Our Mom's Meet...
Today seems to be entirely a blog day, i have been blogging from the morning but still seem energetic and motivated after our star guys discussions.
Me and suchi have been friends from class 9. But even today when i talk about suchi my mom asks about his mom and the vice versa. The reason is, the incident which made them meet seem to have created an everlasting impression on each other for how they brought up their kids, which was me and suchi.
It was not a normal meeting, in fact they met when suchi and I got suspended from school in class 12. They became good friends after having waited outside the principal's office to collect our detentions and together listen to the story of the valour and strength displayed by their sons. The sad thing was that there should have beem more mom's, but unfortunately me and suchi were the only scape goats. Here's the story....
After our evening football session me, kaushik, suchi, koodu, T.N Aravind and Potlam (R.Karthik) were winding up to go home. We were planning for our regular meet in saravana bhavan for the veg meals (of course with "extra everything" for kaushik). We were in the school cycle stand and Suchi was seated in a quite new BSA deluxe as though he owned the cycle and the company which produced it......In our terms we called it "verrappa ukandhan".....and we were around stading near him.
A junior (10th i guess) who looked like he was born to a crow and cockoroach mix came by and started staring at suchi. Suchi was staring back at him. Finally we realised that this boy owned the cycle which suchi was sitting on. By that time it was late, that boy had abused suchi saying "thevidiya paiyya, erangu da cycle vittu"......he actually though suchi was alone as we were standing a little apart as a different gang. Suchi, even though was harmless by nature, looked like a third grade stunt man those times......he jumped out of the cycle abusing the boy, his mom, his dad and the entire family. He seemed to have a never ending dictionary of words for these purpose. Soon we joined the fight and abused the boy. Had there been a GRE/TOEFL on bad words, we would have got green card in US by this time.
T.N Aravind, was a nervous boy, and well known for his phyco acts (although until the end we never knew suchi was behind it). He slapped and pushed the boy. This "kaka" boy pushed aravind back and that was enough to trigger the fight. Suchi kicked him and the cycle. Koodu came rushing to stop the fight but ended up pushing the boy again. Me and kaushik had our go verbally. Why, even potlam was aggressive. Then we let the boy go. He was crying and started turning the handle bar of the cycle making his way home. We sat and discussed the whole issue, the more we talked about it the more angry we got, how the fuck can a junior come and abuse a senior like that. That too suchi.......not done boys. Lets get up and give him a better lesson.
So, we took our cycles and followed him until we caught him on the busy "amman kovil" bus stop. We stopped him, got him out of the cycle, slapped him again. This time it was aravind. Then suchi pulled out the air from his cycle furiously. I think such was now abusing his great grand father or something......Kaushik and koodu had gone to drink "pazha rasam" from the opposit store. The boy left the place with a torn shirt, disfigured cycle and a slighly swollen face. He resembled an angry crow with its feather sticking out. I gave him 1 re and asked him to fill in air, and not to mess around again. Later i realised that this arsehole had given my name too.
The next day the entire school was talking about our gang's exploits. This gave us an even more "getthu" we had the looks of "dont mess around with us types"......The day was ending when the intercom flashed the announcement. Suchinder and Anand from 12F1 please come to the principal's office. We looked at each other and that instant we knew what we were called for. But we were still happy because the day was almost ending and no suspension that day. So, we walked hand in hand (proud of what we had done) to the principal's office.
There we saw my mom and suchi's mom were already there and chatting happily about something (maybe discussing what their sons role was...my son hit him on the jaw, it was my son who pulled the air out etc). And they gave us an ugly stare (like the are you my son types). We went into the office and then saw the boy and his dad. My instant reaction was our guess of the the boys dad. He indeed resembed a cockroach. After an hour of howling and advices we finally got away with a warning slip each (this was our scholorships, the more we had the better we were).
After coming out of the principal's room, my mom and suchi's mom were still chatting and thus began their never ending friendship....
Me and suchi have been friends from class 9. But even today when i talk about suchi my mom asks about his mom and the vice versa. The reason is, the incident which made them meet seem to have created an everlasting impression on each other for how they brought up their kids, which was me and suchi.
It was not a normal meeting, in fact they met when suchi and I got suspended from school in class 12. They became good friends after having waited outside the principal's office to collect our detentions and together listen to the story of the valour and strength displayed by their sons. The sad thing was that there should have beem more mom's, but unfortunately me and suchi were the only scape goats. Here's the story....
After our evening football session me, kaushik, suchi, koodu, T.N Aravind and Potlam (R.Karthik) were winding up to go home. We were planning for our regular meet in saravana bhavan for the veg meals (of course with "extra everything" for kaushik). We were in the school cycle stand and Suchi was seated in a quite new BSA deluxe as though he owned the cycle and the company which produced it......In our terms we called it "verrappa ukandhan".....and we were around stading near him.
A junior (10th i guess) who looked like he was born to a crow and cockoroach mix came by and started staring at suchi. Suchi was staring back at him. Finally we realised that this boy owned the cycle which suchi was sitting on. By that time it was late, that boy had abused suchi saying "thevidiya paiyya, erangu da cycle vittu"......he actually though suchi was alone as we were standing a little apart as a different gang. Suchi, even though was harmless by nature, looked like a third grade stunt man those times......he jumped out of the cycle abusing the boy, his mom, his dad and the entire family. He seemed to have a never ending dictionary of words for these purpose. Soon we joined the fight and abused the boy. Had there been a GRE/TOEFL on bad words, we would have got green card in US by this time.
T.N Aravind, was a nervous boy, and well known for his phyco acts (although until the end we never knew suchi was behind it). He slapped and pushed the boy. This "kaka" boy pushed aravind back and that was enough to trigger the fight. Suchi kicked him and the cycle. Koodu came rushing to stop the fight but ended up pushing the boy again. Me and kaushik had our go verbally. Why, even potlam was aggressive. Then we let the boy go. He was crying and started turning the handle bar of the cycle making his way home. We sat and discussed the whole issue, the more we talked about it the more angry we got, how the fuck can a junior come and abuse a senior like that. That too suchi.......not done boys. Lets get up and give him a better lesson.
So, we took our cycles and followed him until we caught him on the busy "amman kovil" bus stop. We stopped him, got him out of the cycle, slapped him again. This time it was aravind. Then suchi pulled out the air from his cycle furiously. I think such was now abusing his great grand father or something......Kaushik and koodu had gone to drink "pazha rasam" from the opposit store. The boy left the place with a torn shirt, disfigured cycle and a slighly swollen face. He resembled an angry crow with its feather sticking out. I gave him 1 re and asked him to fill in air, and not to mess around again. Later i realised that this arsehole had given my name too.
The next day the entire school was talking about our gang's exploits. This gave us an even more "getthu" we had the looks of "dont mess around with us types"......The day was ending when the intercom flashed the announcement. Suchinder and Anand from 12F1 please come to the principal's office. We looked at each other and that instant we knew what we were called for. But we were still happy because the day was almost ending and no suspension that day. So, we walked hand in hand (proud of what we had done) to the principal's office.
There we saw my mom and suchi's mom were already there and chatting happily about something (maybe discussing what their sons role was...my son hit him on the jaw, it was my son who pulled the air out etc). And they gave us an ugly stare (like the are you my son types). We went into the office and then saw the boy and his dad. My instant reaction was our guess of the the boys dad. He indeed resembed a cockroach. After an hour of howling and advices we finally got away with a warning slip each (this was our scholorships, the more we had the better we were).
After coming out of the principal's room, my mom and suchi's mom were still chatting and thus began their never ending friendship....
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