Friday 15 February 2008

Ghanshyam and Radhey Shyam

Ghanshyam was slurping a considerable quantity of noodles up his pursed lips. The noise was getting on Radhey Shyam’s not very tolerant nerves, as he tried to come up with a solution to a tedious calculus problem.
Ghanshyam had no such worries. What he possessed, that Radhey Shyam did not, was the knowledge that no effort on his part would help him solve the differential equation that had been taxing the latter for so long.
Slurp he therefore did – with much enthusiasm too, for he was a boy with a healthy appetite, and a healthier disregard for classroom lunch hour etiquette.
Nearing the bottom of his lunchbox, Ghanshyam’s slurping was reaching a crescendo. To this he added the accompanying scrape of his fork against the insides of his lunchbox. This, decided Radhey Shyam, was the point where looks of exasperation would have to give way to a more direct approach.
The soupier kind of noodle was the kind of noodle Ghanshyam liked most. The last of the soupy liquid, and a single strand of noodle, was all that was left of his lunch, and he tilted his box at an angle to get to its contents easier. Radhey Shyam, with deft use of his right wrist, ensured that the noodle got to Ghanshyam before he could get to it.
Ghanshyam was no exception to the rule that people dislike soupy noodles on their shirtfronts.
There were thirty one students in the classroom at the time this incident took place. No two agree about what exactly happened after this point.
Every version, however, ends with Radhey Shyam’s calculus textbook being rudely interrupted in its Frisbee-like flight across the classroom by the sudden appearance of Mrs. Chitalkar’s bewigged head in its path.
This, I’m sure you’ll all agree, is just about the perfect way to begin a lasting friendship. And for the better part of fifteen years since, Ghanshyam and Radhey Shyam have been the most inseparable of chums, and best man at each others’ weddings.

I wrote this around a year back, and edited it today. This brings back memories of the time Vin and I wanted to illustrate and write, respectively, a graphic novel. It involved Ghanshyam, a water gun, aliens, and Anna Nagar. I actually wrote three disjointed chapters of that, and Vin drew one very detailed panel of a marketplace. Maybe I'll put up an 'excerpt' from that sometime, with that one illustration... Vinny's moved on since - to making graphic novels with real guns.

3 comments:

Tashi said...

This is precisely why I've never started my graphic novel. Can't think of anything after that first great chapter.

KK Iyer said...

Indeed... Ideally, I'm told you need to start from the end and work at it backwards...

Harini-aka-Megha said...

it's sucha joy to read your posts...
your eye for detail amazes me!

super stuff :)

but this word verification thing is a bum. :(