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Halfway through the vacation a late monsoon surge darkened the skies. Heavy rain kept the boys indoors. Bored and restless, Maneck remembered the chessmen. Om had never seen a set, and the plastic figures captivated his imagination. He demanded to learn the game.

Maneck began naming the pieces for him: "King, queen, bishop, knight, rook, p.a.w.n." The sculpted words fell with a familiar caress upon his own ears. He took pleasure in feeling the pieces between his fingers again after so long, resurrecting them from their maroon plywood coffin in their customary squares, ready for battle.

Then, abruptly, the sound of his voice became the faraway echo of another a voice that had once named the chessmen thus, for him, in the college hostel. He stopped, unable to proceed with explaining the game. The voice began disinterring the bones of his recent past, the ones he was trying to forget, had half-forgotten, had never wanted to see again. Now they were suddenly surfacing with grotesque alacrity.

He stared at the chessboard, where every piece harboured a ghost within its square. Thirty-two ghosts began their own moves, a dancing, colliding, taunting army of memories willing to do battle with his will to forget. Then the dancing chessmen changed partners, and it was the face of Avinash smiling at him from all sixty-four squares.

With an effort, Maneck abandoned the board and went to the window. Rain was pounding the street. Someone's motorcycle lay covered under a loudly thrumming tarpaulin. The puddles around it were muddy and uninviting. There were no children playing or splas.h.i.+ng, the street joyless in this rain that had stayed too long and was too torrential. He wished he had never opened the box of chessmen.



"What's wrong?" asked Om.

"Nothing."

"Come on, then. Stop wasting time, show me how to play."

"It's a stupid game. Forget it."

"Why do you have it, if it's stupid?"

"Someone lent it to me. I have to return it soon." He watched the sewer's whirlpool swallow empty cigarette packs and soft-drink bottlecaps. Kohlah's Cola would not be among them. Not while Daddy continued in his stubborn ways. What a success the business could have been. And he would never have had to come to this b.l.o.o.d.y college. Must have made a wrong move somewhere in life, he thought, to walk into this check.

"You just don't want to teach me," said Om, sweeping the pieces into the box. They fell with an accusing clatter. Maneck looked, and opened his mouth as though he would speak. Om did not notice, sliding on the lid.

Maneck lingered at the window a little longer before returning to the chessboard. "I don't want to give you any trouble," said Om sarcastically. "Are you sure you want to teach me?"

He said nothing, set the board up and began to explain the rules. The rain was beating hard on the motorcycle's tarpaulin.

Over the next two days, Om learned how the pieces were moved and captured but the concept of checkmate continued to elude him. If Maneck constructed an example on the board, he grasped it perfectly, feeling the trapped king's helplessness with a visceral anguish. But to reach a similar denouement on his own during play was beyond him, and he became impatient.

Maneck felt the failure was his he was just not as good a teacher as Avinash. The corollaries of stalemate and draw were equally difficult. "Sometimes there aren't enough pieces left on either side, so the king keeps endlessly moving out of check," he explained over and over.

Again, Om understood when it was ill.u.s.trated on the board; but the metaphor of kings and armies was not sustained to his satisfaction, and he refused to proceed beyond it. "Makes no sense," he argued. "Look, your army and my army are battling, and all our men are dead. That leaves the two of us. Now one of us has to win, the stronger will kill the other, right?"

"Maybe. But the rules are different in chess."

"The rules should always allow someone to win," Om insisted. The logical breakdown troubled him.

"Sometimes, no one wins," said Maneck.

"You were right, it is is a stupid game," said Om. a stupid game," said Om.

After five days of rain the skies did not let up, and the two were a thorough nuisance in the flat. They amused themselves watching Ishvar and Dina at work. "Look," whispered Maneck. "His tongue always pokes into his cheek when he starts the machine." And they found hilarious her habit of hiding both lips between her teeth when measuring something.

"That's too slow, yaar," observed Om, as his uncle paused to load a bobbin from the spool. "I can wind it in thirty seconds."

"You are young, I am old," said Ishvar good-humouredly. He slipped the fresh bobbin into the shuttle and slid the metal plate over it.

"I always keep six bobbins ready," said Om. "Then I can change them phuta-phut, without stopping in the middle of a dress."

"Aunty, you should also grow long nails on your little fingers, like Ishvar. It will look great."

Her patience quickly ran out. "You two are becoming trouble with a capital t. Just because you have a vacation doesn't mean you sit and eat up our heads with your nonsense. Either go out or start working."

"But it's raining, Aunty. You don't want us to get wet, do you?"

"You think the whole city pulls a blanket over its head because of a little rain? Take the umbrella, it's hanging from the cupboard in your room."

"That's a ladies' umbrella."

"Then get wet. But stop bothering us."

"Okay," said Om. "We'll go somewhere in the afternoon."

They removed themselves to the verandah, and Maneck suggested a second visit to the aquarium. Om said he had a better idea: "Jeevan's shop."

"Boring, yaar there's nothing to do there."

Om revealed his plan: to convince Jeevan to let them measure female customers.

"Okay, let's go," grinned Maneck.

"I'll teach you this game," said Om. "Measuring the chest is easier than playing chess. And much more fun, for sure."

The shop was quiet when they arrived. Jeevan was taking a nap, stretched out on the floor behind the counter. On a stool by his head a transistor radio played soft sarangi music. Om turned up the volume, and Jeevan awoke with a start.

He sat gulping air for a minute, his eyes bulging. "Why did you do that? It's a joke or what? Now I'll have a headache the whole afternoon."

He refused to even consider Om's offer of free help. "Measure my customers? Forget it. I know what you are up to. That swelling between your legs will drag my shop's good name through the mud."

Om promised to behave professionally and not let his fingers wander. He declared that his skills were rusting due to working from paper patterns. "I just want to keep in touch with real tailoring."

"t.i.ts are what you want to keep in touch with. You can't fool me. Stay away from my lady customers, I'm warning you."

Maneck wandered into the changing booth behind the curtain. "Wouldn't it be fun to hide in here when they came for a trial."

Om inspected the interior too. He found three clothes hooks and a mirror, but nowhere to conceal oneself. "It's impossible," he concluded.

"You think so, do you?" said Jeevan. "Now let me show you smart boys something." He led them behind the counter, to the rear of the part.i.tion that formed the back of the booth. "Put your eye to that," he said, indicating a crack in one corner.

Om gasped. "You can see everything from here!"

"Let me look," said Maneck, pus.h.i.+ng him. "It's perfect, yaar!"

Jeevan strummed his lips and smirked. "Yes, but don't get any ideas. I will be in a madhouse before I let you in here."

"Aray, please!" said Om. "It's such a perfect top-to-bottom free show!"

"Perfect, yes. Free, no. Everything has a price. You go for cinema, there is a ticket to buy. Take the train, and there is the fare to pay."

"How much?" asked Om.

"Never mind how much. I cannot risk my shop's honour."

"Please, yaar, Jeevan, please!"

He began to relent. "You'll behave yourselves? No going crazy at the sight of flesh?"

"We'll do whatever you say."

"Okay. Two rupees each."

Om watched Maneck check his pocket. "Yes, we have enough."

"But I want only one at a time back here. And no noise, not even breathing, understand?" They nodded. Jeevan examined the order book. Two women were due that evening, one for a blouse and one for pants. "Who wants which?"

Maneck suggested tossing a coin. "Heads," said Om, and won. He closed his eyes, smiling, trying to decide, and selected pants. Jeevan said they had at least an hour to wait, the customers would be coming after five. Since the rain had eased up, the two decided to go for a stroll.

It was a tense, silent walk, the air heavy with expectation. They spoke just once, to concur that they should be getting back in case the women were early. Barely fifteen minutes had elapsed.

They waited on edge in the shop, getting on Jeevan's nerves. There were four false alarms people collecting repairs and alterations. At a quarter to six, their patience was rewarded.

"Yes, madam, your blouse is ready for trial," said Jeevan, giving the boys a discreet nod. He browsed through a stack of clothes to allow Maneck time to slide behind the counter into the dark s.p.a.ce. Then, retrieving the blouse, he indicated the curtain to the woman. "In there, madam, thank you very much."

Maneck thought the pounding of his heart would knock down the part.i.tion. High heels tapping sharply on the stone floor, she entered, hung the new blouse on a hook, and drew the curtain. She pulled her neatly tucked top out of her skirt and unb.u.t.toned it, her back towards him. He watched her reflection in the mirror.

He held his breath as the top came away. She was wearing a white bra.s.siere. Her thumbs travelled under the straps, s.h.i.+fting their position. Two red lines upon the skin of her shoulders marked the place. Then she moved her hands behind and unhooked the bra.s.siere.

For one insane moment he thought it was coming off. He clenched his fist. But the hook was merely moved to the next loop on the fraying elastic band. She rolled her shoulders a couple of times and adjusted the cups, pus.h.i.+ng them higher till they settled snugly, and put on the new blouse.

Beads of perspiration rolled down Maneck's forehead and stung his eyes. She left the booth. He took the opportunity to inhale deeply. Through the crack, past the open curtain, he could see Jeevan checking the fit. Om turned suddenly and winked at the crack, putting his hands on his chest and squeezing.

The blouse was satisfactory. She returned to change, and exited in less than a minute. Maneck waited; he could hear Jeevan thanking her and providing a final delivery date. Then the high heels tapped their way down the steps, and he emerged from the hiding place.

He wiped his brow on his sleeve, shaking out the s.h.i.+rt underneath his armpits. "It's so hot behind the part.i.tion."

"Don't blame the part.i.tion. Your heat rises from your lower part," laughed Jeevan. He gestured for the money, and Maneck paid up.

"How was it?" asked Om. "What did you see?"

"It was great. But she was wearing a bra."

"What did you expect?" said Jeevan. "My customers are not low-cla.s.s village women. They work in big offices secretaries, receptionists, typists. They apply lipstick and rouge, and wear top-quality underwear."

Om had to wait another half-hour before his customer arrived. He sidled nonchalantly past the counter, disappearing before Jeevan found the garment and directed the woman into the booth.

When she stepped out Maneck wished he could have opted for this one. The way the new pants hugged her thighs and gripped her crotch brought a lump to his throat. Jeevan knelt before her to verify the inseam, and Maneck swallowed hard.

She returned behind the curtain. Seconds later, there was a m.u.f.fled thud and a scream.

Jeevan jumped. "Madam! Is everything all right?"

"I heard a noise! From the back!"

"Please madam, it's all right, I promise you," he grovelled with masterful calm and speed. "It's only rats. Please don't worry."

She came out fl.u.s.tered, flinging the pants on the counter. He reverently restored them to their hanger. "I'm very sorry you were frightened, madam. Rats are such a problem wherever you go in the city."

"You should do something about it," she said angrily. "It's not nice for your customers."

"Yes, madam. Sometimes it hides in the boxes behind the part.i.tion and makes a noise. I'll have to spread more poison for it." He apologized again and saw her off.

Om emerged wearing a sheepish smile, quite ready to be teased about his trouser-rat. Jeevan clipped him viciously over the head. "Saala idiot! Such huge trouble you could have made for me! What caused the noise?"

"Sorry, I slipped."

"Slipped! What filthy things were you doing that you slipped? Get out, both of you! I don't want to see you again in my shop!"

Maneck tried to placate Jeevan by offering the two rupees for Om's viewing, but that only aggravated him further. He swept the hand aside and looked ready to strike him. "Keep your money! And keep this troublesome boy out of my shop!" He pushed them through the door and down the steps.

They were subdued as they walked up the lane to the main road. A crow shrieked from a window ledge. The sobering effect of Jeevan's rage was deepened by the evening light lapping at the hem of darkness. Streetlamps started to flicker tentatively yellow buds, intimating the arrival of the full glow. Something scampered across their path into an alley.

"Look," said Maneck. "There goes madam's rat." They caught a flash of pink skin through the rodent's diseased fur, patchy and mange-eaten.

"It's searching for Advanced Tailoring," said Om. "Wants to order a new suit." They laughed. The rat disappeared into the alley's darker recesses where a gutter gurgled. There were sharp squeaks, and sounds of splas.h.i.+ng. They headed for the bus stop.

"So tell me," Maneck nudged with an elbow. "What were you doing in there?"

Smiling wryly, Om made a fist and moved it up and down. A short laugh that was more like a cough broke from Maneck.

Ahead, something spattered onto the crowded pavement from an upper-storey window. Pedestrians who had been soiled screamed at the building. They reached the entrance steps and raced upstairs, though it was impossible to know which window was hiding the culprit.

"Did you see much?" asked Maneck.

"Everything. Her new pants were so tight, when she pulled them down her knickers went down as well."

Maneck kicked a stone into the gutter. "You saw the hair?"

Om nodded. "It was a real bush." He used both hands to describe it, wriggling his fingers to emphasize a rich thicket. "Have you ever seen one?"

"Only once. A long time ago. We used to have an ayah when I was small. I climbed on a chair while she was bathing and looked through the ventilator over the door. It scared me. It seemed fierce, as though it was going to bite."

Om laughed. "It wouldn't scare you now, for sure. You'd jump right into it."

"Just give me a chance."

They waited for the signal change to cross the road. At the edge of the footpath two policemen held up a rope, taut between them, keeping the crowds from spilling into traffic. People surged against the barrier like waves testing the sh.o.r.eline. The policemen dug in their heels, straining, shouting, containing the impatient homeward-bound flock.

"You know, it's a good thing the rat wasn't really behind the part.i.tion," said Maneck. "It would have chewed off your little soosoti in one second."

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