribe any one BEST position to do this...this has a lot of variations and generally gives satisfactory results with any party. e.g Does this sound familiar ?"I think you made a really good point there, Sir / Ma'am"...followed by .... ......................NOTHING.
6. JET CP or Just to Elaborate on This CP: You have a special gift of being able to say the same thing in 20 different ways by using different words(sometimes not even that), all 20 meaning the very same thing...and you consider it the good luck of the class that you have the impulsive and compulsive need to share this gift with them.
7. DCP or Desperate CP: Precious minutes have gone by..class approaching its end OR you have been making a futile attempt to think of something which adds value. Now that you dont have anything to contribute and time is fast running out, you say.......something....anything.
8. and last but not the least...After Class CP: the class is over and you couldnt get yourself to think of an iota of something which could add value. Not to worry, the prof is always up for grabs after the class :)

This is more or less my classification of CP. A dear friend of mine who has spent a lot of time in life looking for and collecting stuff to write / speak around this proposed another form which i am not putting here cos that would violate the confidentiality policy of my blog.

Well frends, it is up to us to choose which one of these to become a master of...but with daily practice, i believe you should be all set to make your mark in CP.

Partyeeeeeeee

Monday is already over and i dint even realise where the day went. sat night i drank more than i shud have at the party and my eyes as well as the hammers in my head tell me the hangover continues. There are a hajjar assignments to be submitted with few meetings here and there, of course a couple of presentations and pre-reading before the class, so you can imagine the kinda time i have at hand. but i wanted to write bout this party, this being my first party here at the campus. I wouldnt ramble on too much, the party just rocked (thank you GOD for booze), besides this was one good opportunity to mingle with all, which everyone did in their own ways.

There were a lot of regular ones, who danced endlessly and shall i say, mercilessly, for loong spells.

There were some shooting stars, whom you would see jumping out of nowhere all of a sudden, they would hold your hand and make you SHAKE THAT THING (or things in some cases)...and just disappear just as quickly as they had appeared.

Then there were the comets, who would keep revolving at the boundary of the floor and evaluating the scene, probably looking for a place strategically suitable enuff for them to move in.

The girls took the points when it came to dressing. while the guys could be seen in almost all forms of attire - there were kurtas, there were shorts, there were unbuttoned shirts, there were sleeveless shirts, jeans, tees, roundnecks, wannabe turtlenecks et all...while amongst the girls there were the suits and jeans and then there were loongi lookalikes and the ghaghra lookalikes too.

The sisterhood of the sorority also showed their solidarity at the dancefloor. They would move together, dance together, talk together and ... Reminded one of a swarm of bees, moving around randomly but always together.

Some people deserve a mention just cos they get my admiration. Miss Networking was working hard...never to be seen with the same person for more than 5 mins. Had she been a guy, i would have called him Networ(k) Lal. THen there were those who danced their hearts out..somewhere between the spells of consciousness and grogginess, there were the remnants of Mithundaa in action.

All in all, party was a hit..just like any other party. like any other party, there were the fighters and suitors, who dont get a personal mention here. And of course like any other party, there were groups of two who became conspicuous by their absence for some duration from the dance floor (i promise this was brought to my notice by someone else)...whoever they may be, i hope they enjoyed the party too :))

Would close with few pics from the party. Not too good quality...but then the photographer was too stoned.

Who needs the world....i have my booooze!!!

Told ya...."Don't get me drunk"

A little FRIENDLY TOUCH can do wonders ;))

What is wrong with this world???

Happy? Sad? 50-50?

Together we shall.........

Happy times

Koi Roko Naa!!!

Too Drunk to shoot anymore :(