For those who are yet to be initiated into the awesome epic of The Ramayana, I have a small piece of information to share.Rama,during one of his sojourns, met Sugreeva,a vanara(the same genre as Hanuman) who was tormented endlessly by his brother Bali,upon a misunderstanding.Rama took it upon himself to free Sugreeva from the torments of Bali and slayed Bali after a mini-battle.
By the way,I had gone on a trip to Bangalore last week,partly to relax after a hectic month of work and partly to do some shopping.I had finished my shopping for the day and were walking down Brigade Road,when i spotted a rotund,pot bellied guy,trudging lazily towards me from the other end of the road.The gait and figure was so familiar but I couldn't place him even after racking my brains trying to figure out where I had seen him.But as soon as he passed us,it struck me.A few extra pounds ,a moustache and a straggly beard were the main reasons why I had'nt placed him yet.
"Sugreeva !!", I yelled.
He whirled round,shocked at hearing his college-nickname called out,at the most unlikely place. His shock quickly turned to a pleasant surprise as he saw me(it was four years since we passed out of our college,where we were classmates)and soon we were hugging and getting each other posted with the events which had taken place in each other's lives in the past four years.Our discussion soon veered to incidents at college,which we never get fed up of reciting, inspite of the number of times we do so.
At college,he had been an ardent fan of certain B-Grade magazines which published tiltillating stories mainly aimed at adolescents.Once we had caught him red handed,reading one such book,and the story which he was reading,had the main protagonist with the name Sugreeva.Though he never owned up to buying that book ,the name quickly caught on,even among girls,who fortunately never knew about the origin of the name.It had infuriated him to no end,and he would fume at anyone who called him by that name.
And one day,after we had completed our freshman year at college,we decided to meet up with the new joinees at our hostel.We marched in and out of the junior's hostel rooms,Sugreeva being one of the main scare-leaders.In one room,there was this boy,bespectacled and geekish, his head buried deep into his Mathematics text,and feverishly working out his assignments.I snatched the text from the guy. Our first-year Mathematics text was written by one Mr.Bali.
I had already intimidated the boy with a couple of questions when my Ramayanic awareness was awakened by the author's name.
I said,"Hey,why the hell do you study from Bali's book? It's too tough.You should try Sugreeva's book".
The boy,already about to piss in his trousers,never sensed the humorous side of my question. "Where can I get that text from?",he asked,innocently,his big,round eyes staring at me from beneath his spectacles.
That was when I got my brainstorm. I pointed to Sugreeva,who was already spreading fear throughout the hostel,terrorizing each and every soul who came his way. "You can ask that guy".
The boy hesitated,but one stern glance from me,and he was off to Sugreeva and had asked him for the "Mathematics text by Sugreeva". We watched joyfully as Sugreeva flew into one of his rages,scared the boy out of his wits.He never again could summon the courage to look Sugreeva in his eye, until they met each other time in a less hostile and more professional office environment and a Sugreeva having mellowed down quite a bit by then.
We were laughing at how scared the boy was,when Sugreeva surprised me when he told me that they shared the same apartment as well,as they worked in the same company now.
The mention of the apartment reminded us of another incident involving him.Our apartment,during college was in a posh residential area with its kitchen window facing a house ,which was rented out by a dozen pretty airhostesses.Inspite of repeated warnings from each of us,Sugreeva could never resist the temptation to peek at them from our kitchen .One day, the apartment bell rang.Two of us answered the bell.To our pleasant surprise ,one of the airhostesses was at our door.We weren’t allowed to entertain any new hopes as she snapped angrily.
“Your cook is such a nuisance ! Will you ask him to stop staring at girls all the time”.
Cook ???’’ ,We asked in unison,flabbergasted. We never had a cook at our apartment. It just needed a split second to realize who the cook was.We assured the girl that it wouldn’t repeat again,slammed the door and before the half asleep Sugreeva knew it,we had landed blows on all exposed parts of his body.
We were laughing again,when Sugreeva surprised me once more. He was in love with a girl in his company and they were getting engaged in June. I started jumping up and down for a treat and insisted that I wanted to meet his girl in person. He okayed the idea of a treat,but would never let me see the girl in person.He relented,only when he had sworn me to secrecy upon God , that the above incidents would be kept a secret from her,atleast until they got engaged to each other. I agreed and was rewarded with a sumptuous dinner the next day, before I left Bangalore.
