Friday, December 31, 2004
Mandy
I shielded my eyes from the bright summer sun with my right hand as I walked towards the college lobby. Pat saw me and shouted out "Hi Bharath!"
"Hi Pat! How's it going? What's that in your hands?" I asked him, pointing to the box of floppy diskettes he was holding.
"That's just a game I copied from someone. It's a new kind of-", he stopped in mid-sentence, looking over my shoulder. "I'll tell you later. Mandy's coming." he said hurriedly.
"Mandy? Who?" I said and looked around. There was nobody around. Nobody that is, except a friend of mine, (whose real name I'd rather not mention) was coming towards us.
"That is Mandy!" said Pat.
"Mandy? But he is..."
"I'll explain later. Here he comes." said Pat and greeted the newcomer warmly. "Hello Mandy!"
"Did you bring it? Did you bring it?" my friend asked excitedly looking at the box of floppy diskettes Pat was holding.
"No, this is just Battle Chess. Somebody wanted it." said Pat.
"What is this Pat! You promised to bring it on saturday. It's almost a week now. You remembered to bring this game but you forgot what I wanted. You are a waste character. If I had promised something, I would have the guts to deliver it." He was obviously playing some crude psychology on Pat and Pat obviously knew it too well.
"I'll get it tonight," promised Pat.
"Coming to the centre, Bharath?" asked my friend.
"I have some work with him," said Pat. My friend walked slowly towards the computer centre.
"What work do you have with me?" I asked after he was out of earshot.
"Nothing, I simply wanted to talk."
"What's all this 'Mandy' business about?"
Pat laughed. "Don't you know what's Mandy?"
"No, what is it?"
"It's a pornographic software. Full of different..." he paused, and it seemed to me that he was grappling for the right words. "You are coming tonight, aren't you? See for yourself," he said finally.
"But why are you calling him 'Mandy'?"
"Simply. You know how horny he is. Somebody told him that I've got such and such a pornographic software. This guy started pestering me to get it. I couldn't get it on the next day and on the day after that I couldn't meet him. Then somebody borrowed it and so on. This guy is a real desperate character. He kept on pestering me and started playing psychology on me. 'You promised me. You can't get it' and so on. I thought it would be fun to make him more desperate. So I deliberately delayed it."
"And you are going to get it tonight?"
"No, I'll probably make him wait till Monday."
On Monday night Pat brought the Mandy software to the college. He told us secretly to watch our friend's face when the software was running, and that the actual software could be seen anytime, but his expression would be what's really worth watching.
We went to one of the high resolution monitors (VGA) and loaded the software. Our friend watched the entire pornographic scene with total concenteration, while Pat tried his best not to laugh.
"Look at the expression of undiluted lust on his face," he whispered to me secretly. Eyes wide open. Teeth bared. Right hand gripping a chair rather too firmly. I couldn't help feeling that Pat's description was accurate.
Now that everybody knew what Mandy was, when Pat shouted "Hey Mandy, did you like it?" quite a few heads turned. Everybody started using the name Mandy to address our friend.
Even people who didn't have the foggiest idea what 'Mandy' stood for started to address him as Mandy. Things got worse at a class party when Pat told everybody present that our friend's real name was Mandy. Until now the girls of our class were in the dark as to what the heck Mandy was. One girl whom I think Mandy fancied came and asked me: "Why do you call him Mandy?" Mandy was standing behind her making desperate attempts to catch my attention. I looked casually at him. He shook his head and brought his finger to his lips. He was shouting a mental "NO" at me. I pretended to ignore him and said "Oh that is a..." and looked at him again. He now started making desperate signs to make me understand.
"What is it, Mandy?" I asked him, pretending not to understand his signals. The girl turned round to look at him. Mandy smiled nervously.
"No, nothing... I was simply..." he said and turned away and engaged someone else in a conversation, though I felt he was still trying to listen.
"It's just a software," I continued my conversation with her.
"What kind of software?"
"Oh, - er - graphics."
"What graphics?"
I did not know what to say. "Animation," I said finally. She seemed to have sensed that there was more to it, and that I was not about to reveal any more, so she changed the topic.
A little later Mandy found Pat and said "Inspite of what I'm feeling for you, I must congratulate you. You singlehandedly changed my name."
Pat burst out laughing and I couldn't help but join him. "Don't feel bad," said Pat. "I'll make it up to you. I have got some other software for you. It's better than Mandy."
"Will you bring it today?" asked Mandy with a glint in his eyes and Pat sat down on the ground, his eyes watering, his body shaking with spasms of uncontrollable laughter. I was laughing so hard that I was clutching my stomach, unable to bear the mirth. After about a minute, the laughing subsided and Pat and I were gasping for breath.
Pat looked at Mandy and suddenly realized that Mandy was still waiting for an answer. He had another attack of hysteria while Mandy stood wondering what the heck is so funny anyway.
"Hi Pat! How's it going? What's that in your hands?" I asked him, pointing to the box of floppy diskettes he was holding.
"That's just a game I copied from someone. It's a new kind of-", he stopped in mid-sentence, looking over my shoulder. "I'll tell you later. Mandy's coming." he said hurriedly.
"Mandy? Who?" I said and looked around. There was nobody around. Nobody that is, except a friend of mine, (whose real name I'd rather not mention) was coming towards us.
"That is Mandy!" said Pat.
"Mandy? But he is..."
"I'll explain later. Here he comes." said Pat and greeted the newcomer warmly. "Hello Mandy!"
"Did you bring it? Did you bring it?" my friend asked excitedly looking at the box of floppy diskettes Pat was holding.
"No, this is just Battle Chess. Somebody wanted it." said Pat.
"What is this Pat! You promised to bring it on saturday. It's almost a week now. You remembered to bring this game but you forgot what I wanted. You are a waste character. If I had promised something, I would have the guts to deliver it." He was obviously playing some crude psychology on Pat and Pat obviously knew it too well.
"I'll get it tonight," promised Pat.
"Coming to the centre, Bharath?" asked my friend.
"I have some work with him," said Pat. My friend walked slowly towards the computer centre.
"What work do you have with me?" I asked after he was out of earshot.
"Nothing, I simply wanted to talk."
"What's all this 'Mandy' business about?"
Pat laughed. "Don't you know what's Mandy?"
"No, what is it?"
"It's a pornographic software. Full of different..." he paused, and it seemed to me that he was grappling for the right words. "You are coming tonight, aren't you? See for yourself," he said finally.
"But why are you calling him 'Mandy'?"
"Simply. You know how horny he is. Somebody told him that I've got such and such a pornographic software. This guy started pestering me to get it. I couldn't get it on the next day and on the day after that I couldn't meet him. Then somebody borrowed it and so on. This guy is a real desperate character. He kept on pestering me and started playing psychology on me. 'You promised me. You can't get it' and so on. I thought it would be fun to make him more desperate. So I deliberately delayed it."
"And you are going to get it tonight?"
"No, I'll probably make him wait till Monday."
On Monday night Pat brought the Mandy software to the college. He told us secretly to watch our friend's face when the software was running, and that the actual software could be seen anytime, but his expression would be what's really worth watching.
We went to one of the high resolution monitors (VGA) and loaded the software. Our friend watched the entire pornographic scene with total concenteration, while Pat tried his best not to laugh.
"Look at the expression of undiluted lust on his face," he whispered to me secretly. Eyes wide open. Teeth bared. Right hand gripping a chair rather too firmly. I couldn't help feeling that Pat's description was accurate.
Now that everybody knew what Mandy was, when Pat shouted "Hey Mandy, did you like it?" quite a few heads turned. Everybody started using the name Mandy to address our friend.
Even people who didn't have the foggiest idea what 'Mandy' stood for started to address him as Mandy. Things got worse at a class party when Pat told everybody present that our friend's real name was Mandy. Until now the girls of our class were in the dark as to what the heck Mandy was. One girl whom I think Mandy fancied came and asked me: "Why do you call him Mandy?" Mandy was standing behind her making desperate attempts to catch my attention. I looked casually at him. He shook his head and brought his finger to his lips. He was shouting a mental "NO" at me. I pretended to ignore him and said "Oh that is a..." and looked at him again. He now started making desperate signs to make me understand.
"What is it, Mandy?" I asked him, pretending not to understand his signals. The girl turned round to look at him. Mandy smiled nervously.
"No, nothing... I was simply..." he said and turned away and engaged someone else in a conversation, though I felt he was still trying to listen.
"It's just a software," I continued my conversation with her.
"What kind of software?"
"Oh, - er - graphics."
"What graphics?"
I did not know what to say. "Animation," I said finally. She seemed to have sensed that there was more to it, and that I was not about to reveal any more, so she changed the topic.
A little later Mandy found Pat and said "Inspite of what I'm feeling for you, I must congratulate you. You singlehandedly changed my name."
Pat burst out laughing and I couldn't help but join him. "Don't feel bad," said Pat. "I'll make it up to you. I have got some other software for you. It's better than Mandy."
"Will you bring it today?" asked Mandy with a glint in his eyes and Pat sat down on the ground, his eyes watering, his body shaking with spasms of uncontrollable laughter. I was laughing so hard that I was clutching my stomach, unable to bear the mirth. After about a minute, the laughing subsided and Pat and I were gasping for breath.
Pat looked at Mandy and suddenly realized that Mandy was still waiting for an answer. He had another attack of hysteria while Mandy stood wondering what the heck is so funny anyway.
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