Amy: Jack's dream come true

Engineering days, most of guys would relate those days to girl sabbatical days. When every day started with a hope that today would be the lucky day and one will be able to catch a glimpse of that gorgeous girl who computer science department. Mostly days don’t turn out to be lucky and they turn out to be hard when you spot that girl you adore with every part of you with that chimp from her class, smiling away in between lectures. Felling of getting a ‘suplli’ in all subjects in a semester can be handled but watching her on bike with somebody else simply rips your hear apart. Well, the story is same in every engineering college with girls being outnumbered one on ten; life gets hard almost for every guy.

This tale that I am about to narrate is about a guy who’s great at being with girls, one of those guys who share an instant rapport with opposite sex. He is the type whose social circle extends from first year girls to fourth year girls. His reputation of a nice guy seems to waft to every corner in campus. You can spot him in college lawns with some girl explaining her four equations of electromagnetic theory.

Contrary to all expectations this guy fell in for a prank by his friends, for reference sake let’s call this guy Jack. So, our Jack really knew his stuff and we (I, babla, nilpa and budha) doubted that he would fall for the set up, but as we found out it was not that tough probably because the guy got over confident about his capabilities and charm. He would soon discover that internet is not what it appears and sometimes online dating can make you put your exceptionally large foot in your mouth.

So the tale unfolds like this on a hot sweaty afternoon when all four of us (I, babla, nilpa and budha) had bunked college giving in to our laziness, we decided that since our Jack had had no opportunity to display his magic on opposite sex for a long time, why not give him that opportunity and test his ability. :P to cut the long story short have some fun.

A conspiracy was hatched and plan was to create an online identity so vivacious that out Jack was bound to be fall or better still seduced. Hunt for an name began , brainstorming so fierce I doubt any corporate board room would have witnessed as of us were eager to have our invented name to be used as an alibi. After a long drawn discussion we decided on a name (Amy), needless to say those who know us would have guessed babla won, because his creativity stooped to lowest levels.

It started the very same evening at 2:00 AM when jack came online to chat. Amy was waiting for him with eagerness so profound one can easily mistake it for love at first sight except that our poor jack didn’t have any long sight. Amy pretended to be from Australia, Melbourne. Gave out certain facts about her but making sure that she left certain grey areas of mystery lest jack suspects a rat. As I said Jack knew his stuff and was no fool, he started asking questions about Australia and Melbourne and other questions to gauge whether profile was fake or Amy could really be that girl he could brag about to his friends who were ‘lukhas’. Lets we engineers’ have got knack for JIT and Google of course came to aid in answering various questions about Melbourne. After about 45 minutes of interrogation jack was satisfied that he had stumbled on a gold mine and we were pleased that now all that Googling would pay off and reaping time was near. We were careful about the time difference and played accordingly and from this Jack came to know that Amy was a college girl who was just dumped by her bootilicious boy friend and she needed a shoulder for crying and support. Jack decided that he would be her Knight in shining armor. He would be that shoulder on which she could lean and later that shoulder crying could materialize into an overseas affair as I said in engineering days, every guy fantasizes about something or the other; I guess we had just stumbled on jacks dream or Jack just found his dream liaison girl.

The story moved forward and it was now 2 days old and our jack and our Amy had chatted for around 5 hours. With this 5 hour relationship our jack was getting confident by the day and that is when we stuck gold because we didn’t expect we could even get a feast out of this online relationship with Jack. Jack confident about his charm and charisma decided to bet with us that in one week he would graduate from being online friends to overseas phone friends. We pretended to contemplate about this bet among our selves so that our Jack might raise the stake in the bet and he did from ice-cream to dinner and he was ON. He was pleased with himself and we were smug about the scheme we had just hatched.

As luck would have it our comp blew that evening and Jack was disappointed when he didn’t find Amy online that day. We were disappointed too for firstly we were missing out on the fun secondly we feared if Jack got a wind or suspected foul play we would miss out on free food. Good work by Babla and Budha ensured that next day machine was up and running though they had to miss college for that which they were glad to do.

So to ours and jacks relief relationship went ahead and this time Amy compensated for one days absence to Jack by giving him blow by blow account of her break up. The week passed by very quickly and it was D Day. Seventh day of the week and were we looking forward to the treat was like was Jack waiting for Amy to call.

Well the D-Day chat ended with Amy promising jack the she would call Next week and this became point of controversy as Jack now backtracked and said what he meant was that he would make her agree into calling him but what he actually said was that he would make her call in a week and as expected we had another fun argument with jack swearing on his and Amy’s friendship and we making fun about it, cajoling it.

Seems jack now cracked under performance pressure and decided to raise stake in bet for another impossible task and more time but considering that the joke had been carried pretty far broke the news to Jack, hearing which jack got hysterical and stomped out of the apartment and we felt sorry about the dinner as it was sure that now it was a distant reality. Surprisingly Jack came back in 20 minutes and being a sport that he is decided that he would treat us to ice-cream instead and all was back to boring.

The first swing...

One of the rare mornings is Saturday mornings; it becomes even rarer when I can manage to get up at 7 in morning. Driving factor was two fold, primarily my quest to learn something new in this case it was golf- a sophisticated game where you can swing at as many balls as you like, unlike cricket. Secondly, to test my ability to swing against Happy Gilmore’s swing. True to my shattered expectations, my first swing was breathtaking, I must have hit around a zillion microbes, unfortunately none of them were on the ball. My only solace was level of deftness of those who accompanied along, Kamlavatti and Amravati were first timers like me, and they too were testing their inclinations towards golf, I suppose. The other two, Panduram and Bhavikmal were second timers and our coach for the day. Both off them capable of making balls fly in skewed directions.

So, we famous five reached Greens, and to our delight place seemed devoid of any commotion but as soon as we stepped out we knew the reason why? An arresting stench of nearby landfill wafted to us. Kamlavatti and Amravati refused to move out of car because of stench, I guess they were contemplating their decision play golf. Nevertheless, two Joan of the Arcs didn’t back out and braved the stench and the sun.

As we got accustomed to the sensuous fragrance, we decided to concentrate on some swinging. Since yours respectfully, Kamlavatti and Amravati were pros at the game, we took a back seat and allowed growth opportunity for leading and knowledge sharing to Panduram and Bhavikmal to which they rose beautifully and very patiently taught us tricks of the game. Keeping in purview their ability to impart knowledge and communicate well, I am hopeful they will secure a tener in current PPG. (No sarcasm intended, a note of thanks to Panduram and Bhavikmal)

As for three of us, we swigged a few, missed a few and so the training continued till Kamlavatti and Amravati started complaining about sun being a spoil sport. Though Panduram, Bhavikmal and I didn’t give in to constant complaints and continued swinging. As luck would have it our Bhavikmal was soon injured by a gash on his right hand. I guess performance pressure did him in. Anyway, not the ratio was 3:2 as our Bhavikmal who could not play decided to hit shade and provide expert comments on my swing. One that I can recall is “He is playing like Dhoni”….grrrr :P.

Against all this pressure from opposition, Panduram and I stood our ground and kept swinging but most of credit should go to Panduram because his was the final word. His word was law after all it was his car by which we were supposed to go back. So, as they say “Jiski lathi uski bhais”.

After some two hours of golfing we decided to head back home making a stopover for coffee where we apparently gained more than we had lost at superficially tiring game.

I guess Panduram should be thanked for driving us to the golf course. Signing of for now….wait for the next in series.

P.s - Names have been changed to avoid any kind of jokes and comments. :)