Chapter 4

Dinesh Chellappa, not a name you would enjoy having, but I guess I did not have an option. It was something I had to put up with, right from the second Rasa's sperm fertilised an ovum, giving rise to the being that was me!

It might look very cool in the movies, but moving about in Sumos and Qualis' with ten people around you wherever you go, waiting to do whatever you want them to, is not always fun. I lost my privacy at a very young age. The little bit of it I gained back was only during college, when I insisted on being a hostelier, citing academics as a reason.

When Shvetha was part of my life, I had forgotten all the shit that was around me. Life was unbounded, and I found new ways to redeem myself. We used to do stuff every couple did, like going to the theatres, and spending long hours staring more at one anothers faces, than at the movie screens, getting into a lonely, but romantic restaurant and eating together to glory, many incidents, and all this was done without the 'bodyguards' getting a clue. Shvetha had always come to talk to me on her own post the parlour incident. She told me about how she loved picking other's pockets and how she had done it for a dare with her friends on me, in the parlour. Slowly, we started getting smitten by one another, and against the usual practice, it was she who asked me out. I would have been out of my minds, to have refused a date of that sort. A few months later, we were going steady.

When summer is on, can winter be far behind! Papa Rasa got to know about this affair of mine. As any stereotyped cliched don dad would behave, my father immediately asked me to get rid of the girl as soon as possible. I knew I wouldn't do it, and so obviously he too would know it. So I expected his next move to be bad, but I did not predict rightly the extent of damage his next move would cause!