Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Marut and his Pens - Story 2 - Marut at the airport

Ever since I wrote the first Marut Pen story, I have been inundated with numerous letters from fans of my blog for more Marut Pen stories…

What?

Well…this I can say with confidence that at least 50% of my fans implored me for more of Marut…(!!)…

What?

Yeah…it is true…

How?

Let me clarify…ha ha ha…I know for sure that two of my friends read my blog…and one of them asked me, ‘when are you going to post the next Marut Pen story?’ See…50%, no?...ha ha ha…

Anyway…I enjoy recounting and writing about Marut, his pens and his face-offs with his missus because of his passion for fountain pens…so, here goes…

The other day Marut had gone to the airport along with his missus to see off his in-laws who were going to the US of A. Marut hails from a village and he attended school there and then went to the nearby towns for his college education…and he was forced to come to the capital city after marriage. He is distinctly uncomfortable when he is made to go out of his comfort zone. Poor chap…you should see it to believe his discomfort…he has to wear shoes and tuck his shirt in and all that everyday in the name of formal dressing…he just detests it…and for somebody like him, the airport is something way out of his league. He feels lost in such ‘posh’ spaces…He doesn’t want to go to such places, but his missus is a city person and on top of that is a strong willed lady and Marut’s wall of resistance crumbles after some time and so he has to willy nilly go to such totally alien spaces…

Anyway, and so, Marut goes to the airport. His missus’ father was once some grand panjandrum in some important government department and so, he was able to pull some strings and the see-off-ers were also allowed inside the airport…the inside of the airport was a mind-blocking experience for our Marut…and what happens once they are inside the airport?

Marut was minding his own business…kind of…and then Marut sees this tall beautiful lady walking towards him…(this is real, he was not dreaming and I am not making this up…!!)…Marut, not used to such direct walkings, looked around, hoping that she was heading elsewhere…but, no, he couldn’t see anybody behind him, neither was there anybody standing to his left or right…he was kind of paralysed…he just stood there, gaping! The aforementioned lady approached Marut…(tension…tension…tension…) and asked Marut of she could borrow his pen…phew…oof…Marut looked at his shirt pocket…yes…his trusted black ebonite Advocate fountain pen was peeping out…he recovered his balance…OK…she wants to borrow my pen…he took out the Advocate and told her hesitantly that it was a fountain pen and that she won’t be able to write with it if she is not used to writing with fountain pens...she gave him a disarming smile and said that she uses fountain pens and that she’d forgotten to bring hers and she would have no problems writing with the one that he had, provided he lends it to her…Marut couldn’t say or do anything further and gave her the Advocate fountain pen…

The lady took the pen and went to a desk and started filling out some form…and after a while she came back, returned the pen and thanked Marut for lending a fountain pen (Old Efpi saying: people who use fountain pens don’t lend it to others…)…and gave a nice smile…Marut smiled and took back the Advocate and secured it in his pocket…

And all this while Marut’s missus was watching the proceedings…wonder what she was thinking (!&?*%$)…GOK… from what Marut told me she was slightly disturbed, I think…

Marut’s missus is a beautiful lady, but another beautiful woman approaching her husband to borrow a pen was not to her liking…and Marut is no pushover in the looks department either …tall, well-built, with a nice guileless smile…and theirs was a ‘love’ marriage…so, I think, her thinking was…if I can fall for him, another woman too could and he fell for me, he could fall for others too…so, this could be the disturbed bee buzzing around her head…and after the deed was done and the pen came back to Marut’s pocket…she delivered her devastating one line judgement…she gave him a nasty look and said…

“Don’t ever use that pen again…”

1 comment:

kamalakar said...

Hi Jaisri
Liked this stuff here. was first of all thrilled to see this blog by an old friend. then to see him writing. cool, jaisri.
remember? Kamalakar... Univ of Pune.. Anna's tapari... rajan barrat...
where can i email u?