I was simmering with fury since the time I had lost those six marks in Physics. I knew the entity guilty for causing this faux pas. But I restrained myself. I knew that it was not the apt time for the counterattack. But I never forget, and never forgive. It was very well thought of plan. The backlash worked to flawlessness. In verity, it worked further than I had expected it to.

From passing on the book to the ‘Professor’ to strategically supply his phone number to the other end. She played her part very well. Unintentional, but it deserved another Oscar. (After me directing it terrifically) The webs of conspiracies were so perplexing that for a moment, I had feared that even I had got entwined in the mess. Unfortunately for ‘Professor’, his ‘sweet-toothed-lady-love’ averted this disaster by … trust girls and their big mouths!

I had anticipated it. The ‘Professor’ was nutty but not as big an idiot as I had estimated him to be. Today he is reading this because of two reasons; one was my blunder, and the other, guess what… his dumb luck!

‘The Professor’ had tasted blood. He had deceived me as a friend completely. Otherwise, today we could have been a powerhouse… He chose otherwise and I always welcome my enemies with a bang. From blaming it on KKK, to vanishing just before the final act, from secretly calling Pitapush, to dragging Ms. Girija into the matter he proved my notion beyond any qualms.

And thinking that I had been his shield during his battles as I never turn my back on those who ask me for my help. No one. This was my blunder.

His dumb luck. He asked me for help.

‘Snehasis… she had called again!’

His voice sounded unsteady.

‘My granny got furious and if my dad gets a whiff of what’s cooking, he’ll boot me out of here. You’ve got to find a solution. And find it quick!’

The poor ‘Professor’ was petrified. He was getting confused and was singing old love songs…

‘Pal pal dil ke paas…’

I knew that he was in a sticky situation. That the girl was taller than our ‘Professor’ wasn’t helping his cause. I tell you, he was factually the laughing stock amongst us. This ‘night queen’ was giving him a very bad time. Just as was our very own ‘King’s’ experience.

In public, he referred to her as ‘a problem’ which generally resulted in quiet sniggers and giggles. He started going through sleepless nights. Those sporadic calls during the night made me more contented. Once during lessons, he had even fainted creating a gargantuan hullabaloo in the midst of us(Me, Munnabhai, The Conman, Llama, Dayan etc…) , his otherwise enemies. His teensy weensy brain could not take this entire load. His appearance reflected his situation. It had become a parched mango pickle from a luscious watermelon. It was clear. The scheme was effective. It was just the first pellet. And it had traumatized its target!

It was almost time for the next stage of my plan. And I decided to give him a short break. To get him ready for the next act.

This part was risky for me as it left many open ends. Luckily, he was too engaged with her to notice it. I had been his closest ally. I knew where to hit him so that it hurt him most. He was very grandiloquent. His spar with the ‘mountain sisters’ and Motka proved my point. Then came his favorite past time. Bragging. And believe me, he was good at it.

The snapshot facsimile of that friendship-cum-love card is still with me. It was only because of my far sightedness that today I have some well-built proofs against him. My plan backfired for a while and made me modify it as… trust girls and their ‘I can’t make up my mind’ attitude. My dear ‘night queen’ actually fell in love with our ‘Professor’! The hundred buck letter-cum-card, those posh offerings showed significant signs of it.

It all started with a little show-off. It turned into quite a show after that. A ‘matinee’ perhaps would describe it better.

Isn’t it amusing that a guy who boasts of memorizing dictionaries and encyclopedias on English language actually fails to blurt out two sentences which are grammatically accurate and writes most of his plagiarized stuff in a word processor!

As on date my theory is operating stalwartly. They are still going through secret rendezvous’. Recently I heard that our bent-necked father-in-law was literally baying for our Professor’s blood. Intelligence Reports confirm that Mr. Prof send our ‘heroin’ a pretty Paris Hilton picture (now anything involving this Ms. Hilton has got to be controversial no…) I look back and watch them hand in hand, walking together. I am still not satisfied. Pretty rancorous no! Any issue involving him. I will love to obliterate him.

This is a promise. And the ‘Heart Break Kid’ always obliges with his finishing move.

You are still UNFORGIVEN ‘Professor’. Stay ready for the sweet-chin-music!

THE CAST

People who deserve a mention (but couldn’t find a place in the scripts):-

Bijju Bhai(the TaleSpinner a.k.a. P. Vijayan Francis), Cinderella (this is my story and I can very well include anyone I like!), Rachet(the one who put my heart in the mixer-grinder!), 14^th August 2004(the most forgettable day in my life), Cherry(our Professor’s staunch bootlicker), HKN(Hitler-Ki-Naani), Shoemeet(our postman), Patora(postman no. 2), Munmun(Prof’s ex…), The King(Pallu’s ex…), and Snehasis Biswas(who went BONKERS!).