Pixie cut and Rugby Butt
It was yet another miserable Saturday for Jeev.
Wrapped in a
warm blanket on his cozy bed, He found it hard to get out. After having a
hearty meal; two toasts and warm chocolate milk, the same thing he was having every
morning since last one year, he lay in there, the whole day. It was not that he
had problems with his health, he was perfectly fine; being an aspiring actor he
made sure to stay fit. The full body medical check-up he had undergone last
week also gave him 100 % fitness score but, it was just that his mood did not
permit him to get out of his bed, maybe he was depressed.
Jeev talked to himself looking into the darkness enveloped
in his thick black blanket. If not for the office, in order to get out of the bed
he used to trick his mind; cheering it up, by playing a picture of old
memories, his times of growing up, playing piano on streets, acting in plays , riding
on bicycle to the hill top with his father, painting pictures in his home garden on
Saturday afternoon, talking to his father’s mistress. Bam! That did jolt him up
to get out of the bed.
Jeev jumped out of bed in one swift motion, did twenty
pushups, picked up the water bottle and went in the balcony of his 3 BHK
apartment in the posh locality of South Mumbai.
Looking at the people
moving in the garden in front of his eyes, Jeev thought, he must be doing
something wrong. He was never like this; the dull tree, he was more of a shrub,
the stylized shrub which made gardens look pretty.
It had been a year in the new city still he had no one to
spend time with, No friends, and no relatives. He didn’t like hanging out with
his office colleagues. He considered them as mere stakeholders in his money
munching business. Any sort of exchange with them was mere transaction.
Entangled in his brooding, while taking a sip from his water
bottle, Jeev saw a woman bending to take out a suitcase from her car’s
backseat. She had short hair, pixie cut to be precise, decent biceps, and a
wonderful butt. Gosh! The blue jeans augmented it’s beauty. Jeev’s eyes fixated
themselves on the little wonder, a butt
like a rugby ball placed on its goal point.
The girl was of average height probably five six. Her skin
looked dusky and she walked briskly. Jeev wanted to see her face, but he
couldn’t, all he could see was that she was entering the reception of his
building.
Jeev’s breath increased, he quickly wore his track pants,
grabbed a shirt and wore it on the way while moving out. After closing his
apartment door he moved towards the lift. He waited there for a while, in
double minds, to take the lift or to walk down the stairs....
He was about to press the lift button when he saw the floor
Numbers change on elevator display screen. She must have taken the lift he
hoped and deduced analytically. He waited for the numbers to stop. The lift
stopped on 3rd floor without thinking much, he rushed down from his
4th floor. By the time he reached 3rd floor, She was entering
an apartment. It was 306 or 308, Jeev couldn’t properly see, he had forgotten his glasses. Any ways he
said, I know the door. He went near the door, it was 306.
He stretched his hand to ring the bell, but retracted it
back, what was he doing? What was giving him this courage to chase this girl?
Was it his desperation to meet new people, his depression or pure lust
triggered by her wonderful butt?
He stood there, outside the door, thinking how horrible a
person he was, he tried it hard but his desire didn’t let him move. The desire
to see her face, hear her voice, converse with her, run his fingers in her
pixie cut bouncy hair; half red, half blue, glued him to the floor. He couldn’t
think of anything else.
His mind finally made him sail above the ocean of sinful
desires and made him realize how awkward it would be to just ring a bell and
enter her apartment. What would he say? Why he is here? He tried to recall some
pickup lines then wondered, do girls
really like them ? and even if they do, she would think him a creep and maybe
call security guards. He needed to think of a better way, something which could
make him enter her house and talk to her for a while.
While he was in his train of thoughts, he heard a voice. “Hey
Jeev!, whats up boy” He was his laptop repair guy Gaurav. I am good, Jeev
replied. “You live on 4th floor right, here to meet anyone, anyways
do you know Roli” Jeev said Ms Roli? The repair guy said, “Ya this 306 woman “
Jeev Said, oh yeah! Ms Roli. Hey Gaurav, I need a favour,
can I do her laptop repair instead of you. You know the problem is big Gaurav.
Gaurav said, I don’t know what to say, the one who analyses sports data on TV
is going to repair a laptop. Go ahead! But beware, Ms Roli is a big nuisance,
she curses a lot.
Gaurav handed over his paraphernalia and said “I will wait
in reception” Jeev grabbed them all and after seeing that Gaurav had gone out
of sight, he rang the bell. A young woman with long hair opened the door. He
was dejected.
She said “ Yes?” Jeev
spoke that he was there to repair her laptop. Ms Roli let him enter the house.
The house was in a messy state, there were clothes everywhere. It was like a
laundry house. Roli grabbed a truckload of clothes and made space for Jeev to
sit on sofa. Jeev reluctantly sat on sofa and removed empty beer bottles from
table in front of him to place his laptop on it.
“So you live alone” Jeev asked. No! Roli said
“who else ?” Jeev again asked. “are you paid to ask questions?,
just replace the damaged keyboard of my laptop and leave” Roli angrily replied and
walked away cursing softly.
Jeev stood and quickly checked the adjacent room to find
her, the girl who had made him do all this nonsense activity on his miserable Saturday.
Failing to find her, he was about to enter the next adjacent room when Ms Roli
shouted out “ How dare you, you little bastard!”
Jeev dumbly replied “I was, I was, I was looking for your
laptop” He couldn’t meet her eyes, and then on noticing her laptop below a pile
of her books, added “ and it is right there”.
Roli said in a dry tone “drink this water and do your work “
After drinking a glassful of water Jeev was about to sit on
sofa but went unconscious and fell flat on the floor.
..........
When his eyes opened he saw a man dressed in pink jacket,
long hair, half blue half red. He had hair like the Rugby Butt girl. Jeev
thought his mind had tricked him, was his best friend right in saying that," Jeev you have
bisexual inclination?". Jeev tried to rub his eyes but couldn’t as his hands
were tied with a rope to the pillar in the room. Ms Roli threw a glass of water on his face
and brought him to senses.
Roli spoke “We had been eyeing on you for long, aspiring
actor, sports analyst, and a lonely person. We traced your cyber profile too, a
sports analyst in day time, liking unknown girls and actresses pictures during
night. We researched your History and your old encounter with your, oh sorry that
would hurt, with your dad’s mistress and your male friend on same day, anyways,
We were sure that your two way desires would make you fall for my boy’s butt.”
Roli shouted, Camera boy focus “we will start our
questionnaire and make this show famous, we will become rich just like other
producers on TV”
Jeev couldn’t believe, he pleaded please relieve me.
The pixie cut, Rugby Butt boy replied “only after this pilot
episode is shot my hot bod, don’t worry relax! we are making you famous and
life is only about being famous!, isn’t it? ”
