Upon the window sills her wet hand lay rested.The heavy rains weighing every inch of it.
......and then suddenly i heard the distant screams of ...my mother's voice it sounded like!The vague picture soon disappeared and i was singled out in the room.Sitting in the middle seat i stared blankly and my mother carelessly lifted one of her eyebrows.I had dosed off!
A peculiarly persistent conversation was always a catalyst.Suddenly i cried "OUCH...." turning back immediately i saw my friend Shreya!.......all around was my class and note worthy i was in college.That careless raised eyebrow was no longer my mother instead our mam of which subject was yet to be discovered.I stood up.......completely amazed as to how often i was able to treat trouble to delight.Under my breadth i prayed for her better half to call up and shut it all down or perhaps some meeting.......and it did.The phone rang but then she came in even more furious........luckily i was miles away then and she must have found the class empty.
Oh!well something of interest......i had banged into the last person i'd like to.Tormented were my thoughts already.Some coins jingled onto the floor.....i was purely in some blissful mood so i picked them up and a 2 word exchange.
"thankyou"
"my pleasure" ..... my jackie change smile and i was off.
Shreya and i were in the library once again pestering him for how he turned us down for books that we never intended to read.He'll remember us for a decade......not to mention the other 4 who too were part of this awesome pestering gang.On the verge of desperacy where in a complete schedule of freedom was given to us atleast much more than the starting year......we ventured into a new plan.Games this time it was.
Soumanti said, "look i'm not good in this field.....u'll have to comply"
anya said,"well be off with it who's a gold winner.....just for fun"
Soma(nw's the devil of play) said,"me too! let's sit in class"
Shreya and i huffed and puffed "u old ladies.......when wl u use ur glucose?" ,furious at our inability to persuade.
Alas persuading the neutrals we were there in front of the game room......awkwardly no girls were seen.Very odd but now the reason for entrance was far larger.....if it had to be for girls.
"common girls no shying away"////literally pushing in the unwilling ones and then following them.Our classmates eased it......we started with carom and let's say we played the gold winner standard ;) .
Then we went on to play tennis.We were weirdly miserable.......soumanti i think handed me over the bat to play.I missed almost every shot.......Siddharth guided me how to hold it(.....and this reminds me hw i had to be said just hw to hold a cricket bat though i know it now)......but i wasn't the worst player :) that was a +point all along my childhood.The day ended......no classes and before the last one we decided to leave.
Well my friends might point out i'm evading a point so for satisfaction i must agree i had once again made a nice mistake.....oh well i had called my batchmate as 'dada' :D ......well my calculations were simple .As i kept confusing so i decided to call out 'dada' mostly till 2nd yr and then no dada didi from 3rd yr onwards........probability was mostly my hits wouldn't be missed.Never mind shreya corrected me and we've worked on the magazine too.Infact i had in my 3rd yr addressed my immediate senior as junior......i cannot recall her name at the moment.
Before we left we visited our 1st yr building for some menial job......and there as we entered the class we were nt attending that very teacher was right in front.Shreya and i stopped then and there.....Soumanti turned back and ran so fast that day itself i feel she lost 2kgs!Shreya and i looked at each other and then giggled........an odd reaction bt a very common one.Luckily sir smiled and said,"What's that one's name?ask her not to run i haven't seen her!" ........we laughed harder!Now we turned and ran for our life never know when human minds turn!
This was a sober day of little mention but it indeed is part of my diary ........as far as the real point of the story is concerned i will fulfill the wishes in the next post much more than willed.
......and then suddenly i heard the distant screams of ...my mother's voice it sounded like!The vague picture soon disappeared and i was singled out in the room.Sitting in the middle seat i stared blankly and my mother carelessly lifted one of her eyebrows.I had dosed off!
A peculiarly persistent conversation was always a catalyst.Suddenly i cried "OUCH...." turning back immediately i saw my friend Shreya!.......all around was my class and note worthy i was in college.That careless raised eyebrow was no longer my mother instead our mam of which subject was yet to be discovered.I stood up.......completely amazed as to how often i was able to treat trouble to delight.Under my breadth i prayed for her better half to call up and shut it all down or perhaps some meeting.......and it did.The phone rang but then she came in even more furious........luckily i was miles away then and she must have found the class empty.
Oh!well something of interest......i had banged into the last person i'd like to.Tormented were my thoughts already.Some coins jingled onto the floor.....i was purely in some blissful mood so i picked them up and a 2 word exchange.
"thankyou"
"my pleasure" ..... my jackie change smile and i was off.
Shreya and i were in the library once again pestering him for how he turned us down for books that we never intended to read.He'll remember us for a decade......not to mention the other 4 who too were part of this awesome pestering gang.On the verge of desperacy where in a complete schedule of freedom was given to us atleast much more than the starting year......we ventured into a new plan.Games this time it was.
Soumanti said, "look i'm not good in this field.....u'll have to comply"
anya said,"well be off with it who's a gold winner.....just for fun"
Soma(nw's the devil of play) said,"me too! let's sit in class"
Shreya and i huffed and puffed "u old ladies.......when wl u use ur glucose?" ,furious at our inability to persuade.
Alas persuading the neutrals we were there in front of the game room......awkwardly no girls were seen.Very odd but now the reason for entrance was far larger.....if it had to be for girls.
"common girls no shying away"////literally pushing in the unwilling ones and then following them.Our classmates eased it......we started with carom and let's say we played the gold winner standard ;) .
Then we went on to play tennis.We were weirdly miserable.......soumanti i think handed me over the bat to play.I missed almost every shot.......Siddharth guided me how to hold it(.....and this reminds me hw i had to be said just hw to hold a cricket bat though i know it now)......but i wasn't the worst player :) that was a +point all along my childhood.The day ended......no classes and before the last one we decided to leave.
Well my friends might point out i'm evading a point so for satisfaction i must agree i had once again made a nice mistake.....oh well i had called my batchmate as 'dada' :D ......well my calculations were simple .As i kept confusing so i decided to call out 'dada' mostly till 2nd yr and then no dada didi from 3rd yr onwards........probability was mostly my hits wouldn't be missed.Never mind shreya corrected me and we've worked on the magazine too.Infact i had in my 3rd yr addressed my immediate senior as junior......i cannot recall her name at the moment.
Before we left we visited our 1st yr building for some menial job......and there as we entered the class we were nt attending that very teacher was right in front.Shreya and i stopped then and there.....Soumanti turned back and ran so fast that day itself i feel she lost 2kgs!Shreya and i looked at each other and then giggled........an odd reaction bt a very common one.Luckily sir smiled and said,"What's that one's name?ask her not to run i haven't seen her!" ........we laughed harder!Now we turned and ran for our life never know when human minds turn!
This was a sober day of little mention but it indeed is part of my diary ........as far as the real point of the story is concerned i will fulfill the wishes in the next post much more than willed.
