My 3-Day workshop

One fine day, alright alright… I don’t remember the weather that day. So one day I decided to join a Workshop for SNAP at some classes at Andheri. It was a 3-day workshop. And as usual I joined it and paid the fees at 5:55 pm when the classes were to start at 6 pm the same day!! A practice of doing things at the last minute when roots from to Engineering days…


Day 1:

I sat besides a podgy guy. He was like an orange. If you have seen an orange analytically from all dimensions, you will realize that it is one whole body, without any divisions. It’s one continuous stream of orange plasma. We became instant friends for our common interests in SNAP and later more so for our like attitude towards MyFHM AND MySHF if you know what I mean. Then I saw a girl on the first bench and I was bewildered! She was black, thin with her hair. She was wearing a fluorescent tank top and black jeans.

We were told to introduce ourselves. Our professor asked the guy on the second bench though Prachi (her name is not Prachi and why Prachi- I will come to it later) was sitting on the first bench. As usual the guy started introducing himself in accented English. It’s a proved fact that Indians automatically gain a fake English accent when told to introduce themselves in public. I was thinking why the professor didn’t start with my girl. Err the girl on the first bench.
Prachi is the universal name I and my friends have given to hot girls. Whenever I and my friend see a ‘Daav’, ’item’, ’mall’, ’bomb’, ‘babe’… we look at each other and say “Prraaachi” in unison and smirk.


Day 2:

Again she was on the first bench when I entered. She was wearing a white kurti that day. I thought of sitting next to her but I cursed myself of not doing so later as I sat next to my good friend-Orange.
As the lecture started, I was bored… I was finding the empty plastic bottle and the clutch on Prachi’s hair more interesting. I was just thinking about her dressing style, her earrings, her hair, her smiles on our professor’s poor jokes, etc. and I even concluded from my observations that our honeymoon (I wish) will be great. Though she wasn’t so fair and lovely, she was too dark and gorgeous to resist.

Then our professor gave us a ten minutes test. It was nice and he was asking our marks at the end of 10 minutes. I noticed that my honey wasn’t solving anything in those 10 minutes. May be my love isn’t so smart…. Then it will be a winning combination since I am always attracted towards less IQ girls (no points for guessing my Lappy is full of Blondes). That professor didn’t ask her marks. That day I came back home and was loudly singing love songs like “Kuch toh hua hai…. Kuch ho gaya hai…” and putting my one leg high since I believe it helps me hit high notes.


Day 3:
It was the day of action. It’s now or never. It’s a “DO OR DIE” situation. I didn’t want to say “KAAASH” in my entire life-time (Like Johnny lever in Chalte-Chalte). I left from my place with a plan. I am going to sit besides her. Talk to her about which colleges is she applying (for starting a conversation). Ask her name and get her cell number with advanced Formula number 456 to 475 whichever is most suitable at that moment.
Plan B: If the place adjacent to her is occupied, sit behind her or as near to her as possible but if get her number anyways. Plan C: if unable to get her number. Get her notes to study (ha ha) after the class so that I will have to return her and I get her number and I aint an amateur as I sound. I told myself “Dhaval, You can do it and you will have to do it”.

I entered the class. She was sitting as usual on the first bench. I was about to sit besides her when I heard my name”Dhavalll. come here”. It was saala bloody orange. Now I can’t sit on the first bench (That was what I thought at that moment). And I sat next to Orange. Now it was time for plan C. I will have to ask her for her book after the class. But I thought this may back-fire since she seldom writes anything and she may refuse to give the book. She may even give me a dose of Ju-jitsu, savate, karate, kung-fu or parliamentary behaviour. After another hour of sleep, the lecture got over. I was thinking of a better one liner when I suddenly noticed that there was no one on the first bench. I ran outside the class but there was nobody on the large corridors outside. I asked orange about the black girl. He laughed and said there was no girl in our batch. I asked another guy. He said the same. I was out of my psyche.

Then on the way back to my home I was remembering the first time I saw her. I still remember her face. But Ya, the professor didn’t ask her for an introduction, she didn’t solve during the test, the professor didn’t ask her for her marks. She was just s figment of my imagination.


So this was the numinous experience that I had during my 3-day workshop.