All about hate

A very eventful 18hr fundo with my friends, left me at this point. A point where I write about my feelings and call it a post on my blog. It all started with Pydi Mallu's lunch treat at one of my favorite restaurants in the city. Alex's Kitchen. Trust me, its one of its only kind of Chinese Restaurant in the city. Exquisite taste and original Chinese. So we are at this awesome restaurant ok where Chinese food tastes Legen-wait for it-ahaan-Dary; Its Legendary! and we finish our lunch and Pydi Mallu is burping orgasmically and then Mokam and Pupps hog on some icecreams and stuff while me and Vicky fag like real men. Yeah you got that right.. Bro! Faggers are real men. What did you say? Its not true you think? Last time I typed, I remember this blog was mine! So do me a favor. DO ME A FAVOR. Ha ha. Yeah I got that part man! I crack myself up. Yeah so do me a favor and go read something else! This is Meso Spaciosa! Not the ever tickling and blog-about-others-sling dirt on professors-blog called Terpsikure.

Haan, after that, we are wondering where the 5 of us should head next. Me, Pupps, Mokam, Vicky and Mallu Pydi. Or Pydi Mallu. Same Difference ya! And then all these guys want to go to Helix. No don't worry, its not a secret society ala Skull and Bones or the Free Masons. Its just a harmless(sometimes gay) gathering of people every sunday to have sessions of discussions formal and informal alike. They really wanted to go but they want me to come along. But why can't I go along with them? Hmmm.. its time for some rewind.

2006. A hyperactive girl who keeps getting hit on by every guy in the college, is introduced to me. At this point of time, I'm being a wannabe Romeo singing like a desperado under the balcony of a beloved girl(back then) and hence I hardly find the hyperactive girl attractive nevertheless I thought she was obnoxious. Then one day in the college bus out of nowhere, HP girl calls me gay because I'm wearing a lite Violet tee shirt with black horizontal stripes. Now clearly, in the 2nd year of under graduation, I was skinny and I sported what they called 'the Sania Mirza glasses' and since the crush of my life wasn't someone from my college, I hung around with other guys totally giving all the other good looking chics a miss. One could call me gay for that. But no! Miss HP had to had to call me gay because of the tee shirt I bought with my own money and wore the first time to college. So it really pisses me off ok and I play a prank on her. I hide her lab record and tell her while getting down the college bus, that I'm taking it home while I made sure she got her record by giving it to a common friend.

One week later, I'm texting this crush of mine from outside college sitting in the college cafeteria and bam! comes Miss HP. She has that quintessential smile that most girls have while looking at hot single guys. So she says hi and sits at my table. I put my phone down and greet her casually. In a min, her classmate comes and joins the table. He keeps getting touchy with her and I couldn't take it so I keep my head away. He leaves the table soon after and the next thing I know is that my cell phone is missing! I knew it was Miss HP's stupid wannbe-cute drama ok. So I take lite. One thing leads to another and she ends up taking my cell phone to her place. I'm super pissed ok. Never was I, trust me, never was I more pissed at anyone else. So you don't see the hate part yet? Ok. I call up a common friend after a long time and I hear from her that the day my cell phone was seperated from me, she gets a call from HP and HP doesn't just encroach my privacy but she spreads around my text inbox like how the American Soldiers spread in Afghanistan after the attack on WTC towers. Quick and mean. I never knew hate before this.

Cut to present, I had 4 kids forcing me to attend the routine sunday session where i will have to watch Miss HP and her infinitely unavoidable whoric idiosyncracies. They force and I say no. They force again and I say no again. They keep on forcing, I keep on saying no. After Pydi Mallu's brow gets dark(he was the fairest amongst the 5) under what the Hyderabadis call the bright skin scarring autumn sun, I decide to make a move.

"Indecisive Pricks!", I say.

Pydi Mallu: "Abbah? Occhindayya pedda.."(Dad? Here comes the big...)
Mokam:"What re?"
Pups: "He he he he"
Vicky: I dint notice what he was doing.
Varun Chenna: " " (blank)

Pydi Mallu:"Why can't you come re?Apart from the fact that she is coming?"
Me: "Have you ever genuinely hated a person?"
PM: "No."
Me: "Then you wouldn't understand why."


So we hit the nearest Cafe Coffee day. Only to get pissed off by some school kids who seemed to over crowd the place thinking of it to be some kind of a picnic spot. So we go to Sarovar Coffee shop. And then we play the most dreaded game there was. Its called 'the game'. Yes the game. Drop in by sometime at my place(before the 29th of this month of course) we'll play it. And we were having a lot of fun. Then, Rajan drops in. With his golden framed Aviators and says hi and puts them glasses in his pocket and we join him in the game.

Everything is smooth and fun for sometime, but then it happens. You know common cold? You can never get rid of it wherever you go. Its always in the air and its unavoidable. Just like that, Miss HP drops in too! Yes. With a gang of guys(Obviously!) she gets the whole Helix team to Sarovar and goes all chirpy-wirpy and Rajan and Me sit down properly and we don't move while the others go and greet the ladies. yes, ladies. There is a lot of commotion in the coffee shop and I ask Rajan why he didn't say hi to Miss HP and he tells me a short story as to how he pissed her off when she asked him to find out what her name was as a part of ragging and he did not. Then Rajan says,

Rajan: "Why didn't you go and talk to her?"
Me: "Tell me, have you ever genuinely hated a person? "
Raj: "No"
Me: "Then you wouldn't know why."

So me and Rajan slip out of the commotion and come out. Vicky comes out running.

Vicky:"How can you hate someone so badly re?"
Me: "In the presence of the person you hate, its not hate anymore re. Its disgust!"



So kids, that is how I met your uncle Rajan.




Oh shit. Too much HIMYM. I'm sorry. So after this, we guys sans Mokam and Rajan, go watch 'Wanted' at Sensation Insomnnia. And man! I was not wrong about the movie. It was AWE-fuckin'-SOME! And to end the day, we went to PM's place to sleep. Where he made us some dosas which were LEGEN-wait for it-I know it gets boring if you wait too long so here comes the second syllable -DARY! LEGENDARY!


So, that is how we had a fun time. I'll end it at that. More to come, only on MESO SPACIOSA. Which is Awesome.