Letter 13

Hi Cos and Sec,

Cos seems to play hard-to-get these days as well. But Sec, Sud seems to be quite a thing. I mean I understand that HST-ans lead a life buried under statistics but then I did not imagine them to be so fascinated with female under-wears. And to think of bra collection as a hobby is beyond the most frustrating things I have heard in a long time, worse than the dont-take-bath movement.

However, I should not have been surprised really because Rohan, from HST-Fire too used to be obsessed with figures (numeric/ feminine). Last night I had kept a few of our letters on my desk when a very good friend of mine Wishie saw them and asked me if she could read them. Of course, I allowed considering she's a good friend plus we (Cos, SEC and I) never like the idea of privacy. What is more, Wishie and I happen to have a common HST-an friend. That guy is from HST-Space (not the new kid in town, but an old rusty friend. I know this is getting confusing but... !!) .

Anyhow Wishie told me how a love and sex-starved HST-an was consoling another such fellow in a blog. HST-an 1 tells HST-an 2: "Don't you worry dude. One day we'll extract our pound of flesh with a vengeance." What that means essentially is that, HST-ans are hot property outside HST in the marriage market. Of course it doesn't make much coherent sense to me since I always thought marriage does not have much to do with farming, boat repairing, plane manufacturing skills but then not everyone thinks the same. A little more probing on my part quickly revealed that HST-ans often claim a lot of dowry along with their pound of flesh. Do they teach in HST to be good husbands? No. Of course not. But what they teach in HST lays foundation for money churning and the Pound of Flesh happily lives with that. The irony however is that HST-an doesn't have an option but to go for the bargain. That is the most he can get under the circumstances: live with the flesh that was bought at some random slaughter house.

Yet I will not blame HST-ans alone for this. The pound of flesh is equally at fault.

Cos and Sec, I take heart from the fact that we shall never be that pound of flesh. Neither shall Wishie be, for she is an intelligent and smart woman.

Anyways, Sec I am glad to inform you that my deo and perfume bottles are well in use because there are too many dont-take-bath movement supporters around me. So I carry my perfume and deo around spraying wherever I can, almost like an environment freshener.

In the next mail I will update you about what happened in the summer with Rohan. Meanwhile, just think of it- I checked Sud's profile and he happened to be Dugald's friend. So you can imagine what he will be like. And I also read the testimonial where a girl has written stuffs about him which painfully resemble what I feel like writing to the new kid in town from HST-Space.

I quote some of it:

"One can not expect to get to speak to Sud always because he is often out of order and in those times he is beyond the reach of anything vaguely human and seemingly normative."

So here we go again. yet another victim of the whims of an HST-an. I think feminist brigades should launch a campaign to ban the interactions of any female with the members of this institution err... but then my life would sink to depths of banality (even worse than what it is now, if that's possible)

Let's hope for change. Write to me.

Love ya,

Tan.

letter 12

hey girlies,

hows u people?? As you can see my way of writing is also getting affected by the internet slang. But what can I do, the weird kind of english in which people tend to speak and express themselves all over the virtual world is sure to have an impression. Yesterday only I was getting bored by reading criticisms on Shakespeare and so started surfing randomly. Suddenly I came across this site where a certain competition was going on where they wanted long distance love stories. The stories were from all parts of our country but the funny part was the richness of the language in which they were written. If you guys see the stories, I am sure you wont stop laughing. But i guess you are supposed to overlook the language and give more importance to the feelings as they were stories of "luubh". Anyways I should not be so critical about people as we should always keep in mind while criticising anyone that he or she might not have got the same opportunities as we might have got (very badly quoting the opinion of the famous author). hehehe

And to get back to my weirdo Sam, he is playing hard- to- get these days. Sometimes he comes online n chats and many times even if he is online he does not buzz me. But I am happy that he has not called me yet. God only knows what he wants or should I say God only knows what all the HST-ans want. I just dont know what to expect from these people. I mean what is their problem in life. They are the brilliant brains of our country so why do they need to be so weird.

You know recently I am encountering a flood of requests on various networking sites from HST-ans and while visiting the profile of one of them my opinions about HST-ans have turned to my conviction and now I know that whatever we think about them is 100% correct. There is no room for any doubt. This creature's name is Sud and he is from HST-earth ( same as where our beloved Rehan studies). He has written a poem to describe himself which talks of his sad life ranging from his childhood. Upto this point it was fine but after this the things I saw just kept my eyes wide open. He is nothing but a frustrated individual or to say more explicitly sexually starved. He is interested in raunchy stuff which includes fantasising about women, not only young but middle- aged. His hobby is to think about "bras". Yes it is just what you have read, their is no symbolic meaning, its literally that what he thinks about and is fascinated by. I almost ran back to my home page from his profile page. I mean how can someone be so sick. And then he has almost a thousand friends with people saying all mushy and cuddly stuff about him.

Anyways you people also update me about what is going on at your end. And I hope these weirdos just stop sending me friendship requests. It just creeps me out. So till then byee. Love you both......

Sec

letter 11

Here I am Tan to answer your queries. I think you will be happy to know that I take bath regularly in spite of the extreme cold weather of the place where I stay. Dont you dare compare me in any way with the HST-ans. Now that I have come to think of it, tell me something Tan why did your deo-bottle get empty after few days you bought them and why did you always use so much perfume. I think you quite understand what I am trying to say. And as far as my giving in to excesses is concerned, I was always into excesses. I always seem to take notice of the most scandalous things around me and I enjoy them. I have no qualms about accepting that. I completely get what you are hinting at but I have never abstained myself from anything wet, you know what i mean :) hahaha......

Anyways yaar. I have two consecutive assingments for which I have done nothing. Have to get back to work. Wish me luck...

Sec

letter 10- contd...

Sec,

This is a hurried P.S to the last mail. Cos just told me that you might have become nymphomaniac after your abstinence from anything wet you have now given yourself to excesses? Really??
I am anxious. reply fast.


anxiously,
Tan

Letter 10

Sweeties,

I totally love you guys because your last e-mails gave me the idea for my research concentration. And now its final- it will be a culture study of HST farms and a comparative analysis of the four HSTs we know of. I know other HSTs exist but then, in research we have to be indicative.

I will compare the fertility of the brains of HST-ans and they must be having a lot of fertilizer deposited on their bodies because you know HST-ans do not bath. Yes! They have taken upon themselves to conserve water on behalf of rest of the world.
They only bath once a year- on Holi. That too, because, they feel that chemicals in those colours shall destroy the natural fertilizer multiplying on their skin. YUCKS!

By the way, Sec- do you take bath? During winter, especially? It is difficult to trust you do, considering even you are very sensitive to environmental issues.
Cos- I am impatient to know if the green shirted fat man sang the song as sophisticatedly as Mika?

As a matter of fact, anything connected to guitar makes me slightly high. No. I don’t stand up on the bench or something when I see a guitar- but I feel something special working out in my body and soul. No HST-an I know can play guitar. Not even Dugald with his musical inclinations. (Dugald seems to have become quite popular too- both of you cross referred to him in your mails!!) I guess that’s why guitar still sounds so musical anyway.

There is another musically inclined HST-an I know. From HST-Fire. He makes paper planes. The one’s that don’t fly. The one’s that crash even if they do. I can foresee a bright day when Rehan will take over the water with his boats and Rohan (that’s this fellow’s name) shall take over the air. What will we be left with then? I wonder. I wonder.

Rohan is a curly haired, chubby cheeked child of two rich human beings. So, by the virtue of that he is a human too, at least genetically. I have no idea if they undergo mutation in HST but presuming he’s still human I can tell you he is an extremely horny specimen. He wants to mate like flies and there are very few human females whom he does not find hot. And what’s more, he writes limericks instead of answers in his semester papers, gets terminated and re does the exam and re writes limericks.

I met him first in the season of summer when HST-ans are let out in groups to fend for themselves. And then the rest is too fiery to be divulged in this mail because you have asked me about my non-HST-an whereabouts too.
Now HST is the place where you find the maximum freaks, but it is by no means the only place to find freaks.
Last year I encountered a large eyed guy called Bassanio and started hanging out with him. He had a squeaky voice and eerie opinions about all things but seemed largely nice hearted. Among other things he took delight in the fact that my good name Tania rhymes with Portia, the name of Bassanio’s love interest in The Merchant of Venice. I failed to understand why it was so relevant but he was very confident that he was sending across a secret code through the message. Another day he asked me if I can cook biriyani, I said that I can only cook hot water and that dissatisfied him. In fact, he took offence.

I did not understand back then why cooking of hot water put Bassy off. Now I know his secret. Guess what… like HST-ans he is environment sensitive too. In fact he was the initiator of don’t take bath movement! He invited me to join in but I felt that I can criticize the movement better from a distance rather than getting directly involved. But I did go to a parade in its support and I recommend both of you to support the cause. I can give you Bassy’s contacts too if you want to get it- and Sam and Nike don’t have to be insecure about your getting in touch with Bassy for Bassy is a very gay guy, not malicious at all and he does no one no harm.

I am looking forward to your support, till then, I am busy counting the number of times a certain HST-an buzzed me over the last couple of months. Will tell you the results soon.
By the way Sec, does your roomie really want Sam that badly? Then give him to her. I tell you there shall always be more HST-ans.


Love and Satan Bless,
Tan.

Letter 9

heya girlies,

I am sooo happy to be back to my normal self again. Its so boring to go into the depression mode and go on nagging about how sad life is. So Tan, just dont worry about me. Here I am, back with full enthu and energy to write my name all over the world. And Cosie, your letter made me laugh so much that I almost fell off the chair, I just did not know Nike could be this weird. The time I met him, he seemed quite sane. But I guess HST makes people go mad and behave like weirdos. But I must say your use of animal imageries has just got better by the day and you have attained quite a level while describing Nike. :P By the way I love the song "dekha jo tujhe yaar", I hope that green-shirted fellow sang it in tune. Just kidding yaa.

You know what, I was thinking of giving up my habit of criticising HST guys but I just cant do that because they provide all the fodder for my laughter. Now what do I say. I know this guy from school, he was my senior and the world knows him as Sam. You can well understand why I am talking about him. Yes, he is presently in HST- water, researching on creating a machine which will help people to read all day and night without getting tired. I dont know why God has created such people. After the amount of study all of us do these days, who wants to study more that he trying to make such a machine. Anyways, he was this geeky-looking guy in school with huge glasses (here he resembles your Dugald, Tan). Even when there was some king of function in school he used to wear those over-sized kurtas and pyajamas. He mailed me when he came to know that I was in the same city and asked me if we could meet. He is my senior from school, so couldnt say no. I had interacted with him once in school when we were managing a same event and didnt know him so well. Still we met and the strange part was that he called to HST to meet him. The kind of geek he is, he does not get out of the campus and I was not surprised that he called me to HST only. I was waiting for him in the on-campus coffee-shop with my roomie (who is also from my school and I dont go anywhere without her. jokes apart, actually she wanted the senior from school) and after a while Sammy entered. And oh my god, what should I say. I just couldnt stop my jaws dropping coz I just couldnt believe my own eyes. I couldnt believe what I was seeing in front of my own eyes. The over-sized kurtas were replaced by a t-shirt with a weird kind of design on it. He was wearing shorts and with all this he had worn a richie-rich $ sign. hahaha. I still laugh whenever the image comes to my head. HST has turned him into a complete freak. He came and sat, he just couldnt recognise my roomie. He started talking about the "special bond" I shared with him in school (by the way I had no clue when we shared this bond). After going on and on about that, he started talking about his life at HST which includes study, study and some more study---nothing else. It was all about how much he studies and blah blah blah. I just wanted to run away from there. I knew my roomie was getting angry coz he just kept saying that he could not even remember seeing her in school. After a while, he asked for our numbers so that he can contact us later. I gave him my number and at that precise moment he just ran away saying that he had some important class to attend.I thought he had asked for both me n my roomie's number but I guess he wanted only mine. I guess he just wants to strengthen the "special bond" we shared. God save me from this weirdo. I just hope he doesnt call. Nothing is in my hands though.

So girlies, so much for today. By the way Tan, why are you getting worked up also with the non-HST-ans? Is anything wrong? Whatever it is just chill and relax and lemme know in your next mail whats the matter. Love for you both.....:)

Sec

Letter 8

hey chicas...

wats with the sad notes?? i absolutely had a heart attack seeing such sad faces...i mean letters... cheer up girls...holi's coming and its time to fill our letters with a little bit of scandalous colours..:). btw, did u girls no i just got sung ' dekha jo tujhe yaar dil mein baji guitar' by a fat, green shirted man.. umm you must be wondering where did i encounter such a specimen...well lets say its all thanks to a certain HSTian...remember nike?.

well this is indeed a queer story. he and i had decided to go out for lunch [ yes HSTians have lunch like normal ppl...they dont eat carcasses as we believed for so long...i was shocked too.:)].. so we had gone for a popular food joint. now nike was the one who suggested that we meet for lunch...i agreed[as you no i never leave a chance of free eating]. so we went and we had food. nothing great about it, except for the fact that we had a female waiter who hated me and loved nike[she actually thought he was cute...well she looked like a cat anyway...so i guess animal attraction towards a fellow animal HStian...being a human i cant really comment on that aspect]...anyway so she kept making monkey faces at me while nike kept laughing like a hyena...so u can say it was a true animal song.. well after such an 'animal'-ated lunch we decided to trudge back home. so nike has a car and it was obvious that he would drop me home. now both me and nike didnt no the area really well. so he got on the car and started acting like...umm like a guy[couldnt come up with an animal here...] ...as he wouldnt ask for directions.. we ended up getting lost in a place which is actually 20mins walk from both our residences. well finally when sense triumphed over his chimpish desire of being the king, he asked for directions. well good enough. but then the chimp turned into a nagging parrot.[god my animal imagery comes so handy whenever i have to describe the HST public...i should really stop these aside snides...but then cant help it...i just get so into it...ok stop...focus on the animal at hand]. he kept complaining about the traffic and everything. i got so irritated i was like listen dude just stop the car and i will get down. i cant take the drama. he then looked at me with owlish eyes[ so reminded me of ur Dugald Tan] and said so u can walk back? grt.

and lo and behold he stops the car and waits for me to get out. it didnt bother the short sighted bat[animal comes in again...i am so on a roll] that it was a weird neighbourhood and weird ppl roamed around. i was mad...mad as a hatter...not really a hatter but then u can guess... so i got down slammed the door and walked...that is when i encountered the weird ape man in green shirt who thought it would be romantic to serenade to me..i tell you its all the fault of the system...teach a man a song and he will sing it in every occasion..i doubt his heart can even strum a guitar...a dhol maybe...or even the lip clucking sound...but guitar...well i will give u my thesis on guitar strumming hearts some other day... anyway so i run back home angry, insulted by being sung at...that also such a bad song...if it was mere khayalo ki mallika i still might have conceded but then whatever... u no the icing on the cake? after i returned nike messages me and i will end the letter with the message of the presumptuous kitty "i loved the time we had today...but y didnt u wave me goodbye when u got out of the car?? i waited..." !!! and ppl wonder y i get chills and weird feelings everytime i meet a HSTian!!

so long

love ya

cos

Letter 7

Dear Sec,

I am worried about your mood because I feel it might just get transmitted to me. In any case, you are one of the few people to be aware of my perpetual boredom. And that’s exactly why I get into all the mess with HST folks, for they are bored too. I think we bitch about them because at different points we shared special bonds with them over trivial things.

Actually, the entire world is bored and that’s why we have news channels and reality shows all the time but I will leave that for Rakhi Sawant to judge. By the way, I was thinking of doing a research paper on Karan Johar’s films for my Romanticism core paper- don’t you think that the titles of his films take on Wordsworth in their range of sentimental excess? Do advise me on this.

I have once again started on my habit of reading old chat transcripts. I wish they did not get automatically saved, then I would have no means of retrieving them but of course, that’s the thing about existence. All that you want to be saved never gets saved and all that you would not rather have gets saved.

I do not lie much, so looking up past chats is not a means of self-reminder or anything but it is a means to remind myself of all the kinds of conversations I have already had- ones that I should not repeat and all the same I will. This is a variation on the Sisyphus myth- I choose to repeat things, the notion of free will comes here.

My mind is quite messed right now with a pan-Protestant argument of free will and fore-knowledge at odds with Tralfamadorian sense of time- I have tests on both in a few days.
I sympathize with HST people on this one aspect- they too have endless tests- half-sems, full-sems and so on.

Anyways, coming back to my past chats I have rediscovered Dugald’s history.

Dugald’s onion eyes have remained spectacled for years. I am very fond of bespectacled men but Dugald’s spectacles were obnoxiously over-sized, taking up more space than a pair of spectacles can be allowed in this over populated country. And that is why perhaps Dugald started dreaming of migrating to distant shores which have comparatively lesser population and would easily accommodate his twin eyes.

He thought HST would be the passport to just such a future. Meanwhile Dugald and I shared interest in a certain subject when we were batch mates at a preparatory institution and I was perhaps better than him in the same- so he decided to sit beside me and pinch me through the exam on that paper. Later, when I complained about it to our faculty Dugald said that it was supposed to be “an affair between you and me, why would the faculty interfere?”

No wonder I almost ran away from the affair, or possibilities of it right then and did not bump into Dugald for years till he joined HST. HST-Earth is strategically located close to where I stay and their ever expanding network gets them access to anyone almost through the web. So Dugald sent a wire asking me if I remembered him. Now that is a rhetorical query really because I can never forgive or forget the master-pincher and then, there were his spectacles and onion eyes. So I answered in the affirmative (because I do not lie, remember?)

Since he apologized I forgave him for past wrongs and started on a clean slate and mine was way too clean because I was pissed off with non-HST-ans too back then and so he had a fair chance. Yet he spoiled it with his over enthusiasm and inflammable temper. I can not stand arrogant people, because I am arrogant myself and Dugald knew it. It is his free will that led to his Fall and my foreknowledge of any sane human being’s incompatibility with a HST-an had nothing to do with it. There I rest my case.

By the way, Dugald used to be very good quizzer like most HST-ans but that’s exactly the problem with them. They know a lot but hardly absorb anything. That’s why they succeed in quiz and fail with women. What say girls?

I am trying to do away with HST-bitching syndrome and I hope my story with HST-space shall be a better one. What stories life writes… Do keep writing your name everywhere, that’s the only way to fame and identity.

Love,
Tan

letter 6

Hey Tan,

First I will answer your question that you asked in your last letter. Yes I still write my name where ever I get space and it has turned into a habit. I dont know when my hands start scribbling my name. This happens whenever I get into the stand-by mode (as all human-machines do I guess). My mind stops working, I just get lost and I start writing my name. I never really thought why I write my name all the time but today I was wondering about it. Is it because somewhere deep down I feel a need to assert myself which you know I dont in real life or is it nothing but a silly habit. I know you have started feeling now that why am I sounding so serious today. I dont know what is wrong with me. I guess the world around with all its noise and bustle is taking its toll on me.

You know Tan, today I was really thinking that why do we always need to bitch about the HST guys in our letters. Why dont we just talk about ourselves. Is it by talking about the HST people that we are trying to hide our own lives from us only. I know they are weird in their own ways, they are funny and we take every opportunity to poke fun at them but I just dont know why I am feeling so weird today. What I cant understand is why people behave in the way they do. Today I was re-reading Cos' letter about Rehan and I just sat wondering that how can a guy be like that. I know that God has created an arena called humanity and created human beings of various mentality and thought process. But what I dont understand, however hard I try to understand, is how can someone hurt the feelings of another person. May be I am thinking in this way because I can never even think of hurting anyone's feelings. You can say I am naive to think about all this and I know your next letter is sure to make fun of me but still you know I just cant stay without sharing my thoughts with you and Cos. I think I have bored you enough for today. Hope to get back to my normal self soon...

Tomorrow I have to go and attend my morning classes...Its better I go off to sleep, otherwise I will again go into my stand-by mode.

With love love and love

Sec

Letter 5

Dear Cos and Sec,

Today I am in a true Samuel Richardson mood that is I am absolutely ready to write long improbable letters. To begin with, I secretly read a HST-ans love letter or, should I call it break-up, letter last night. It started with a quote from Camus. No wonder HST-ans never really create news with their love stories because if you insist on your The Outsider status for too long, chances are you will become one and remain one. So they remain outside the space of normative love stories.

I was actually pinging Dugald over HST's hugely entangled spider webs in space when I figured that he was reading his friend’s love letter. Now I don’t know why his friend sent the love letter addressed to his lost love to Dugald instead of posting it but I told myself, this is HST. Dugald sent the letter to me over the web as if it were a piece of high literary merit. I tell you, the writer of the letter was well-read but love-starved.

Now I know you will worry when you hear this from me because you are aware of my affinity to shower affection on men and dogs that are love-starved, but then I am wary of HST. So I hope, for the time being, there is no cause to worry.

Anyways, I asked Dugald about Rehan and he confirmed that Rehan keeps getting terminated because he concentrates more on how to repair pianos than how to repair boats. Rehan’s concentration this semester is boat-repairing. So, poker-face is supposed to go about repairing boats in HST- Earth’s cess pool all the time but then he crosses the fences and comes to the civil society to learn piano because he greatly admires the reflex of his fingers. Dugald also added that Rehan admires the reflex of some other private parts of his body too and then you know how Dolphin was deceived by him.
Dolphin rang me up yesterday. I think she has finally got over poker-face and I am so glad about it.
Anyways, Dugald still seems not to have got over his decade long love for me. It s absolutely an HST-ans area of expertise to keep remaining obsessed with a woman who will never ever requite your love and dumping one who requites it.

Meanwhile, I have been wondering what’s up with HST-Fire, Water and Space. We are sharing experiences only about HST-Earth. By the way, have you ever seen that in the Kutkut profile of all HST-ans almost there are trite photos mourning over the lack of girls on their campus? By the way, you remember in my last letter I was talking about this new kid in town? He is from HST-Space.

And yes, he is as alien as one can be but what worries me is that I somehow catch his frequency which is weird because I like to believe I am NOT an alien.

What's incredible is that though we are not HST-ans, we spend a lot of time talking about them. What a species they are and how ill-fortunate we are to keep meeting them!
The weather on this part of our nation is still quite good, HST-warming hasn’t affected us as yet badly but the apocalyptic day seems at hand. Every morning I wake up to fear that moment of deliverance.

And Cos, do you still count pebbles, stones, tiles, lines in a page and stare at the wall when you are free? Sec, do you still write your name on any available plain surface all the time? I am anxious to know.

Satan be with you,
Tan.

Letter 4

heya cos,

finally get to hear from you girl....You know how much I love gossip and these HST people seem to give me just what I want.. Sometimes it feels weird that I take so much interest in other people's life but I think only we three can understand these weirdos in their true colour. So you also have got the opportunity of meeting this Rehan sample. He is something I must say... I was talking of people's actual colour but this guy changes colour like a chameleon.

Actually I met him on Dolphin's birthday which both you and Tan missed. He entered full of attitude with a huge load of gifts for Dolphin. What I was telling Tan was that in the beginning he gives the impression that he is a goody goody boy who is as innocent as a cow (hehehe). He has this plastic smile pasted on his face always and he thinks by smiling and showing off he can win the hearts of everyone. But I must say I had some doubts coz people who try to show that they are too good always have some fault hidden inside.

But girl your letter is an eye-opener. I did not know this Rehan is such a creature and his new name "rat" suits him well. You know what from the latest gossip update which I got, in HST also this sample is not exhibiting true brilliance. He has signed up for a inferior type of research programme in HST. HST also has its hierarchy and this research programme is based on some commonly available liquid. Apart from his pocker-marked face, his brain is also the same.. It lacks grey matter I must say....

I sometimes wonder why has God created such samples but I guess it is for the entertainment of the humanity...hahaha......catch ya later cosie......

love ya,

Sec

letter 3

hey sec and tan

how u been girls?
It was amazing reading your letters...felt like we were again together chatting over cuppa...its truly been long since i have poured out my heart to u guys. god dont i miss our daily sessions of trying to find rhyme and rhythm in the intricate weirdness of HSTians. but now i guess we have to be happy doing it over long letters and cups of coffee with it. well met rehan a few days back. the baboon face has now grown long monkey hair to suit his rodent like attitude [ thats a lot of animal imagery...but then human terms are so inadequate for HSTians like him] and acting like a stud...well to each his own i guess. he is now publicly announcing his new relationship status where he is going around with the best known slut of the nearby crack pot institution whose name most of us dont know or choose to ignore... no wonder he sounds happy... got a slutty bitch for his rat like life...who wouldnt be happy?

We all celebrated this extraordinary communion of these two when suddenly rehan comes up with a new weird comment...remember his last gf? that beautiful and really amazing dolphin? well he went on to claim " i still love dolphin i am just dating this slut"...we all watched in amazement as he toasted to this which he thought was really suave and witty while slutty bitch pasted a come hither look on her face and made eyes at one and all ... didnt leave out the girls even. i guess they are well suited with each other.

At the end of the party we all played a bet as to how long the couple will keep from whoring out? its an open bet and if u win u get to get away from HSTian rehan for a period of 6 months... i put in my bet...i hope to win...u guys can also put in ur bets... nothing better than a healthy break from the animal farm of HST... well bye chicas...waiting to hear from you...cant wait for ur new experiences...cya and as i always say

Keep the witching alive..:)

love ya

cos

Letter 2

Dear Sec,

While I miss the scent of handwritten letters, your emails do somewhat fill up the space all the same. Received your Email seconds back and here I am at it again.
I miss you and Cos so much. Sometimes I feel we are the only trinity left on this planet with what they call average mind and average intelligence. Every one else seems to be so brilliant. We study literature, dream small and do not convert time into dollars.
Your mail reminded me of a guy who used to be a batch mate of Rehan’s from the very same institution. I had known Dugald when he was not in HST but even at that time he did show strands of his latent genius which would later guarantee him admission into HST. Among other achievements of his, he was particularly fond of imitating Shankar Mahadevan’s Breathless. The only thing is Dugald’s rendition of Breathless was not musical at all. This is difficult to explain over a letter, but the effect of this would be that I hardly ever understood anything he told, though I would sincerely nod and pretend to listen.
Dugald’s eyes reminded me of onions. No, they weren’t purple, but they had layers to them and had I gone any closer than I did I felt his eyes would peel out (I have no idea how) and even stink- making me cry.
My aim in life for a long time has been to slap Dugald but he seems to nurture contradictory aims pertaining to me, so I have kept my tender palms on hold. Besides, I haven’t met Dugald for sometime now. He is locked up in HST and I hope he remains so but then he sends me songs as attachments with his emails- some of it sung by him. So I am not completely shielded against Dugald. But I am confident I don’t like his voice, so I am at least immune.
However, right now a matter of greater concern is that I have bumped into yet another HST breed and of a type I am not completely vaccinated to combat. I will tell you more about the new kid in town in my next mail.
Any news from Cos’ end? I heard she is losing her way in front of Nike and Adidas showrooms lately. What’s the deal?
By the way, I shall ask Dugald about Rehan. They might know each other. Let’s see what they have to say. I always like the idea of one guy bitching about another to a girl for evolutionary reasons.
Thank Satan, we are not sea horses.

Much Love,
Tan.

Letter 1

Hey Tan,

Whats up with you these days? I am just dying to tell you about a new HST public I met a few days back. I have met him just once but still I have so much to say that I am almost bursting with excitement. HST has produced yet another sample to add to our list. I did not know I would have the opportunity to meet another HST public so soon. It seems that HST and we share some kind of special bond that we keep bumping into the member of this farm. This guy is called Rehan but you know what he is a bit different from the other HST- ans we have met. What I get to hear from gossips is that he lacks the kind of brilliance which is expected from this species. He has even failed to perform well in some of the projects they carry on in HST. Yet he thinks very highly of himself and takes himself too seriously. He talked to me and from what I got he is just too full of himself and this quality I guess he shares with his fellow HST-ans. But on meeting him for the first time, he seems to be a very nice guy with all the "brilliant" qualities which a HST guy is supposed to have (the gossips revealed quite the opposite though). You know what I am too sleepy now and my mind is not working (its 2 o'clock already and here I sit writing about a odd species; people will think I am mad). So off to sleep for now, will continue this next time.......

Love,

Sec

Prelude

Every great work with or without any literary merit is preceded by some sort of an introduction. Our narratives, or should I call epistles, to follow shall therefore not be deprived of the right to be introduced. However, I greatly regret the fact that no better pen (actually keyboard) than mine ever commenced to narrate this subject of epic proportions and seminal importance.
This shall be a tale about an exclusively male populated farm at the heart of our agrarian nation called HST. The farm is not your average one, growing rice or wheat. For starters, the products of HST are far more expensively bought and usually exported to another nation which has diamonds and dreams named after it.
HST nourishes a species who have brains operating at a frequency completely at discordance with rest of the world around. And that is exactly why the future of the world rests on their shoulders, or so the inhabitants of the farms think.
I shall reveal no farther about HST bred males. That is for you, dear reader, to find out. We are hereby trying to give you an unbiased account of HST as perceived from outside.
However, before I end this note I have the obligation of introducing ourselves, the narrators, to you. We are invoking the blessings of Homer (the name attributed to perhaps more than 1 writer, he alone can bless us) and a far greater writer than him who inspired us to think of making money out of HST stories.
We are three females- idle and (ill-)literate. It is a matter of great misfortune that we keep bumping into HST breeds. We’ll share all the knowledge that we have gathered about them in our open letters to follow.

Yours sincerely,
Tan.