First Day and First Gilma…

This will be the actual start of all the Gilmajak Gilmas in my life. Commencement of higher secondary 1st year (Yeah! That’s how I used to say and not 11th grade). A quick brief on the uniform, folks say the trousers are Biscuit color and the shirt with checks. But to me it looked SHIT colored…

And so I didn’t want to wear that on my first day of school and I wore white & White attire. I looked immaculately dressed I should say. Carried a one side Trunk&Co; with gold chain on my neck and of course Vibudhi on my forehead. A few of my seniors (girls) thought I was a spoilt brat. And I thought they were sluts.

I straightly headed towards my class on 2nd floor. It was a corner room on the beginning of the access strip and like advised I went to the last row and sat on the corner most chair. Next, a similar looking guy comes, with a chain on his neck and Kum Kum on his forehead. And another guy who was wearing highest index possible glass (soda buddi), some minus 11 or something like that. Similarities between us were ‘we all sat on the last row’.
The guy who came 2nd was Ashwin Kumar and the Soda Buddi was Prashanth K Verma aka Oana.

I was shocked to see Ashwin putting Kadalai with a 12th grade girl on the access strip. She was petite and cute. Oana and I were actually ogling at the girls and envying on the fact that this guy who looks no worse than I has already picked up the girl. He came in with a sense of victory on his face and sat in between me and Oana. I was so bloody curious that I asked him immediately “Yaar macha andha Ponnu???” (Who is that babe?) He first looked at me like I have asked for his pancake but then replied saying “Annavoda aalu da”, meaning my Bro’s gal. I sat back with no thorns on my bums. Yes, that’s how a guy feels when he knows that a cute gal is no longer his friends’ gal.

Oana broke the ice asking if we smoke, ‘dhum adi paengala da’ I said YES and Ashwin said a NO. For a fraction of a second I thought he will never have a girlfriend in his entire life but he proved me immoral the very next fraction saying ‘but I drink’… I was literally on cloud nine. When you get like minded people (like minded people smoke and drink and ogle) in the last row on the first day of a new school, that’s how it feels. Soon, I started focusing on my class girls.

Everyone stood up in unison and I was forced to do that too. “I’m Sridhar, your class teacher cum Commerce teacher cum Accounts teacher”…I shut me ears before he could say anything else. But thank god he didn’t. He must be few inches more than 5 feet with a Sandal paste on his forehead and Kum Kum in the epicenter of the paste. With his waist belt hugging him on his chest and crippled shirt which had 4 to 5 different inked pens and a note pad. As usual, he asked everyone to introduce themselves. By now I knew who my friends were ‘Ashwin and oana, they smoke, they drink, they ogle’ I wanted to say but just said my name and sat down. But my focus was still on gals. “Shruti…Preethi…Bhagya…” and how I wished I could get same kinda treatment in other groups also was just a failure.

Next day Ashwin was on the access strip and I joined him. First things first, “macha andha ponnu?” he said and with utmost care I asked him which gal? Yesterday during the introduction session he had fallen in love with this Girl who was fair-neat-cute-straight hair-and A BLOODY NERD!!! She scored some 90 odd p.c. in her 10th boards. He asked me if I noticed her. I nodded. And asked if I found my gal, I just pointed down to the gal. She was an inch taller than I (She still is) and she was pink in her face with no add on. Yes, guys need only a day to fall in love and for us it was just half a day.

Few days passed and we so desperately needed their phone number but couldn't ask them, EGO shit. So Ashwin and I planned for a major plan. ‘OPERATION OPEN THE BAG AND CHECK THE REGISTER’. Everyone had gone down to the van to move to the playground for P.T. class. Ashwin was busy digging Bhagya’s bag and got her register took the number and came running. I was at the door like a watch dog. I stopped him and pointed a bag at the last row, it was my gals. With his face on his ASS he went back and took hers too. Just as we turned…BANG!!!

It was our Class Teacher cum Commerce Teacher cum Accounts Teacher. What the hell are you guys doing here? He asked and before he could shoot the next question I started coughing like a TB patient and rolled on the corridor floor and caught hold of the bit paper which had the phone numbers and hid it under my socks. Ashwin went to fetch some water and the teacher ran to the office room to get some medicine. I looked t Ashwin and asked “how was my acting???”

Well, the gilmas just started with phone numbers and a lot more to come in future posts. Meanwhile, your palpable comments please.