A stud, with attitude and an image built over the years.
A pseude puts blogger, with a pseuder blog.
Ever ready to offer kids chocolates, and gals cofee.
A devil in disguise, with a weird blog.
Known to bang a lot.
Ah! Well! The best among the lot I must say, witha blog that rocks.
I'll run outta adjectives describing this creature, a true case of intelligence incarnated in beauty.
Hehehe, sliiii too much wonly...
A close friend and classmate of the Devil.
A close friend and classmate of the Crazygal
The Me writes blogs a lot and replies to all his comments. Happy and peaceful.
The Devil introduces herself to the Me through comments and they add each other on gtalk. And through many conversations, the Me concludes that the Devil is a 11th class student in Chennai. The Devil gives in more data about the school and her life and our the Me here invites her to visit the beautiful campus of IIT Madras.
The Crazygal has been friends with the Me over work and blogs. And so is she friends with the Devil, again over work and blogs.
Enter present story
The first day of college and classes got cancelled. The Crazygal and the Crasher were bored when they run into the Devil and the Imp. So the Crazygal asks the Devil about the few mutual friends they have and conversation turns to the Me. All are excited and decide its the right opportunity to meet the Me. He should be excited to meet the Devil too, he's never met her. So they all leave for Gurunath and Crazygal calls the Me over too.
(Set at Gurunath. All five, the Me,the Devil, the Imp, the Crazygal, the Crasher, are sitting under a nescafe umbrella. Some sipping coffe. Some gen sitting.)
Me : It's a monday right. You don have school today?
Devil : Naah.. they declared holiday.
Me : Why ?
Devil : I dunno... some bank thingy I guess. So i came over and msged Crazygal here.
Me : you said u have a cousin in IIT, crazygal ?
Devil : no no... someone else...
Crazygal : I know her through blogs yaar.. she comments.. i comment...
Me : Cool.. it's a nice surprise...
Devil : yeah :)
.... Well... it goes on for a while through which the Crasher here feels crashy and keeps stiffening a laugh or two once in a while.....
.... the Devil has managed to extract a dairy milk out of the Me.....
.... the Crazygal keeps nudging the Me about another girl (junior at IITM) whom she put fundaes in photoshop and how that girl needs more fundaes and need the Me's help....
.... the Crasher is crashy....
.... the Imp is giggly....
.... the Me is happy at his guesses about the Devil's background....
.... the Devil has a smile....
.... the Crazygal has her smile too....
Crazygal : Put fundaes to that girl naa... I dunno wat she asked.. some vague stuff in pshop... you shud know...
Me : Sure sure... tell her 500rs per hour...
Crazygal : Cmon.. she reads your blog...
Me : Ok make that 400...
Crazygal : hey.. wat if she even comments...
Devil : keep asking.. he'll slowly reduce...
Me : wait a min... she comments ?? who is she..??
Crazygal (with a grin) : She comments a lot...
Me : eh ?? who da ??
(Now Me looks are sheepish and confused)
Me to Devil : Are you that gal ??
Devil (with a grin) : but I'm in 11th remember ??
Crazygal (laughing) : Cmon
Me (totaly confused) : What ??
Me looks at Crazygal and Devil...
Me to Devil : Is she that girl (pointing to Devil) ??!!
The Crazygal nods and bursts into laughter.
And so do the Devil, the Imp and the Crasher.
The Me is just stunned! Me is speechless! Me is shaking his head!
The Devil is delighted to make a fool of the Me.
The Crasher is glad she didnt laugh out aloud int he middle.
The Imp cant belive we pulled off an act for an entire one hour.
The Crazygal is just having fun, directing the play.
PS: the script was made on the way to Gurunath from Sharav. The climax was discussed over smses between Devil and Crazygal