A Realistic Fiction !!

Thanks to Sreenath for giving me a place to write in his blog. I am Remitha and people call me Remo, one of Sreenath's close friends.May be the 99th in his list of 100 friends :). One among the 5 million IT force in India. When he asked me write one post in his blog, thought for a while and then told him that I would write something from my heart and here goes my story :

A Realistic Fiction !!

May, 2008 : Early Morning (9.45 am) in the weekend:

The day was special for me. I woke up bit early to Tring..Tring...Tring..Tring...
ring tone, rather noise of my roomie's(the 85 kg weight conscious Pinky's) mobile phone.
A contemporary mallu who does all the sins in the eyes of a metro attitude girl like me....wakes up early morning 6.30, brushes teeth before having the tea, takes bath before break fast, does not 'even' flirt. Its now easy to describe me. Sparing the fact, that both of us are girls and we both are from Kerala, we are just opposite in all other spheres. She was busy running on the treadmill. That poor machine always had a soft corner in my heart. The treadmill was tortured so much that, I wouldn't be surprised, if one fine morning the treadmill turned to be a beautiful princess after getting salvation, like what happened to Ahalya in Ramayana. As the shrill ring tone pierced my ears drums, I yelled from my bed..'Pinkyyyyyyyy..you and your bloody mobile...keep it near you..'
I hate when I am disturbed from sleep. To intensify my wrath, she asked me to see who it was, as if she was in some important meetings with the CEOs of the top 100 'most admired companies'.I controlled my anger, as I dint want adrenalin to kill my sleep causing enzymes or hormones(whatever..my medicine entrance rank was larger than the pin code of my examination center..). I took the Nokia N91 silver coated mobile phone in my right palm. Looked at the screen with one eye open. The wall paper was Pinky posing with her boy friend. 'It is from Sanjana', I said in a cold tone. Pinky stopped the treadmill. The ambiance that you get when the rice mill operator stops the engine. She came out of the treadmill(of course, swearing
me for not asking Sanaja what the matter was...). Sanjana was her class mate in college. With whom she shared everything, from the bench in the class to the secrets in her heart.
'Hi Sanju..Tell me da..whats up there ?'
'Can you please go out and talk..I want to sleep' I said. She left the room. I battled with my sleep expediting enzymes/hormones. I could not sleep though i kept my eyes closed. She came back after her quick byte session. She saw me 'sleeping' and mumbled, 'Lucky girl..No one to distrub her from her routines..No close friends..'
No close friends..No close friends..No close friends..The words triggered the turmoil in my mind. Had she given the statement two years back, when I was in my college, I could give a list of at least 25 names of my close friends.

Eyes closed I went back to my 'good' old college days...always roamed with the
group of 5- Sunny, Sajila(I call her sallu), Shafiq, Vibhi and I. I used to sit with Sallu and Reshmi on either sides of my seat. Reshmi, was a moving library..Her notes book collection often put our department library to shame, in terms of the contents. She equally
famous among the juniors and seniors and her entry to the library was often compared to elephant in the sugar cane field.

Sreenath and his dear dearest friend (rather wife), Rajiv used to sit in the bench towards my right. Sreenath then always had stubble and felt himself to be Shahrukh in Chak de though I must say, he was no better than the hockey stick that Shahrukh uses, a thin, fair fellow with an air of superiority always around him (He will be regretting now to have given me a chance to write in his blog..he he..dude..it happens.. ).
Rajiv was always keen on two things, one show off and the other girls. He had good track record of what all nail polishes, hair bands, sandals etc etc that we girls use.
Sreenath had a very close friend in our class, Shikha. 152 cm tall, with long plaited hair, always used to sit in the front bench. I disliked her for two reasons. One she always pretended to be innocent and two Sreenath always used to tell good about her. Next to Shikha, sat Sogy, who more or less resembled the teddy bear that is there in my show case. Sogy was too intelligent that she dint know that 'quantum' and 'cond**' were different things...how far is 5 kms...when is next week..where few of her famous questions.
In the seat behind Rajiv's sat Sabi - typical mallu, with all useless morals and a die-hard fan of play back singer Sujatha. Can you belive he e-mailed Sujatha, her first song that she herself dint have a copy of. I had totally ignored all these people as none of them were yo-yos like my Sunny/Vibhi/Shafiq.

Sunny..handsome..rich...good singer..ramp walk model..dancer..cricketer..renowned tennis player..my elder brother..
Shafiq..handsome..friendly..cute..selfless friend..my real brother..
Vibhi..A kerala purushotam..good classical singer..tall..my younger brother..
I used to complain that god never gave me a brother, as I had only a sister..after meeting them i thanked god..coz he gave me three brothers in a row..I felt my gang to be the most elite ones ever formed in the history of our college.

Sreenath, I am sorry I cannot complete my story in a single post, so please leave some space for me to write more..

More to come...