My name is Jovelyn Cabilao

My name is Jovelyn Cabilao. I live in Cebu, Philippines. I’m 18 years old, fair, slim and I’ve blue wide eyes. I’m a prostitute.
In my olden days, in fact just a few years back from now, when I was with my parents in the village near Cabria Lake, everyone called me beautiful. I know I’m beautiful. My eyes are wide and lips just as enough and red, not like most of other Philippine girls. That’s why everyone called me beautiful and when I passed near Cebore’s parlor, on my school days, young (and old too) men suddenly fall in silence and start looking at me. This was usual, I know I am beautiful and so I paid little attention towards them.
When I turned 17, I became fatherless. He did not died but he left us, me, my mother; she was also beautiful like me but a little older and my younger sister, her name is Marine. So, all of a sudden responsibilities fell on my head, I was just seventeen but as it was a common thing there, no one bothered at all. I tried for a job almost whole the year and finally I ended up as a prostitute, just like any other poor Philippine girl of my age. In fact I’m not a prostitute, after all I’ve decided to become one a week back, last Wednesday morning, after I took advice from my best friend, I prefer not to mention her name, she also works as one. I’m still a virgin and my friend too. Oh… she might be I’m not sure. I’m not talking about the prostitute you all think, it’s different. It’s called a cam girl. Well, others work here like me, they are many, may not agree with the term prostitute but I believe, to become a prostitute you don’t have to sleep with a man actually. Even at first, when Cianna told me about this job, oops I mistakenly told her name, I was not ready to agree. Finally I thought, what’s wrong with this anyway, after all I’m not becoming a prostitute! But after I started doing this, I really felt like one. It is not a disgusting feeling because no one in Philippines, except Cianna (she won’t tell this to anyone) knows about my job and it is a happy thing as far as my world and my dreams are limited to Philippines.
The Job is pretty simple; I’ll have to undress before a cam (a webcam not the man behind!) and has to do whatever my customer wants me to. After all it was a solo job, and even if I really enjoyed what I do I’ll never felt awkward. I very well know mistakes are mistakes only if someone comes to know about it. Cianna told they will pay in advance and if they don’t never ever do the job. We don’t have a credit card; we even don’t have a bank account so we all relied on xoom, a money transfer website.
I never get paid for the first job I did, I was cheated on that day by a well looking guy, and he told his name Simon, from Texas. Texas is in America and I heard that people in America are rich and what I asked was just 25 $(not ‘just 25$ for me, it’s a big amount here, but for him definitely).
He cheated me. Well, I believed he was cheating me till this afternoon.
I was nervous, and not well educated with computers. Cianna taught me the basics and when she went to her province agreed to give her computer for a few days to me. That was enough, minimum 25 $ a day, you may get even more, and like that for the whole week, enough for one or two months right? I’ll even be able save some for my family too. Cianna had advised me not to spend much because the first thing I’ve to do is to buy a computer. Oh she is much reluctant in borrowing her to me I thought. Even though it was my first attempt and I was not well prepared but I managed to found one on yahoo chat and that is Simon, I told you the man who cheated me.

He was very fast and direct in moving things. No wonder in calling them, the westerners shameless I thought. But it was my fault too,
“I asked him, will you help me hon.”
Any man can easily understand the meaning if a girl of my age, on a midnight, with a cam asking you directly like that. So I can’t blame him fully. But the westerners are shameless. I know that, don’t ask me why.
“Well, what is the advantage in helping a Philippine girl whom I never seen before and probably even not in the future?”
“I’m a cam girl”
I never knew that he was teasing me.
“What does it mean?”
“I’ll show you.”
“But I can see you even now.”
“Not like this. I’ll show you everything.”
“What if I’m not interested?”
Not interested? I’m hearing such a word from a man for the first time in my life. I’m the most beautiful girl in my village (even now! Even though I left my village, I know that) and I thought everyone is interested in me. I was about to show everything, everything which I kept with myself for all these years to this man for the first time, just for 25 $ and he is not interested? I worth more. I felt.
“I don’t know.”
He smiled. “I’ll send the money as a help. But not for free, you do what you said. Ok?”
“Yes I’ll but first help me.” I was turning to be a prostitute. I smelled that change in me.
“Ok, how much?”
“50 $”
“20?”
“40”
“30?”
“Ok, send me.” Oh god, I worth 30 $!

“Wait for a second. I’ll make the transaction now, gimme you address.”
I waited. I was happy and I was sad. He too had a cam and I was seeing him. He never seems to be an American, he had black hair like me, but he was fair. The first one in my life I thought. The man! Suddenly I started developing affection towards him, I felt the change. Will prostitutes really enjoy their customers? I don’t know. After all this was my first ever experience, as a prostitute (cam girl, I’m not a prostitute!) and as a women too. He seems to be busy with the transaction, I was observing him. His eyes had a magical attraction in them, they were black and his smile was beautiful too. Clean shaved even though the greenish tint of growing hairs had started spreading, I felt them on my cheek, on my neck and all over me. I kissed him, “I love you.”
He smiled. “Done honey, so that’s it. I did what I promised and now it is your turn.”
“Can you send me the receipt to my mail dear?”
“Sure, and the transaction id is X1288-976-9764-8865”
“Have you put a secret word for transaction?”
“Yes, angel”
“Tell me the word”
“Angel. I told you”
“Angel?”
“Now it’s your turn. Common kiss me. Kiss me on my lips.”
I did. I never told him that I was a virgin. I never told him he was the first man in my life. I never told him I was hungry and haven’t had food since noon. I never told him that I really started loving him. I don’t know why, but I knew I really loved him that day. May be because he was rich. Or may be because… well, I don’t know.
I did everything he asked me to. Sometimes I surprised hearing certain things, I was never used to them, I was seeing myself like that for the first time in my life and I laughed most of the time. He enjoyed that. Sex is beautiful. I thought. Oh, sex might be. I’m still a virgin, you know. I told you westerners are shameless. You understood why?
I was tired. I felt sleepy. I just wanted to sleep, right beside him, hugging him. I know he is in a cam and I thought if men could come out of cams when we really need them, it would be nice.
“Are you tired honey?”
“Have you enjoyed?”
He smiled. He told something else.
“I thought you’ll cheat me. I thought you are waiting to say a good bye after receiving that receipt.”
“I dint and I was not.”
I never said him how much I enjoyed that day with him, after all I’m a women right? We should not express our feelings just like that.
“Can I ask you something? What if I was cheating you? What if the receipt I send you was a fake?”
“What?”
I dint know what to say. What if you gave everything to a man believing that he is the one and finally realizes everything was just a fake? Well here the situation may be different; I might be a prostitute (I’m not. I’m a cam girl. Don’t even dare to call me a prostitute.) But I really felt like that. I started crying.
“Why dint you checked the transaction with that track number?”
“I believed you.”
“Well, I’ll tell you something. Jovelyn, never ever believe anyone in your life.”
I was tired. I was hungry. I dint have the energy to argue with him. I sat there with blank eyes.
“Will you help me?”
He dint even noticed. He continued,
“I was nice, truthful and trustworthy once. I loved a girl for one year just to realize finally that I was not the only one in her life. I cried a lot. Men are not supposed to cry right? Then what will they do if they can’t hold it? I tried to end up everything in a moment. Failed in that attempt too, again to realize the existing everlasting loneliness in me and nothing is going to make any difference. Life always wants you to face things unexpectedly right?”
“But I was truthful. I never cheated you. I did what I promised.”
“Do you expect me to send you the money?”
“Will you?”
“Do you trust me?”
“I have to. I’ve no other way.”
“Then listen, I want to do once again. Help me. Sit their naked. Do what I say.”
I again felt sad more than because of the feeling that I was cheated; it was hard to realize that this man is considering me as a prostitute.
“What are you thinking about me man?” I was not rude. I was tired.
“Shut up. Do what I say. You already lost 30$, and if you obey me few minutes more you’ll get more. Trust me or just leave with empty hands.”
Obey? This is my body. I’m not a prostitute. Who is this man to order me?
I dint say anything. I woke up, undressed myself, this time slowly because I was tired and lost, went and sat on my bed just looking at him. Those eyes were supposed to be dark and beautiful for me but I just felt them just dark now. I looked at them; I sat there, watching myself to be utilized.
When he did he asked me,
“What if I was cheating you twice?”
I smiled this time.
“Well, did you enjoy doing with me dear?”
I closed the window. Shut down my computer. Fell to my bed crying, this time, louder. I don’t know why I was crying but I know it was never because I lost the money. After that I started feeling like a prostitute, much more than before, even though I never attempted that again. May be because I got a job as a stenographer next day (well it won’t give you 25$ a day, but I was happy) or may be because of that day, or may be… I really don’t know.
I almost forgot everything. But I knew, there was something missing in me after that night, I was still a virgin but I felt I’m not. I lose my confidence to avoid guys looking at me; rather I felt my self down. I know I haven’t lost anything that night still the feeling was hard avoid. Truly this was happening to me for whole this week.
Today, Cianna visited me at my office. After we had coffee from the canteen, she asked me, “You said, you never did that again. Right?”
“How? You know, I even don’t have a computer and I lost interest in all those. Now I enjoy this job too”
“Then how did you find a friend from India?”
She picked up a packet from her bag, a big one, addressed Miss Jovelyn Cabilao from Cebu, that’s me. It was from someone in India; we tried with the best of our knowledge but failed to pronounce the long name written on it.
“India?”
We opened it, to my surprise a nice white kurthi (‘kurthi’ as written on the label, it’s the first time I’m seeing such a thing anyway, it has nice embroidery works in it) and a long white frock with several folding. There were nice pearls and small crystals attached to it. Definitely a costly one, something which I couldn’t even dreamt of in my life. There was a message too on a small paper,
“To an angel, I cheated twice on a night.”
Now I’m wearing that dress now. Almost three hours passed, I’m still sitting in front of the mirror.
Probably I’ll never meet him again in my life but now he is here, I can feel his breath right on the nape of my neck, it was like, it was like ‘a prostitute suddenly becomes an angel’!
I don’t understand the reason why he sent this to me, if he really wanted to cheat. I never understood him.
Probably the girl once he loved too.

Love always,
Jovelyn Cabilao.



Dedicated to Jovelyn Cabilao, the girl I cheated twice on a night.

Missing Beats

CHAPTER TWO

Missing Beats.

After all tomorrow is another day!

Mitchell, Margaret.

Gone with the wind

So the task is assigned and all I’ve to do is to write a love letter. Not simply a love letter but a letter with some standards so that it can be used for future purposes also.

“He can do it. He is a master in writing” seems the great CA has started envying my freedom.

“For god’s sake, how come you know my dear friend?” even though writing a letter is not a Herculean task I just got irritated with that response.

“You should have some abilities man! You try, you’ll become one.” He is always funny.

In fact the problem was not the letter, as per the experience till to date I have already assumed that the task wont be that simple anyway. What will they do to complicate it?

They may ask me to write it with my left hand. Or else they may ask me to write it with….. They may even go to that extent. Help me god!

My fears were worthless. It was simply a love letter.

“But to whom?”

I never thought that will be violation of the first rule and immediately I got the reward too.

“Whom? You are gonna give it to the whole sixty three and each copy should get signed in its back and must return to me with in 24 hours!”

Enough to keep me busy for whole the day! Still seems good. Loving all of them at the same time. Sixty three girls and the one and only me! Hare Krishna!

Do they have any divine ability to read our thoughts too?

“See, what I told you is all about writing a letter and never take it as a freedom to violate the rules. They are still your sisters.”

Whatever!

Honey,

How long does it take to steal one small piece of an unknown heart?

42 hours? By that time, in minutes precisely, which comes around 2520, my heart might have beaten 2520x 72 +/- standard deviation 40 times, and to my surprise I realized some of them were missing! It was a mystery until last midnight, when I found a little girl hiding a piece of my heart in her hands! As beautiful as an angel, her eyes were shining like diamonds! She smiled, kissed me and then flew away. Right from that moment I was searching for those eyes, and finally here I’m. I never ever thought it was you!

So, you have been caught! You know I don’t like harassing girls, so you can keep that with you. I just need answer to this one,

“Are you gonna hold it forever?”

“Hmm. Not bad. Anyway, as a senior, just because of the love and concern that I have, I’m advising you, please please don’t attempt this anymore. What does it mean in fact? ”

I already had lost a piece of my heart and now this guy is playing with the rest! He walked away.

“Hey, that’s why I told you are a master in writing!” Now it’s my best friend’s turn.

“No one will understand, what you really meant! But I’m damn sure that your mother is teaching mathematics! ”

“My grand father was also a math teacher”

“So it’s genetic”

I smiled.

Anyway the task was still not completed and of course pramu is there to help you! He already had two thirds of the photocopies with him. I satisfied with the rest.

“Who wrote this?”

“A senior interested in you”

“What’s his name?”

“Depends!”

The job soon turned pretty boring. Every girl turned an angel receiving that letter.

They need explanations, assurance and of course some flattering before the letter got signed. I’m damn sure, if it was a legal document or something, they may not even look at the first sentence, even if it’s a trap, crap or whatever! Stupid girls!

“Tired?”

I was sitting on the last bench, alone leaving all those letters with pramu. Mind was wandering somewhere else, and it took time to come back.

“You? I mean who you are. Nope what are you doing here I mean I’m tired!”

It was much a pretty face and I wondered why I dint noticed that yet.

“You have one for me too?”

She sat beside me. As beautiful as an angel, with wide shining eyes, and long curly hairs goes some where hugging those neck n shoulders.

“You are really beautiful!”

“Well, that’s not the answer to my question.”

“Yup, of course I’ve.” I took the original copy from my pocket, stroked those ‘42 hours’, and wrote ‘you were much faster. It just took 3 seconds’ and gave it to her.

She laughed. “Can I keep it with me?”

“It was really meant to you angel!”

She continued laughing.

“Vineetha, that’s what people usually call me!”

* * * * * * * *

It was the first love letter in my life and who knows that might be the turning point in my life too. Nineteen years of bachelor life is well enough for a man to find out the reason for those missing beats. I was always reluctant, shy even though not that bad enough to draw no one’s attention. I don’t know how truthful I’ll be saying nineteen years of bachelor life. My love life had begun even earlier, say right from the age eight. Of course I was in third standard, and on a fine morning I developed crush towards her. I’m sorry that I can’t remember her name, but I still remember the frock she was wearing that day had nice roses stitched on it. After six long months of love life, even though I never talked to her after that day; I opened my heart with a big greeting card on Christmas. No loves printed on it, no words to talk for me but it was big. Definitely indicating how much I love her! Sometimes life is so cruel, even to someone like me, just turning nine, a little boy, not even grown up to face this hard life. The card I got in return was the smallest one I’ve ever seen in my life! I never knew, still I don’t know what she meant by that. Sometimes we might have the same way of thinking! Anyway that was enough to indicate her feeling towards me. You know, life is hard, and still I survived.

Then I grew from that little boy as years passed. I learned to throw flying kisses, I mastered the art of whizzing, and above all my vocabulary was improving day by day. We found the same word can have different meanings, and what is hidden is always beautiful than what is shown. I learned to imagine, and to compose theories based on that. We discussed, each came with evidences sometimes bit of an article, or else a small pic from somewhere. Still we all knew there is still plenty to learn!

By seventh I learned, simply by hugging and laying together you can’t have babies!

“For that, you have to fuck man, fuck!” I’m still thankful to our big, fat Kumar for the information.

“But how?”

“Much complicated! You won’t understand it now.” We all respected him, and no one have the courage to ask more.

Now I wonder where the love had been gone all those days! We all were, chronic bachelors and what we just had was curiosity and you know, thrush to learn.

When I turned thirteen, it started to blow again. After a long search for two years, I found one. In fact she just fell in front, as if the al mighty finally started throwing mercy up on me. I was on my way to tuition classes and suddenly a girl came to me riding a cycle just to land it in front of me right on the ground.

“Hi, I was riding my bicycle” she said, while patting dust on her salwaar.

“Well, by the way you landed; I thought it was an aero plane”

She smiled, slowly picked up that cycle and this time not attempting to ride, and moved pushing it aside.

“I know you; your mother is a teacher, right?”

Well, she knows me too. She was beautiful and what else you need. A beautiful girl is landing in front of you and says ‘I know you’!

I always kept that secret with me that I was searching for that (or someone like?) girl for the whole damn two years! I never told her that I love her, I never wrote a letter. Don’t ask me why, you know I was just afraid!

And another two years of love life ended just like that, with two friendship cards!

Well she always called me friend, and I never disagreed. After all a friendship was well enough for me, what I need was just her presence.

Even though those were just a few ‘accidental’ meetings!

Now, at nineteen, no more a teen, I’m sitting here in this last bench, wondering what just happened was a dream or not.

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it's raining here!

CHAPTER ONE


Ah Ha!

Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.
Plato.

“This always happens with you Nath. You begins the journey much excited, too confident, always lazy, and finally ends up like somewhere here a little behind the destination”
I was walking with my mom and brother both accompanying me to the new college,
Beside the national highway, a four liner, niggling across a thousand street sellers.
All seen were new to me, so interesting.
“I’m talking to you Nath, this is your future”
He continued.
At the age of nineteen who the hell is much aware of the future, for someone like me it’s something that will be happening after a thousand years,’ future’!
“This sounds good to me, after all veterinary doctors are also doctors right?”
I smirked at mom.
That did not feel funny to her,
“So you’ve decided?” Mom opened her mouth
“Yes” I was damn confident.
“Well, it’s all up to you” she always stood with her children.
By the time we had reached the entrance of my new destination, as the name says,
College of Veterinary Sciences, Mannuthy.

I was one among the successful candidate of the previous year medical entrance exam, holder of a reasonably good rank. Not successful enough to grab a seat in the medical college, still not enough to grab one in a dental college either and as my brother said, a little behind the destination ended up here in this veterinary college.
“It was not my fault anyway; they are not admitting students to two medical colleges this year due to some recognition issues.” I tried to cover up the fact that I could have a better rank. But I can’t, I know, everyone knows coz I’m Sreenath Narayan, who always land his ass a little behind where it actually meant to be. So here I’m.
For a widow who was born, grew, lived and now runs a middle class family who suffered lot in her life and for a budding engineer, a doctor from the family will be a great thing.
For me too, but this too sound good for me.

“Well guys, welcome to the world of animals, the real humanitarians.” The Dean’s voice echoed over the walls of that small auditorium. That voice itself was enough to convince what he just finished now. “Wow I never heard a buffalo voice over microphones.”
I murmured.
“You said it man!”
A lean hand fell over my shoulder just to give a knock at my head
I discovered there origin, that were from the charm, fair, short boy just behind me
“Thanks for the gift, but it hurts” I said
“Pramod, call me pramu”
“Why should I?” I was just recovering from that knock.
“Because nice people do”
“So am I” I smiled.

And the admission procedures were over in an hour or two and much of the time was stolen for the buffalo speech, still it was interesting. Of course during the rest, I was busy talking to my new friend. He was the happiest guy I ever met in my life, always finding something funny about the world around him.
Mom and brother left, leaving behind me in a strange world, a world of animals as the dean said, alone with his luggage in the nastiest room he saw ever in his life, furnished with mural paintings which were modified through ages by several hands and rare manuscripts that you wont find anywhere else other than a veterinary college hostel room. Well we only have one in the state and hence it rules!

* * * * * * * *

“Expand BVSc &AH”
The question was straight to me and it came from an organ hidden somewhere behind a large mustache. It was one thirty in the midnight, right at the corner of our hostel corridor and I was standing with twenty to thirty of my batch mates, exactly like prisoners who just entered the quantinamo.
I lifted my chin, stared at him as if I’m asking ‘this was all about?’ In the middle f this chilling night, I’m standing here as if I was just came out of my mothers womb, with out even a bit of cloth to cover my chubby body and this guy wanted to know the full form of our course!
I said, “Bachelor of veterinary sciences and animal husbandry.”
“Hmm.” he turned to the next, then to next. All came out with the same answer. After all we are all aware of our course name at least.
“You fat little fuckers, the standard is going down day by day, and I have to start from the basics”
He occupied himself in a broken chair in the corner and continued. “Well, let me introduce myself. I’m Professor First fuck and I’ll be dealing with basic sciences this year. You can call me Fifu.”
“I like that, Fifu, sound funny na?” it was pramu.
“See, I want complete silence in my class and who the F is talking there?”
He got caught. “All the best friend” I gave him the best I can.
“Come here. You little cute” he make him stand in front of us and started patting his ass, naked ass! Even though we were all naked and trying to cover as much as with the two hands (damn it, can you believe that? just two hands to cover all this 75kgs!)
It was nice to see my best friend facing us like that.
“What is your name dude?”
“Pramod sir”
“Ok, from now onwards you are not just Pramod, you will be called the CA, Common Ass” he continued patting over the common property he proclaimed just now.
He repeated
“What is your name dude?”
“I’m Promod, the Common Ass Sir!”
“I like you man! See guys this CA is not just the CA now, he will be the guinea pig for our experiments, the specimen for our descriptions for the whole year ahead! Salute him!’
We all did.
“So, back to lessons. Anyone knows the expansion of BVSc & AH? No? Think guys!”
He was losing his patience.
“Let’s take it one by one; we are all bachelors so obviously B must stand for Batchelor! What this fucking bachelor life is all about? There comes the ‘V’ thing, vanam man vanam!”
“What’s that?” The guy next to me asked me.
“Rocket, A fire cracker and mostly MASTURBATION!” it just came out as a reflux.
“God! Damn it!”
“So, BVSc is Bachelor of vanamadi sciences.” After all that is all about the Batchelor life isn’t?
He sobbed.
“AH? Nothing but Ah Ha!” always that follows an episode. Isn’t dude?”
The question was to our CA
“Yes sir!”
“Then say Ah Ha!”
We all did. And by the first lesson we all learned what this whole fucking bachelor life is about and yes we all realized, this is all about the year ahead also, Ah Ha!
“Dear students, today I’ll end up this class with one more lesson, in fact I’ll show you something.”
He led us to the window and pointed towards the left, there stands the great clock tower of our college.
“Listen every man has a clock tower which he always proud of, and so our great college too. Salute it!”
We all did.
‘What’s that?” still, the one next to me.
No one replied. Everyone was standing there right beside the window, in the ice cold midnight looking at the great creation, wondering how far an imagination can go.
“Great man! Just great!” seems, the guy himself found the answer.

* * * * * * *

Knock! Knock!
It was just six thirty in the morning, and we all were late to bed after the great lessons of professor Fifu.
“Who the hell is that?”
“Post!”
This early? What happened to postal department? Are they nuts or something?
I opened the door.
“YOU???” the guy with never ending doubts!
“When did you appointed as the postman?”
“Well, just after the class. You all went to bed and I went to our professor to clarify about that last thing. My lessons continued, met three more professors, associate professors, lecturers and I don’t know, they were so many!”
“You stupid?”
What a nice morning! I never expected to meet the greatest fool or else the most innocent I ever knew in the very next day in the campus itself.
“After those three exhausting hours I learned one lesson. Just one, but the greatest in my life! NEVER EVER QUESTION YOUR SENIORS!”
In fact it was the first time I’m having such a long talk with this guy, after all it was just the second day here, but he continued as if we knew for years!
“I even cleaned three toilets yesterday man!”
“Leave it …” forgot to ask his name.
“Subin. Now the official post man of our hostel”
“Well, I’m Nath. Anyway what the mail is about?”
“Yup, forgot that. We all are requested to follow the 10 commandments for the next academic year. Here is your copy.”
I officially received my copy, to my surprise handwritten and that too in a neat handwriting.
“Who prepared this?”
Subin was busy talking to his next ‘addressee’.
“I was not the only one with doubts and poor chap he prepared for four or five coming batches also!”
I laughed, well realizing that my chance won’t be too far.

The Ten Commandments.

1. Never ever question your seniors. Just follow.
(You have living examples of consequences!)
2. Never waste your time. Be right back in the hostel after the classes.
(We have assignments to complete, Records to draw and of course much more lessons to teach!)
3. Consider your batch mates as your sisters.
(They are our property)
4. No lecture notes
(Why do they invent Xerox machines?)
5. You are prohibited in following places.
A. Coffee house. (Our hang out)
B. Gymnasium (We are not prepared for a fight)
C. Bar (Give us money; you will be served on an affordable service charge of 3
Pegs for each peg served.)
D. Appukuttan’s point. (Always a mystery for juniors)
E. Shanthi aunt’s home. (Oops! She is already busy)
6. You are not supposed to use the playground unless otherwise your seniors are short of playmates. (You practice picking up our boundaries man!)
7. Never open your books until the eve of your exams, exams which are considered necessary for a pass.
(Never increase the work load of your teachers by answering all class tests.)
8. You are not supposed to wear any branded clothing, perfumes, shampoos or whatever.
(You are requested to use your brush and tooth paste regularly!)

9. Never go alone to the following places. Ask at least one of your seniors to accompany you
A. Cinema theater
B. Ice Cream/Pizza/Burger parlors.
(We are all happy to help you. Never hesitate to seek help.)
10. Don’t laugh.
11.
(This space is intentionally left blank. You can expect anything at anytime. )

“That all comes to eleven. Right?”
“Shut up.” Pramu was busy walking to the class.
“Nath, do one thing. Read the first one and then count once again.”
Oh. That explains everything.
It was just seven thirty and why he is so busy anyway.
“Hello, are you that interested in cat n cows?”
He stopped. Slowly turned around, move his mouth closer to my ears and said as quiet as he can.
“Man, yesterday I got one great secret from Professor Fufi. See our girls also have these 10 commandments and you know what the eighth one is all about?”
I read it once again. “You are not supposed to wear…”
“Yes man, yes they have one more thing in that list.”
“What exactly is that?”
“What exactly you want?”
“A top?”
“No. They are not that liberal. It’s something useless. Still they all wear it inside.”
“REALLY?”
“Yes, you got it. Now quick!”
Even my foot steps were getting faster and of course heart started rushing.
We reached our class almost thirty minutes earlier and to our surprise it was already house full! Even the girls were already present. Naturally and also due to an inherent reflux which all great guys possess we moved to the last bench. There was only one man; he introduced himself as Raghu Ram. As lean as a pencil and as dark as it’s tip.
“So guys, you also heard about the gender modifications of the eighth commandment?”
“No just because we are a little more studious.” Pramu already had an answer. Well he is always quick, I thought.
“Anyway that was a lie. We scanned the whole sixty three sitting there!”
We both were speechless.




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i have got a lot more to say, well if you listen....