Story of a lost journalist

April 19, 2012

Divsu

Filed under: Diary,Personal — Cris @ 02:26

It’s been many years now (here I am tempted to wrinkle my brows like Old Rose and say ‘but I can still smell the fresh paint’).  Picture a typical hostel room. Picture girls’ only. Picture Chalakudy. That was my three-day stint at NSS. I can’t smell the paint – I doubt they used any. Neither retrace the faces. But I can remember a thin rope on top of our bed for wet clothes. And a pair of protective little hands silently lullabying my nights. Divsu.

Semester end exams were on and we sneaked in an extended-stay-over under the tag of ‘combine study’. Every night the clock would go racing from 9 and 10 to 11 on the little yellow timepiece Divsu worshipped. It’s like seconds were not seconds anymore, they became incredibly micro-er! Divsu and I would move like snails across our textbook pages, 10 words an hour, five when there’s group study. At this point – when it’s 11pm dot – Divsu springs up from the bed and rushes to the clock. She toys with it till it’s 9 again. “That way, I wont be sleepy,” she says happily, comes back to bed and falls like a log in five minutes, clutching tight her book of computer graphics. I watch and do the slow wave-of-head that I see in sitcoms.

I have a habit of using first letters in place of names in the blog but Divsu just wouldn’t be Divsu if you don’t call her Divsu. Over the years I have come to the practice of giving my own nickname to all my friends. But for Divsu, it’s just the perfect name. There’s no particular occasion that I should be talking of this wonderful little package that came to my life in those backbench days… which saw us from barely talking to each other to becoming bread and butter. Hmm is that an expression now? It should be!

I may have stressed the word little a bit here. It’s no accident, Divsu is tiny. Now I could be a little generous with my adjectives, especially when they are for me. So when I say I am way taller than her, I mean two or three inches. Divsu claims it’s lesser. I claim that’s when she jumps.

I suppose it started – this Divsu talk – when I was looking at the clock leave midnight way too early for my liking and silently whining about the injustice of time. Ok not so silent perhaps. I had to finish a couple of assignments before bed and I was nowhere close. All the time talk and the impatient hands of the living room clock brought back memories of Divsu’s tiny timepiece. I opened the document to whine about time lost, and ended up smiling at pieces I left behind to the same lost time, somewhere a little further behind. Is this what they call irony? I have never been able to get that word right. But back to my work now. Good night Divsu.

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9 Comments »

  1. Cris, you are bringing back memories to me… Divsu is a person whom I can never even imagine to forget. She was my Bank in college 🙂 She used to lend me whenever I had shortage of money. Also she used to lend pens and papers every single day for me to write down the lectures ( now don’t laugh ). I rarely returned back all that stationary’s to her, but she never complained.

    Comment by Shanil — April 19, 2012 @ 02:50 | Reply

    • Same here Shanil! There is not a thing she has not lent me in those four years :). And even now.

      Comment by Cris — April 22, 2012 @ 16:44 | Reply

  2. Sob, Sob , Sooooob, Sob ..Enna Koduma Sir, ithu???

    Comment by Blungi — April 19, 2012 @ 08:45 | Reply

    • Not sure what your comment says… if you mean you are touched, thank you. 🙂

      Comment by Cris — April 22, 2012 @ 16:45 | Reply

  3. nice. who was it who said memory’s like a cool winter breeze coursing languidly under white skies through a blue lake stilled and becalmed by time. oh, i think it was me who said it 🙂

    Comment by Madhavankutty Pillai — April 21, 2012 @ 13:58 | Reply

    • Haha good one Madhavan. If it wasnt so hard to memorise it, I might have tried reproducing it as my own :p

      Comment by Cris — April 22, 2012 @ 16:47 | Reply

  4. I am not sure whether Divsu saw this article..Waiting for her comments 🙂

    Comment by Gov — May 21, 2012 @ 19:06 | Reply

  5. She did, I sent her the link as soon as I wrote it. The little devil is taking her own sweet time to comment! I am gonna have to threaten her with another Blore visit!

    Comment by Cris — May 24, 2012 @ 01:29 | Reply

  6. he hey!! I had given my comments instantly cris dear, but it was thru mail 😛

    Comment by Divsu — May 25, 2012 @ 16:54 | Reply


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