First Fight in the Bathroom…

A few more weeks passed after that incident and we became so bloody close (The like minded people). I resided at Besant Nagar, right next to the beach. While Oana was in R.A.Puram and Ashwin in Mylapore. We guys became so close that if any one got hurt the other two would actually laugh literally bouncing on our asses.

French classes… Yes, I chose French as my 2nd language which eventually changed to Hindi after a month. We all waited for French sessions as other groups also joined for the class and that meant the girls too. There were very few cute looking gals and few hot looking gals and too many stinking-sweaty-guys. We hated them with passion. Who wouldn’t? They were all a bunch of wannabees calling themselves NERDS but they were good only at brain ejaculation.

Our French sir was a Frigging flowered up pot. He had this HUGE BEER BELLY but a very neat dressing sense. I mean, being a brand conscious myself I could witness the brands he was wearing. He was unmarried, beer belly, a very big forehead till the back of his ass (sottai) and a mustache. I don’t know why but from the very first class I knew he hated me. Probably because I was seen talking only with gals and he envied that. He always used to point his fucking index finger at me and questions me in French but that would sound fucking Greek to me.

So many French classes passed by and I noticed one guy called Allen Raveendran ogling at my girl. Yes, the same one inch taller than me girl. She was Miss Parasuram aka SP. And I hated that. So one fine day me and my gang (we were called the “BLOODY DIRTY RASCALS” by our Principal, Mrs. Lalitha Jayaraman) were standing aimlessly on the access strip waiting for the brain ejaculating wannabees to come and I so furiously caught hold of this Allen guy. I had an aversion towards Christians in my school days and that added to my fumes to hate him even more. I just swung my arm cross his shoulders and asked him “enna macha, you like her eh? ” He had no clue what I was asking about but I demanded an answer from him. He is this 6 foot tall guy who was dark as well and a very charming smile I should say but a lil’ bloated. Bell rang and we had to rush in to the class like trained dogs (that’s how it is in a school like SSK) and sat open with our text books. I still hate this Christian guy I thought to myself.

Few days passed and I got a call for appearing to the National Table Tennis Tournament happening at the St. Johns International School. And I was practicing day in and out with so much dedication that I bunked my term papers and unit test in SSK with out prior permission. (SSK had this unique way of testing students’ capabilities with Term Papers and Unit Test on Mondays and Wednesdays which added to the report card). But I gave zero percent interest in it forgetting what my principal had told me during the interview.

The D DAY… Tournament, the match was so bloody close with me and a Bangalore guy that I almost forgot I had a Unit Test on French. But my focus was on the orangish ball which rolled towards me across the net and FUCKING SMACK!!! It was a top spin and I won the final point which means my team won, which also means my club won, which also means “IT WAS BECAUSE OF ME”. I was literally jumping with joy along with the pin pong ball and entered my school campus in my trunks. I didn’t want to change because I wanted all the girls to notice the sports part of me with a Nike shorts and a Sleeveless Stiga sponsored T shirt and a sports bag hanging on my shoulders. But to my surprise, no sluts noticed.

My bad luck, it was French class when I entered my class and the beer belly stopped me before I could enter the class, he asked “where is your uniform?” Sir, ‘I had a tournament hence I’m in my trunks’, I replied. Have you prepared for the Unit Test? He asked and I looked at my buddies with an expression which said “yaen da naayae sollale?” meaning why the fuck didn’t you guys say it to me. I tried explaining the situation to him but he made me write the test and to the best of my knowledge I should have got a ZERO on my paper but he gave me 3 outta 50 and asked me to get it acknowledged from the principal.

I went down to the principals’ room and entered in like a sweaty pig which didn’t want to be slaughtered. I went in because it was air-conditioned and I enjoyed my presence in that room. I narrated the incident to her and pleaded with her that I change my 2nd language back to Hindi and to everyone’s surprise she nodded yes! I went back to my class with a note on my hand which said “Chandramouli P S no longer will stay in French class and he is shifting back to Hindi”. With out knowing the facts, the beer belly started smirking at me and all I did was smacked the letter on his table and said “French is History”. He was in shock and my friends were looking at me with a pride on their eyes and I just walked out and before I could step out I heard a voice which said “you will not escape my eye balls” I turned back and the expression conveyed only one thing “SCREW YOU, I’m in Hindi henceforth”.

Enemies took to the most of their advantage, including Allen but I left it to the discretion of my buddies who took care of the situation. A few weeks passed by, where I so didn’t enjoy learning the national language but had to do so just to prove a point to my folks and my principal. A few more weeks passed by where my buddies got close to the babes of French class and I remained close to them which meant I got close to the gals as well. One was VS Nandhini whom we called as VSNL and the other was Vaishnavi and we had hell of a time together where the brain ejaculating guys had a problem with me and my guys talking to the gals of their gals so much as I did with Allen talking to Shruti. But did I care? I cared shit.

Soon, there was a problem. Where Allen went to his class guys and complained about me and my rascals.

Did you know where the fight happened? It was in the washroom and it was situated at the end of the access strip of the so called “FIT FOR NOTHING COMMERCE group”. But we waited in unison to pounce on this hungry dogs like hungry wolves. As soon as they came in to the washroom (which had 5 urinal and 5 closets) I locked the main door and we guys (the rascals of the school) pounced on these bastards and started beating them up. Their ass was bleeding and they wished their fortunes came to their rescue but to their hell, nothing came to their rescue. Ashwin, Oana and I were sweating with pride on our shoulders and all we said in unison to these bastards was “if you complain this to the management you are SISSY”.

The next morning, news spread like VIRUS and all the 300 students knew we broke the brain ejaculating guys’ nose to the bleeding situation and we felt the angels were sitting on our shoulders with legs crossed…

We became the HEROES for the rascals of the school and Villains for those ejaculating from their brains. And I personally felt throned with this kinda situation.

So much did happen after this…But your palpable comments would appreciate me in carrying forward. Gilma is after all left…