Metallethics-Part 2: the rock star interview (and peformance)

(continued from previous post … )

NOTE: These are purely the views of the person interviewed but also based on generic common sense.Nonetheless, the readers are free to voice their opinions via the comments. The comments are allowed to be anonymous or non-anonymous,gentle or brutal, straight or controversial, clever or stupid, sensible or senseless.Just dont abuse me 😉 😛 ..,

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=mQ_MFZRebnE

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Here’s a complimentary performance by Shetty ,… Black Sabbath’s Iron Man

original links:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7P7L92LMc4E

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=7P7L92LMc4E (for those in IIIT-H)

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ps : Shetty ban gaya hero 😛

ps1: next post … a potentially-very-controversial, supernatural, heavy-minded, psychological thriller of a short story 😉 (gets darker & heavier than even the “Night of the Flip Top” serial)

Metallethics: the rock star interview Part 1

Foreword: Irrespective of whether you know what heavy metal is or not …. go ahead test the waters of this new gyaan

“Metal music + ethics = Metallethics”

What is the distinction of heavy metal from other forms of music ?

What is the philosophy or ideology behind heavy metal music ?

Is heavy metal music a bane to society and low class form of music ?

Is it the reason/influence behind certain tragedies in society ?

Is heavy metal a bad influence on young minds ? ….

etc. etc.,

Here goes the investigation ..see the indigenously made interview-video and you shall understand 🙂

for the original link : http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=WxHBcuKuFfI

or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxHBcuKuFfI

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(to be continued in the next post)

of the political phoonked bleached iriver

ANNOUNCEMENTS 😉  

1. This post is a light hearted filler.
2. The next post presents a VIDEO TAPED interview on the ethics and unethics of heavy metal music.
3. Then, the  one after that is  one heavy psychological thriller of a story …again !!!

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Of actors and political forays: (with reference to Aniket‘s comment in the  previous post, please refer to the following links if you are interested in groupism-based poltugiri)

Tamil nadu Politics: Where regionalism, linguistic barriers etc., are established as powerful political strategy   (dont miss the MGR thing as mentioned in the last post )

NTR and the TDP : Again mentioned in the last post where film actors and their historinics laden aura contributes  in political campaigns

Amitabh Bacchan : A record margin first time in the history of Lok Sabha polls

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Phoonk is The Exorcist + Tulasidalam ( an old Telugu novel) + RGV style mumbo-jumbo !! Not great at all …First half would scare some 8-yr olds.RGV’s idea about scaring audience means creating loud sounds whenever the camera shows a  laughing buddha idol or a giraffe-toy or a monkey-doll !      The Second half  made me want to puke in my pop-corn (and yeah ! Venni almost beat me up for making the pre-puke face ! 😐 )

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The awesome finds

For all the Bleach fans and/or for all the 300 fans, here’s a tribute …enjoy!!!

Wait !! If you are talking Bleach , how can you leave behind the one ‘n’ only Zaraki Kenpachi 😉 … so for the most popular warrior in anime history , a tribute …

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The iriver model (the girl advertising the iriver) is hotter  than the ipod model (wait!! Ipod doesnt even have a girl model as far i know !) And guess what! I chose to buy an iriver over an Ipod at Singapore ..talk of irrelevant hotbabe-correlated instinct ..muhahahah !! 😉

Of Megastar, Poltugiri and Daddy-talks

Dad had always been a mega fan of the mega star 😛 Though I could never really make out if its because of the caste-feeling or because of chiru’s magnificent career in acting !! 😐

I personally believedthat Chiranjeevi (always been my favourite telugu actor for the last 2o years) should have got into politics after the movie, Tagore  was released (A remake of the tamil movie Ramana) That was a period when his popularity was at its zenith …following  platinum movies like Indra and Tagore

Anyway as you would find me mentioning this, rather out-context, its because I somehow feel that his charisma in public perception has waned. But then, seems it didn’t …judging by the notorious anarchial activities his fans are doing … like tearing down other actors’ posters to set up Chiru’s posters,etc., Would I blame them ? Nope.Not really.This is a by-product of how f***ed up society’s becoming.

Hmm ..so lets see.Looks good the whole ideology of the new party ..PRAJA RAJYAM ! Eradicate corruption, etc., are nice powerful promises for any new party’s election campaign. It is an almost Utopian agenda.Go ahead! have a look here for the technical; details http://grohitbharadwaj.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/praja-rajyam-new-political-party-in-state-politics/

 If you go back to the dawn of theNTR political era , the whole prajaa garjhana  campaign, the promises were similar almost resembling Praja Rajyam’s agenda. It worked …keeps working !! At least for the party’s first election , such things work !! But long term sustenance ? That would be something we would like to see.

And so I talked to dad about this,

Me: I somehow think that things are doubtful dad ! he should have got into politics in 2003-04 rather than in 2008.His peak in popularity is already past

Dad: What makes you say that ? His election propaganda started then only.It takes time and lots of ground work, behind-the-scenes wooing of social groups, political powerhouses,et al .Only when you are sure you get in.You cant just get in to politics becasue a couple of your movies became hits.So I think thats what he did! CHiru did his homework , increased his awareness, lobbied strong support before officially getting into politics.

( Still makes me feel that though dad is arguing logic , its the Chiru-fan in him talking)

Me: U know what ,dad! This party’s going to crumble.Like a Masala movie that runs to packed houses in the first week, but goes empty then onwards! I mean look at the agenda.its idealistic globe.There are no practical rationales associated with this agenda !

Dad: No its not. What makes you say that ! You have no idea!!

Me: (thinking i am gaining the advantage in the argument)  You see take his say on the Telanga issue .He ‘s praising the Telanga people to glory.But he never said anythign about the issue.No stance.He’s just playing safe.And a politico playing safe means that he would turn a deaf ear to the issue inspite of such travesty as a man standing up for the region !!

Why when he was talking of Telanga he sounded like Prof.PK.Reddy from IIIT, who does nothing but speak ridiculous stuff when this issue is involved (Remember the famous bantering between Prof.PKR and Prof.PJN  in 2006 ??? 😉 )

Dad: Okay cut the outliers ! It might mean that he will take an active stance into looking at its feasibility or infeasibity rather than taking a stance for political gain alone !!!

Me : ( dejected at my argument falling flat …but yet excited that my next example would give me control) Okay ! Take an analogue dad! Tamil Nadu history ! MGR ‘s fight and ideology for the upliftment of the  masses … a chapter in Indian politics that revolutionalized the art of political strategy … Putting in place C.K.prahlad;’s Bottom of the Pyramid concept in indian politics for the first time !! Do you think that this party can do something like that In A.P politics ????  

(I was sure dad would be baffled at this …. hahah ….  C.K.Prahlad , Pyramid ka bottom, mgmt. gyaan in a political discussion …ebat that pa !!!! muhahahaha …..He would not have an answer or so I thought )

My old man didn’t give me an end-of-line look (or) cornered-by-abbulu  look ,like I expected . Instead he smiled and said , “PERFECTLY !!!! “ 

Halt! Before we proceed further, i would like to make it distincly placid that dad has these two modes of speaking ….

 One, the usual cheerful-sounding, logic-slinging, practical thinking, oratory that you would find strong but yet tempting to argue against.

Two, the more serious sounding , but yet infinitely assertive short statements or even one words , which suddenly send a chill down your spine !Merely by the sheer confidence they are said with, a mode of answering that is so incredibly dad-specific that it reminds me that he is after all my baap !

Mom was listening ..smiling all along. (Shit even she probably  knew it was coming …)

Now … dad said , “You see , lil’ abbulu …”  Christ ! Whenever dad says “lil’ abbulu” instead of just “abbulu” , it only means one thing ….   abbulu ka khel khatam dukhaan bandh   !!!

Dad : Read the newspapers !!

me: (reading headlines here and there from newspapers in the last one week)  Social ecstacy! Social pandemonium! Chiru fans on a confidence run! Kapus being wooed for the first time for fear of the Chiru effect ! blah blah blah /….

Dad: Which social communities have the largest number of people in the state

(I answered)

Dad:  Which film -related fan base is officially reported to be the biggest in A.P ??

(I answered)

Dad : So you see , little abbulu ! It not about the ideologies per se. It about the support you already have, either through caste-politics, through general fan following, etc., And then the agenda comes to just justify and retain that support !! So do you understand now ??

Me:  Yes sir !

Dad: Go now …

Shit !! MGR part -2 !! NTR part-2!! Everything part 2!! Here is a situation where the desired  outcomes are idealistic , but the means are actually following all the formuale of politics !!! caste …fans …. backward classes … regionalism … reservations …  it was the ultimate political juggernaut … the sum-whole of all past political strategies ….

Yeah Now i am convinced the mega star has high likelihood of a mega victory. Though I dont know whether such strategies are intentional , but those are the very means by which he is going to win. Doesnt talk good of anything  if you ask me (demarcating people, using GROUPISM etc.,) But I guess thats how politics is !!! 

The only salvation of achieving such a victory would occur if the so-called mega star actually brings about a mega change when he gets his mega-victory !!!!  (though I still am unable to digest the fact that he would win because his caste is the one having the majority of the population in the state  😦  )

– abbulugadu

Atomic observation :)

FOREWORD: Too much heavy duty content in the last story. SO switching to something lighter with a traditional good ol’ abbulugadu style post 😉

What have I become ?

There was no real reason i asked myself this question.I just asked it for the sake of asking.

It was very uncanny of me to do this ….

Okay! What was I thinking ? I really don’t remember.

Then suddenly i noticed it.It looked like an atom.Complete with orbits and electrons.Electrons orbiting around a nucleus too small for the naked eye.

atomic ??

I was amused almost instantly at this cheeky observation. The randomness associated with finishing your exams and having a day off is amazing. Your mind starts noticing things those were completely oblivious to your imagination until a day ago.

Anyway, I kept looking at it, still wondering over its fabulous similarity to the structure of an atom.And then I opened the tap.And the water gushed out …

water ...

Water! I thought ..I closed my eyes and let it trickle down. And the thoughts started like a combustible reaction …

IIIT Blogger’s meet …. Blog! Mails ! Skeletons !The lightning era ! Soul crunching ! X ! Anyway …

I imagined myself in Rocky Balboa’s state under the shower at the beginning of Rocky V .Not that I am anywhere near the Italian Stallion’s awesomeness but somehow , whenever I stand under a shower, resigned, out of sheer exhaustion, I imagine me in his shoes. Having taken Ivan Drago’s machinated mayhem of punches … his head reels from the shock.

My head too keeps reeling … from the jingoism of writing the last story, the fatigue of the just-concluded exams and the want to see mom …

8 hours to home.

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Random PJ (overheard in 1997)

8th standard Physics Lecturer: Kavith! Define light !!

Kavith Abrol: Sir! 😀 …. Roshni !!!

Lecturer: Kavith! I dont know who she is but you can go after her when you grow up ….

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Quote(s) of the day

1) “So your blog seems  to be challenging TRPs of many TV shows 😛 “

– Deepak.D  w.r.t the recent story

2)“The problem with dating dream girls is that they have a tendency to become real.”

-the protagonist, Yuri Orlov from “Lord of War”

“Night of the Flip Top”: Epilogue

All was well ! 🙂

Subbu was re-united with his love and thankfully, with his sanity! 😛

She went back to college.To attend classes.She would obviously be back to the hospital in the evening.Meanwhile, Sandy (who had his classes can celled) and I kept Subbu company. Thats when the whole story came out.

A few hours later, I was walking outside the hospital corridor with Subbu’s dad. I suddenly asked,

Uncle ! I always wanted to buy a flip top mobile myself.Where did you get one for Subbu?

Which one son?

“The one he lost,the black flip top with the red indicator bulb !”

“Abbulu! But that one was lost by Subbu last week!”

“Oh!”

If he lost it last week … then … ??? I didn’t ask anything else.

I suddenly remembered. Subbu had a very unique talent

A couple of years ago, we were all doing random BC on top of OBH (Old boys hostel). All were drunk. We challenged him to scare us. He suddenly cut his wrist very close to the vein.Blood splurged out as he squeezed his arm. We were almost pissing in our pants. :O And then the demon of a boy laughed.He didn’t cut his vein but had this ability of making people think that the harmless ‘cut-and-squeeze-technique’ was a vein-cutting suicide attempt. I used to wonder what he’s doing studying engineering instead of surgery!!

But why did I remember this arbitrarily?

And so that evening … I was alone, walking down the long back-road of IIIT once again reflecting. Suddenly I realized many things at once …

Subbu once wounded his leg with a one inch deep hole! Another time, he cut his left palm where a hook cut through his thumb and a litre of blood gushed out! Even then he never panicked.They used to call him non-receptory to pain. But then why did he get all so psyched out when he cut his wrist. WAIT !!! What if it was not genuine panic at all …. ??

Then the thought struck.The vein cutting pseudo suicide attempt ?? :O

This girl …bloody image management ??? he said (reference : Episode 1)

Image management ? :O

The flip top was lost Last week !!! his dad said.

What ? The Flip top was never there lhe previous night ???

She thought of consuming sleeping pills !!! I remembered. Poor girl !!

There were rumours of his previous girl friend before coming to IIIT ending up in a mental asylum … but we brushed it aside as rumours born because others were envious of his good acads, deep pockets, beautiful girl friend, etc.,

It all seemed true now !! Mind Games ?????

Ha ha ha ! he laughed as my mind was about to explode.

I turned around and looked into the eyes of Satan.

SO you finally realized , dear lad !! he said.

But ..but ! could say nothing.Satan was standing right in front of me, in the IIITian long road.

“That boy Subhash is my master piece!” He snickered and vanished.

“Hell fire in brimstone!” I exclaimed. Did I imagine this diabolical presence?I looked across at the acad-building.It was 7:30 PM.There they were, Subbu and his girl walking hand in hand.

I didn’t know what to say when I suddenly realized.That … Satan, who spoke to me just a few seconds ago and the boy walking with that innocent girl were both the same single person ….. :O

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Home-made Story-end Video (contains Black Sabbath, character-relevations and credits)

the story terminates with me imagining Subbu singing this song …

Night of the Flip Top: Episode 3 – Psychedelia

Narrator: Subbu, the protagonist of this story.

Episode 3

I couldn’t sleep anticipating what was in store in the morning the next day.I was going to meet her outside at the academic block for the first time.Well I mean meeting her for the first time in a pre-arranged rendevous. It was a early-morning walk date @ 5AM if you would like to call it that !!How/ why did we suddenly decide to do this.Thats an another story ….

Dhud Dhud dhud dhud !! went the door. I woke up from my trance.Now i remembered ! I had that hallucination again, that of a red-clad witch leaping at me.Or was it a nightmare.Whatever it was ..everything suddenly vanished and I found himself at a certain place in IIIT. The main path in front of the acad-block.A dream of the past ..deja vu’….

He ran across thinking it was already late.The time was 5:10 AM.She wasn’t there.He was walking back.Now he was on the adjacent road that leads to the Old Boys Hostel,he was at a place around 10 feet away from the Girls Hostel entrance, in front of the New Boys Hoste (NBH) mess.Maybe she decided not to come.And then, his sixth instinct made him turn around.He saw her walking out of her hostel.She didnt see him perhaps because it was still dark.She was far away going in the opposite direction towards the acad block, their scheduled meeting place.He didnt want her to think he was late and not serious about the entire meeting.So he took two strides back and then sprinted forward…. but who was he ? Oh no ! That face! Its me …. and so I was running when …

Dhud Dhud Dhud …. the door sound was going beserk.

“What do you want you psycho?” I shouted without opening the door miffed at Sandy screwing up my deja vu’ experience.

“You are the psycho. Why the f***k were you screaming?”

“Arre sorry ra … just a bad dream”

“Subbu! Please sleep! Dont think so much”

“Okay and thanks”

I was scared to sleep.I would either see the witch or I would see her.The latter vision’s painful while the former is scary, dirty and disgusting.

At 4AM it glowed again.I picked it up.A hand , an old wrinkled hand came out of the red light!!!!!!

It was covered in blood ..my blood !! :O It was long and it thrust across right through my mouth and twisted my oesophagus.I wanted to shout, my wind pipe was blocked and so no sound came out.I was choking …choking to death …

“What if we break up ?” i asked her playfully.She turned serious.I was until then of the assumption that city girls don’t turn serious at such stupid queries. And she looked at me straight in the eye..”If we break up I won’t survive!!”

I woke up! It was 4:05 AM!! Did I doze off again? Didnt the flip top glow.Where is the demonic hand that was killing me. Then i remembered … “If we break up I will not survive!” and then …“Die ! You shall suffer ..”

“Folks at home might never agree to this relationship, Subbu! ” She said. “I just want to know that in case we split in future , you will be okay” This made me snap. It hurt me that the same girl who was in love with me, who got all restless if I didnt call her for more than one day..said this !!!! Then started the arguments!

Yes! I decided to give her a call.We could talk this over.When she said whatever she said, it was a girl yearning for your emotional support and nothing else.They are girls after all.They can’t be direct.They are scared of the consequences.It doesn’t matter! Time to be the strong knight !! She was a part of me and I should finish it the right way.

Abruptly, The flip top flashed its red!!!

Hello ?

Hello SUbhash!

Baby ! Its you ..I was just about to call you

Listen ! We are done! I thought of telling senti things to you for the last time,But you don’t deserve that and dont know how to treat a girl.You dont deserve me.I loved you all along and you hurt me so much that an emotional part of me died inside! Can’t believe you were snickering when I was crying back there.Bye …

I wanted to tell her, shout at her to stop talking nonsense.I still loved her and it hurt him as much when she cried.But she hung up.I wanted to call her.But then, the flip top started glowing again. A head started coming out of it … that of a witch in red …this time a beautiful one … it looked like my girl …what is this ???

I was going mad.It was an emotional disaster.She’s gone and now the witch’s taken over her.And she’s again coming back to kill me. Aaaaah !!

I love you and will die without you!

So why are you making me die you lil’ … I was going nuts.I wanted to kill myself.I called her ..she was not picking up calls. I saw outside ..there she was ..in a helicopter …with that Prof. from downtown… aaaah ..what is happening to me .. hallucination within a nightmare.Or maybe a nightmare in a hallucination.What the fish !! I don’t like fish! But i Love chicken! But I gave it up for her anyway because she was vegetarian.The helicopter! She was eating chicken with the rich kid.Shit ! My chicken apetite had been tricked out of me.Now she’s eating chicken, and that too with Prof.Kamal , what ridiculousness !!!But where the f***k did the helicopter come from in IIIT …

You shall suffer …!!

Now I get it ! The curse ! The curse was working ..I was going insane.But she was in the helicopter.At the same time, how was she coming out of the flip top.Two places at once!! Wait !! Aha….. yes! The bloody flip top! The bloody flip top.I was going to take my pen knife and break the red bulb in the flip top….hahaha !

And then it happened, by the time I snapped out of this night mare I deliriously took the pen-knife from under my bed and cut my wrist! I rushed out of my room.I couldn’t think ..blood was splurging out.I ran out of the hostel, shouting.It was 4:30 Am.No one was coming out.The loss of blood was making me faint.

I saw a senior of mine, abbulu walking towards me.He caught me from falling.I passed out.

I woke up a day later.I looked into the eyes of the red witch 😛 … no !sorry! The girl I loved! She said “Subbu! Please get better fast ! So that I can beat you up for this stupid suicide attempt”

I wanted to say it was an accident but chose not to.She said, “Lets forget everything and be like before!”

“You tell me” I blurted out (She thinks I almost killed myself for her)

“You tell me.You said you hated me na? ” my wonderful girl was on the verge of crying on my bandaged wrist

” No I dont.I love you so much” I said and knew I was speaking the truth …

Abbulu looked at me and smiled.I came to know later that he told my parents (they were there too) that it was an accident.That way they wont blame the girl for anything and will continue to love her for being their son’s life 🙂

Sandy was there too.

• But well! Its like this.Abbulu and Sandy think it was a suicide attempt.
• But they think they lied to my parents that it was an accident, to avoid unnecessary panic.
• My parents think that they are letting her think it was a suicide attempt for the while because she was so psyched out.
• She thinks I loved her so much that I chose to kill myself. The wonderful girl of mine later told me that she was thinking of taking an overdose of sleeping pills at 4:30 AM.Thats when Sandy called her telling her about my alleged suicide attempt. (And yes! She never called me to say we were done! That was part of the bad dream)

But where is the flip top! Guess in my panic! I threw it off somewhere when I cut my wrist.

Hope no one finds it. We dont want the witch’s hand going into their throat do we? v;)

– Subbu

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(Dont you miss the Epilogue 😉 )

Night of the Flip Top: Episode 2 – The Glow in Red !!

Narrator: Sandy, Subbu’s best friend and hostel-sidey (next door neighbor) , by what he knows being Subbu’s best buddy , by what Subbu told him in the past and by what Subbu told him in the hospital room (following the former’s suicide attempt)

Episode 2

“I know it glowed red ! I just know ! ” , he yelled at himself in his mind.He got down to study. To take his mind off her, off his break up , and of course the freakish second for which the flip top flashed its red!

“Do you believe in ghosts or curses ?” He asked her while she was sitting behind him on the bike, their ride back to the IIITian residential campus after one of those hauntingly mushy, emotion-laden outings. It had been 3 months into the committed phase of the relationship. He somehow believed that she was everything he wanted, his world. And they were inseparable.

Die! … You shall suffer ! ….. I dont know you ! ….. The boy I loved is dead!

A girl’s sorrow does not go unpaid for ….

Suddenly Subbu woke up.Shit! His mind cleared all these memories and visions. It was midnight already. He had the CAT mock exam next Sunday and he had hardly started preparing.

When did i doze off ? F**k!! he thought.He looked at the phone by instinct.The red light was glowing.He knew it.She would call.He didn’t decide whether he wanted to sweet talk or just fling all the anger inside him at her. “I dont want to do anything with her” He thought. (though I believe, knowing him for 3 long years … he desperately longed to be with her again)

He flicked the flip top open. No shit !! Nothing …

I remember even now. He rushed out of his room at half past midnight.He was sweating. He often had bad dreams.

But ever since she came into his life his dreams stopped.His insomnia vanished. True indeed the idiot was madly in love in with her. They loved sitting and talking for ages by the IIITian academic building ‘s parking lot. She cured him of his insomnia.He evn introduced her to his mother. Perhaps she eventually is his path to salvation.

I talked him into calming down. Perhaps it was the trauma of his break up.He went inside.

At around 2 AM, the phone made a sound.The red light flashed.He was scared to death.He was having hallucinations,that of a huge slime-drenched witch coming to kiss him.She wore red and had red lip stick.

Yucks ! he thought.That thought lasted for around 10 seconds. But suddenly, his mind cleared. It is her! he thought. Suddenly his fear didn’t work anymore … he longed to hear her voice.His ego prevented him from thinking of apologies but that can be dealt later.He picked up the phone.

Shucks! It was just a stupid Airtel offer ad. He put it down.

What had been a fear now became a longing. In his heart of hearts, he yearned for the red light to glow again … It will kill me.That girl will destroy me.But I dont care.All I want is a call from her.When will the red light glow ….

He loved her perhaps, so much that the mental effort/force which he used to block her out, affected his rationality.

And then I heard a yell.I ran to his room.He didnt open the door. He just kept shouting …

“The red witch with leaking-slime is here! She was hiding in the haunted mobile all along! She’s going for my b***s! Aaaaah !”I knew it …. Aaaaah!!”

(to be continued … next Episode the story ends)

Night of the Flip Top: Episode 1- break it down …

Narrator : Me , good ol’ abbulugadu …reproducing what Subbu told me after his suicide attempt

Episode 1

Die ! She shouted at him ! amidst a bucketful of tears.

“Ridiculous !” Subbu wondered “She always lets loose on me whenever she gets angry.I treat her like a little baby and never said anything.But,for the first time, I snap , scold and shout , she acts like someone stole her ….ok shut up! Do you even need to think about this?”

His girlfriend walked away, stooping and crying with fainted breaths.” She does that when she is unable to control her hurt, her humiliation, her wounded pride”. He felt evil.He felt bad-ass.He was immersed in the sadistic pleasure of dominating the situation.And he didn’t regret it.He felt she deserved it. “Its done I knew I would be okay even without her.Yucks ! What the hell was I thinking an year ago when I proposed.Soul mate and all katte ?? Yucks !!”

Later they talked to each other on the phone for one last round of verbal projectiles. “A girl’s sorrow is not seen unpaid for You shall suffer and then will realize how much I loved you.You are not the one I loved. The boy I loved is dead. ” And she hung up ….

Subbu thought … “blah blah blah” .

“BLAH BLAH BLAH “!!!Those were the only words he could think of .He didn’t want to think about her. It was done.Its over. He forciby told himslf that he always thought he never loved her.Why did he date her then? Because I just wanted some girl friend Goddamnit he told himself “Bloody image management !?!?!”

“Is that a curse ?” He asked himself …

“You shall suffer …” She said !! It kept ringing in his ears. But he seemed perfectly fine overall. “David Baldocci would be proud of me … I am not weak … I am stone cold in her context” These thoughts gave him a dark-sided feeling of absolute machismo.

He looked at his brand new flip top Nokia cell. It had a red light which indicated new messages and calls coming in.

Gosh ! He was so proud of owning it and hers was the first number he dialed when he bought it a month ago. 99% (I think it was 99.5% as claimed by Subhash, but who bloody cares about statistics) of the calls were from her.And now they became even more unmissed by him because of that red light!!! It glew and it was eye-candy, the salvation when he was away from her. Messages, phone calls, missed calls … what not !!At an average of a call/msg per hour when they were awat from each other …

It was in silent mode now.Noways, he went off to sleep.A couple of hours later, he woke up in his room.the dingy little room in the first floor of the Old Boys Hostel.He rushed to the loo.And returned only to find the red light glowing.

An urge surged through him , like electricity! He wanted to pick up the cell and call her back! Perhaps, I feel, he impulsively felt the pain of being seperated from a girl he until the fight, thought, was his soul.

Then again .. he shouted at himself “What ? Call the ***** back ? No frigging way I wont” He lambasted himself. But the urge , the instinct pushed him, pushed him to pick up the phone and flick the flip top open.There was nothing, no missed call.

He closed it back!It was ok now.He called a friend of his and asked him to give him a missed call.To check if the red light is faulty.But it seemed fine.

But why did it glow back then ….

(to be continued … )

“Night of the Flip Top” : Prologue

**FOREWORD: This story is neither purely fictional nor purely true. However, any resemblance to real life characters and incidents is err …. I would say …. unoffensively intentional **

So I was walking down that same IIITian road, the road I always used to run on in the early hours of the morning, before the dew fell on the leaves during autumn, before the Sun rose from across the library building, a time before I lost my soul , a time when the running man was still alive and kicking …..

Aaah ! Gachobowli Institute of Technology ! I thought. I playfully call this place that 🙂 Wonderful place it was. I remember when I came, people looked down upon it. Called it a fradulent institute. Many didn’t know it had the “Deemed University” status. People cribbed at me for not going to NIT Warangal or Osmania or JNTU though getting the ECE dept. seat there too.

Anyway I was walking down twondering how times have changed.The brand strength of IIIT has reached a novel level, a level of high national visibility. I was happy, happy that someday I will proudly sing that song I The same song I used to sing when I was still a peaceful person …the song that goes like …. I am a IIITian ….in the tune of the famous I am a disco dancer verse !!

And then … I stumbled across him … Subhash aka Subbu! The current final year student. He was bleeding profusely at his wrist. Subbu the strongman ?? Suicide ? Wtf , mate ?

A suicide attempt !?!?! At IIIT ?? I thought.And all the more over this has to happen when an alumnus like myself decides to come back to the IIITian campus and go on a lonely,calm walk across memory lane … x(

I called for the ambulance, then called up his friends.And because I was on a vacation anyway and had nothing to do, I went along with him.

He was out of danger.The next morning he regained his stability.I was looking into the eyes of a boy who was weakened by something.Something so painful that he was shrinking from within. His friends had to go back since they had a class.His parents were informed.They were on their way from their hometown in Cuddapah .

Hope his rich dad doesnt think its a factionsist attack from his rival zamindars.Then we will have vest and lungi clad idiots with swords in campus shouting at everyone for harming their chinna babu (little lord !?!?! )

And then Subbu got up and shouted, Did the light glow ?again ? And broke down ….

(the “Night of the flip top” starts from the next post ..stay tuned …for one hell of a psychological ride)