BLACK SCREEN : August 1st 2001 : 11.45pm
Exterior : NIGHT. Darkness. Rain falls heavily on a desolate road that snakes through the Mangalore suburbia. The road is long black and glistering in the rain.Zoom in : To the road where white sneakers splash into muddy puddles almost tripping as the pair of feet run into the rainy night. The Grown of thunder in the background is heard.
Voice over (VO) ( Ishaan Rustle ) [ Breathing heavily] :
"This is Not how this was suppose to happen. "
Th voice of a young boy echoes as Ishaan running in the dark. The rain is heavily battering his red jersey with a hood that covers his head and face. A flash of lightening as he slows down to the Huge board in front of him.
St.XAVIER'S MEDICAL COLLEGE HOSPITAL
Ishaan bends to catch his breath, and then picks up his run into the darkness. The dark opens into a huge hospital with massive side wings extending to either sides. The building is lit by the occasional muffled lightening and the flickering of emergency lights that are powered by the generator groaning in the background.
Top View : The figure jogs in to the 'Emergency section' of the hospital.
View from the White interior : The interior lights slowly revealing Ishaan's medium frame. Wide eyed boy of 17 , in a drenched Red jersey , white T-Shirt and Jeans. Ishaan looks dazed into the room of busy people. A sick woman is yelling to be seen. A child is crying. a man is puking into a kidney tray being held by a nurse. Doctors in white coats frantically trying to help as many people as they can. Its a mad house.
The sounds of beeps and moans slowly fades as Ishaan begins to walk into the room. Whiteness engulfs him more as he begins to block out the rest of the chaos
Top View : The figure jogs in to the 'Emergency section' of the hospital.
View from the White interior : The interior lights slowly revealing Ishaan's medium frame. Wide eyed boy of 17 , in a drenched Red jersey , white T-Shirt and Jeans. Ishaan looks dazed into the room of busy people. A sick woman is yelling to be seen. A child is crying. a man is puking into a kidney tray being held by a nurse. Doctors in white coats frantically trying to help as many people as they can. Its a mad house.
The sounds of beeps and moans slowly fades as Ishaan begins to walk into the room. Whiteness engulfs him more as he begins to block out the rest of the chaos
VO of Ishaan's father from a memory :
"Is THIS why you left Brunei ??!! "
Its a beautiful day . The sky is clear with gush of evening breeze rustling the dried leaves over the windshield of the white ambassador that grunting into the long path was towards the St.Xavier's Medical College Hostel.Zoom in Close up of face : The voice echoes in his mind as he moved into the room.
VO (Ishaan) :
VO (Ishaan) :
"THIS was not how it was suppose to happen... "
Ishaan repeats to himself.. The whiteness in the room grows until it covers the screen to fade into a flashback..
THAT EVENING ..
THAT EVENING ..
The car stops at the entrance of a four storeyd gray building. The Camera zooms to the front door of the car opening , where Ishaan's father Mr.Vir Prathap (V.P) Rustle steps out from the car. A look of disgust is on his face. He is a tall man , with visible sense of aristocracy . Sunil Danthy, his best ( and probably only) friend follows him out. Sunil is better receptive to the place. Rustle almost shuddered at the thought of his son spending the next four years ( or more ) in this place.
V.P. RUSTLE :
SHIT !
SUNIL :
"Language ! .. Its a Boys hostel, VP. Its suppose to look like this.. Chill dude !! "
Sunil playfully nudged VP as he follows the excited Ishaan into the building. VP looks at Sunil wondering how he had ever managed to stay friends with such a vagabond !
Was it time to reconsider Sunil as Ishaan's Guardian here ??
Interior : Ishaan walks in .. the stepping of his sneakers echos in the silence. Its 3.30pm and the students were at college now.. He walks in an looks around at the colossal interior that surrounded him. The building was like a cylinder with a hollow amphitheater in between.
Ishaan :
Sweeet !
Sweeet !
As Ishaan scans the facade of the building, a pair of piercing grey eyes look down at him from an opening on the terrace wall . Tanveer Jayahey, Kashmiri, 19, popularly (or rather unpopularly known as 'TJ' in these parts. Tanveer was one of those 'don't-give-a-shit' guys who would be the last person you would like to see yourself around with in these parts.. Unfortunately, this was not to be the case for Ishaan.
Background - Rock music (Bachna E Haseeno.. )
TJ smiles as the cam zooms back and 7 feet above him. To reveal his back leaning against that white terrace wall. His hands spread as if crucified as he rests them on the parapet. The wind blows his open white shirt into a flutter. His expensive jeans were opened at the waist the head of a young boy blowing hungrily at his manhood.
Background - Rock music (Bachna E Haseeno.. )
TJ :
Fresh Meat !
Fresh Meat !
TJ smiles as the cam zooms back and 7 feet above him. To reveal his back leaning against that white terrace wall. His hands spread as if crucified as he rests them on the parapet. The wind blows his open white shirt into a flutter. His expensive jeans were opened at the waist the head of a young boy blowing hungrily at his manhood.
TJ :
Mmm
Mmm
The cam zooms around in mini shots from all angles as TJ enjoys his blow. He turns to gaze at the new guy that had entered the building; then turns back and running his fingers through the boys hair, clutches it and cums hard in the boy's mouth . The boy dressed in a slutty pink and red tight t-shirt and low-waist jeans, gobbles hungrily at TJ. The boy was an expert, and the experience showed.
After TJ had caught his breath, he slides his hand into his jeans and taking out a hundred rupee note, crushes it and shoves it into the boy's wet mouth. The boy's face is finally revealed. This is Saajan Kamat, the slutty femm of the hostel. He was out and proud , and he didn't give a flying f*&k what you thought about it ..
A wall of a man stood in front of Ishaan . Mr.Bhatiya, a man that spelt 'Punjab' all over stood staring at him. The broken English and the accent is an immediate give-away. Mr. Bhatiya was a tall man with broad shoulders and a stubble that clearly defined his strong blue collar genes.
Sunil slips in to introduce himself and Ishaan.
The large man's stare made both Sunil and Ishaan uncomfortable. After a long pause..
Mr. Bhatiya speaks as he walks up the staircase... Finding that No one was following him , he glances back..
Both Ishaan and Sunil shuffled at their feet and picking up their heavy luggage follow the man through three flights of stairs to the top most floor. The room is too small for comfort. Simple and minimally furnished, made Sunil glad that Ishaan's dad didn't come up here.
Ishaan smiled. His smile wasn't as broad as it was few minutes ago.
BLACK. White computer Screen
Yahoo Chat
Camera zooms back to Sajjan sitting at a computer in the hostel internet room. His eye widen in excitement.
He bites his lips and continues typing.
FlamingHOT: Look.. Its don't matter who you are. Im just glad that we can finally meet after all this time. You won't . Trust me (wink).
Silence
Silence
Discreet_fun: Okay.
Saajan is ecstatic. He shuts off the system and leaves the room to walk towards his. On entering , he sees Ishaan unpacking.
Ishaan Reaches out to shake his hand but Saajan brushes it away .
Saajan turns only to find Mr. Bhatiya Standing behind him.
Saajan remained silent. Bhatiya Looks at Ishaan and then turns to leave grumbling at himself. He doesn't look to be in a good mood.
The room is quite for a few seconds. Ishaan is clearly freaked out by this character. Saajan is clearly a girl in a guys body. The t-shirt was too tight for comfort and so were his jeans (with an orange waistband of his briefs showing. Ishaan stares as Saajan walks across the room towards his cupboard. Saajan then proceeds to peel off his T-shirt and jeans to Ishaan's horror. Ishaan leaves the room in embarrassment.
Saajan proceeds dabs his smooth chest with a towel. The dying sun shone against his lean body . he ran his hand down his supple chest, where it met a few hairs. He hastily plucked them out. He hated chest hair on himself. Being a woman trapped in a man's body was tough. People didn't understand you and you never agreed with yourself also. Nevertheless, Saajan smiled as he was about to meet Mr.Perfect today. After 6 months of texting, he would finally put a face to 'discreet_fun'. Saajan was not a patient guy, but this one was special. He felt it deep inside him. For the first time, it wasn't just about sex. It was love. And even someone like Saajan, deserved love.
Outside the room : Ishaan leans over the railing across the entrance of his room , staring down in thought .
Ishaan looks up to see a fair guy. a kind a fair that made each hair on his chest seem painfully excessive. His hair was a curious mendhi colour and also too curly for comfort. A sort of Crop satya sai baba look.
The too laughed. Shiney was clad in jeans an a white t-shirt. So far he was the best dressed person Ishaan had met in this place ,which meant , Shiney was to be Ishaan's best new friend.
Ishaan shakes Shiney's hand goodbye and walks down the stair case towards Mr. Bhatiya's room . As Shiney turns back to his room he notices a lone figure staring at him from the end of the corridor. A gush of chill breeze blows in and the figure walks towards him with a confident, yet laid-back attitude. TJ's eyes fixed firm on Shiney as he walked towards him. His white shirt pressed firmly to his muscularity by the breeze. He twiddled with the cross of the wooden rosary rapped around his wrist. An old cherished souvenir.
Shiney was probably the only guy in campus who never blinked when TJ pierced his sharky stare. However, Shiney was terribly intimidated by TJ and his charm. Something that Shiney only could posses in his dreams of a very very wet kind. Why is it that the things you so despise become the object of your affect in your dreams ? Maybe that is what we are on the inside.. or perhaps , that is what we will never be ..
Shiney fringes as a past image flashes before him. An image he has tried so hard to forget. It all appears in black'n'white now. Showers. struggle. screaming. Shiney is woken back my TJ gently squeezing his shoulders.
TJ blows off the cigarette.
TJ grins sarcastically as Saajan walks past them drenched in perfume, humming to himself.
TJ leaves Shiney staring blank. Concerned.
Meanwhile , Ishaan is down entering the wardens room.
Bhatiya ( visible drunk, pushes his bottle aside ) : You will get use to it. If you are not comfortable there, you can rest here for a while. come , have something.
Ishaan is too naive to realize that the soft drink being poured is piked with alcohol. Pretty soon, Ishaan feels oozy. He vomits into the loo and is help into the simple bed by the drunk warden.
The rain begins to fall. Heavier than the usual. Darkness descends as Saajan waits for hi online date ' discreet_fun'. He paces around in anticipation. He struggles to hold the umbrella as the wind and rain tosses it around. Finally he realizes that not far from him someone was watching him in the dark. All he could see was the faint burning of the cigarette on the figure's lips. Without hesitating, Saajan walks into the darkness. Although dark, they are still outside, on a by-lane of the dark road.
Karan Rajpal, an athletic Punjabi was the star of the cricket team at the Ambethkar Dental college. he had his eye on Saajan for a long time. Watching, carefully. The rain poured and thunder roared as they hid in a crevices alone side the road. Kiran touched Saajan's face, still not believe that he was doing this. Saajan too was ecstatic. As the night rumbled , Saajan knelt and nuzzled his face into Karan's groin. Karan's breath grows deep. He closed his eyes an allowed himself to sink into a trance as Saajan worked his expert hands and lips around his manhood.
Back at the hostel. Bhatiya hurriedly leaves his room and walks out into the rain towards his scooter. He is fighting the demons within. He has to go away. Hastily he drives into the slippery road into the rain.
Karan is jolted by the horn of the approaching Scooter. He panics and pushes the boy sucking on him away and scoots off. Saajan , too stunned as what was happening is flung forward on to the slippery road where he crashes onto the speeding bike. The bike is skids off the road into the gutter beside. Bhatiya manages to tumble off safely , but he sees Saajan laying on the road, his face covered in blood. Hurriedly, Bhatiya runs to his aid.
The first thing that woke Ishaan was the stabbing pain. Right from the base of his spine up to his body, his whole self ached. The next was the shoving hand of Shiney.
Ishaan moans with every aching muscle. It was as if a train had just hit him. Shiney's voice screeching in his ear didn't help either. Shiney runs out Bhatiya's room leaving Ishaan to lazily follow him. As if in slow motion, the drowsy Ishaan slip on his jersey and is met by Shiney hurried leaving the hostel towards the rain.
Turning towards Shiney who had started the bike and borught it to the doorway.
Shiney moved over as TJ takes to stir the bike. They ride into the rain.
........ The Voice kept resounding and faded back to the beeping of the monitors where Ishaan was now. Still wet. Still in the Emergency room filled with screaming people. Still starting at the badged body of Saajan lying unconscious on the bed in front of him. The iste of blood make him dizzy . his knees grew weak. His body begins to sway , but is held back by Shiney.
They move to the waiting area at the entrance of the room . They sit down at the mouth of the staircase they lead out of the building.
Ishaan looks at Shiney. A new sort of admiration grew between both of them .
Silence rained for a few moments. Shiney's reflective stare ctahces TJ entering in from the back room. Ishaan and Shiney walk towards TJ .
TJ smiled. His smile vanished when he recognized Ishaan.
A nurse walks in and the group looks at her anxiously.
The group breaths a sigh of relief. The camera pan back over the crowd .
This is how the rustle begins..
Touch Down !
After TJ had caught his breath, he slides his hand into his jeans and taking out a hundred rupee note, crushes it and shoves it into the boy's wet mouth. The boy's face is finally revealed. This is Saajan Kamat, the slutty femm of the hostel. He was out and proud , and he didn't give a flying f*&k what you thought about it ..
Masculine Voice :
' You look'n for someone ?'
' You look'n for someone ?'
A wall of a man stood in front of Ishaan . Mr.Bhatiya, a man that spelt 'Punjab' all over stood staring at him. The broken English and the accent is an immediate give-away. Mr. Bhatiya was a tall man with broad shoulders and a stubble that clearly defined his strong blue collar genes.
Sunil slips in to introduce himself and Ishaan.
Sunil :
' My nephew Ishaan, here has recently enrolled in the health Sciences course and your medical College. Sorry, we are a few days late as They had flight problems from Brunei. '
' My nephew Ishaan, here has recently enrolled in the health Sciences course and your medical College. Sorry, we are a few days late as They had flight problems from Brunei. '
The large man's stare made both Sunil and Ishaan uncomfortable. After a long pause..
Mr.Bhatiya :
" You room was allotted to someone else, but you will have to manage with what we have. Let me see what I can do later. "
" You room was allotted to someone else, but you will have to manage with what we have. Let me see what I can do later. "
Mr. Bhatiya speaks as he walks up the staircase... Finding that No one was following him , he glances back..
Mr. Bhatiya
" .. Do you want to stay here on the parlor or what ?? '
" .. Do you want to stay here on the parlor or what ?? '
Both Ishaan and Sunil shuffled at their feet and picking up their heavy luggage follow the man through three flights of stairs to the top most floor. The room is too small for comfort. Simple and minimally furnished, made Sunil glad that Ishaan's dad didn't come up here.
Sunil :
You take care Kiddo. You call me if you need anything. I'll check on you later. Have fun .
You take care Kiddo. You call me if you need anything. I'll check on you later. Have fun .
Ishaan smiled. His smile wasn't as broad as it was few minutes ago.
BLACK. White computer Screen
Yahoo Chat
discreet_fun: When ?
FlamingHOT: Whenever you want baby !
discreet_fun : Will it be Safe ? Will we be Alone ?
FlamingHOT: Yes YES !
discreet_fun : Are you sure we can be alone ?
FlamingHOT: Why are you so scared ? You the Cricket team captain or somt'n that people will recognize you ?
FlamingHOT: Whenever you want baby !
discreet_fun : Will it be Safe ? Will we be Alone ?
FlamingHOT: Yes YES !
discreet_fun : Where ?
FlamingHOT : The address you gave is just next door to me. We are neighbors after all !! I'm sure we can find a dark spot for ourselves (wink).discreet_fun : Are you sure we can be alone ?
FlamingHOT: Why are you so scared ? You the Cricket team captain or somt'n that people will recognize you ?
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Camera zooms back to Sajjan sitting at a computer in the hostel internet room. His eye widen in excitement.
SAAJAN ( (VO )to himself ) :
Oh God ! He IS the Team Captain. I can't believe Karan RajPal is 'discreet_fun' ! Wow !! "
Oh God ! He IS the Team Captain. I can't believe Karan RajPal is 'discreet_fun' ! Wow !! "
He bites his lips and continues typing.
FlamingHOT: Look.. Its don't matter who you are. Im just glad that we can finally meet after all this time. You won't . Trust me (wink).
Saajan is ecstatic. He shuts off the system and leaves the room to walk towards his. On entering , he sees Ishaan unpacking.
Saajan :
Who the Fk are you ??
Ishaan :
Oh Hi !! Im Ishaan Rustle , Your new room mate.
Who the Fk are you ??
Ishaan :
Oh Hi !! Im Ishaan Rustle , Your new room mate.
Ishaan Reaches out to shake his hand but Saajan brushes it away .
Saajan :
Roommate, My left tit ! This is MY room and ONLY Mine, you here that . that asshole Bhatiya.'
Roommate, My left tit ! This is MY room and ONLY Mine, you here that . that asshole Bhatiya.'
Saajan turns only to find Mr. Bhatiya Standing behind him.
Mr. Bhatiya :
Oye Laudiya ! No one gets single room in this hostel. You are alone because no one wants to stay with a raand like you. Now this boy has come and he WILL Stay here. There is no other place available. You got that ??
Oye Laudiya ! No one gets single room in this hostel. You are alone because no one wants to stay with a raand like you. Now this boy has come and he WILL Stay here. There is no other place available. You got that ??
Saajan remained silent. Bhatiya Looks at Ishaan and then turns to leave grumbling at himself. He doesn't look to be in a good mood.
Mr. Bhatiya :
Najaaney Khaha say Aathey hai ... ( his voice fades into the distance)
Najaaney Khaha say Aathey hai ... ( his voice fades into the distance)
The room is quite for a few seconds. Ishaan is clearly freaked out by this character. Saajan is clearly a girl in a guys body. The t-shirt was too tight for comfort and so were his jeans (with an orange waistband of his briefs showing. Ishaan stares as Saajan walks across the room towards his cupboard. Saajan then proceeds to peel off his T-shirt and jeans to Ishaan's horror. Ishaan leaves the room in embarrassment.
Saajan proceeds dabs his smooth chest with a towel. The dying sun shone against his lean body . he ran his hand down his supple chest, where it met a few hairs. He hastily plucked them out. He hated chest hair on himself. Being a woman trapped in a man's body was tough. People didn't understand you and you never agreed with yourself also. Nevertheless, Saajan smiled as he was about to meet Mr.Perfect today. After 6 months of texting, he would finally put a face to 'discreet_fun'. Saajan was not a patient guy, but this one was special. He felt it deep inside him. For the first time, it wasn't just about sex. It was love. And even someone like Saajan, deserved love.
Outside the room : Ishaan leans over the railing across the entrance of his room , staring down in thought .
Voice from behind :
" He is such a bitch isn't he ?"
" He is such a bitch isn't he ?"
Ishaan looks up to see a fair guy. a kind a fair that made each hair on his chest seem painfully excessive. His hair was a curious mendhi colour and also too curly for comfort. A sort of Crop satya sai baba look.
Ishaan :
.. 'You read my mind !! "
Voice :
Im Shine-son . You can call me Shiney.
.. 'You read my mind !! "
Voice :
Im Shine-son . You can call me Shiney.
Ishaan :
Curious name.
Curious name.
Shiney :
That's that least your problems here, believe me !!
The too laughed. Shiney was clad in jeans an a white t-shirt. So far he was the best dressed person Ishaan had met in this place ,which meant , Shiney was to be Ishaan's best new friend.
Ishaan :
Is this Saajan guy always this cranky ?
Is this Saajan guy always this cranky ?
Shiney :
Only when he is awake !! ( he says with another smile).
The things is Saajan has always lived alone here. He is a senior but lost a year because of his attitude.
Only when he is awake !! ( he says with another smile).
The things is Saajan has always lived alone here. He is a senior but lost a year because of his attitude.
Ishaan :
Wha.. ? Can they do that ? I mean .. Keep you back because of your 'attitude' ?
Wha.. ? Can they do that ? I mean .. Keep you back because of your 'attitude' ?
Shiney :
There is lot that you have to learn about the place, my friend. And your lesson one, is never to judge things on first impressions. Sure Saajan is a prick, but he is the only bitch here with the balls to speak his mind. And I kinda respect that .
There is lot that you have to learn about the place, my friend. And your lesson one, is never to judge things on first impressions. Sure Saajan is a prick, but he is the only bitch here with the balls to speak his mind. And I kinda respect that .
Ishaan :
You respect that ?? That Guy.. or Girl.. or whatever that is ??
You respect that ?? That Guy.. or Girl.. or whatever that is ??
Shiney :
Don't judge so soon.. You will see. I'm new here, just been here a month and I have heard a lot about your new rommie, but I have seen more than that. Saajan was kick out of his house because of his 'likings' . He pays for his own tuition by working.
Don't judge so soon.. You will see. I'm new here, just been here a month and I have heard a lot about your new rommie, but I have seen more than that. Saajan was kick out of his house because of his 'likings' . He pays for his own tuition by working.
Ishaan :
Working where ?
Working where ?
Shiney :
Another of the mysteries that you will uncover in time.
Another of the mysteries that you will uncover in time.
Ishaan :
Whatever it is .. this guy gives me the creeps. And I will get my room changes as soon as possible. In-fact, I'm gonna meet Bhatiya sir right now..
Whatever it is .. this guy gives me the creeps. And I will get my room changes as soon as possible. In-fact, I'm gonna meet Bhatiya sir right now..
Ishaan shakes Shiney's hand goodbye and walks down the stair case towards Mr. Bhatiya's room . As Shiney turns back to his room he notices a lone figure staring at him from the end of the corridor. A gush of chill breeze blows in and the figure walks towards him with a confident, yet laid-back attitude. TJ's eyes fixed firm on Shiney as he walked towards him. His white shirt pressed firmly to his muscularity by the breeze. He twiddled with the cross of the wooden rosary rapped around his wrist. An old cherished souvenir.
Shiney was probably the only guy in campus who never blinked when TJ pierced his sharky stare. However, Shiney was terribly intimidated by TJ and his charm. Something that Shiney only could posses in his dreams of a very very wet kind. Why is it that the things you so despise become the object of your affect in your dreams ? Maybe that is what we are on the inside.. or perhaps , that is what we will never be ..
TJ :
Shineson Thomas, how is it hanging today ?!!
Shiney :
Mind you own business TJ.
TJ:
Well, my business is relative. Right now that fresh meat is my business .
Shiney :
yeah right........
TJ :
Tell you what .. why don't you keep an eye on my prize there and I'll be extra good to you . (winks)
Shineson Thomas, how is it hanging today ?!!
TJ says standing beside him as he reaches for a cirgrette.
Shiney :
Mind you own business TJ.
TJ:
Well, my business is relative. Right now that fresh meat is my business .
Shiney :
yeah right........
TJ :
Tell you what .. why don't you keep an eye on my prize there and I'll be extra good to you . (winks)
Shiney fringes as a past image flashes before him. An image he has tried so hard to forget. It all appears in black'n'white now. Showers. struggle. screaming. Shiney is woken back my TJ gently squeezing his shoulders.
TJ:
Im counting on you .
Shiney :
yeah whatever.
Im counting on you .
Shiney :
yeah whatever.
TJ blows off the cigarette.
TJ :
So where is your boyfriend headed , this time ?
So where is your boyfriend headed , this time ?
TJ grins sarcastically as Saajan walks past them drenched in perfume, humming to himself.
Shiney :
he's got a date with a guy next door. Some secret chat lover.
he's got a date with a guy next door. Some secret chat lover.
TJ:
Oh Shineson Thomas. how many times will he have to be fked over for you to grow some balls and take him.
Oh Shineson Thomas. how many times will he have to be fked over for you to grow some balls and take him.
Shiney :
fk off !!
fk off !!
TJ (chuckled) :
Pathetic. If he is going next door , he will be in for a surprise. Those guys in teh dental hostel are too kinky even for your boyfriend. Tell him to watch his back . literally !!
Pathetic. If he is going next door , he will be in for a surprise. Those guys in teh dental hostel are too kinky even for your boyfriend. Tell him to watch his back . literally !!
TJ leaves Shiney staring blank. Concerned.
Meanwhile , Ishaan is down entering the wardens room.
Ishaan :
Sir, I need a change of room.
Sir, I need a change of room.
Bhatiya ( visible drunk, pushes his bottle aside ) : You will get use to it. If you are not comfortable there, you can rest here for a while. come , have something.
Ishaan is too naive to realize that the soft drink being poured is piked with alcohol. Pretty soon, Ishaan feels oozy. He vomits into the loo and is help into the simple bed by the drunk warden.
The rain begins to fall. Heavier than the usual. Darkness descends as Saajan waits for hi online date ' discreet_fun'. He paces around in anticipation. He struggles to hold the umbrella as the wind and rain tosses it around. Finally he realizes that not far from him someone was watching him in the dark. All he could see was the faint burning of the cigarette on the figure's lips. Without hesitating, Saajan walks into the darkness. Although dark, they are still outside, on a by-lane of the dark road.
Karan Rajpal, an athletic Punjabi was the star of the cricket team at the Ambethkar Dental college. he had his eye on Saajan for a long time. Watching, carefully. The rain poured and thunder roared as they hid in a crevices alone side the road. Kiran touched Saajan's face, still not believe that he was doing this. Saajan too was ecstatic. As the night rumbled , Saajan knelt and nuzzled his face into Karan's groin. Karan's breath grows deep. He closed his eyes an allowed himself to sink into a trance as Saajan worked his expert hands and lips around his manhood.
Back at the hostel. Bhatiya hurriedly leaves his room and walks out into the rain towards his scooter. He is fighting the demons within. He has to go away. Hastily he drives into the slippery road into the rain.
Karan is jolted by the horn of the approaching Scooter. He panics and pushes the boy sucking on him away and scoots off. Saajan , too stunned as what was happening is flung forward on to the slippery road where he crashes onto the speeding bike. The bike is skids off the road into the gutter beside. Bhatiya manages to tumble off safely , but he sees Saajan laying on the road, his face covered in blood. Hurriedly, Bhatiya runs to his aid.
The first thing that woke Ishaan was the stabbing pain. Right from the base of his spine up to his body, his whole self ached. The next was the shoving hand of Shiney.
Shiney :
' Wake up.. there has been an accident. Its Saajan.'
' Wake up.. there has been an accident. Its Saajan.'
Ishaan :
' Wha..?'
' Wha..?'
Ishaan moans with every aching muscle. It was as if a train had just hit him. Shiney's voice screeching in his ear didn't help either. Shiney runs out Bhatiya's room leaving Ishaan to lazily follow him. As if in slow motion, the drowsy Ishaan slip on his jersey and is met by Shiney hurried leaving the hostel towards the rain.
Shiney:
'Aren't you coming ? He is at the hospital. '
Ishaan smirked.
No
No
' Why would you ?'
the voice snaked through from behind. It was TJ standing at the door way of the parlor in a black biker jacket , holding n to a helmet.
the voice snaked through from behind. It was TJ standing at the door way of the parlor in a black biker jacket , holding n to a helmet.
TJ :
Listen Rustle, Saajan may not be a city boy like you, but he is still one of us. You may be a brainiac about the human body, but you have a lot to learn about humanity. 'Turning towards Shiney who had started the bike and borught it to the doorway.
TJ :
'Com'on Shineson, HE will never be one of us . '
'Com'on Shineson, HE will never be one of us . '
Shiney moved over as TJ takes to stir the bike. They ride into the rain.
'He will never be one of us ', the words echoed in Ishaan's mind. For the first time , in the roller-coaster of a day, he felt he was a part of something bigger. A strange feeling took over him , he zipped up his jersey and ran into the rain.
........ The Voice kept resounding and faded back to the beeping of the monitors where Ishaan was now. Still wet. Still in the Emergency room filled with screaming people. Still starting at the badged body of Saajan lying unconscious on the bed in front of him. The iste of blood make him dizzy . his knees grew weak. His body begins to sway , but is held back by Shiney.
Shiney :
'Hey Hey.. are you okay ? I think you need to sit down. '
'Hey Hey.. are you okay ? I think you need to sit down. '
They move to the waiting area at the entrance of the room . They sit down at the mouth of the staircase they lead out of the building.
Shiney:
'I can't believe you walked all the way here.'
'I can't believe you walked all the way here.'
Ishaan :
''Ran' is more accurate !', Ishaan said with a faded smile. ' How is he ? '
''Ran' is more accurate !', Ishaan said with a faded smile. ' How is he ? '
Shiney :
'The nurse said that he will be fine. They have just sedated him. TJ has gone in to give him blood. B-positive is strangely rare in these parts. '
'The nurse said that he will be fine. They have just sedated him. TJ has gone in to give him blood. B-positive is strangely rare in these parts. '
Ishaan :
I'm glad he will be fine.
I'm glad he will be fine.
Shiney :
I'm glad you came. Y'know, you must not judge people too quickly. We may all seem strange, but we are the same inside. We are all human.
I'm glad you came. Y'know, you must not judge people too quickly. We may all seem strange, but we are the same inside. We are all human.
Ishaan looks at Shiney. A new sort of admiration grew between both of them .
Shiney :
Saajan supports himself by cruising, not for fun, but because he has to pay his bills. He was abandoned by his folks and he has bravely set out to follow his dream of being in healthcare just like his dad.
Saajan supports himself by cruising, not for fun, but because he has to pay his bills. He was abandoned by his folks and he has bravely set out to follow his dream of being in healthcare just like his dad.
Ishaan :
His dad ?
His dad ?
Shiney :
Yup. believe it or not. one of the ex-deans of this place. What you need to know is , behind all that candyfloss, is a mind of a genius and a heart of gold.
Yup. believe it or not. one of the ex-deans of this place. What you need to know is , behind all that candyfloss, is a mind of a genius and a heart of gold.
Silence rained for a few moments. Shiney's reflective stare ctahces TJ entering in from the back room. Ishaan and Shiney walk towards TJ .
Shiney :
Hey, how are you ?
Hey, how are you ?
TJ :
Well, that was a different type of 'prick' that I encountered today.
Well, that was a different type of 'prick' that I encountered today.
TJ smiled. His smile vanished when he recognized Ishaan.
TJ:
How did you get here.
How did you get here.
Shiney :
On foot.
On foot.
TJ:
Well, I guess there is still hope.
Well, I guess there is still hope.
A nurse walks in and the group looks at her anxiously.
Nurse Anitha :
The blood matches and he will be fine. He had a lot of blood loss , but thankfully, no internal Injuries. He was very lucky. The doctor wants to keep him for a day or to for observation.
The blood matches and he will be fine. He had a lot of blood loss , but thankfully, no internal Injuries. He was very lucky. The doctor wants to keep him for a day or to for observation.
Shiney :
Thank God !
Thank God !
The group breaths a sigh of relief. The camera pan back over the crowd .
Ishaan's Voice Over :
And that is how it cam down to play. How TJ, Shiney, Saajan & Ishaan met. This is where our story really begins. A group of totally lost characters in an even more hopelessly lost situation. Thanks to the nurse , we could now get back to our normal lives...
But little did we know that after her duty, this same nurse, would go home; kiss her sleeping baby and slid into bed to cuddle with her lover - a woman.
And that is how it cam down to play. How TJ, Shiney, Saajan & Ishaan met. This is where our story really begins. A group of totally lost characters in an even more hopelessly lost situation. Thanks to the nurse , we could now get back to our normal lives...
But little did we know that after her duty, this same nurse, would go home; kiss her sleeping baby and slid into bed to cuddle with her lover - a woman.
This is how the rustle begins..
Touch Down !
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