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....(^_^)

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 you...you 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:-|

July 2008:

Mom:He hasn't got his placement yet.That Satyam issue has created a lot of touble for them too.There's no chance of his joining Wipro before july 2009.

me: Are you sure???who told you???

Mom:He was here today morning,around 11.He wished he could continue teaching you.I am just wondering ,why is he so eager about this....you aren't that good a student.

Me:Really????so what have you decided???

Mom:I told him to come from tomorrow.You can continue with both the tuitions.

Me:Mum...are you serious???? I mean it wasnt that necessary.

Mom: Who is the mother....you or me....I can feel every breath of yours.

"Now what did she mean by that....and why on earth am I so excited...and why am I smiling...oh shit....I am blushing too....I do admit that these three months in between seemed like a year for me.... i felt as if a part of my heart was lost....Yeah....n I also did witness excessive secretion of my tear glands whenever i opened my physics book....especially that stupid chapter...MACHINES...and strangely enough I preferred keeping the ash tray filled with cigarette butts in my room....and kind of cherished that yukky smell.....But why suddenly am i feeling so relieved......I feel I got back that missing piece of my heart...I am totally confused.....what the hell is happening to me....do I need a psychiatrist???"

Wel this was my inner self....which by then already had a 90% hold on my outer mind...

Next day (7 p.m.):

Me: Electromagnetism sucks.Our teacher was doing it the other day.Must say... its awful.

He:Okay....we'll do it today.So,how is life going on????

Me:Oh..don't ask about life....First term exams were terrible...especially physics.Now please don't ask me the marks.

I looked up to him and found him smiling at me.....

Our eyes locked....

I realized that I was smiling too.....

Me: what??

I broke the silence.....He seemed to be a bit of embarrassed......

He:Pass me a pen.What's the page number?

He started turning the pages of "concise physics for class 10"......

Me:How will I know.Check it out yourself.

I said as I passed him a pen....

He took the pen and grabbed my hand.....

His eyes still fixed on the physics book.....

But extending his cigarette burnt,dark lips a little to give away a notorious smile....

I gave him a sarcastic dirty look....

And rescued my hand from his.....

Me:We must make it fast.I gotta go to my friend's place for dinner.

He:okay...okay...so it was Oersted who conducted an experiment on the magnetic effect of electric current which.........

Undefined..........

OCTOBER 2006:

I was out out for a friend's birthday party.

On returning, saw him sitting uncomfortably on one of the dining table chairs in our living room,with his head hung low....a tall, dark, lean fellow....dressed in a yuk yellow tee and a pair of dark blue jeans....loooking strangely unattractive.

He looked up to me for a fraction of a second, looked at dad at an instant and again lowered his head.

"Who the heck is this....man....he looks awful....awful indeed" i screamed within.

i just smiled...and yeah..it was close to a grin.

HE:but uncle i won't be able to continue till her boards....i will be completing my degree in a year...and will then have to leave the city for my job.

DAD:OK...don't worry about that.You can start teaching her from this month itself and we shall arrange for someone else before you leave.

Yeah....i had guessed it correctly....this fellow is gonna be my next tuition teacher.And yes...I was too damn angry and this marked the beginning of my hatred towards him.

He started teaching me from the next day itself.As days passed by,my hatred towards him became irresistible,and i started employing means so that he had to quit teaching me.I had almost tried all sorts of pranks on him.but naah....he wasn't the least irritated. In fact he seemed to enjoy them.He led me wondering that how can a person be so damn quiet and calm and patient in such intense conditions.He used to smoke a lot....and when that irritating smell of cigarettes occupied my study room even hours after he had left,I felt like killing him and shifting base to central jail.He loved physics, machines being his favorite.(quite naturally as he was a machine himself) Don't know why...i could never call him "sir".Instead i gifted him some weird names...and again he didn't mind at all.Even if I scored a zero in 4 or 5 consecutive tests conducted by him,he could only say"you are kind of grown up now...so there's no point scolding you...but...but..."that's all he could say.

MARCH 2008:

MOM:You will be completing your degree in June...and will leave soon after that.We have decided to get her admitted to a coaching center ,now itself.Its close to our house and some of her friends' also attend the same classes.

HE:But aunty I am available till June.After that she can join those classes.

MOM:That wont be possible because after June...no one will take her in.Its her boards next year.We can't take things so casually.

HE:But aunty i haven't got my posting yet.And actually she is used to my kind of teaching.may be she may not be able to adjust anywhere else.

He looked into my eyes....

(for the second time after that first day's meeting)

his eyes wanted to express something....

something which had always remained unsaid...

MOM:no no..she will be fine out there..we have already spoken to sir...you need not come from next day.

"yippeeee..he is gone... at last....thank god..."I jumped in my room.

"But he wasn't that bad....may be i' ll miss him." My inner self protested....

I myself was surprised.

(to be continued later.....)

"My temple of learning"

We have been comparing school with a"temple of learning"....from the very beginning of our school days.I do remember the very first day when i crossed the bluish grey gate...guarded by our sweat heart Chakraborty kaku....and entered my school...or rather" my temple-Meghmala Roy Education Centre"...yeah..although i now belong to one of the best schools of the city...and have spent almost two years in this...."strictly disciplined" and "highly renowned" institution,i do consider and proudly proclaim my alma mater to be MREC.Anyways back to track...it was the day of my prelim interview...some day in the month of november...in 1995 most probably....and...i was shown a number of miniature vegies made of clay and was asked to identify them....I hope you guys don't expect me to remember every bit of it...but yes i do remember....that i failed to identify the onion and was expecting a good round of scolding.....but even then Sr.Sandhya was in her all smiles mode..(P.S:Sr.Sandhya smiled even when the guys in our class adopted the path of intense violence..but as we all know...good fortune doesn't last for long...she was transferred to some other school in just 3 yrs....much before we the so called"good girls"opened up from our shells and started showing off rainbow colours within us)..but the most memorable stuff of that prelim thing was the packetful of mango bytes...kept on the table alongside...u wont believe guys...but the packet was really "HUGE"....i was waiting madly for the interview to end..and expected sister to to ask me to pick as many i want from that bag...but again...some utter sweet people can also hurt in certain simple circumstances....she just took out 1..yes just 1 out of the thousand billion candies and landed it on my right palm...my heart sank....but again in a moment i was amazed and confused at the same time on seeing the girl next to me cry like anything....i couldn't find any valid reason for crying in such a situation.....and finally consoled my mind by telling him(mind it guys....its a HE)..she must be craving to go to the wash room....for...u know...."the natural regular egestion of faecal matter" and stuff...but on a serious note..Puja Krishnan..or rather officially T/6903/038 me being T/6903/037 was a big deal of support for my boards..and yeah...i would like to take the opportunity to thank her now...I just met her a few months back...and must say...she has grown up to be a matured young lady.....hope she could help me in this too..and take me out of my kiddy zone!!!!

beginning of the journey.....

Hello everyone....!!!!well to begin with....i am kind of tensed and nervous...and don't really know what to begin with. Its the first time i am writing something else other than my English language essays......and to be frank enough....my English teacher was never ever impressed by my writing skills.But "ki farak pendeya ji"..as far as she isn't marking my blogs.....and i m not getting bored of this blogging thing....i would simply love to share a few incidents happening in my favorite game"zindagi"...and i can assure, it wont be that boring.So..."friends,Romans,countrymen lend me your ears"....or to be more precise..."eyes".