One Black Friday

During our days, weekly NCC was on Friday evenings. And thereby making all Fridays ‘Black Fridays’. I cannot tell you why, but I just hated NCC. Maybe, just like in my childhood, I used to catch a cold whenever I had a peppermint. So I started hating peppermint. On Fridays, NCC replaced evening games and that was something I could not reconcile.

It was one such Friday and we were in the study hall, after which we had to put on those drab NCC dresses and just march in rows for around an hour, with the Subedhar and other teachers trying to make our lives even meaner.

“Ravi, keep your arms straight and dig in your heels, you are marching like a pregnant duck” Mr. K.V.Rao would shout.

And people around me would laugh as of they were doing anything better. I used to try all stunts possible by a poor saikor to avoid NCC. Mostly I used to line up in the sick line, but to my horror or my bad luck, it would either be Mr.Basavayya or Mr N.C.S, who come and check the sick line. And the first thing they would say is

“Ravi go back and join your house”.

“But Sir…..” I would try to fake an injury.

“Gooooo”

I had no other option but to fake a limp for a few yards and then run and join my friends.

So, we were still in the study hall, waiting for the impending NCC gloom. I closed my eyes and prayed “GOD, GOD, GOD Please please please” and when I looked around I found many of my friends with closed eyes too, either praying or sleeping. And when so many innocent saikors pray, how can God refuse. There was a sudden gush of cold wind into the hall carrying dust and dried leaves. We heard the whiplash of a lightning before a huge ear shattering thunder. It was nothing short of a miracle, it started raining so heavy and loud that our house master did not notice the shout of joy from all of us.

NCC was cancelled that day.

Four of us, in PT dress decided to explore the outside world. It was still raining but that did not stop us. We walked into the outside world, past the main road towards the railway track. We could hear a train pass by. The surroundings were exquisite. The rain stopped but the drops kept falling from the trees. The sounds of frogs’ croaking, the birds chirping made the ambiance electric. We were in search of berries and ripe palm fruits. I was separated from the rest and walked on. The loneliness and the wet feeling were heavenly. And suddenly, I felt as if the cupid shot an arrow at me and it made me feel sexy. A feeling we get and what we describe as being horny. It was my first time, being a fifteen year old, that sort of feeling was original. Some unexplainable feelings, when our hormones pump up. I cleared some thick bushes and climbed on to a small bund bordering lush green fields. 

Then I saw a beautiful girl walk towards me. She was carrying a bundle of grass on her head. She looked stunning, almost like a fairy. I had never seen such a beautiful girl before, maybe in that frame of mind. The oscillatory movement of her hips when she walked blew my mind off its poise. I could see her tits clearly behind her wet sari. She came closer, as I stood in her way transfixed and maybe my mouth was also partly open. I could not get my eyes off her. My heart beat was so loud that she might have heard it. “Aiint Abbayee, What are you looking at” She asked. Her voice was sweet and soothing.

Now I can relate two scenarios after this. The first is:

“Aiint Abbayee, What are you looking at” She asked.

I mustered all the courage and said “You are very beautiful”

She just smiled.

“You are more beautiful than Hemamalini” Her smile widened, parting her pink lips a bit. “Can I touch you please?”

She dropped the bundle of grass on the ground, to indicate that my wish was granted. I touch her, for the first time in my life I sexually touched a girl. I fondle her breast and then we make passionate love in the bushes. A Saikorian’s virginity was broken. The experience was unambiguous. And first-time experiences are always cherished throughout out life.

The second scenario is:

“Aiint Abbayee, What are you looking at” She asked.

I mustered all the courage and said “You are very beautiful”

“You are more beautiful than Hemamalini” Her smile widened, parting her pink lips a bit. “Can I touch you please?”

“Ollamo ollamo this boy is troubling me” she shouted.

And out of nowhere, some people rush out with what I can say very dangerous weapons like a sickle and the like. Out of that one particular man was looking angrier, maybe he was her husband. He looked like a just bathed buffalo. His body glistened in the evening light. He came menacingly towards me and caught hold of me and you know a fifteen year old Saikorian’s first experience of being beaten black and blue.

But the actual scenario is:

“Aiint Abbayee, What are you looking at” She asked.

I was shaken out of my hypnosis.

“No. No. nothing” I mumbled and ran away from her as fast as possible to join the rest of my friends.

Oh what an experience or what a waste of opportunity?