I have learnt many things in my life things that I expect to learn more about when I get older. I have seen so many things that I aint ever going to forget. I have also seen many things that I so much wish to forget. I have done so many things that I am ashamed that I did. And so few at things thing that I am proud of. And weird strange stuff that always seems to happen to me some way or the other. Among those few things is the thing that I had done that summer.
It was a raining bad that night. My friend Prabhu and I were returning from another bad day at the tuitions. The teacher, Manivannan was a real pain in the wrong place. He cannot keep his nose out of other people’s business. Today again he insulted another girl on how thin she is or how a boy’s attention towards a fellow female classmate was bringing his marks down. Why the hell does he care about the diet of that girl or even the romantic aspect of a boy? Was he jealous that the girl was able to stay thin while he had a belly almost ready to burst? Or was he jealous that the person finally had some attention from a good-looking girl while he was stuck with a pig for wife. His wife Laxmi, a pig by all means. A real mean pig at that. She treated all others like shit. He never gave a damn about anyone. Nor did she care about anyone other than herself. She was an uptight prick, proud that her husband had a fat wallet.
We were talking about these all too familiar topic on our way to the bus stop. Tonight as always, we stop on our way at a stall to buy some steam peanuts. That night classes had finished early because Mani had to get home early for dinner. Yeah right! That is what I hate bout these delicate geniuses. They can change the timetable, as they want. They want us to change our time so that we can fit into theirs. And if we ever failed to do that, he would yell as if we had violated the Ten Commandments. All of them. At the same time. We cannot talk to consult them about some help that they can offer because it was their field of expertise, unless we were in the confines of their office. Take doctors and therapist for instance. If you make an appointment, you better be there on time. While they can dump you and go schmoozing with whomever they wanted doing whatever they wanted. Hate them for it.
Oh sorry! Where was I? Oh yeah. We were on our way to the bus stop. We stopped to buy that steam peanuts. We were at the stall when we saw that a girl come out of the restaurant at the corner of the street. She was with two other boys. Clearly, she was drunk. So were the boys that were with her. She was skimpily clothed. She was wearing a black spaghetti top with a Metallica logo printed on it. And she wore tight jean shorts. And high Latin heel shoes. We were gawking at her curves. With mouth wide, open. My eyes were all over her. And my mind was wandering someplace else. By the look on Prabhu’s face, I knew immediately what he was thinking. Well, you cannot possibly blame us. We were adolescents with raging hormones. The trio were crossing the road the boys were doing all the talking. She was laughing loudly. We could hear her high-pitched liquor induced laughter. She was smoking hot and stinking drunk.
