The Giggling Gladiator (Part II)

March 7, 2012

Fiction, Such is Life

(Read the ‘Part I’ here)

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If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, Nalini came right from Uranus. She was a female form hacked out of the purest permafrost. Everything about her was cold, sharp and angular, the rhombus face that tapered into a pointed chin, the thin lines for lips, the beaked, Roman nose. Her hair parted keenly in the middle of her forehead and fell right-angled to her beam-like shoulders; her eyebrows slanted in synch with her dark, darting eyes. She was an edgy woman and edges ran all over her frame, her limbs, heart, soul and speech. Her voice had a clipped, metallic twang and strangely disquieting.

Nalini Nayan carried with élan the airs of a matador gory with bullfighting men. It was difficult to tell when she had begun accumulating her scars but it must have been early in her life and often. And now it all burned in her eyes at the slightest whiff of a human male. A stinging, icy hush followed her like a halo in the nooks and corners of Nut. The girls in her class would sit glued together, statues of demureness. Boys would huddle over the exercise modules, pretending to be mortally engrossed. The classrooms seemed to sprout barbed, invisible walls between the two sexes at the sound of her measured footfalls. Beyond the hapless classrooms, few dared breach the soundlessness of her cubicle at the far end of a corridor.

The Robot, as she was hailed then, spurned camaraderie between boys and girls and men and women of the race. She hated romantic associations with the unflinching venom of a black widow spider. She was known to have humiliated the parents of the girls who dared to be kind to boys and arranged speedy evictions of the aspiring Romeos —not a small feat considering the purely commercial ethos of the franchise.

Little did we know then, Chhotu and I, when we extracted ourselves from the drab late classes to move into her docile, benighted platoon, that we were moving ourselves out of a tepid pan straight into a crater of boiling lava.

The grovelling instructor of the evening session jumped at the chance to get even with us for the string of ignominies we had inflicted on him in the year gone by. The bugger passed on tar black character reports of the duo to rattle the bitter woman further. We had no way to know how vile the charges were, but apparently, we were a pair of filthy skunks seeking undue female company.

It was not exactly a party on the beach then, the class we installed ourselves in, this class crowded with coy girls. Our maiden rendezvous was defined by Nalini’s stormy spell, dipped in her foulest acid. She let loose a vicious hail of beamers on us without even an ounce of prologue. How little did she know of the mettle of the weather-beaten veterans she was up against! Not only that, she’d discover how hopelessly blunt her best weapons would prove, how ridiculously small her stock of ammunition, to be squandered in a matter of too few days. However, it was a war and the war was kick-started by her, and a war was a war was a war!

So not only we hit back the hardest but often tore her logics to shreds to the stunning silence of the class that had been awed by her hitherto. Then Chhotu began shifting gears, the worst was yet to come. He would start a blizzard of uncomfortable questions never before heard in Nut, session after session. Queries so exotic and obscure I was sure Blaise Pascal was turning in his French grave somewhere. What added salt, pepper and chilies to the injuries of Nalini was the fact that each questions had to pass through the output device who never failed to give them an extra twist.

The ceaseless skirmishes inspired guerrilla attacks from humbler sheep of the flock too. No one was surprised when it flared into a climax one day when she walked out in a huff in the middle of it all. She shot off like a bristling arrow that banged opened the Director’s cabin and demanded that we be repatriated to the evening class forthwith, lock, stock and barrel.

The Director was a petite but one bored woman who hated troubles of all kind. She yawned through Nalini’s explosive discharge and advised her to take a break and go home. Meanwhile, the murmur in the classroom had now risen to a loud cheering. Boys and girls were laughing in unison. The Berlin wall had fallen on the floor in a heap.

The omnipresent attendant outside the Director’s door set the grapevine abuzz with startling bytes. It was reported that Nalini had fumed and flailed and had bitten and chewed her nails till they bled and she suckled on the crimson fluid for dear life. The ‘blood sucking vampire’ of the Nut seemed to have been vanquished finally, or did I rejoice too early?

She started skipping her classes and her diminished appearances too seemed watered down manifold. Buds of bonhomie blossomed into coffees and ice-creams with classmates and before long we were staring into the face of the Term End Evaluations. Our superiority was firmly established but the vampire had been silently waiting for that very day. There was a general pandemonium when the scorecards were dispended and I had to blink hard to keep in focus the string of F’s in my score card; the floor under my feet spun. The time for Apocalypse had come.

The next Act of the tragedy unfolded in the director’s cabin where I delivered an impassioned, hoarse and teary speech-cum-ultimatum, citing the precepts and premises of fundamental rights. Before long and without much ado I was handed over my answer sheets in an isolated corner. I quickly figured out that the most of the F’s that my scorecard wore like jewels had sprouted from a single missing closing bracket of a program function I’d written. It resulted in another howling session where I tried to instil in them the fear of the Indian judiciary. Meanwhile, the vampire had quietly slipped away from her alcove amidst the hullabaloo. However, she was promptly summoned the following day, even if Nut was closed for teaching sessions, and asked to eat back her F’s.

It was a sultry afternoon and the campus was thinly populated. Chhotu was away on a more pressing business. To her credit, the vampire materialised at the appointed hour seemingly out of nowhere. She asked me to follow her to the creaky room and latched the door after us in one swift motion. She took a deep breath and proceeded to needlessly rearrange the dupatta over her bust for what seemed like an eternity. My pulse quickened as I looked at her cream-white face framed by short dark hair. Her mouth was half-open and I noticed she had a rather sharp set of canines. She wore a bewitching smell about her, probably a cocktail of perfume and her own glands. Her eyes had a bizarre glint in them as the thin red lipsticks spoke in an unusually thick voice, “You have two options, here!”

My heart was doing a Bharatnatyam against my feeble ribcage.

“You either retake the test which is going to be really tough, or…” She drawled. I heard the clock tick full six sedate seconds before she spoke again, “Or, I award you just Pass grades!”

Needless to say, I grabbed the second option right off her mouth, unlatched the bolt and was quickly scampering down the dark staircase. Later in the evening, Chhotu kept giggling uncontrollably when he learnt of the close encounter.

In a surprise development, Nut-IIT announced its first ever Campus Placement the following week. It was an industry first, people being picked from a programming institute of all such places. To their credit, they did manage to attract a ‘leading corporate’ too. Chhotu was least bothered and he wiped off his fingers with the application forms nonchalantly after an unusually large course of Butterscotch. I too was sceptical off the bat but I applied nonetheless, the poorer partner that I was. As was expected, the recruiters almost left without recruiting even a rat except when the guy from Tata Unisys, the ‘leading corporate’, ran into a recommendation written by a redoubtable professor of IIM Lucknow, the beneficiary of that powerful paper being none other than me. Tata Unisys had already wound up, but they hurriedly recalled me to a discussion about the suitability of the job to me. Apparently, the chief interviewer was an alumnus of the famed management institute, and he revered the mentor who had penned a few paragraphs in my memory. As it happened, the Placement charade at Nut did end in a single recruitment. An organization of repute ended up choosing a man of disrepute.

But apparently, that was not how my Lady Luck wanted it to be. The newspapers sprang up another surprise on me the very next day. A state run bank had finally selected me as an officer after sitting over the results for more than a year.

The Nut was in a festive mood on the last day of the diploma programs. We noticed a white Matador van with a large ‘PRESS’ logo in the parking lot. The corners and stairs were crowded with extra potted plants. Friends and foes were all exchanging rosy, musical greetings. We, the hitherto enfants terribles, were being hailed with superlative sweetness. Someone summoned me to the director’s room and Chhotu followed me naturally, though uninvited. Director was her usual chirpy self. Seated against her were two distinguished looking men. Nalini was also there in a rather floral saree and to my shock, she beamed a smile at me!

“Meet our Man of the Day!” the Director introduced me to the men who were clearly from the ‘Press’. “He has been picked up by Tata Unisys, nothing less!”

“Excuse me, Madam,” I croaked, “What Tata and which Unisys?” I was keenly aware of the many pairs of eyes drilling holes in my face.

“Why? Whom else did they issue a letter?” Demanded the vampire with the usual ice in her voice now.

The men from ‘Press’ were gawking from one face to another.

“Of course, they issued me a letter! They thanked me for my interest in their company and at the same time expressed regrets for not being able to select me because I had cleared a semester with just Pass grades. They said it is against the Corporate Policy of the company to hire low-ranked candidates.” I tried to pour out the accumulated angst of 18 months in those few words.

“Do you have the letter with you?” The Director was duly incredulous.

“I tore it and put the pieces in an envelope marked to The Vampire of the Nut. She will soon receive it in her post.”

“Vampire of the Nut?” Cried the Director, but she crumbled on her own words realising the riddle.

The awkward silence was broken by a wicked giggling sound emanating from Chhotu that quickly grew into a ceaseless cackle. The faces present there were a rainbow of emotions in those few moments. But, I distinctly remember the Giggling Gladiator as he gazed straight into the eyes of Nalini Nayan who was ready to turn into ash and fly to Uranus in a whoosh!

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48 Comments on “The Giggling Gladiator (Part II)”

  1. deb Says:

    that was one heck of a post. long but i was glued to it till the end. superhit 😀

  2. Giribala Says:

    OMG….Nalini Nayan sounds like me….Whoosh, I am going to fly away to Uranus!
    That was a joke. Even though a bit harsh, wonderfully depicted 🙂

  3. umashankar Says:

    Hey Giri, what else do you expect of a blood sucking vampire! 😀 I am happy you appreciated the account.

  4. zephyr Says:

    That was wonderful USP. She sounds like the typical ‘feminist’ of those times which I have written about. Like Giribala, I was nearly a vampire too, but sought shelter in more subtle forms of disdain than a pair of bloodsucking fangs. The finale was nothing short of brilliant.

    • umashankar Says:

      Zephyr, you have hit the heart of the riddle! A pair of bloodsucking fangs would never do any good to anyone, including their owner. I am glad you traded yours with subtler tools. Many thanks for appreciating.

  5. suranga Says:

    The trauma of the missing parenthesis. I wonder if, in all the dedicated effort expended in battling Nalini, you actually wrote, possibly out of sheer spite, and influenced unknowingly by perceived aspects of Nalini, a pointy and harsh chevron in place of a cool smooth closing parenthesis. All leading to highly destructive events of paper and mind.

    In today’s world, you would have had a robotic, unangular, boring comment from a singularly unsympathetic software saying something like “your code cannot be accepted due to ……”, and you would have glared at the screen, banged the mouse and continued again, to complete the assignment in solitary splendor.

    How wonderful, to find your final vocation in an amazing Hindi-film manner, Angry eyes, pointed looks, tearing of sheets, Tata Unisys for glamour (I was in Tata’s when the marriage with Unisys happened :-)), and then someone simply villainishly, and in a delayed court-scene manner, evaluating your debits and credits, and deciding you could possibly be a PA (performing Asset :-)…)

    I can hear “Chhotu” chuckling….

    • umashankar Says:

      Hey Suranga, you seem to have missed the Part I! It was meant to be a harmless tale of a giggling gladiator. 😉 As for Nalini, it was she who started the war. For all that is there, she would have summarily decimated us, had it been in her powers.

      And yes, I get the message :: Too many arguments. 😀

  6. Farida Says:

    Wonder what would have happened if you had chosen the option one.. Very mysterious. Anyway always beware the fury of a woman scorned.. LOL

  7. Kirtivasan Says:

    An absolutely brilliant narration in two parts, a tale which compels the readers to draw their own conclusions. With a natural style, you have unknowingly written the story in superior phrases and words.
    What I see in the story is a zealous and unabashed attempt by the protagonist in unifying for a common cause. And is there a need to say that this pious attempt is a failure? But fortunately chotu and others do realise that a common good is ubiqutous and get salvation from this attempt for a common welfare.
    Well the lucky nut has the time in the world to do experiments with what he considers as truth. Not so lucky the nut-IITian. The nut-IITian gets what he is out for and this is what matters. For, all is well that ends well.

  8. Sudhir Srivastava Says:

    Now this is what I call a wonderful post. It was so interesting and fluid that I read it in two minutes flat. You ended it with finesse and at the right moment. Well done.

  9. Chotu Says:

    It is simply astounding, marvelous, brilliant, wished it could have been lengthier. It was truly nostalgic to move down the memory lane that too paved by your PEN. The vampire sometimes extracted her pound of flesh (mostly of O/P device as the CPU was always shielded by it) though we had the last laugh always, certainly. She tried her level best to break the impeccable friendship, but nevertheless ended in cementing it further. We hacked her empire, her UNIX machine, to show her our superiority in placing brackets and colons, may be semi-colons too. She knew by her heart that it was us, but was never able to prove anything. Once she tried to post the same query separated in time and space to us, I went first and gave some befitting answer, when it was your turn you simply said, “I repeat what CHOTU has said”, she just collapsed. I hope that one day you will publish a book on your Lucknow stay.

    • umashankar Says:

      My friend, I’d have loved to dwell on it further but I was limited by the format. I do remember her desperate bids to part us that only reinforced the bond between us, as you rightly say.

      I will keep the date with Lucknow if and when I write a book.

  10. pchandra Says:

    Mr Pandey, someone praised your blog so much that I am finally here. What a treat I come across!! The Giggling Gladiator!!! Luckily I read Part 1 and 2 in order. I am telling you I held my breath. It could have been a full length novel –The Gladiator has landed!!! That was a perfect revenge on the cold witch! I think you are a true Wordsmith. Haven’t read stuff like “The Berlin wall had fallen on the floor in a heap” in a long time. So much a sentence can say. There is a veritable mine of such sparkling wisdom here. Should I expect a Part 3?

    • umashankar Says:

      The Gladiator has landed, indeed! And may I use that as a title of a future Part III? 😀
      Make yourself at home, Chandra Saheb! Thanks for the 7 Star compliment. God bless the someone who sent you here.

  11. Jaya Says:

    God asked me, “What is your wish in next life?”
    I replied,”Almighty God make me Nut iitian alongwith chotu and USP”
    Jaya

  12. Jyoti Mishra Says:

    rhombus face, tapered pointed chin, clipped voice, icy hush..
    loved the way u create an awesome imagery with words..

    I was hooked till the end 🙂

  13. umashankar Says:

    I am happy I was able to engage your attention. Be there for the next release!

  14. manju Says:

    Wonderful posts (both I & II). Enjoyed them immensely!

    Now I’m off to read some of your earlier posts….

  15. Saru (@SaruSinghal) Says:

    Where is my comment?

    Anyways, I enjoyed it and wish I could meet her someday (as in time travel). Both the parts are very entertaining..:)

    • umashankar Says:

      Which comment Saru? I scoured every canister at WordPress for one. NADA. But its been weird of late. Even I’ve lost some of mine on other sites.

      I do not see time travel anywhere on the horizon but I do promise to entertain further.

  16. Rahul Says:

    Looks like an encounter with Countess Dracula in a riveting read:)

  17. alkagurha Says:

    Brilliant narration…I read it again. Loved the pic too.

  18. AB Says:

    I felt a strange empathy for Nalini the vampire. I am no Freud, but I suspect that some emotional wound inflicted by an uncaring male early in her life left a permanent scar on her psyche.Even now if you tried to pierce her veil of hostility, you would probably discover a warm and fun loving person. OK, I know I am being really fanciful, but blame it on your absolutely riveting tale and your story telling brilliance, which liberated my imagination to soar high into the sky.

    • umashankar Says:

      Proof of life is in being fanciful! And I do seek it in the few that I know. Here is to your soaring imagination! And another to the exhilarating thumbs up!

      Incidentally, I bought the book your brother wrote.

  19. Kiran @ KiranTarun.com Says:

    Ha! I enjoyed reading both saga’s!!

    BTW, thanks for visiting my blog!!!

  20. Deepak Says:

    This was getting interesting and interesting. Both the sagas were brilliant and now looking for third

  21. magiceye Says:

    supremely wickedly funny!!!

  22. Piyush Verma Says:

    Brilliantly written . Amusing , interesting and well-penned tale . Shows your mastery over language .

  23. Latha Says:

    OMG….what a grudge you must be having? couldn’t wait till I came to the end..and the title is awesomest (that’s a word a learned from my son)…Giggling Gladiator..vampire…..hahahaha
    A dictionary is a must when I am reading your posts…first day and already spread the news of your blog to my friends….episode 3 plss….:)

  24. Latha Says:

    🙂 am no angel…just someone who loves to read…:)

  25. Richa Says:

    Missed this one earlier. Amazingly written story there. The poor Vampire. Maybe she was a spurned lover, maybe she had a crush on the giggling gladiator or you :). Can’t stop surmising why she was the way she was! Write a book on further adventures of the Giggling gladiator and you. Really do!

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