I don’t really like the tropical green in general, and indeed I was thinking how ugly all the bushes next to the road side looked, when suddenly a miniature version of the Great Wall of China came interrupting the wild growth. It turned out that the institute is going to be inside the infamous reserve famous for its wild, renegade and usually angry horde of stampeding elephants who frequent the nearby villages and have unwittingly claimed human lives before (hence the walls to stop them). This means even though I might one day fall in love with The Pretty Girl and might want to walk under the moonlight in misty nights with my arm on her waist (with a passionate kiss or two in the offing), an elephant’s bone might prove to be too big a haddi in the Kebab to be overcome.

When we arrived, I was surprised when I noticed that I could hear the birds chirp and flutter.

The Director showed us the construction plans, and The Pretty Girl (she has got dimples) asked him if the academic block was modelled after the first letter of his name (the chic of it!). With a polite laugh, he then went on to explain, “No. You see, these are two spirals, and this end of this spiral here …”

As The Pretty Girl once told me, she is allowed to do everything, but her mom once asked her not to do anything that she would ever have to regret. That probably includes boyfriends, because she feels immensely guilty every time she gets close to a guy! This time, she got somewhat close to The Moustache Guy (when he had his moustache) and then felt terribly guilty about it and suddenly stopped talking to him. On the Rakhi Day, she came with a Rakhi and insisted that The Moustache Guy accept it! Through some curious twistings of words and manners and unintelligible gurgles, The Moustache Guy accepted the Rakhi with the declaration that he is accepting it only to pass it on to me!

I pointed out to him that things were probably over between them anyway. He is cool about the whole deal, because nothing much had happened to start with, but I guess they are not going to be seen together in the library for long hours now. :(

There is a small pond inside, scantily filled with dirty water, but I assume that it’ll be put in shape once we move in, given the amount of fuss people make about co and extra curricular activities. Even though there is a lot of room to be spared in the campus, playing cricket doesn’t seem to be an option. After I expressed my scepticism over the chances of locating a ball after I have hit it, the air was thick with all sorts of poor jokes about the ball coming back on the trunk of an elephant (and similar boring variations).

Some were disappointed given the isolation and the seemingly dull environment, but I felt serenely elevated. The mountain lines could be seen in the distance, and the whole place looks likes a tame opening to an overwhelming wilderness. Wide green fields were to be seen past the ugly bushes next to the road, and their stretch undid the damage their shade of green might have done to their beauty. I hope the construction gets delayed, so that I get to stay there for a few months or so, so that I would have moved out and gone on long before they all lost their charm to familiarity.

To be honest, I don’t think I would mind a brush or two with the infamous elephants. May be I’ll rescue The Pretty Girl from them when she ventures out one day into the Forbidden Forests, rendered reckless with the recurring restlessness of her routine (she is that type), when there is no one to save her but I. And then after I have rescued her, in the unnerving exhilaration of her escape, she might even kiss me in a heedless abandonment of grace. It’ll take some work to draw the girl out of the prude, but thankfully it is not going to be my task. Good luck to The Moustache Guy. :)

And then there was the sysadmin who cracks excellent poor jokes, but they are not probably his own.

So the rabbit and the tortoise (of that famous race where the rabbit lost thanks to his overconfidence) decide to study mathematics. They appear in the entrance, and they score the same. But the tortoise is finally selected over the rabbit. Why?

The answer – sports quota. He cracked this when we were discussing about the reservation issue after someone inquired after the reservation policy of the institute!

Talk about not having a life!

And for that matter, I hate second dates and third dates too.

I hate dates. I hate ordering the first item in the menu all the time. In fact, I hate ordering anything at all. Actually, the thing I really hate is talking to the waiter, which is further complicated because I have to catch his attention first.

I hate computers. I hate flowers. I hate ccds. I hate typos. I hate recipes for deserts. particularly anything with honey. I hate himesh reshmiya. I hate himesh reshmiya being played in ccds (and he was played every time I went out, so you can imagine how much I hate him now). I hate loka. I hate ray. I hate traffic inspectors.

yeah, well, I liked my shirt. And I like girls.

I like the kind of girls who’ll not let me pay their bills.
(not that I am ever one to insist on paying bills. no one ever informed me about this and I spent a large part of my life trying to get other people to pay my bills :). and I blame all of this on Rainbow and Anshul.)
I like girls who forget their purse at home to the point that I would end up giving them lifts!
I like girls who pay my bills anyway.
I like girls who inspire the depths of my guts to make me call out to the waiter (and the waiter actually noticed me, too!).
I like girls who feel they need to explain why they are grinning so much!
I like girls who step up to make up for my silence and then insist they talked too much because they were nervous.
I like girls who come to my rescue when I am the damsel put into distress by the frightening autowallahs.
I like girls with typos.
I like girls who can’t spell their own name correctly.
I like girls who talk like they think.
I like girls who can make an antic out of my hi with their face and eyes and particularly when that is their first expression I see.
I like girls with pimples.
I like girls with faces like live wire, smiling this moment and playing poker in the next. And I get creeps thinking how I would feel if those faces were ever to get angry at me. I swear I would die or something.
I like girls who won’t go out to movies with me. Ok, this is not strictly true, but I have to increase the list. :)
I like girls with crazy computers who don’t let me flirt with her (the computers, I mean).
I like girls who have weird definitions for what consists of acting smart!
I like girls who’ll not let me see them off and who won’t have me around them.
I like girls who can’t act.
I like girls who get depressed about where we are going.
I like girls who make deserts with honey and then mention it to me.
I like girls who don’t trust me.
I like girls who believe I don’t believe that they love me!
I like girls I can tell anything to.
I like girls who ask me if it would help if they told me that they love me.

And did I say I like girls who look so damn pretty?!

I think I am starting to run wild, so I’ll stop!! And this is one of those kind of posts that I would write very differently if I were to write them again, so I’ll probably write this one again some time with some sanity! :)