OF PORN AND P :)

This is the recounting of an incident involving me and a certain friend of mine :) I will name her P :) She reminded me of this incident yesterday when she called me up after 3 months. (Not fair P…you took so long :) ) Now this happened when I was in class XI and the number of porn movies watched per day was your status symbol amongst boys. Now on a bright sunny morning, COFAS, our school’s International Computer Olympiad was inaugurated. Being a part of the school team… I mingled with the contestants from the other schools….and then I ran into P….I still remember that I had suppressed a loud guffaw when I had first seen her. Blue eyes, a gold earring in one ear and a SILVER one in the other…. :) BLACK LIPSTICK !!!!! Gothic :) (P is going to kill me later….) She was pretty enough to look at (There you go P….. :) ) and we hit off straightaway (not just because she was pretty :) but because we were competing in the debate against one another and I always like to know my competition better :) )

There was a free for all class going on in our division. Students from any college (especially the outstation and international ones) were encouraged to pay these classes a visit. I sat down in the last row along with P. To my surprise P took out a bunch of SUPERMAN comics from her bag….This gothic girl was turning out to be a real tomboy…Later she confessed that she had harbored an infatuation for the chaddi clad superhero….Sick I say !!! He is a brilliant superhero I must confess, but then how on earth can girls fall for a guy who wears his underwear on top of his tights ??????? Anyway, soon we were immersed in the comics without paying a microgram worth of attention to the teacher Ms Khanna (whom we had labeled as an Ostrich…Sorry Maam :) ) Suddenly our peon, who always carried a kiloton of paan in his mouth and adorned the walls of the college with his post renaissance paan paintings, burst into the classroom. “Maam….we have discovered porn cds hidden in the bathroom....they were hidden in the western toilet water tank”. F**K!!! and I must have said F**K about a thousand times under my breath because P pinched me and held my hand tightly to stop my flow of F**KS. Man !!! this was bad for our college’s reputation in front of the outstation candidates. Ms Khanna had enough common sense to take the peon outside the class. After a few minutes she came back in and announced in her quivery voice “Nimish…stand up please!!!”…Now Nimish was the ultimate porn dealer of our school. His collection of porn cds and dvds was unsurpassed. Rumor has it that he had a Godrej Almirah in his room which was stuffed with carnal viewing instruments. Nobody had seen it of course :)

Now Nimish had been suspended earlier because he had been trapped by the college authorities trying to smuggle in pornware into college. The pornware was confisticated ( I have a sneaky suspicion that the college authorities struck it rich that day…..They fled with the pornware and god knows what they did at home with it :)….I may be wrong but then :) ). Our teacher asked him to step outside the classroom and calamity struck when she did so. Our class had a detachable, hanging blackboard and while Maam and Nimish were passing it, Maam’s hand accidentally hit the blackboard hard. The blackboard swung slightly to the right……HORRORS!!!! A couple of porn cds dropped to the ground unwedged from their hiding place behind the blackboard. We all rushed to have a closer look. One look at the blonde on the cover of one of the cds almost made Maam pass out. Holding Nimish’s hand firmly she stormed out of the class to interrogate him. Some students swear that Maam was muttering “Ram…Ram kitna bada paap !!! “ while she was breezing out of the class. P and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. We enjoyed a lovely two days together and I still remember that after I had won the debate, P was the only one who had run up to me and given me a big hug. She had cried a lot because she was from Ahmedabad and she had to return once the competition had ended. I gave her one of my favourite books to keep and her tears vanished instantly. Later after a month P called me up to say that she loved me, I was pleasantly surprised, but then I wanted to be a very good friend and nothing more. She took that very well and today she is one of my 4 “girl” friends (not girlfriends :) ) and is constantly giving me insights into the female brain….Thanks a ton P…..Miss you…and will never forget those two days and the black lipstick :)