From: raj@news.cs.odu.edu (M. P. Krishna Raj)
Subject: Privom Santhipom episode 6
Originator: raj@aelle.cs.odu.edu
Organization: Old Dominion University Dept. of CS, Norfolk VA
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1992 19:30:24 GMT




                         episode 6

That place was in the 15 th street of fifth avenue.They went to the
parking lot and paid dollars to send the car in the lift.

"Don't bother, I won't take you to any dirty place.
I need not have a sin of misguiding  a Bramachari.
If you wish, do it on your accord"

"Where we are going?"

"Electric Circus."

"Circus?"

"No, It is a Disco. "

"What is that?"

There was a 1928 make fire engine. Pin ball machines. 
They walked along multi colored glasses. Lights 
were nibbling them with wondrous fibers.
There were three rings at the centre. Youth were
dancing for the disco music.

"Is there anything like this in your place?"

" Yes, Sir. But they won't dance so vigorously."

"There is a Olivia Newton song. She herself dances
for that. For her body, that song is blaring
coast to coast. Shall we go to the dining room and
eat some thing.?"

"No.. Sir. We shall watch this .."

Everybody was dancing forgetting their sex 
as though disco music was the only real thing.
..... Whether Madhumita will like this.
Has she become a Mammy(aunty) now?..... In a moment
he changed her dress and danced with her in the
central ring.

"Who are they?"

"Who?"

"Those who are dancing."

"Everybody. Not only youngsters. But also
elderly people. They won't accept they are
old. Oldies are dressing glamorously. They
will talk about marriage at fifty. They
will keep their body trim. They will
purchase everything they see. Spending 
above the earning is their national
character... America runs on the credit card."

" They will be always glamoring for new things."

"Do you know how much they are spending for dog and cat?."

"Don't know. Sir."

"My friend in world bank told me that , with that
amount we can wipe out poverty in entire India"

"My God! For dogs and cats."

"That is also okay! Last year they started a new 
thing. Pets are always problematic. There are
so many difficulties in grooming them. So one guy
came up with a new idea. Why don't we groom stones?"

"Stone?"

"Yeah. Small granite piece. Pet stone.
So whole nation accepted that idea. 
Everybody had a pet stone. A selection for that!
Pet dress. Pet collar. Keeping that in the pocket.

"Everything stone!"

"Yeah! ... One chap made millions out of this idea."

"Crazy!"

"They don't know what to do with the money. 
Everything is available in plenty for them till they
are fed up. There is no thrill in attaining something.
Everything is so easy. If we live in paradise everyday
we will be bored within a week. This is just like that.
Do you want to dance?"

"No, Sir. Watching is enough for me."

He ordered for something like beena colado.
It tasted like mixture of rum, pineapple, even
shredded coconut.

"They will try cocktails like this.
Neo Bloody Mary. It will flatten you."

They returned well beyond midnight. 
Raghu didn't feel like going to college.
He decided spend the next day watching TV at home.
But he can't. He had a important class.
Due date for an  assignment too. He didn't touch that.
He  hate to go to college. But he had to go.
He needs to go to the library and scribble something
from the books. He cannot submit beyond the
due date. Nobody knows whether anybody reads these
assignments. Raghu tried to remember the
nickname of Madhumita, which her younger brother
used to call her. He was unable to recall.
Beena colado made him sleep without dreams.


Library was rapped in a glass blanket. Pretty warm inside.
Rows of books reminded his specialization. There was a usual
silence. Raghu wrote his assignment briskly.
Banrupt cement corporation. There was a big dam
project under construction nearby. They must
get supply order for survival from that project
to survive. Another bidder was also trying to
establish a factory near the dam. Under these
circumstances what should the company do?
He needs to write a report. Raghu wrote at his will.
Instructor will be made at him after reading that.

When he was coming out of the library, a girl
near the desk smiled at him. Raghu felt like
he was given a flower . The sky was blue.
Nice weather.

"Have you completed the assignment?" she asked.

Raghu looked at her again. He had seen her in the 
class. Amantha ? Mary? who knows? She had
a male crop. She was wearing small jacket and 
lifted the shirt collar over the neck.

" I have written somthing"

"I wrote everybody in the cement company should commit suicide."

"I also have written the same."

"Instrutor might read this loud in the class and
will give bad grade."

"What's your name?"

"Mary Emerson. I will learn to pronounce your
name within a week."

"Where are you from?"

"Tennessy. I am working as a system analyst here.
I may get more money with MBA. That is why I am 
in this hell. Do you like this."

"I also feel like this always."

She picked two cans from the vending machine and
walked with him and sat under the tree. 

"They are making fun of you in the class. That is
wrong. I have some inclination towards India.
I want to know your culture. Would you visit my
apartment this weekend?"

"Okay". Raghu opened the coke can, she gave him.

She smiled at him. Slender figure. 
Looked like a sportswoman. He was unable to
gauge her age. 

" I don't know why I came here. If I get promotion
more head ache. The money I am getting now is enough"

"I am getting up at 2.00 a. m and asking myself
what am I doing in America."

"We have many things in common. We should meet
again! You should tell about Hinduism one day."

"I don't know anything."

"Are you a Hindu?"

"There is no necessity that all hindus must know about
Hinduism. In fact you may be knowing more than me. You
might have read more out of your interest. Shall we
go somewhere after submitting the reports.? "

"Where?"

"Somewhere, let us go around Newyork in bus"

They went to the Bronx park. 

"The city of NewYork has 37000 acres of Park"
Is there any zoo like this at your place?"

"India itself is  a big zoo!"

"Why are you saying so?"

"Just for fun. You should not take it seriously."

" I am unable to comprehend Indians. From the
way in which you guys shake you head, it is 
difficult to figure whether you are nodding 'yes' or 'no."

" I can understand the Americans. You are all
easily saying, 'I don't care'. It has a dangerous
meaning at our place. It  disrespects others.

"Shall we know more about each other?" .
It looked like an invitation for romance.

He returned home.

"How was today?" Mohanram.

" I cut the class."

"why?"

" I met an american girl.
I went to Park and Museum with her."

"Is it. I have to write to your father.
You should be careful with the american girls!"

"I'll write."

                         )thodarum(

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