Chapter THREE

Title Track
Scene opens at night as the camera swirls from the exteriori to the interior of the girls hostel .

VOICE OVER (Ishaan) :

Its amazing how time has a way of changing things. Old ways fad ways to new ways of thinking. the best part is when there appears to be no difference between the old and the new. A sort of grey area between the two areas. A psychedelic combo of the slow and mature and the fast and furious. A remix of sorts...

Some people Get stuck in the past , where it is cozy and comfortable, whereas some look for the
adventure of the new. TJ was a mater of the gray area. A great fan of the classic Oldies of Indian
cinema He always found a great way to blend the past and present. A custodian of sorts, for the
legacy of the great classics to till prevail today. You would never see him enjoying a new tune,
but always thumping on something old, which a remix twist at-least...

SCENE : Internal. Dark Girls Hostel Room. The Matron's bachlorette party. The girl have invited the boys for an erotic performance. A sort of Desi Striptease. Good side earnings for the boys.

Back Ground Music : Saath Saheliyaan Khadi Kahdi.. Faryaad sunaye, gadi Ghadii..

TJ mimes Kishore kumar's voice on the boom box as the music thumped.. He wears a white cotton kurtha and dhoti, apparently begali looking.

saat saheliya - 2 khadi khadi fariyaad sunaye ghadi ghadi
arey saat saheliya khadi khadi fariyaad sunaye ghadi ghadi - 2

( Saajan comes up dressed in drag. One would heardly believe he was not a girl. Saajan seductively ripps off TJs dhothi to reveal a shimmering silver shorts that clung to his hips, making the girls swoon. TJ sways his hip like a professional stripper driving the girls crazy. )

ek saheli ka miya tha doctor - 2
kehne lagi kya kehne lagi
arey kehne lagi
ho~ haai - 2
sach sach main kehti hu sun lo sabhi
arey doctor ki biwi na banna kabhi..
raat bhar muaa - (2) sone na de
injection lagaye ghadi ghadi (2)

arey saat saheliya khadi khadi fariyaad sunaye ghadi ghadi

ek sahlei ka miya tha driver
miya tha driver - 2
o soniye o o o
sach sach main kehn diya sun lo sabhi
sun lo sabhi
driver ki biwi na banna kabhi
na banna kabhi
raat bhar moya - 2 sone na de
pho pho bajaye ghadi ghadi
raat bhar moya sone na de
pho pho bajaye ghadi ghadi
arey saat saheliya khadi khadi fariyaad sunaye ghadi ghadi

ek saheli ka miya tha darzi
miya tha darzi - 2
toh darzi ki bhi sun lo marzi
sach sach main kehn diya sun lo sabhi
sun lo sabhi
darzi ki biwi na banna kabhi
na banna kabhi
raat bhar muaa - 2 sone na de
Taaka lagaye ghadi ghadi (2)


aa~
gari re saari gare na sa
ek saheli ka miya tha dancer
smiya tha dancer - 2
dhim tana na ...
mutthu swaami bada haraami
haraami
raat bhar muaa - 2 sone na de
ta ta thaiyya karawe ghadi ghadi
raat bhar muaa sone na de
ta ta thaiyya karawe ghadi ghadi
arey saat saheliya khadi khadi fariyaad sunaye ghadi ghadi

ek saheli ka miya sharabi
miya sharabi - 2
aye mochael ki daru london ki hai - 2
raat bhar maka - 2 sone na de
bottle dikhaya ghadi ghadi
raat bhar maka sone na de
bottle dikhaya ghadi ghadi
arey saat saheliya khadi khadi fariyaad sunaye ghadi ghadi

Ext: TJ counts the five hundred rupee notes as they ( Saajan, Ishaan, TJ & Shiney ) leave the
girls hostel. THey had found a new part-time job which was sure to be a great hit.

TJ:
Five Hundred for each of you and one thousand for me. 2,500 rupees. Not bad for a night's
earning , isn't it boys ?'

Ishaan :
Jeez, Ive never had do much fun in my entire life !! did you see those girls go crazy..

Saajan :
I bet the priest, after their next confession, would have to go for confession himself, after the dirty thoughts you gave then, TJ. No Evil evil man !! Ha ha ..

Shiney :
Well, 'evil' is his middle name !!

TJ:
Shineson ! Oh, you were alive this evening, were you ? I didn't seem to notice.

Shiney:
The only way you would notice was if I would have had a 1000 rupee note pasted on my

forehead. Besides, your little item there would have been a silence movie if not for my audio.

TJ:
Trust me... Not even a 1000 rupee note would make me look your way bro .

Ishaan:
Don't listen to him , shiney, I Think you did a fabulous job . Your the best.

Shiney :
Jee, Thanks Ishaan.

CHAPTER TWO - One of Us

Back Ground : Jawani Jaaneman ( Film : Manak halal) being played in the radio in the hostel room . VOICE OVER of Ishaan as the scene shows Saajan and Ishaan talking. As Ishaan talks his thoughts are projected.

ISHAAN :

' Ziggies ' - a New term I came to learn today. Ziggies , as in Zig-Zag. And zig zag as in not Straight ! How logical, isn't it ? Saajan's logic was that it was far less harsher that the word 'GAY, FAG or any more of the three or four letter 'insults' that people threw.

For most of its life in English, the word's primary meaning was "joyful", "carefree", "bright and showy", The use of gay to mean "homosexual" was in origin merely an extension of the word's sexualised connotation of "carefree and uninhibited", which implied a willingness to disregard conventional or respectable sexual mores. In that case, Saajan was as Gay as they came. Sadly though, the word has tended to be over exposed to be reduced to a mockery. Now the term ' thats so gay.' refers to a ridicule. and Saajan was tiered of being ridiculed.

SAAJAN

'did you know that the first time I came out was when my mother caught me dressed up in her sari.'

Ishaan looks up at him. He was getting us to the surprises Saajan was throwing at him every now and then.

SAAJAN :

' every morning when my mom use to leave for work , I use to take out her wedding sari and dress up. I use to love the touch of silk on my skin. '

Pause. Saajan stares into space, slipping into memory.

SAAJAN :
That was probably the only silk sari my mom had. We were very poor , you see. She use to work in a school as a sweeper. That day she came back as she forgot something and caught me in her finest sari complete with make up !!

SAAJAN Laughs. Ishaan laughs too, a bit uncomfortable at the thought of Saajan in a sari .

SAAJAN :
She banged me up pretty good that day. With the broom , she hammered me, right out of the hut into the lane. the children laughed, the mothers spat. The dads even kicked me.

Silence

SAAJAN:
I never felt more alone in my life, that at that moment. All through the humiliation, I wondered, why were they doing this.. was it that bad a crime to dress in a sari ? I didn't understand. .. and most of all.. I didn't understand, why , at that very moment. My mother seized to love me .

Ishaan places his hand on Saajan's , to comfort him. He can see that Saajan's eyes had turned red.

SAAJAN :
I was then taken to a teacher of the school that my mother was close to. He use to give my mom free drinks and i'm sure she had slept with him in return at some point, because they seemed pretty close. She asked him if he could 'fix' me, which he agreed to do .

Ishaan :

Fix you ??

SAAJAN :
Apparently , my mom thought that such a learned guy like a school teach would have the answer to everything. She hardly new the difference between a teacher and a doctor ! To her, if you could read, you knew the answer to everything.

She told him that she could no longer keep me with her, as I was an embarrassment.

.. you know , the beating never hurt as much as when she called me that .. an embarrassment.

Ishaan wondered if it was the drugs that was making Saajan say all this..

ISHAAN :
Saajan you need to rest. The doctor said , you need to sleep.

SAAjAN:
oh fk the sleep. Ive been doing that in hospital for three weeks now. I'm fine now.

ISHAAN :
If you say so ..

SAAJAN:
did you know that I had to stay with that teacher for four months before I ran away from there.

Ishaan paused. And looked back questionably at Saajan. Th cam zooms into his face and slips into a black and white flash back. The cam glided up the stair case of a dingy chaul into a poor lit room. Alcohol bottles covered the floor. A mild sound of anklet and bangles clicking. the cam moves in over a tattered bed , lit by the streetlight outside the house. The drunkard teacher frantically kissed young saajan, barely a boy of 6 years. the boy laid sideways on the bed, dressed in a sari. Hand with bangles. pushed at the man pulling up the sari skirt and hands groping inside the loosely fitted blouse. The man's lungi was opened and his pelvis pushed into the boy's bare ass, that glistened in the dim light. The teacher was raping the boy as his kisses cover the boys mouth from screaming in agony. With each forceful thrust, the bangles rattled. The cam pans out and the colors fad back in to Saajan's present face.

Saajan:
four months I was a used by him and his friends . yeah, he fixed me , alright.

Ishaan is transfixed. Images creep in his head. imaged of three weeks ago. Him being drowsy. A pair of large man;y hands sliding under his t-shirt.. the sound of heavy breath.. A sharp pain in his head wakes him back from his trance. Voice over of Ishaan as he leaves the room .

ISHAAN (VO) :
One of the first things we were taught in medicine, was that we can administer, but God heals. I guess that is the difference living in an catholic environment. Everything little thing is twist back to God. The same God that made Saajan, and the same God that make TJ.

It had been three weeks now, and Saajan's recovery was slow. Not only a sign of his weak immune system, but also a sign of how broken he was inside from the episode. He never talked about it, but I knew he would some day.

Pain Brought Saajan and I together. One night Changed us all. One night started the process of becoming men.

Bhatiya was never seen again after that night. He had sent his resignation via mail and was relieved immediately. Why, no one knew. But I had questions... Questions related to what had happened that night. Apparently I was drunk. Shiney smelt it off me. But he didn't say more than that. But I figured it out. What I didn't figure out was 'WHY' ?

A answer came in flashes of nightmares that woke me in the following nights. All I could put together was that something was done to me.. Something that stole my innocence."

Ishaan walks out into the veranda towards the far end a faint sound draws him. The sound of the prelude to the song ' Choli Ke peechey'. The sound came from upstairs. The clarinet tone drew him close and as he approached the thump began introducing the remix version of the sound in a the back ground. Dj Abhi's UK RNB & Electro version of the song blarred in the silence. In the room was a party that Ishaan had never seen before. Darkness, light, smoke, alcohol, drugs.. and Disco ! The room was on the top floor so no one was really bothered. The party was thrown by non other than TJ, who was slithering in the makeshift dance floor with the apparent birthday boy, the only one in the room with a silly pink party hat that had a tiara printed on it flagged by the phrase ' Little princes' over it. The party was a just a bunch of guys, too young and too stoned to bother about what was happening in the center of the room..

TJ, dressed in black jeans and sin red shirt danced too close to the birthday boy, a young northie boy who visible had never been to a party his entire life. The boy was drunk,which had thrown out all his inhibitions out the window. Ishaan peeked through the door opening as he saw the boy loose himself in TJ's seductive arms..
' Lakhon deewane tere.. lakhon deewane... Ashiq Puraaney tere.. Ashiq Puraney' the music thumped with its powerful bass as TJ swirled and then, as if a part of the dance, pulled the boy by band of his tight brown trousers toward the staircase leading to the roof.

.... Haaaaaiiiii ... a rap chorus followed by the popular songs interlude.

.. Begum bagair badshaah kis kaam ka... ' the lyrics resounded as they moved to the isolated terrace, TJ's favorite spot. As the music played TJ pushes the guy to the wall and kisses him passionately. The boy is lost in a trance and moans with pleasure. The heat is palpable way up to the safe distance from where Ishaan peeked. The music continued to thump as TJ's hands snaked through every curve of the boys lean structure.. The boys shirt flew to the floor. TJ's shirt was left on . TJ never took off every clothing during sex. In that was he was still in control. Only the bottom got full naked in surrender. Only the bottom would bare all..

The wooden rosary that looped around Tj's wrist almost leaves an imprint on the boy's back as TJ lifts him up and wraps his legs around his waist. TJ expertly sends explosions from every nook and cranny that his tongue probed. The boy was paralyzing with ecstasy. TJ was known to turn boys into men. He fked only virgin, and you were a virgin only once; which meant it was always a one time affair with TJ. One time, that you would never forget. and no one ever .. ever forgets their first. This was how TJ had turned a legend. In this way, TJ had left his mark on every boy he wanted in this hostel.

" aahhhhhh !' the boy moaned as TJ entered him expertly. There was pleasureful pain. And the boy could seem to get enough. On the iron staircase, Ishaan saw the two of them . The boy in all fours, glistening in the afternoon sun, and TJ like a galant Knight Riding the boy in all his glory.

The boy came and collapsed on the floor and TJ rolled to the side, his muscular body gleaming with sweat that dried up as the cool autumn breeze swept past him.

The boy stood up , all radiant in the afterglow . He smiled contended, and picking up his tattered clothes reached forwarded to kiss TJ before he left. TJ turns away and the boys kiss lands on his cheek. The boy cautiously slides back down towards his room and Ishaan nervously follows.

TJ pulls out a cigarette and lights it. And blows a puff of smoke towards the direction where Ishaan was watching him. TJ peers into the now empty craves and smiles.

CUT TO : downstairs..

TJ :
Hi

Ishaan turns to find TJ twiddling with the lapel of his collar as he reaches the foot of the stairs.

Ishaan :
Hello

TJ :
So why did you leave so early ?

Ishaan
Leave what ?

TJ:
The party.. So you come in , then we vanished.

Ishaan:
Oh, I vanished is it?

TJ:
Well.. Atleast I didn't see you .. ,

TJ threw a glance at Ishaan, who instinctively looked away. TJ smiled.

As Ishaan walks away, TJ follows.

TJ:
"Y'know, I was really impressed by the way you handled yourself that day, when Saajan had his shit happening. "

Ishaan stopped as TJ caught up to him and they sat by the pillar at the veranda.

Ishaan:
" Me too.. The thing you did for Sajjan. Giving blood. Impressive. '

TJ:
" Na it was nothing. Thats what bros do. They look out for each other. "

Ishaan:
"Y'know you surprise me TJ.. "

TJ:
" That's the general consensus.."

Ishaan:
"huh ! , On one side you appear to be this superficial user of men .. "

TJ:
".. and women.."

Ishaan:
".. and women... But on the other side... "

TJ:
" On the other side what ??.'

Ishaan:
" Never mind.. "

TJ:
" No .. Tell me .."

Ishaan:
" Somethings are better left unsaid.. "

Silence..

TJ:

" Listen Kid, Let me tell you one thing.. In-spite of what you have heard, Let me tell you that I'm nothing like that .. "

Ishaan pauses to look at him. Their eyes meet.. TJ slowly draws closes..

" I'm worse !!" , TJ smirks ..

TJ:
" Y' know whan I was little , There was this gun battle in our neighborhood in Kashmir. There were some millitants that were being chsed by the border police. Three had gotten into our house. It was dawn when we were awakened by gun firing. The men barged into our house and shot my father right in front of me. Then they chased the women to the top floor.
I was only 10, but when I saw them, I don't know what got over me. I pushed two men down three floors. Two broke their necks while one broke his back. I was only ten.

Y'see Ishaan. I'm not a very nice person. But yeah, I come through for those I protect. And I only protect those that are one of us . "

Ishaan didn't know if that was a warning or an invitation. He just hoped it was the latter and showed what came out as a half smile. TJ smiled too and walked away.

TJ enters his room and looks around. The room was the flashiest of them all. The first room on the top floor. Right opposite Ishaan's, just that it was on the opposite side of the wing of the
'C' shaped building. As he plopped himself on the bed, his mind clouded into a shady image of that evening when the terrorists came. The echo of the shot that rang through the house. The splatter of his father's blood on his mother's face as she ran towards him. The hasty retreat of his mother with his sister and himself. His sister was his paternal twin.

Flash Back :

Feet frantically running up the muddy external stair case up to the terrace. TJ is just a boy of ten dressed in a loose pathan suit. His mother embrassing his sister to her large chest, pulling her to the corner room for safety. A big hairy man clocks their way and slaps the woman's harshly to throw her down.

" Please... Don't do this... " , She begged.

The screaming girl child clutching at her dress.Two mens stand menacingly over them.. Their eyes filled with evil lust.

"Either we take Her... ", the man growls...

Then suddenly shifting his gaze towards TJ.

" Or you give us HIM."

The horror was much to evident in TJ's mother's eyes. She tries to beg him again, but is met with a sharp kick in the stomach. For a moment there is a difficult pause, the woman stands up and says with a shaky voice..

" I'm sorry my son... "

She holds her daughter closer and turns to huddle into the room at the corner of the terrance. The men smile, shifting their gaze to TJ. The boy didn't know what hit when powerful claw of the Huge pathan grabbed his collar and lifted him up. TJ kick faranticly. But a hard slap across the face from the other man stunned him to freeze. The men pulled him to the center of the terrace where he was stretched eagle spread on the floor. One man pulled up his hands and held it tightly above TJ's head, anchoring them firmly under his nee. TJ yelling in pain and the keen cap of the heavy man dug into his forearm. The other man hastily torn up the front of his 'kurtha' exposing his prepubic chest. The man bit hard into his skin.. and his hands carlessly loosened his own clothing.. Tj's lowere lip bled as the man kissed him violently. Every scream was met with a forceful slap the left the boy limp for a few seconds, only to wake up to feel himself thrown up against the parapet of the terrace wall. His pajama and underwear were ripped off and a thick rugged thumb was digging its way into his asshole. The boy screamed in pain.. Calling for his mother.. The only thing he would hear was the vultures hovering overhead.

Then the world stood still as he felt a sharp pain that ripped through his spin..He wanted to yell, but his voice froze.. he felt his bowels ripped apart as the man thrust his cock forceful into him. The pain made the boy loos consciousness. The man pull the limp body over himself and fucked
the boys limp body from under him. The boy had loosened up which made the man push faster..
Another stab of pain lashed across him as he woke to see the other man lean up against him and thrust his manhood into the already filled hole.

"allahh.......' the boy could only whisper as his voice cracked.
The two men fked him simultaneously.. Kissing him and each other in play of sin and damnation. The pressure on his prostrate, made the boy cum for the first time on his sadistic lovers. After the night had settled in , they fucked him again. till there was nothing felt but a limp bruised body , cum and blood. Then he woke up he saw, what he was certain was the face of God. An old man with a white trimmed beard. The man held him close affectionately and the boy sank back into slumber. The man was priest and in the hand , that maternally stroked the boys bloody hair, was a wooden rosary.

Fade into :
the present where TJ stares at the rosary clasped to his wrist. He kisses it and hugs it
close with a tear that rolls down his cheek.

BLACK SCREEN. Credits . HADSA (REMIX) .

Chapter ONE - TOUCHDOWN

Title Track : Remix (DJ Aqeel's ' Pyaar Do Pyaar Lo' original from 'Jaanbaaz' )

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

VO of Ishaan's father from a memory :

"Is THIS why you left Brunei ??!! "

Zoom in Close up of face : The voice echoes in his mind as he moved into the room.

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 ..

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.

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 !

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 :
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

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 ..

Masculine Voice :
' 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. '

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. "

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 ?? '

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 .

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 : 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

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 !! "

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.

Saajan :
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.'

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 ??

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)

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 ?"

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.

Ishaan :
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 ?

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.

Ishaan :
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 .

Ishaan :
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.

Ishaan :
Working where ?

Shiney :
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..

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 ?!!

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.

TJ blows off the cigarette.

TJ :
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.

TJ:
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 !!

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 !!

TJ leaves Shiney staring blank. Concerned.

Meanwhile , Ishaan is down entering the wardens room.

Ishaan :
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.'

Ishaan :
' 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

' 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.

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 . '

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. '

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.'

Ishaan :
''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. '

Ishaan :
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.

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.

Ishaan :
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.

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 ?

TJ :
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.

Shiney :
On foot.

TJ:
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.

Shiney :
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.

This is how the rustle begins..


Touch Down !

PREFACE

RUSTLE is not a story written by myself, but a dream inspired by the likes of so many of my fellow brotheren in the Great Indian Closet. RUSTLE is aimed to be as effective as it is simple. To be as true as it is graphic. RUSTLE is an attempt to lay bare the wonder that is being queer in India.

As we begin this journey, I can promise you one thing... This Story is going to be a novel experience, and I would like you to read it with an open mind. This is a result of the many true incidences in the lives of people who seek and identity. People who struggle to define themselves through all the odds and discrimination. This story is about rights, hard hitting truths and most of all , .. LOVE.

Is this a gay story? yes. Its this story for Gays only ? Certainly not !! The fact that you are reading this right now is commendable as you have taken the first step to acceptance of the third gender. Congrats.. and welcome to the stir in the stillness of monotony..

Welcome to the RUSTLE ..