Monday, July 12, 2010

Bitter Sweet Memories...

"tum se hi din hota hai.....
surmayi shaam ati hai...
tum se hi..tum se hi.. ."
Radio mirchi played this song just when the signals turned red.The bus halted.Raindrops falling on the glass panes allowed me a just a hazy access to the sunday morning outside.I pushed open the glass panes and hung my head out of the window.A strong force of wind strew my hair all over my face followed by a few hasty droplets, touching my eyes and lips as if deeply in love...

The signal turned green.I recollected myself and closed the panes.Mohit Chauhan was still singing....
"main tera sarmaya hoon...
jo bhi main ban paya hoon...
tum se hi...tum se hi...
raastein mil jate hain...
manzile mil jati hain...
tim se hi...tum se hi..."

I had always believed that songs are the best form of hormones and this one was another proof of my belief.
Thoughts started creeping in and tore a tear from my eyes.

1 st april 2007

It was the first day of school in the new session,but none of us seemed to be happy .A massive section change was the culprit in that case.It was no less than a natural disaster for us.I was left behind in my previous section with just a few of my friends and a booming lot of aliens whom we had always considered to be inferior to us.Our class teacher gave me another shocking punch within 3 minutes of her entering 9B.
"Srijani and Suraj will be the class monitors",she announced.

[P.S:...suraj kumar sinha belonged to the alien community,a true Bihari by heart,who strictly sang only bhojpuri numbers.]

"eew"...wel this was a chorus of me and my friends which was followed by some unbearable disgusted looks both for our mam and Suraj.But unfortunately,Suraj beared them with much ease and came up to me with a smiling face just after the teacher left.
"Hi...I am Suraj!"
I preferred not to answer.
But as days passed by,it was suraj who unlocked the gates between the two communities and formed "one" and its simply unbelievable how we became so "terrible" friends by chance.
But again some idiot had said,
"ek ladka aur ladki kabhie dost nahi ban sakte"
...and as we all know...nowadays idiots are the most intelligent people around...this stupid statement was proved to be correct partially in our case.While Sohini found"rab"in "X" and Swarnali failed to realize her feelings for "Y",[names withheld on the basis of virtual threats],I had a mini or rather a semi love story with "R"[no points for guessing]!!!!

"ME"......"JAB WE MET"........"R"........"OUR FRIENDS"
It seems to be a strange combo of characters,but they are all interlinked by some strong threads of attachment.Its been two years that we neither spoke nor did we catch a glance of each other....but the memories of the days spent together are still like a bunch of fresh flowers in our minds.

Guys....i would love to share all of those"platinum days" of mine with you...
but for that u gotta wait for my next post....(^_^)

Friday, July 2, 2010

A try of rebel.....

Sometimes in life we fail to love someone even if we try our best to do so. No this isn’t any admirer of mine. In fact it’s a “she”this time. A lady thrice of me in age ,and almost twice in figure, earning her living by giving lessons in the worst way possible on my “ex-favorite subject”.(In fact she was the villain in our love story….and we had to break up.)A rich husband, an obese child, a “khatara”santro, and the entire of pantaloons and Westside in her wardrobe being her only possessions. She has got a special affection for me, which persuades her to take some “extra care” of mine. Not a single day has passed when she hadn’t called out my name in those”45 minutes long torture sessions”.Well I would love to give you guys a piece of demo.

Last week (Thursday):

I was sitting in the last bench with a pen in my hand.The exercise copy was lying in front of me on the desk,my gaze being fixed on the black board. May be she got bored after spending a full 20 mins of her life on some stupid reactions invented by a man named cannizaro,(which all seemed no more than Greek to me )when she suddenly turned towards me for some personal amusement.
“Srijani…not in the class…..where is your mind….???”
I do admit that it wasn’t acetaldehyde, but something else that left me immersed in its thoughts at that point of time,but I wasn’t disturbing the class in any way.Infact I was enjoying the company of my “tanhai”.
"can you follow the reactions? What to tell to never study."
She frowned in the ultimate stupid manner,marking the end of her "golden words".I was glad,and sat down.
Well this continues for every tuesday,thursday and friday,of which tuesadys being the most pathetic as she has to be tolerated for 3 long periods.

MY REMEDY:I do bunk school every tuesday:-|