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		<description><![CDATA[A calm, placid and jobless day &#8211; I was whiling time away at the State Central Library (Public Library) in our city, whose reading rooms have been my abode for a while. A bibliophile, I used to spend a large chunk of my free time at the British Library when it existed, but now that [...]
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<p>A calm, placid and jobless day &#8211; I was whiling time away at the<a title="State Central Library, Thiruvananthapuram" href="http://www.statelibrary.kerala.gov.in/" target="_blank"> State Central Library</a> (Public Library) in our city, whose reading rooms have been my abode for a while. A bibliophile, I used to <a title="British Library, Thiruvananthapuram" href="http://www.harishanker.net/2008/03/adieu/" target="_blank">spend a large chunk of my free time at the British Library</a> when it existed, but now that its once-revered premises have been modified into a makeshift auditorium for YMCA activities, the literati (read: jobless guys like me!) have fewer choices to hang out.</p>
<p>That day, I ventured out of the reading room (having exhausted almost all the newspapers and magazines out there, at least the ones that interested me!) and came down to the &#8220;English Fiction&#8221; section. I couldn&#8217;t take a new book, since I had already exhausted my four book limit &#8211; so I was just glancing through random titles. I was skimming through an <a title="Alistair Maclean" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alistair_MacLean" target="_blank">Alistair Maclean</a> when this guy who was passing by stopped abruptly and turned to say Hi. It was a junior at school and I chatted him up, having met him after quite a hiatus. He had three books clutched in his hand &#8211; including two titles in Malayalam. Which was when I was reminded about the existence of a Malayalam section in the library! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Now, I&#8217;m a bigtime connoisseur of Malayalam literature. <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' />  A long time ago, I used to loathe novels/works in English and read tonnes of malayalam books. But with time, I got rewired and reprogrammed to English. <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  It&#8217;s been a while since I read a decent Malayalam book/novel, the last one being <a title="V.K. Narayanankutti Nair" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V._K._N." target="_blank">VKN</a>&#8216;s &#8220;Payyan Diary&#8217;.  So as to get some fodder to add on to <a title="My Malayalam Blog: Oraal Mathram" href="http://m.harishanker.net/" target="_blank">my (untouched) Malayalam Blog</a>, I thought I&#8217;d take a dip into the Malayalam Section and read some quality books. After all, I had time till the evening, all of which I had to spend at the forsaken, mismanaged and dusty library (perpetually bankrupt that I am, I had no money even to take a movie ticket!). Bidding the guy goodbye,  I moved on to the yet-to-visit Malayalam section that lay adjacent to the English one. It wasn&#8217;t much different from English section as regards to the amount of dust accumulated! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':P' class='wp-smiley' />  I went over to shelves, dusted books open, only to close them as quickly as I opened! All of them were crap &#8211; not a single recognizable name anywhere!!</p>
<p>Then, I found a section devoted to the recently-deceased author <a title="Kamala Suraiyya" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamaladas " target="_blank">Kamala &#8216;Suraiyya&#8217; Das</a>. I thought I&#8217;d check out some of her books, and went over, scourging for good books of hers I was yet to read. As I was sifting through the dust, this girl made her grandiose entry into the enviorns of the scarcely populated Malayalam Section.</p>
<p>Her face sparkled like the girl in the &#8216;Fair &#8216;n&#8217; Lovely&#8217; ad. The jet-black eyelids were piercing and sharp, emanating a radiant aura. Her straightened hair was let loose on her shoulders, fastened by a hair bun. Her red top and dark jeans added sheen to the perfect curves &#8211; she was gorgeous by all standards and I had to pinch myself and deliberately close my opened mouth.She reminded me of a favourite fictional character: &#8220;The woman in red&#8221; from &#8216;The Matrix&#8217;!<br />
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<p>She asked the librarian with a smile:</p>
<p>&#8220;<em>Ente Katha ethiyo?&#8221; </em>(Has the book &#8216;Ente Katha&#8217; arrived?)</p>
<p>The girl was refering to the autobiographical novel by Kamala Suraiyya and on hearing a negative answer, turned over to the area where I stood &#8211; the shelf where Kamala Das&#8217;s books were kept. She must&#8217;ve noticed me staring at her, but I turned in reflex! God, I was in heaven. It was Deja Vu for me! I got reminded of my <a title="My first crush" href="http://www.harishanker.net/2007/02/crushed/" target="_blank">first crush</a>. My mind churned: &#8220;<em>This is the girl I&#8217;ve been looking for!&#8221;</em></p>
<p>My heart leapt as a whiff of fragrant perfume approached me &#8211; it was a fresh rose flavour &#8211; too enthralling! My cerebrum began processing information on overdrive mode at about 25 gigs clock speed, going through all pick-up lines and dating tips I&#8217;ve ever seen/heard. Will Smith&#8217;s words from &#8216;Hitch&#8217; resonated in my mind: &#8220;<em>No matter, what, when or how! ANY man can sweep ANY woman off her feet!&#8221; </em>Unable to resist looking away from her I moved forward in her direction and walked over, pretending to go to the adjacent bookshelf &#8211; and there, she was walking in my direction and stopped <em>exactly </em>in front of me. I was blocking her way! Quite involuntarily, I had stopped on my tracks, enamoured with her breathtaking beauty! She looked at my face, our eyes connected. Before she could &#8216;excuse-me&#8217; her way out, I said it, managing a sly smile and menacing expression:</p>
<blockquote><p><strong><em>&#8220;Hi, You look a lot my next girlfriend, and there&#8217;s certainly a vacancy! Mind applying?&#8221;</em></strong></p></blockquote>
<p>Yes, I <em>said </em>that out, loud, in English, in front of half-a-dozen people in a library!!! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_neutral.gif' alt=':-|' class='wp-smiley' />  A dozen eyes were suddenly on me, and the sombre atmosphere made me realize what a huge blunder I&#8217;d made! I almost rapped myself in the head and had barely raised my left hand to cover my cheek from an ear-splitting slap which, I was sure, would soon ensue! Grimacing, but still trying my best to look unperturbed, I looked straight in her bewildered eyes, which almost bulging out with surprise, now. I tried the last trick in my book &#8211; trying to make her fall for my supposedly-best body-feature &#8211; the hazel eyes!</p>
<p>I noticed her right hand twitch, I saw her raise her right palm, which went high up in the air: YES, the slap was now inevitable! I squirmed and reflexively forced my eyes shut, as my mind raced to avoid all means of getting slapped in public&#8230;.</p>
<div class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 416px"><img title="Not like this, it was the other way round! :D" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/1083834094_1280f44df9.jpg?v=0" alt="Er.... not like this, it was the other way round! :-) I WOULDNT have slapped her in any case, though! ;)" width="406" height="421" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Er.... not like this, it was the other way round! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' />  I WOULDN&#39;T have slapped her in any case, though! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p></div>
<p>&#8230;Only to open them wide witnessing her laughing her ass off, with her right hand clutched firmly on her mouth in a bid to suppress a very infectious laughter!! Soon, the librarian and the others, who were now gathered around us, joined in the jamboree and the whole Malayalam Section now echoed with racuous amusement ! Even the walls were laughing out loud, it seemed. Embarrassed beyond mention, I closed my eyes and bent down, with a sheepish smile on my face&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>&#8220;Clear out! This is not the place to do such stuff, go and rest your ass in the park bench, if this is what you wanna do!&#8221;</strong></p>
<p>I opened my eyes and looked to see the librarian standing beside me, I was suddenly sitting int he English Fiction section, with the Alistar Maclain wide open, pages swivelling under the fan above.</p>
<p>I slept off while reading, and had one of the most-memorable dreams I&#8217;ve <strong>EVER</strong> had!</p>
<p><em><strong>P.S.</strong></em></p>
<p><em>A lot of people have expressed doubts about the veracity of this post, but trust me &#8211; it actually happened. <a href="https://twitter.com/HariShanker/status/1716369653" target="_blank">Check out this tweet I made</a> the day this incident happened! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':-D' class='wp-smiley' />  And I was even more &#8216;<a title="The great Akhil Sasidharan" href="http://twitter.com/sasiid" target="_blank">sasii&#8217;d</a> than you guys, that day! <img src='http://www.harishanker.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_neutral.gif' alt=':-|' class='wp-smiley' /> </em></p>
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