It was year 2009. I don't exactly remember why, but I sent Aravind a text message. He replied saying 'who is this?’. Only then did I realize that he didn't have my contact, but I knew for sure that he had my mom's number stored under my name. My eyes went ablaze as I sensed the opportunity.
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'Which Abi?'
'Abi from your class'
'lol, who Abi?'
I got really frustrated at this point and I mindlessly replied,
'Dei naaye, Abirami da'
'Oh, Hi'
What the... how did he not smoke me out for that? Any-ways, now that he acknowledged my fake identity, I was exposed to a world of possibilities. Later, he asked, 'Who gave you my number?'
'Raj Kumar' I said, making a mental note to later ask him to play along.
I then sent Kishore, Bivinlin and Gowtham a text each, asking them to suggest me the name of girl, a classmate, around whom I can spin a tale. I also notified them about my attempts to make a fool out of Aravind. They sent me a name each, but none rang a bell whatsoever. So I selected one on my own. After a few minutes of mirthful confabulation, I was certain that Araba was genuinely falling for my trickery. When the time felt right, I said 'A girl from our class is so madly in love with you'. His reply didn't take long to come by. In fact, none of them did. But if it were me or some other boy that were to text him, it would've taken him a lifetime to respond.
'OMG, who?' He asked.
'It’s Raasi'
'Abi from your class'
'lol, who Abi?'
I got really frustrated at this point and I mindlessly replied,
'Dei naaye, Abirami da'
'Oh, Hi'
What the... how did he not smoke me out for that? Any-ways, now that he acknowledged my fake identity, I was exposed to a world of possibilities. Later, he asked, 'Who gave you my number?'
'Raj Kumar' I said, making a mental note to later ask him to play along.
I then sent Kishore, Bivinlin and Gowtham a text each, asking them to suggest me the name of girl, a classmate, around whom I can spin a tale. I also notified them about my attempts to make a fool out of Aravind. They sent me a name each, but none rang a bell whatsoever. So I selected one on my own. After a few minutes of mirthful confabulation, I was certain that Araba was genuinely falling for my trickery. When the time felt right, I said 'A girl from our class is so madly in love with you'. His reply didn't take long to come by. In fact, none of them did. But if it were me or some other boy that were to text him, it would've taken him a lifetime to respond.
'OMG, who?' He asked.
'It’s Raasi'
On learning this, he started dowsing me with all his exasperating exclaims. I had to bear with them all. We then chatted till nightfall, nothing intimate though, I had decided to save them all for the next day.
It was a fabulous Sunday morning and I woke up with a spring in my step. And guess what? Araba had already dropped me a message. I wanted to spice things up that day and so I asked my friends to send him a text which contained something like…
'Dei Raasi unna love panralame?'
He obviously asked them how they knew. They just blatantly replied that Abirami had started exchanging texts with them too. And Of course, he enquired the same with me (Abi), but thank goodness he didn’t linger on that topic for too long. To add even more Drama, I sent my mom's contact to Araba and asked him, 'Do you know whose number this is? He keeps nagging me with all these texts and he doesn't even reveal himself'
In no time at all, I got a reply,
'lol, it's Sanjay'.
There, I somehow managed to bring myself into the story.
'But how did he get my number...?'
'Dei Abirami ku text panriya? Ava number epdi kedachuthu?' Araba's message flashed on my Mom's cell.
'Gowtham kuduthan da' I said. (I also replied to the few other questions that he later asked).
Enacting my script kept me so preoccupied that day, I hadn't been that busy in all my life. I had to simultaneously text Araba from two different mobiles and also had to keep my friends posted every now and then, they were hungry for news. I later took my mom's cell out of the scenario as it proved to be too much to handle. However, Araba was relentless in asking me all those crappy questions like, what are my favorite colors and this and that. I was inclined to reply (psst!). But I still craved for the day to be even more exhilarating. So...
'I have a huge crush on a boy from our class' I told Aravind.
'lol, who?' he asked.
'Samuel'
I hadn't got to know Sam as much as I would've wanted to by then, so I was having second thoughts about bringing him into the scenario. Anyways, it was already too late to take back what I said, so I decided to play along with it.
'What doing?' Araba asked me that afternoon. It was a very pleasant evening, a perfect time for romance. So I said
'Just fantasizing a duet with Sam'
It was dusk and I was sprawled in bed with my earphones on. Araba sent me yet another text,
'lol, who?' he asked.
'Samuel'
I hadn't got to know Sam as much as I would've wanted to by then, so I was having second thoughts about bringing him into the scenario. Anyways, it was already too late to take back what I said, so I decided to play along with it.
'What doing?' Araba asked me that afternoon. It was a very pleasant evening, a perfect time for romance. So I said
'Just fantasizing a duet with Sam'
'lol, carry on', he replied.
Knowing my school, where objectifying a girl in any way is punishable by death, if the real Abirami were to know I misused her name, and if she were to file a complaint with the school authorities, I would certainly have to face suspension. The thought of it made a chill run down my spine. I wanted to take all possible precautions, and so I told Aravind
'Just because I text you, it doesn't mean you are free to come talk to me'
'lol, I have never had a conversation with you, why would I want to do it now?' He said.
'Good'
That went really well.
Knowing my school, where objectifying a girl in any way is punishable by death, if the real Abirami were to know I misused her name, and if she were to file a complaint with the school authorities, I would certainly have to face suspension. The thought of it made a chill run down my spine. I wanted to take all possible precautions, and so I told Aravind
'Just because I text you, it doesn't mean you are free to come talk to me'
'lol, I have never had a conversation with you, why would I want to do it now?' He said.
'Good'
That went really well.
It was dusk and I was sprawled in bed with my earphones on. Araba sent me yet another text,
'Hey I lost your contact number, call me once so I can store it'. To help him with his pesky problem, I gave him a call and quickly cut it off before he could answer.
'What did you just do?' he asked. Only then did it hit me that I'd been made a fool of (I still can't believe I fell for that stupid trick, It must’ve been because I was so involved in the day’s events). I didn't know what to reply, I was stranded. Araba sent another one,
'I didn't know you were this stupid'.
For this I had an appropriate answer,
'If only you knew how stupid you really are!', I said.
He didn't understand what I implied (Of course not, how would he?).
The hour was getting late and I had almost reached my messaging limit. I had just one more free message left in my pack. This is when Araba asked me 'Shall I tell Sam about all this?'
'What did you just do?' he asked. Only then did it hit me that I'd been made a fool of (I still can't believe I fell for that stupid trick, It must’ve been because I was so involved in the day’s events). I didn't know what to reply, I was stranded. Araba sent another one,
'I didn't know you were this stupid'.
For this I had an appropriate answer,
'If only you knew how stupid you really are!', I said.
He didn't understand what I implied (Of course not, how would he?).
The hour was getting late and I had almost reached my messaging limit. I had just one more free message left in my pack. This is when Araba asked me 'Shall I tell Sam about all this?'
Hell no, moron.
'No, please don’t' I said.
That drained my message booster. But the faggot replied 'lol I already called him, he knows'. It seems so juvenile to think of it now, but I almost had my heart in my throat when I read that text. I swore under by breath will all profanity and then, not minding the charges, I sent him another text.
'What did he say?'
'lol, Nothing'
I was anxious at school the next morning, as I briefly narrated the weekend's events to Gowtham. I also kept chanting silent prayers for Araba and Abirami to not converse with each other on their way to class. When Araba laid his eyes upon us that morning; he went straight for our feet, saying 'Dei yaaru kittayum antha matter ah sollathinga da' (I heaved a sigh of relief). It felt so alleviating to know that he didn't screw things up for me. Later, Sam entered the class, headed straight for Araba and they started hissing to each other. Bivinlin (who arrived a short while later) joined me and Gowtham, and we started cracking jokes together. I don't exactly know what Araba filled him up with, but Sam stood up from his place, glared at all three of us and blurted 'Ithukulam ivanunga than da karanam'. Sam almost made me believe that he despised being adored by a girl. Such acting!
'No, please don’t' I said.
That drained my message booster. But the faggot replied 'lol I already called him, he knows'. It seems so juvenile to think of it now, but I almost had my heart in my throat when I read that text. I swore under by breath will all profanity and then, not minding the charges, I sent him another text.
'What did he say?'
'lol, Nothing'
I was anxious at school the next morning, as I briefly narrated the weekend's events to Gowtham. I also kept chanting silent prayers for Araba and Abirami to not converse with each other on their way to class. When Araba laid his eyes upon us that morning; he went straight for our feet, saying 'Dei yaaru kittayum antha matter ah sollathinga da' (I heaved a sigh of relief). It felt so alleviating to know that he didn't screw things up for me. Later, Sam entered the class, headed straight for Araba and they started hissing to each other. Bivinlin (who arrived a short while later) joined me and Gowtham, and we started cracking jokes together. I don't exactly know what Araba filled him up with, but Sam stood up from his place, glared at all three of us and blurted 'Ithukulam ivanunga than da karanam'. Sam almost made me believe that he despised being adored by a girl. Such acting!
Once the bell rang, we were lined outside the classroom, preparing to head to the auditorium to attend our cycle tests. We didn't fancy having any loose ends in our play, so we struck up a conversation with Raj Kumar and asked him to lie to Araba about giving Abirami his number. One tiny mistake we did was to not heed the presence of Araba right behind us.
And that is how our perfectly good plot came to an end. And that is the day since when we started teasing Aravind with Raasi.
lol.
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