I sounded little philosophical, couple of comments I received on my previous blogs from close pals made me read them again. Yes, they contain philosophy, unintentionally though, still I don't want to get into philosophy again, at least not this time, I told myself.
How about writing something that is actually me, something that is common on most of our lives, something that every person had come across, something that even a machine can get nostalgias?
I'm travelling few years back, recollecting few memories, (in fact nothing has lost or faded to recollect) this time its the puppy love, few would have felt it by 5, few by 10, by 12, I was little late, I was 15 then.
I still remember that evening when I was taken to the coaching centre by mom, who was very frustrated with the things happened last evening. I shattered my neighbor’s window with the cocso tennis ball, that female not only scolded me in public but also took it to my mom and shouted as if I have made the mistake of my life. The whole night silence in the home intuited me that something is going to happen the next day. As expected, no little more than what I expected, I was put into coaching classes. I screamed, I shouted, I protested but no one listened. Poor I was in 10th; there were around 6 guys in the centre with exactly the same flash back.
(I was a mediocre student during my school days and managed to pass in exams that was the only surviving factor at home for all the mischievous things I do. That wasn’t considered anymore.)
Day 1, at the centre, I was quite popular among the 50 students as 80% of them were my sister’s school mates. It was the day I met her, fall in something similar to love, something which a 15 year old failed to understand, but was a cute little thing that took 3 more years to happen again.
She, who was having a Dairy Milk in hand, was the first person to talk to me. ‘Please take’ she told in a husky voice. Time to talk about me and my schooling, I was doing my 10th in a Jain community aided boys’ government school, and represented a class that was full of students who never really had any kind of association with a girl of the same age group.
It was the time when Bret Hit Man Hart and Sachin Tendulkar were our gods. We were all into cricket, trump cards, chewing gums and 2 Rs pocket money per day. Girls?? It was not even a subject of interest.
Is your birthday? Many happy writtens of the day... I said. Yes, ‘writtens’ that was the level of my English. Very honest!!!! huh. Thanks, she left the place.
For those who wonder how a writer could skip the narration of the beauty of his girl? Here it comes.
Whitish brown skin, not very lean, not so obese female who was wearing a bloody red salvar, neatly showered loose normal hair, little of kajal on the otherwise gorgeous eyes (I do not like kajal), a sharp designer sticker right at the centre of the 3 inches broad fore head, no lipstick yet rosy lips, of course a cute little one side dimple, couple of pimples on the other side of the chin, sharp pierced nose and a pack of dairy milk in her hand. (I was equally interested in dairy milk.)
Anybody by this time would have got to know that she was an angel of the centre and I happened to see a little solar system. 30 planets roaming around a sun called ‘Her’.
The ‘Dairy Milky Way’ I would say.
Being a person who never knew the purpose of mirror and comb was discovering it the next evening. I appeared to be very incompetent with my dark skin among the 29 other planets. Some how decided to compete, being known that ‘winning is not important’ I participated with complete spirits.
Next evening, the competition started with an exam. Exam for all the 10th students about the things taught during last one week. I was asked not to take as I was new, how can one leave the chance when he knew that he won’t get many. I said I will write.
Questions from Tamil second paper, on simple pendulum, Mussolini, Darwin’s theory, algebra weren't really tough. Exams were over and the papers got corrected in front of all. With no surprise for the readers and for my surprise I got the maximum marks.
After the applauds and nice little gestures I spent some time with newly made friends and that evening was all set for the big thing. Fortune favors the needy, I was favored. I was asked by my trainer to leave her at home as it got a little late that day.
The conversation, it was a 15 minutes walk from the centre to her place, she started it, what rank you usually come in your class before I answered she asked don’t you talk much, before I answered this she said why are you silent, this time I let her talk decided not to answer anything. She said few things about her and I kept listening sorry admiring. I said Good night right at the 15th minute. My place was 10 minutes from her place, I didn’t walk. I flew.
Much awaited next evening took longer than usual days, I was ready to go well before time and my mind was very tired of all the imaginations on how she will be today. She was little late to enter and her place was occupied by someone. She was next to me; she sat very next to me.
This time, I didn’t wait for her to talk, I started it. I told few jokes which everyone from my school was good at, made her laugh as much as I could. Days passed by, that became her permanent place, she laughed and with time it turned into smile, offered more dairy milks she silently got closer and closer, she did not realize, I was enjoying every bit of it, life was nothing but heaven.
Any girl, intentionally or desired I don't know why, but any girl whom you come across would definitely impose some positives on you. Definitely!!!! Let's leave the negative things aside at least here. She was not an exception. The changes which my parents thought I would never have, changes that only I could realize and that would appear sheer stupidity when I try to explain.
I might have changed even if she wasn't there, but I met her, she changed me, the rest all is philosophy again.
Two months, we got our Quarterly exam results, she who was very studious till then flunked in two subjects (I wasn't the reason I believe) and that created a very big turn around. Her parents stopped her from this centre and put her into the school coaching. I could not take it, I was hurt, I knew that crying was unmanly even by then so I didn't, the truth that she wont be present at the place hurt me like hell.
With the little courage I had those days I searched for her in few places, roamed around her street corners, luck was as bad as my half yearly exam results. Got back to my shell with the same fox story.
I missed her, I miss her.
Then I saw another girl walking over my college class room in yellow salvar. Life started all over again. !!!
See you folks, have a great day...
How about writing something that is actually me, something that is common on most of our lives, something that every person had come across, something that even a machine can get nostalgias?
I'm travelling few years back, recollecting few memories, (in fact nothing has lost or faded to recollect) this time its the puppy love, few would have felt it by 5, few by 10, by 12, I was little late, I was 15 then.
I still remember that evening when I was taken to the coaching centre by mom, who was very frustrated with the things happened last evening. I shattered my neighbor’s window with the cocso tennis ball, that female not only scolded me in public but also took it to my mom and shouted as if I have made the mistake of my life. The whole night silence in the home intuited me that something is going to happen the next day. As expected, no little more than what I expected, I was put into coaching classes. I screamed, I shouted, I protested but no one listened. Poor I was in 10th; there were around 6 guys in the centre with exactly the same flash back.
(I was a mediocre student during my school days and managed to pass in exams that was the only surviving factor at home for all the mischievous things I do. That wasn’t considered anymore.)
Day 1, at the centre, I was quite popular among the 50 students as 80% of them were my sister’s school mates. It was the day I met her, fall in something similar to love, something which a 15 year old failed to understand, but was a cute little thing that took 3 more years to happen again.
She, who was having a Dairy Milk in hand, was the first person to talk to me. ‘Please take’ she told in a husky voice. Time to talk about me and my schooling, I was doing my 10th in a Jain community aided boys’ government school, and represented a class that was full of students who never really had any kind of association with a girl of the same age group.
It was the time when Bret Hit Man Hart and Sachin Tendulkar were our gods. We were all into cricket, trump cards, chewing gums and 2 Rs pocket money per day. Girls?? It was not even a subject of interest.
Is your birthday? Many happy writtens of the day... I said. Yes, ‘writtens’ that was the level of my English. Very honest!!!! huh. Thanks, she left the place.
For those who wonder how a writer could skip the narration of the beauty of his girl? Here it comes.
Whitish brown skin, not very lean, not so obese female who was wearing a bloody red salvar, neatly showered loose normal hair, little of kajal on the otherwise gorgeous eyes (I do not like kajal), a sharp designer sticker right at the centre of the 3 inches broad fore head, no lipstick yet rosy lips, of course a cute little one side dimple, couple of pimples on the other side of the chin, sharp pierced nose and a pack of dairy milk in her hand. (I was equally interested in dairy milk.)
Anybody by this time would have got to know that she was an angel of the centre and I happened to see a little solar system. 30 planets roaming around a sun called ‘Her’.
The ‘Dairy Milky Way’ I would say.
Being a person who never knew the purpose of mirror and comb was discovering it the next evening. I appeared to be very incompetent with my dark skin among the 29 other planets. Some how decided to compete, being known that ‘winning is not important’ I participated with complete spirits.
Next evening, the competition started with an exam. Exam for all the 10th students about the things taught during last one week. I was asked not to take as I was new, how can one leave the chance when he knew that he won’t get many. I said I will write.
Questions from Tamil second paper, on simple pendulum, Mussolini, Darwin’s theory, algebra weren't really tough. Exams were over and the papers got corrected in front of all. With no surprise for the readers and for my surprise I got the maximum marks.
After the applauds and nice little gestures I spent some time with newly made friends and that evening was all set for the big thing. Fortune favors the needy, I was favored. I was asked by my trainer to leave her at home as it got a little late that day.
The conversation, it was a 15 minutes walk from the centre to her place, she started it, what rank you usually come in your class before I answered she asked don’t you talk much, before I answered this she said why are you silent, this time I let her talk decided not to answer anything. She said few things about her and I kept listening sorry admiring. I said Good night right at the 15th minute. My place was 10 minutes from her place, I didn’t walk. I flew.
Much awaited next evening took longer than usual days, I was ready to go well before time and my mind was very tired of all the imaginations on how she will be today. She was little late to enter and her place was occupied by someone. She was next to me; she sat very next to me.
This time, I didn’t wait for her to talk, I started it. I told few jokes which everyone from my school was good at, made her laugh as much as I could. Days passed by, that became her permanent place, she laughed and with time it turned into smile, offered more dairy milks she silently got closer and closer, she did not realize, I was enjoying every bit of it, life was nothing but heaven.
Any girl, intentionally or desired I don't know why, but any girl whom you come across would definitely impose some positives on you. Definitely!!!! Let's leave the negative things aside at least here. She was not an exception. The changes which my parents thought I would never have, changes that only I could realize and that would appear sheer stupidity when I try to explain.
I might have changed even if she wasn't there, but I met her, she changed me, the rest all is philosophy again.
Two months, we got our Quarterly exam results, she who was very studious till then flunked in two subjects (I wasn't the reason I believe) and that created a very big turn around. Her parents stopped her from this centre and put her into the school coaching. I could not take it, I was hurt, I knew that crying was unmanly even by then so I didn't, the truth that she wont be present at the place hurt me like hell.
With the little courage I had those days I searched for her in few places, roamed around her street corners, luck was as bad as my half yearly exam results. Got back to my shell with the same fox story.
I missed her, I miss her.
Then I saw another girl walking over my college class room in yellow salvar. Life started all over again. !!!
See you folks, have a great day...
