And days pass
Writing after a long time. I had decided not to
write because writing would pain and shame me. My happy days were all done with
and all that has followed after this are painful memories that also involve
others who gave me pain. But some friends keep urging me, so I try.
There was one room on the top front of Jain
hostel which accommodated three inmates unlike the other rooms on the ground
floor that had two. This room was often taken by the influential students and
the senior ones. I got to take this room once while in my M.Sc with my chosen
roommates. This was the room which opened to the terrace on both sides. It was
also the room where decisions were taken and porn was watched and liquor was
consumed and the occupant was RESPECTED. I was there for six months.
I had all kinds of partners/roommates while at
Jain Hostel. Arvind Agarwal who is still a dear friend and about whom I had
written in these pages in 2006 was one. It was he who introduced me to Padmini
dhoop sticks. Arvind was my junior by four years in MCC. He got into
engineering in HKE society Engineering college and was my roommate for six
months. Pradeep Oak, a reputed corporate type now and who is the brother in law
of the Late Ananth Kumar ji of the BJP was another roommate. The Patil who went
on to study a lot of pharmacology was one. Sai Krishna was another. All in all
I think I had 10-12 roommates and eventually, though I was a very measly
figure, by virtue of my seniority, I became a respected man. Most people called
me Professor. In all I stayed there for five years from mid-1882 to mid-1887. I
believe I was one person who survived in Jain hostel for the longest time by
being timid and non-controversial. I have repeated this peculiar feat several
times later, including in my present job and my present family as the longest
continuously serving curator in NSC, Delhi (from 1995 to 2015) and as the
longest serving partner of my wife from 1996 till date. By being timid, watery
and suffering.
I had temporarily forgotten Janaki
when I left Wadi for Kerala, but one day, as I was walking towards my home in
1984 holding the hands of my little brother Madhu (he must have been less than
five then), a girl called “Madhu” from behind. Looking back, I found it was a
beautiful young woman. Women have this trick of blooming into a beautiful
flower at a certain age, even if they may have been boyish or stick thin or
silly earlier. It was Janaki and she asked, “That’s his name isn’t it? He is so
cute” and then she petted my brother, pinched his cheeks and so on and I was
smitten all over again. I confided to very few of my friends, because I had
what you would call a reputation – of being ascetic and interested only in
Relativity and Quantum mechanics. It was sometime in 1985 that Janaki got married. My father received an
invitation card from her father. I remember reading the Narayaneeyam of
Melpathur Narayana Bhattathiri, an abridged rendition of the Bhagavatha
Mahapurana in one day (a huge feat indeed). I cut my finger and wrote her name
in my blood and put it inside the Narayaneeyam book asking Lord Guruvayoorappan
to somehow make the impossible possible. Remember that I was a very sober
person and see how love drives a person mad. I was etching printed circuit
boards manually then and I had devised a logo for my boards that had a bold
capital J with a queen’s crown on the top. Sai Krishna knew this as did a few
others like Jayachandran later, and they used to rib me. I and Sai Krishna used
to talk about this while we went on long walks along the Jewargi Road in the
evenings. Sai thought me silly.
That was when I watched Sagarasangamam in the
Sangeet Theatre of Secunderabad. I knew that being a student and unemployed I
could not even hope to marry Janaki. The movie affected me so deeply that I
developed a fever. I was bedridden for 20 days. I recovered and continued with
my life thereafter, albeit with a reduced zest. This was to be my first defeat in the matters
of the heart, with many more to follow. And follow they did ruthlessly. I
propose to write about all my heartbreaks in the coming days, unless curtailed
by readers.