Let’s Name Her…

Time went by and I have been asked several times some of these:

“Is she someone real?”

“Is this a true story?”

“Is she someone real?”

“What’s her name?”

Guys! I’m not writing fantasies here. So everything here is gonna b true (if not with me, then with someone else), not necessarily mine, not necessarily practical (not impractical either), unbiased,unsaid and undettered…

Ha..ha..if you caught me, then my bad luck! Ya, I actually didn’t answer any of your questions, but then you got the basic idea na…

But WHAT ABOUT HER NAME!!!

I do need a name too for writing about her. So let’s ask if I could use her name here.

And,

She said yes…

So folks, her name’s got to be ‘PRANJU’.

And now since I told you, I must be using the same for any future references, so kindly remember, k?

P.S: If I were to keep her name, I would say “Holy Cow”. She was so innocent and feebly straight that just one specie living on the earth can be compared with. (A cow, hehe :P)

"Why does she turn back all the time?"

As days passed and we leapt from our primary to secondary classes, things had changed quite a few. She had turned more hostile towards my rank, attracted friends who turned alien to me then, took away half of my ‘praise’ quota out of teacher’s mouths, made me think twice and thrice of everything I did or would be about to (Na..na..Just so that she couldn’t make fun of it!), decreased the whole class students’ rank by 1(except of course!), etc…etc…

And yeah, one more strange habit, she developed. The habit of turning back and seeing the last benches! No matter which period/which class/which teacher, she would somehow excuse herself and look back. It took me time to accept completely (though I knew it from the beginning :P) before everyone “Yes…she sees me, But only for teasing, nothing else. Fine!” We were quite kids for any afterthoughts then… :P. As time grew, even the teachers started asking, “Why does she turn back all the time? Something only she had no answer. Rest all would giggle under their desks.

Sometimes I blushed, other times I dared enough to reach her neckline but couldn’t make an eye-contact. Made me uneasy…sulky, helpless sometimes but gradually I learnt my way…Everything advanced and changed with time, our classes, friends, teachers and the whole ambience. But her turning back and seeing ‘someone’ never left her…

P.S:I still doubt whether she gave me that ‘Seducing Look’ once! Couldn’t clarify. Maybe you guys can ask…

She was so… ‘Incorruptible’

She was a regular competitor, unlike the ones whom you can think about only at work and forget while you sleep. But the more astounding fact that I gradually figured out about her was that she was Totally Incorruptible. Perhaps the only thing which I lacked and she seemed to possess then.

No matter how long you pray that she should be absent on some important lectures’ day, she would be waiting for you on the first bench,

No matter how dearly you want her to score a little less, you would always share the trophy with her. Finally,

No matter how many faces you come across in the morning, she would be the first one your mind registers!

I’m being serious when I say, “If you have a ‘Lady Aamir Khan’ award, give it to her”. She was the most perfect I had seen in my life by then.

Hell No! That wasn’t love (too big a word then), neither infatuation, don’t call it friendship either for we seldom talked. Neither of us did…who cared then, nobody did. Neither me, not her…

P.S: My friends still blast me of not having talked to her in those days. Some of them were interested themselves. Came to know afterwards. N I’m happy…hehe :P

Jab We Met...

Ours is a simple story, but quite different as we are living it…Its just the same that your maggie tastes different when two different people make it…Sorry, couldn’t keep telling it, i’m eating it just now.

We met at school,  maybe she couldn’t adapt to the new surroundings, she had moved to at first, her restless eyes told that every element was unknown to her. People told that she was from some school in Gujarat, some even said Maharashtra, for who knows the difference between these boundaries in 5th class…may be i should describe her as she sat on the last bench…

She wore a white skirt, which had turned pale yellow by then, seemed she had used the same piece of clothing since nursery. :P Her face, too small, hair nicely tied up and bag that seemed too heavy clearly indicated that she was nothing but a book-worm. Besides, small girls are often more intellectual, the way they tackle situations being timid at first and giving sudden blasts of sturdiness in the meantime gives them an eminent position.

We were rather amused when she was asked her introduction and she claimed to be her previous school’s Topper. It was the season of transfers in our city and everyone who was new at school proclaimed himself/herself to be the topper. As such the word topper had new added meanings for us, she had only been mistaken for being a part of it.

‘Would anyone help her complete the notes?’ Our science teacher asked. Boys showed no interest. Vijiya said she would. Who the hell would care, better if she didn’t get any, we thought. Isn’t that the way simple people think, who thinks of helping the needy in 5th standard and who dares to be in contact with a ‘Topper’…!

P.S: She would literally kill me if she knows...!

I'm BACK in a jiffy...

Sorry sorry sorry…OK SORRY…

I know I couldn’t write but then how could I…! I don’t have a notebook right now; my friend’s net connection is down and my exams were scorching my head in the worst possible manner. Meanwhile I wasn’t well and had been squatting over health centre floors from the past two weeks, so kindly excuse me.

But what has happened has happened, and wouldn’t be repeated. (In case it does, kindly read this post again :P)

So, I’m back this time full-fledged on Face book, Twitter, Orkut and LinkedIn and you can add me wherever and whenever you feel like. But catch me before I catch you or I’ll ask why you didn’t catch me before! :P

Happy living and Great Earning…

P.S: Making Earth a better place to live on…