Visit to memories

Visit to memories

Time: 10:45 am, Day : 18-06-2014, Temperature : 45 º C , Traffic : Slow , Mood : Off , Clothes : Denims , White shirt... You would be wandering why the hell I am giving the weather and probably my mood report to you ...

So sorry for that but that was really to fetch some audience to my blog. ... A good start is half done ... logo ke andar aage kya hua jaanne ka kida hota hai na... People don't read what they sounds uninteresting ... so to make my unhappy blog a little mesmerizing I had to intentionally add those crap ... whatever .... I need people to hear me ... It sounds rude .... But yes I am rude .... does it make any difference to you ... No ... isn' tit ... sorry isn't it ???

Family audience sorry for that ...but just a little here and there and few things could be disastrous like the above .... that too to get the attention ... kind attention of you nasty people ....

Oh gosh !!! so to start with I must tell you ... fasten your seatbelts and hold down your breath .... 'coz I am going to take you to the roller coaster of memories ... yes !!!! your school time memories ...

This summer I was at my home ... vacation time ... from the fucking semesters ... I was watching “Brain Games” on Nat Geo ....my favourite show ... suddenly my mom shouted...

“ Din bhar soye rehta hai ... kuch kaam karle ... maine to bol-bol ke marr jana hai ...”

“Vacations mein masti ni to kya mata ka jagrata karun ???” I replied.

“Jagrata bhi nahi hona hai tujhse to ... chal ja kar ... fees bhar ke aa” mom shouted again

“Kiski ?? College ki to bhar di maine.. ”

“Nahi beta ji ... College ki nahi Agra ke pagalkhane mein ek bed book karwaya hai tere liye ... uski fees ...”

“Mere baaju wala bed bhi khali hai ... aana hai to I have no problem ... you can shift with me ...” I laughed.

“Oye chup kar .. ullu de patthe ... choti ki school fees bharni hai ....”

“Car ki chaabi ..”

“Cycle agar puncture na hoti to tujhe to usse hi bhagana tha ...”

“Weight put-on maine thodi kiya hai ... uski jarurat aapko hai ..”

“Chup kar nalayak .... scooty le jaa chup-chaap ... aaya bada car ki chaabi do ..” Maa ne muh chidate hue kaha...

“Hadd hoti hai yaar ... bas 5-6 km hi to hai ...jyada dur thodi hai...car ki chaabi do varna  main nahi jaa raha ...”

“Chale jaa .... aalo ke paranthe khane hai to ...”

Mom know my weakpoints very well... Emotional Atyachaar... huh...but this time I was as determined as Siddhu ki Siddhuism shayari....

Oye guru ...

Khana hoga to gunth lenge hum aata ...

Nahi khana aapka Aaloo ka paranta ....

Thoko ...Thoko ... Thoko taali .....

“Nahi khane ... Car nahi to sab bekaar” I replied.

“Chal thik hai par papaji ko mat batana ... kal hi 500 ka chalan kata hai .... tab se koi bhi car ki baat karta hai to bhadak jate hai .... aur agar pata chala ki car tu le gaya hai to mujhe to maar hi daalna hai unhone ...” Mom showed her fear.

“Koi ni maa .... bas yun gaya ... yun aaya .. kuch pata ni chalega ... Sachhi ..”

“Chal phir koi naa ... ye le paise ... receipt le ke aana .... aur Vivek sir ko bolna 12 number route ki bus 10 minute late aati hai ... choti ki assembly chhut jati hai roz .... Uske house ka turn chal raha hai ... aaj usko thought of the day bolna tha ... pata ni bus time pe pahunchi bhi hogi ke nai ...”

“Are...haan ... bas karo aaj ke liye ... bol dunga ...”

I took my car from garage ... and was on my way to school ....

While driving .... “the things” ... whatever they may be .... starts wobbling in my little head ... I noticed that in that past three-four years ... I probably for the first time heard the words like .... “Holiday Home work ... House ... Thought of the day ... and all those that I could associate to school ...”

This was fourth year ... since I did my high school ... This feeling was taking me somewhere else .... back to my school time ... We used to enjoy our holidays, doing the holiday homework as soon as possible to get rid of it ...

The houses in my school were categorised on the basis of the name of flowers ... Lotus (Green)... Rose (Red) ... Sunflower (Yellow) ... and Tulip (Blue)... I was first appointed as prefect for Rose house .... then promoted to house captain for Tulip house .... From first grade till my high school I got the opportunity to work with only two houses.. Rose ...(7 years ) and Tulip ... (3 years )...

During my tenure as prefect or house captain ... I was like... to get an award for my house is the only target ... only goal of my life ... I used to get a feeling of strong political leader...

Many of you don't know but I have a keen interest in politics and would definitely join .. if I will get the opportunity ...

During my this tenure .... for the first time I fell in love with a girl who was I guess a prefect or house captain of Lotus House ... Damn sexy at that time ... Not now !!!!!! .... Exchange of house-registers gradually changed into exchange of our hearts ... I will discuss my love story next time ....

Walking through the corridors of the schools ... hanging around here and there .... Lunch time was the special time where we had gossips from students to classes to schools to state to country to world ... almost every topic of discussion was discussed ... I had some apparent friends ... and some good ones who are still in touch with me ... but very very few.... I can count them on my hands ...

I never had friends ... true friends ... I never have been so fortunate to get a good friend circle ... or to have someone whom I can trust ... Things have been changing now ... now I have more than 10 reliable friends and I am sure one of them must be reading this ... she is the one whom I trust most in this world... she is the one who took me out of my darkness into a world where there is no place for sorrow ... it was her world ... In other words she is my lifeline ..

Back to school time...

I could remember exactly I was in eight grade and it was holi ... management already announced not to play holi inside the premises ...but somehow we arranged for the colors and played ... enjoyed ... whole heartedly ... when our sports incharge came we were shocked ... Mr. Nikumbh was our P.E. Incharge ... he called all of us to the ground ... made us stand in a line ... then our principle Mrs. Padmaja Agrawal entered the plot ...in the same way Raghu enters in roadies .... And as I guessed I was targeted as the mastermind ... I was screwed ...

By the time someone pinned my balloon of memories ... I reached the school...

I parked the car ... and as I was going inside the premises ... security guard asked me to do entries in the register... While I was filling the entries in the register ... I got a glimpse of the tiny tots playing football in the field...

It was so soothing ... I can’t express that feeling in words ... After the hectic schedule of ours daily life  ... we usually don’t realize the happiness in small things ... I would advise you to go the park nearby you ... and spend some quality time with your family members... Play games like Lodo .. try to play board games with your family ... you will feel more happy and contended ...

The expressions on the face of the children were at par ... and the excitement to win ... fear to loose ... happiness to defend a goal ... aggression to do a goal ... I could see probably all the emotions there at one spot ... I can’t express them with the smiley’s  or the emoticons provided  today  on social sites ...

Almost after three years I again entered the premises of a school ... When I entered the school ... I was astonished to see the infrastructure  ... high-tech environment...  and the kind of discipline ... all the things that I saw there ... I murmured ... “Abe ... apne time mein aise school kyun nahi the ... apan ne bhi padha hota smart- classes mein ... apan bhi in bachho ki tarah smart hote ...apna bhi fb account paida hote hi ban jata ...”

After doing the formalities of paying the fees and complaining to Vivek sir ...meri maa ki farmaishi complaint jo main galti se bhi nahi bhul sakta kyunki mujhe pata tha ki wo ek baar call karke cross-check to karengi hi ... I just hanged around here and there in the school ... my eyes got stuck on the money plant ... It was so green ...It was nature ... giving comfort to the eyes ... lagta hai jyada hi paise baras rahe hai school walo ke pass....

I have heard that “Chori karke money plant lagao to jyada jaldi grow karta hai ... aur jyada cherish hota hai ...”

I saw both the sides ... no one was there watching me  ... I plucked a small money-plant  ... and got a feeling of conquering the world ... and I returned home.

The day .. today was full of joy and memories that I am still cherishing while writing this blog... Thanx mamma for forcing me to step out of my home-sweet-home.