The Endeavour

     Three months ago I happened to be a delegate representing my college at a zonal convention held by a Architectural students organization. As I’m not a frequent in such events, I didn’t know what to expect. I was assured that it was gonna be fun by the regulars and also as many friends were joining in, it was a must to be a part of.

     At the event one night while Junkyard Groove was performing their gig, I ran into this girl as I was jumping with my hands up in the air. The sight of her divine face left a vaccuum in my throat and GOSH I skipped a few breaths then and there. Not that I’m falling for her , but God does make Limited edition faces! It was awkward to stare and jump to the bands beats  at the same time, also with my mouth wide open and my hands stretched upwards like burning Koalas, I managed to do that all gracefully, I guess. I just wanted to be her star, if she’d be my sky that moment, However reality sucks and I couldn’t do nothing but gaze.Also they say it is a good sign if your legs turn to jelly and your mind turns to pudding. Don’t ask me who they are as I just read it somewhere.

     Now, I didn’t attend this event to scan chics or so but how can you not admire something so admirable. Even the band there played a soft romantic number to make the time fly deceleratedly. The time, the music, the atmosphere, all got to me and I wanted to utter some kind of non-sense to her  considering I had nothing in mind to speak of. Besides, what do you say to a stanger  after you’ve already said ‘Hi’? Controlling my emotions I waited for it was too noisy there and thought to speak to her after the gig, still unaware of what to say.

     Meanwhile, the grouphead who was supposed to be responsible for our group was mourning to the fact that we did not rise as the ultimate winners at the event and wanted to return to the hotel. Though he took everyone with him I had to stay there somehow and I did. I earned myself some more moments of serenity amidst the chaos but not for long. A few more minutes of jumping and I see her making  way out of the crowd with her friend. At first I thought it might be a call she wanted to attend as it was noisy around but when she didn’t return after a while my heart sunk.

     I left that place with a hope called ‘Facebook’. I thougth to myself that evryone’s on Facebook and I’ll find her there, but it seems I was wrong. Even if I was not, I couldn’t recognise her profile due to her display picture being one of ‘Kristen Stewart’ and there are many of’em. It took me three days straight to go through every persons profile in that institute to find her or atleat her picture in someones profile somehow for reference but to my dismay it didn’t help. The only thing I found was girls don’t share their information with everyone and guys are welcoming, after more than a thousand profiles. I tried befriending some people from the host college to see if it supplements my search, and my inabillity to describe an appearance proves me a loser. Nice people though, I owe them a thanks. 

     Three months have gone by and I still can’t get over it. My laziness limits me to travel back there and do the gound search and nothing else seems to be working, seriously I have to do something about it.

Being 'Sick'

                          Struck by Malaria sometime ago was not a very pleasant experience as you may guess, despite of the fact that everyone around takes good care of you and you get whatever you wish for within certain limits. Demanding for a bike when you are bedstruck just doesn't make any sense and sometimes may seem like an emotional blackmail! However you do not enjoy these luxuries if you stay in a hostel or are an adult or anyone with no one around ofcourse.

                          So here I am, at home, enjoying my Diwali vacations, when some crazy, nuthead, tiny little mosquito drinks a thousanth of a drop of blood from my reserves and that wild creature injects sporozoites in my bloodstream which inturn mature in my liver and release merozoites that infect red blood cells. How unethical can this be termed? You first bite and enjoy the goodness of someones hard scored nectar and then you curse them of some disease that might have serious complications. Though in my case I only suffered some days with high fever and headaches combined with chills, sweating, vomitting and muscle pain. But the most annoying thing was that I had to go through it while I was supposed to enjoy and travel and have fun i.e during vacations. Now this might seem to be a perfect setup for some who think I did not miss any class or work, but to be frank I am not one of those. I wouldnt mind if it happens during the term as it is natural to fall ill any time and you get an attested medical certificate that states the same. The good part is you are not blamed for lack of attendance but the bad part is you have to be sick. I am not saying I like to be bed-ridden for a week or two just to not do anything but, Nevermind.

                            Illness also reminds me of my aspirations. For say one rough night I had a very high fever and I thought morning would be something I would never see again. Silly thought that was. I shouldn't have skipped the medicines that night after dinner. However, when I thought I was on my deathbed, all the things that I wish I could've done or do if I had a life that won't end now came to my mind. I prayed just for the possibility of me being alive. I could've worked hard, Could've been a good son, brother, friend, human being etc. Not that I am not good but certainly I can be better. I would spend more time travelling, with friends, family, reading, laughing, running, playing, tell that girl how beautiful she was rather than just sitting around thinking about it. I could've been someone that makes a difference, a social servant, a noble and wise politician or atleast incorrupt public servant. All the thoughts wander in my mind like flash cards and I make promises to myself that I might fulfill all of these if I exist the next day.

                             Next morning I open my eyes and witness the miracle of me still being in the form of a mortal human being. Suddenly, I love those bitter tablets of hell that I couldn't live without. And once I am all fit to go for birdwatching again and mortality doesn't bother me, the fever struck night just seems like a dream and the promises made to myself a 'delusion'. I go back in my coccoon of comfort unknowingly.

Not to forget that my vacations are now ruined and college assignments are something I planned to do but sadly Malaria struck me!

Victoria

Love Letter

“An Idea.  Resilent, highly contagious. Once an Idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible to eradicate.”

Television bombards so many ideas these days on the infants that they want to explore every one of them without fully understanding  them. Love is one such idea a seven year old finds really fascinating to play pranks with. So this guy obsessed with movie scenes where the actor throws a love letter towards his crush in the class tries to re-enact the scene in his grade two classroom.

I actually hated this boy for constantly fighting with me and my friend over everything he could. So one fine day this fellow came up with a new prank. He wrote a love letter and threw it towards a girl sitting on the first bench. This girl is the one whose thoughts alone would play “Unchained melody “ by Righteous brothers in the  background, unknown of the origin of the crumpled paper, opens it. The next expression on her face shows the height of shock she was in. With one hand on her open mouth and the letter  in the other she goes to the class teacher. It seemed as if someone abducted her parents and were demanding a huge ransom in return for their life. The class teacher reads the letter and was equally shocked and we started guessing the amount that was demanded. However her next move puts us in shock as she is squeezing my friends ears and to let everyone know the reason for the punishment, she reads the letter aloud in the class. “ I love you Isabella.” From Toto. Where Toto is my nose dripping friend and Isabella is the girl who looked like a fairy coming straight out of a fairytale.

Now the teacher was shocked because this happened in a second grade classroom, Isabella was shocked because I think she found a spelling mistake in the letter, Toto was shocked because he didn’t make any spelling mistakes as he didn’t write the letter in the first place and I was shocked because my best friend made the first move without even discussing it with me! So, while his ears are being crushed like a little water lily, Toto constantly pleads and explains he didn’t do it and that she can check his handwriting  to confirm. The next thing you know was a notebook check of the entire class for handwriting scan and the culprit was caught. He got a third degree treatment for his stunt and the case was closed. Also Isabella came to her normal state where she looked like the Goddess of cuteness and innocence.

Well, in the end everyones happy as the culprit is caught, Toto is not accused of the crime and I now know that Isabella won't be dating Toto in the near future!  

Cape Gooseberry And Gooseberry

Cape Gooseberry And Gooseberry

Macros

Did it Right...

To talk in or during the class was not considered bad but worse when I was in school and I believe it still goes on that way. However you cannot talk alone, you need an accomplice, and who better than the one sitting next to you, your friend can be 'The One'.
So here I was, sitting at a place(class) I thought I didn't belong to when so much can be achieved or done outside the school. Everyone dressed alike as if fashion or atleast individuality will come to an end in 2012. So what shall I do in such a situation? Well the answer for me was talk to the like minded people (friends) and do whatever was prohibited. Strangely enough, the most important topics to discuss about or to be made fun of arrived in the middle of the lecture. Many a times a joke is cracked and we hold our laughs to the limits when it bursts out like an over blown balloon. Believe me, I was the first one to laugh out loud and take the blame.
We also participated in many extra curricular activities during the class like Tic-Tac-Toe, Bingo and the likes, Pen fights (popular choice), Aeronautics etc. But the ultimate champion was the one who did all of these or most without getting caught and I was no way near to this stature.
For I knew, to be caught meant, standing on the bench with my hands stretched upwards(sounds crazy), a slap, change of place(new accomplice), sitting on the floor infront of the girls row(I wont mind it today), to make the previous a little painful, kneel down(i still wont mind doing it), ear squeeze, standing near the dustbin in the corner like a dunce or a warning. But nothing deterred us as we knew none of it is fatal and we can get by it. As once caught, the class monitor was about to inform the class teacher about us, but I offered him a pack of Polo(The Mint with the Hole) and the issue was buried then and there. I was still unhappy, not because I encouraged corruption or something, but I could have shared the pack with him and also enjoy it myself (It was very difficult to get pocket money when you got lunch box!). This guy over the next few years was a part of RSP(Road Safety Patrol) and sported white uniform which always made me think of him becoming a corrupt traffic police. Although he became one of my best friends in the coming years, I couldn't erase the imagination off my mind.

Home-Grown

Some years back my neighbours brought a sapling and asked if we could plant it infront of our home. They also informed us that it was an Avla plant and bore one of the sourest varieties of Avlas. The joy of adding another plant to the pool was enough for us to give the plant a place in the garden and it was implanted at that very moment.
Years passed by ant the sapling turned to a tree. Not the one with a thick bark or a giant one, but a 10 feet high, thin stemmed tree which leaned towards the weight of water on its leaves during rains and it still happens. Two years back it flowered for the first time but it didn't bear any fruit. However this year it did and it just felt like something precious to just touch those Gooseberries that were born infront of me. I just couldn't help but clicked pictures of it(posted above) before it was all eaten up or distributed. BTW, my neighbours were right, these are one of the sourest!