Sunday, April 29, 2012

One night at the kadal center ~ Sarakku story

Written By - Sathya Sai Seetharaman





Me: “Machi poli sapadnum pola iruku da”
M: “Poli saamiyara? Yaaru da?”
Me: “Ennadhu? Dai... poli sapadnum pola irukku da”
M: “Police aaga poriya?”
Me: “Sathama pesu da”M: “Santhanam comedy a?”
*loud club music with heavy beats in the background*
I shook my head and signalled M to look at the racks of bottles, to select our drink. We were about to get wasted. We were on a cruise to Finland for the Easter holidays.

-Minttu
-Mozart chocolate cream blend
-Mount Gay Rum
-Masi

We got excited looking at that name, for no reason and sang out loud, “Maasi Maasi, Paasi Paasi, Kaatu vaasi, Paatu vaasi”. We suddenly felt the heat of everyone’s eyes on us. We wondered why the room had gone silent. We looked puzzled at the DJ and he returned the puzzled look. We had filled the gap, when he was changing songs.
M: Ayyo asinga patome machi.
Me: Ayyo... poyum poyum indha paata paadi asinga patome machi.

Moving on, it wasn’t a night for wine tasting.
-Bacardi Mojito Classical Cocktail
M: Hmmm interesting...
Me: Lets buy it.

picture courtesy - cruiselawnews.com

We bought the attractive looking, colourful bottle of Bacardi cocktail and returned to our room and started drinking. After two rounds, we decided to stroll around the other decks. We ended up in a disco floor two floors above our cabin. We joined V, some of our other friends and HSKW [getting to him shortly] who were already there. It was a salsa night and we could notice couples energetically dancing everywhere. After about an hour, as the crowd began dispersing slowly, HSKW entered the dance floor and started shaking his fists and feet violently.
Me: Machi iniku namaku oru adimai sikkitan da.
M: Ka Ka Ka Po.
We actually couldn’t make out if he was dancing there or having an epileptic seizure because of the disco lights. After a few minutes of the seizure, HSKW came back, all smiles.
HSWK: Wow, I finally got a taste of salsa.
Me: Achacho... Salsa night mudinju ara mani neram aache raja.
HSKW: :O
M: Adhu irukatum Hareesu, nee inga ukaru, un kitta mukkiyama neraya pesa vendi iruku.
HSKW: Sollunga boss.
M: Harish Sudarshan Kunnavaakam Winjamur. Indha pera passport la podradhuku un kitta extra charge vaanginangala da?
HSKW: Illaye. Adhellam vaanguvangala?
Me: Peru perusa irundha vaanguvanga da. Government ku paper selavu la?
M: Mass Mama. Apparam andha mattera kelu.
Me: Aaaan, kekanum nu nenachen, unaku eppidi ivalo periya peru vandhuchu? Peyar kaaranam varaiga.
HSKW: Actually Winjamur was in Andhra. Now it isn’t there.
Me: Athipatti mariya?
HSKW: Appidina?
M: Onnum illa da. Nee continue.
HSKW: I read in wiki page. Enga ancestors 300 years back anga irundhanga. Bad weather, storm naala Kachipuram la Kunnavaakam ngara place ku migrate aitanga.
Me: Adapaavi... Mazha penja kodaya pudichunu nikkama yenda oora vittu vandheenga?
HSKW: Inga dhan we argued about Gods.
M: Vandha edathula vaaya vechunu summa iruka mateengala da?
HSKW: Adhu illa na. Ramanujar erkanave argue pannindu irundharu. Sivan perusa Perumal perusa nu.
M: Perusu na?
HSKW: Yaaru periya kadavul nu poti vandhuchu.
Me: Adhuku eppidi extra curricular activities lam consider pannuveengala illa only academics a?
HSKW: Puriyala na.
Me: Illa da... kadasila yaaru jeyichanga?
HSKW: Naanga dhan. Ramanujar kadasi naal Perumal kiterundhe answer ketundu vandhu sollitaaru.
M: Paarra... Principal kittaye bittu vaangi pass pannirukeenga.
HSKW: Ayyo epdi solli puriya vekkaradhune theriyalaye.
Me: Adhellam venam da. Vidu. Good night.

After he went out of ear shot, we had a good laugh and decided to head back to our room and finish the Mojito cocktail. We had trouble remembering our cabin number, right from when we got in the ship. After a bit of hesitation, we opened a door, which happened to be our adjacent room's. Z our Chinese friend stood there in his night clothes, completely clueless.
M: “Sorry Z. Wrong door.” So saying, M slammed the door on Z’s face and we entered our room. The cans of beer we had earlier forced us to make a stop in the urinal.
Me: I saw 4 beer cans in Z’s room.
M: Well, that’s not good.
Me: Ghent la enna nadandhudhunu nyabagam irukka?
M: Of course. I lived next to him.
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Z, well technically not him, but his stomach had problem with beer. Every time he had more than 2 cans of beer, people around him needed gas masks. One evening, when we were chilling together in the common kitchen, the topic somehow shifted to the Chinese revolution.
Z: The Chinese were so serious about the war. They invented a lot of deadly weapons. EVERY SINGLE THING THAT THE CHINESE DEVELOPED WAS TO KILL PEOPLE.
Me: Machi, avanga kandu pudicha aayudhangal la indha visha vaayuvum onnu polarku da.
M: :D :D
AL [Greek]: *to me* What did you say?
Me: Uh... Nothing serious...... Just an INSIDE joke.... you know.... about destructive weapons.

Z lived in the room between M and AL. They woke up terrorized on many nights, after hearing scary sounds from the next room. They came out of their rooms, frightened.
AL: What’s going on in the room between us?
M: I don’t know. Maybe he is testing bio-weapons for the government.

We took about four months to realise that it was beer.
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Pouring our fourth round of Mojito, M opened his laptop and found that the wi-fi signal was quite good.
M: Machi semma comedy da.
Me: Enna machi achu?
M: Idha padi.
He turned his laptop screen towards me. I saw that it was his Curriculum Vitae from two years ago and read where he pointed. *Participated in Anti-Smoking campaigns*
Me: Hahahaha ayyaya asingama iruku machi. Modhalla thooku adha.
M: Dai facebook la indha poochi mandayan [Nabarin nalan karudhi peyar maatra pattulladhu] tholla thaanga mudiyala da. Pesama unsubscribe pannidava?
Me: DAI... enna kaariyam da panna paatha? Avana maari aalunga illana, kalangathala pallu kooda velakkama laptop munnala ukandhu yaara da vanda vandaya thittuvom?
M: Aaha en arivu kanna therandhu vechita machi. Nee illana nan epdi machi iruppen?
Me: Idhellam ovvoru nanbanoda kadama machi. Nan idhe maari paadha maari pona, nee enna kaapatha maatiya? Youtube la edhana paatu podu vidu. Kepom.
M searches for some time and puts on a song from a T.Rajendar movie. ‘Oru ponmaanai nan paada’
Me: Haha... Dai Amala semma comedy a dance aaduvale andha paatu dhane idhu?

After a few minutes, we didn’t know why we were talking about Rajnikanth.
Me: Machi ‘Sundari kannal oru sedhi’ song la, thalaivar yen da Harbhajan Singh mari konda vechinu vararu?
M: Baasha padam apo paakum bodhu semma getha irundhuchu. Ipo nenachu paatha konjam comedy a iruku.
Me: Dai.. yenda? Thalaivar padam da.
M: Adhula Rajni oda main adiyaal lam yaarunu paathiya? Janakaraj, Dhaamu, Kavithaalaya Krishnan. (They were actually fellow auto-drivers except Janagaraj)
Me: *thinking for some time* Dai... chi... thu... adapaavi idha nee sollamale irundhirukalam da.

There was still one round left in the bottle. The ship halted at a port that is a part of Finland. It was dark and we were drunk enough to not notice the name of the port. M checked his phone and noticed that he had missed quite some calls from home. He freaked out, thinking it could be something very important.
M: Ayyo, veetlendhu missed call paatha odane slight a erangiduchu da.
*Dials home* Mom: Hello, dai yenda call edukala?
M: Amma, naane thannila medhandhunu iruken ma.
Mom: Ennadhu?
M: Kadal la dhane iruken. Enna vishayama call paneenga sollunga.
Mom: Summa dhan da. Enga irukeenga nu kekalam nu. Akka oda papa pesara da.
M: Appidiya? Enna pesara?
Mom*on phone to baby*: Mama sollu... Mama sollu...
Baby: @$*%&^@(#*
Mom: Mama sollunga maaaa
Baby: *%#@$^
M: Hello, nan enna Thoothukudi pakathulendhu STD call a pesinu iruken? Midnight phone panni kalaikareengala? Nan nalaiku ooruku vandhu pesaren.*Cuts call* Oothu da kadaisi rounda.
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The last time we were this drunk, was about two months back, on the opening week in Sweden. We had a wild party. Z got hold of a broom stick and pretended that it was his microphone. Damn... he sang all night long, jumping around on tables in the room.
Z: I AM BACK IN CHINAAAAAAA.
J [Belgian]: You sing really well. I like you. I once had a Chinese friend. You have his eyes.
AL: Haha... I hope he’s not being racist.
Me: Sshhh... I hope you don’t get hurt.
J started dancing as Z sang.
M: Tha enna da panranunga? Idha paakaradhuku, fulla saraku adichutu mattayaidalam polarke.
And so we drank and drank and drank, until finally we passed out. We laid unconsciously on the floor, tilll the next morning.
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We heard someone at the door. AL was as drunk as we were and was jabbering things like,
“What is the difference between depression and dispersion?”
“My girlfriend’s name is Linear Polarisation”
Me: Good Night AL.
M: Mudinjuduchu machi. Thoonguvom. Semma saraku la?
Me: Aama theriyya irundhuchu.
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Sweden - The morning after the party.

*knock**knock*
Me*opening door*: Hey J, Good morning.
J: Hey... Why is the Chinese guy sleeping in my kitchen?....... Is he stealing my food?

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