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Thursday, December 20, 2012
Story Teller part – 9
10 months ago from now (March 2012):
Sunday afternoon, my phone rang and it was my friend Shanul* - “Dude your search ends today, She is on Facebook and added me as friend”
Without even clarifying the name, I carried over the conversation.
“Where is she? Got married? Where was she till date, Do she still remembers me ???”
I was literally dying to know each and every minute detail about her. It’s been 12 years I have not heard anything about her, neither from her nor from her friends. Though I tried my best to reach each and every friend of her, she was nowhere. Totally lost and disconnected from the world. Her image in my mind was getting blurry....!
I knew, she was hiding herself from me and others because of her Extra Possessive Boy Friend.
Anyways, I was more interested in knowing if she discussed anything about me ;)
“she asked anything about me? (fingers crossed)?
Shanul- “O Yes she did. We had a long chat about you, she is still single”
It was a big relief knowing she still remembers me and is Single ;)
How can I see her profile on FB, it must be locked?”
Shanul – “Look dear, I m your friend?”
"Ha to?"
Shanul – “I will share my FB user name and password and you can see her pics, happy?
“He He (dost ho to aisa), but do it right now, I can’t wait for a second more to see her”
Shanul-“will send an sms with details in a minute”
“Good, I am waiting”
To be continued…….
*Shanul- Will introduce him later....!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Story Teller part 8
We were still left with 10 minutes for the bell to ring.
What to do? What to do? And there entered the Real beauty (HER*) in my class. She was choo chweet and beautiful.
I cannot describe about a girl more than this who is just in Third standard. At that time I was too young to think beyond this (you might be thinking like this, but it’s not so Ji am just trying to keep the childhood spirit awaken)
She was so lovely that I forgot about the girl sitting next to me.
She is the one; I was waiting for, yes final final pakka final. I want her.
She had no idea that two stupid guys in the class are following her moves, while she was looking for her Roll number on desks.
Wait a minute “TWO”, who is the second one?
Yes unfortunately the second one was Abhishek, now this is the perfect time to think about a typical India movie like Ek phool do Gardners J
And I don’t think, Abhishek was doing wrong, as he has already given me his consent to help me for the Girl sitting next to me and he had full right to think for his own future.
FUTURE???? Yes future, coz everytime we see a girl, and who so ever spot her the first used to say, ‘wo dekh teri hone wali Bhabhi’. As every next girl (good looking-mind it) was either mine or his prospective Bhabhi.
Finally she found her seat.
It was theFirst column and…..
To be continued……..
Friday, January 28, 2011
Story Teller Part 7
But he cared damn, he was busy searching his desk and guess what, he got the second desk in first column.
Both of us were in the same dire situation.
We took our seats and I started thinking of my last exam (Quarterly) when I sat next to a senior of mine.
God, she was damn gorgeous, Tanushree. (Joyians, can you make out her real name?)
I am not very sure, but she must be in class 7th at that time as she was 2 years senior to me.
What? If you can have a crush on your teacher, can’t I have a crush on my senior? Stop perceiving my character and go ahead with the reading.
So…I guess Tanushree was the only pretty lady I have ever seen in my school before I saw HER.
Suddenly entered a very pretty girl in my class and sat next to me.
She was 2 years junior to me, she was in class 3rd.
Hold on guys, this is not the Bollywood movie where the heroine and hero meet all of a sudden and fall in love.
Again I was happy to see a beauty sitting next to me. She was very sweet.
Which subject? I asked just to start with the conversation.
‘English’ she said, and started arranging her examination gadgets i.e. pencil, scale, sharper etc.
Just to clarify the seating arrangements again, she was sitting right to me and Abhishek was on my left side in the first column, second row.
I turned toward Abhishek and gave him an impish smile.
He was a true friend of mine; he understood my steer and returned the same smile to me.
As if he is saying, carry on dear, I am with you. I can read those 7 golden words in his eyes which depicts the true friendship in Jabalpur i.e. ‘tere liye koi baat hai re pagla’.
To be continued…
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Next post would be available on wednesday i.e. on 1st of feb 2011, till then good bye... :)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Story Teller part 6
Finally the 'D' day came when I met her....yes the Half Yearly Exam.
In our school, in order to avoid cheating etc. etc. students were shuffled to sit with the students of other class.
As I was a very bad/sad student, I always look for the luck factor instead of studies, like, I used to believe that ‘7’ is my lucky number and whenever a class is allotted to me, I try to make a 7 out of that number. E.g. class no 18 means 8 minus 1 = 7, or class no 14 means, number is divisible by 7. And whenever I get that (always somehow I manage to) I become confident that this time I’ll not fail at least 2 subjects (including Hindi).
Don’t mind but I am still a big follower of lucky number 7 J and there is no harm in it. It actually increases my confidence level.
So, after class allotment, I always look for more, the most important thing, i.e. the last desk of the class, because doing nothing at last desk is always better and cozy than doing the same at first desk.
But this time, my luck didn’t work and I got the First desk and that too the middle column. (There were three columns in our school in a class).
The examination day:
10:30 am Monday
Subject: Geography
‘Oh no, Abhishek, I got the first desk’
To be continued…….
In our school, in order to avoid cheating etc. etc. students were shuffled to sit with the students of other class.
As I was a very bad/sad student, I always look for the luck factor instead of studies, like, I used to believe that ‘7’ is my lucky number and whenever a class is allotted to me, I try to make a 7 out of that number. E.g. class no 18 means 8 minus 1 = 7, or class no 14 means, number is divisible by 7. And whenever I get that (always somehow I manage to) I become confident that this time I’ll not fail at least 2 subjects (including Hindi).
Don’t mind but I am still a big follower of lucky number 7 J and there is no harm in it. It actually increases my confidence level.
So, after class allotment, I always look for more, the most important thing, i.e. the last desk of the class, because doing nothing at last desk is always better and cozy than doing the same at first desk.
But this time, my luck didn’t work and I got the First desk and that too the middle column. (There were three columns in our school in a class).
The examination day:
10:30 am Monday
Subject: Geography
‘Oh no, Abhishek, I got the first desk’
To be continued…….
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Story Teller Part 5
In our school the washrooms were centrally located. I went inside and confirmed if there is nobody in there.
‘No one’
I closed the door and took the pencil out from my pocket.
I checked the wall. There were lot many love and hatred quotes already written.
I don’t know why boys express their love feelings in the washroom when a girl can never come there to read.
Anyways, let me do my work.
“I hate Vishakha Khetrapal and #$%^%$#$%%%$$” I wrote on the wall.
I was a little scared but also relaxed after this.
I rushed towards my class.
The day is quiet good’, I said.
‘No dude, the principal is on hunt’. (hunt=round), Jaspreet said.
‘Has he visited our class?’ I asked.
‘No, but we’ll see him any time’.
‘Look here he comes’
“Goood mooooorning siiir”, the class greeted him.
‘Good Morning, sit down’ He said.
‘No one’
I closed the door and took the pencil out from my pocket.
I checked the wall. There were lot many love and hatred quotes already written.
I don’t know why boys express their love feelings in the washroom when a girl can never come there to read.
Anyways, let me do my work.
“I hate Vishakha Khetrapal and #$%^%$#$%%%$$” I wrote on the wall.
I was a little scared but also relaxed after this.
I rushed towards my class.
The day is quiet good’, I said.
‘No dude, the principal is on hunt’. (hunt=round), Jaspreet said.
‘Has he visited our class?’ I asked.
‘No, but we’ll see him any time’.
‘Look here he comes’
“Goood mooooorning siiir”, the class greeted him.
‘Good Morning, sit down’ He said.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Story Teller part 4
The class was under her control.
After some time a teacher from other class came to ours and said, ‘your Hindi maa’m is absent today, you can complete your notes or revise any subject you want’.
Who is the monitor of this class?
‘Khushboo’
A few students said in a chorus.
Khushboo came in front of class with a feeling of proud on her face.
‘Yes maa’m, I am the monitor’
Ok Khushboo, see there is no noise in the class and if somebody does, write their name on the black-board, I’ll come and take them to the Principal’.
As the teacher left the class, the Monitor started rubbing the Black board so as to write names of the guys to be encountered today.
‘Wait, let me note down the test portion’ Jaspreet said.
And I realized even I have to note this; I took my Diary and noted the test portion.
My diary was full of remarks:
“Science notes not complete”, “English notes not complete” and so on.
The look of my diary was quite similar to my report card. On the report card there were red MARKS and on Diary red REMARKS.
‘Done’, I said after keeping the dairy back.
‘What to do now’, Abhishek asked me who sits in the front row of mine.
Suddenly we heard a sound of slap and we all turned towards that, I saw Amit, He had his hand on his face and tears in his eyes.
‘I guess Malisa slapped him’ Jaspreet said.
‘What happened’ I was curious.
‘He is not returning my Biology notes’ Malisa said.
‘Come, I’ll take you to the principal today’.
I guess she was not satisfied with what she did now; looking at her face it looked like she wanted to hang him in front of the school till his last breath.
‘I’ll return it tomorrow’ Amit said with a sorry feeling.
‘No,I am not going to listen to you, you are saying this since last four days and now I have to prepare for the test, I am not going to leave you today’ Mailsa was a liitle harsh this time.
‘Calm down Malisa, we’ll talk to our Class teacher about him’
‘Malisa I think you should say sorry to him’ Khushboo asked.
‘Sorry, my foot’ and Malisa went back to her desk.
Malisa was a girl with good grades with a little arrogance. We hardly talked ever, she had a small group of friends, comprising of Rishika, Neet and Richa.
The group was famous for their intelligence. It was a gang of girls with good combination of mind and beauty.
We enjoyed the fight.
‘This Bio subject is a big trouble for every one of us’ I murmured and I started thinking of Biology teacher again.
I took my compass box out from my bag, took the pencil and kept it in my pocket.
Straight away I went to the monitor-
‘I want to use the washroom’
‘You cannot, teacher in not in the class, you have to wait till the other teacher comes’
As I had an idea of taking revenge from that stupid teacher, I wanted to complete the mission instantly.
‘May I take permission from the teacher of next class; I need to use the washroom, its really urgent’
Ok she said.
With a smile on my face and a pencil in my pocket I managed to take permission from the teacher and straight away went to the washroom.
To be continued…….
After some time a teacher from other class came to ours and said, ‘your Hindi maa’m is absent today, you can complete your notes or revise any subject you want’.
Who is the monitor of this class?
‘Khushboo’
A few students said in a chorus.
Khushboo came in front of class with a feeling of proud on her face.
‘Yes maa’m, I am the monitor’
Ok Khushboo, see there is no noise in the class and if somebody does, write their name on the black-board, I’ll come and take them to the Principal’.
As the teacher left the class, the Monitor started rubbing the Black board so as to write names of the guys to be encountered today.
‘Wait, let me note down the test portion’ Jaspreet said.
And I realized even I have to note this; I took my Diary and noted the test portion.
My diary was full of remarks:
“Science notes not complete”, “English notes not complete” and so on.
The look of my diary was quite similar to my report card. On the report card there were red MARKS and on Diary red REMARKS.
‘Done’, I said after keeping the dairy back.
‘What to do now’, Abhishek asked me who sits in the front row of mine.
Suddenly we heard a sound of slap and we all turned towards that, I saw Amit, He had his hand on his face and tears in his eyes.
‘I guess Malisa slapped him’ Jaspreet said.
‘What happened’ I was curious.
‘He is not returning my Biology notes’ Malisa said.
‘Come, I’ll take you to the principal today’.
I guess she was not satisfied with what she did now; looking at her face it looked like she wanted to hang him in front of the school till his last breath.
‘I’ll return it tomorrow’ Amit said with a sorry feeling.
‘No,I am not going to listen to you, you are saying this since last four days and now I have to prepare for the test, I am not going to leave you today’ Mailsa was a liitle harsh this time.
‘Calm down Malisa, we’ll talk to our Class teacher about him’
‘Malisa I think you should say sorry to him’ Khushboo asked.
‘Sorry, my foot’ and Malisa went back to her desk.
Malisa was a girl with good grades with a little arrogance. We hardly talked ever, she had a small group of friends, comprising of Rishika, Neet and Richa.
The group was famous for their intelligence. It was a gang of girls with good combination of mind and beauty.
We enjoyed the fight.
‘This Bio subject is a big trouble for every one of us’ I murmured and I started thinking of Biology teacher again.
I took my compass box out from my bag, took the pencil and kept it in my pocket.
Straight away I went to the monitor-
‘I want to use the washroom’
‘You cannot, teacher in not in the class, you have to wait till the other teacher comes’
As I had an idea of taking revenge from that stupid teacher, I wanted to complete the mission instantly.
‘May I take permission from the teacher of next class; I need to use the washroom, its really urgent’
Ok she said.
With a smile on my face and a pencil in my pocket I managed to take permission from the teacher and straight away went to the washroom.
To be continued…….
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