We learned, We played and We lived

As I was sitting at my desk, trying to make sense of the black screen on my laptop, pretending that I’m working as my manager looked over me and gave him a 70mm smile (yes, I made a fool of him, I was not working :P) I was in the world when we had endless laughing, teasing, gossips, pulled innumerable pranks and we always came up with myriad ways to irritate each other.

With all the peculiar names and peculiar styles we had all kindaa characters
Some self-proclaimed self-righteous among us,
Some personality A types, no matter what I want to win it all,
Some always the victim of jokes the whole group pull of ,
Some honeybees of Madhu Ma’am (hahahah.. I know I was also considered part of the bee-cluster),
Some favourites of sunil sir, Some nerdy, Some sporty, Some dancers and some painters
The handsome hunk and the most beautiful girl with a lot of fan following and free project and project reports supply :o
Unanimously agreed fact : critic of Jain ma’am was alive in smaller or larger form in all of us
Ego clashes, secret crushes and some still in secrecy, yeah not even umpteenth ‘Truth and Dare’ round could make it public.
Preparation of annual function, Zero period was awesome
The battle of houses, the war between science and commerce, ohh.. we fought like real warriors
Morning assembly, Annual sports, fete, picnics, tours, Saavdhan and vishram on Independence Day
From Jeevan vigyaan to Iftikhar sir’s trigonometry classes ;), we had it all.

This is about...

She is 5'2" weighing around 48 something with some not clearly defined shape of the face, chinese eyes, flat nose and with an amazingly unique contagious smile.


She knows her importance, her power.
She knows she can make the sun rise in the west in our world
but, she understands the importance of the sun rising in the east.

She has a big heart..accommodating the entire universe..
a heart so big..can give me the most precious thing of hers without a thought..
but can snatch my plate of food and feed herself, cherishing this courageous act by 'nothing i can do' smile while showcasing her 'desperate to go to dentist' teeth ;).

She can make me laugh like helluva
but can also make my mouth to shut up by the same civil tongue.


She can annoy me with her chirpy talks and can do the same with buttoning her lips.
She can give me a tongue-lashing on my loosely tied chudidaar and on my barely managed hair and sometimes on my not so proper wearing but makes sure that i always wear a smile.

She can make me cough up almost every damn thing in my life
but can very smartly zip her lips when time comes to reveal hers.

She is younger than me but still
she is my little mentor, my guide.
She is my inspiration and
i know...
i am her 'Prerna'

Yes my sweet, little poetess and princess this is for you on your 15th birthday...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...

CLOCK v/s I - A BATTLE EVERYDAY

Day: Everyday

Place: Hostel 12s1,room no.125,mits

Time: 07 : 30 a.m.

Alarm went off, but how can somebody expect from a nocturnal creature, in her deepest non-lucid dreams to hear it , but in an unconscious state she puts the alarm on snooze. After 10 minutes, as instructed to it, the alarm starts shouting again but poor thing does not know, there is no one to take care of it's throat and is put on snooze again. This sequence of activity is repeated and then enters a girl with a bucket in her hand saying rather scolding, "abhi tak soyi hai, college nahi jaana kya?". Innocent creature cozy in her bed suddenly takes notice, comes back to the earth and looks at clock -"oh my god! its 8:00 (mess timings- till 08:20 a.m., lecture timing-sharp 8:30)"and now the battle starts.

Analysis of situation :
OPTION I) 10 minutes if stomach is to be taken care of .

OPTION II)20 minutes if cleanliness of body is to be taken care of which remained heedless for past 2 days

Road map for option I(if chosen) –brush the teeth, change and run for mess.

Possible ramifications: 1) its 8:19 and able to reach mess and got entry

Pros: have the pleasure to have breakfast

Cons: late by 10 min for class, par itna to chalta hai after all its 1 hour lecture and missing 10 min , not a big deal.

OR.

2) its 8:21, and again arguing with the man in black and white, who keeps a watch at mess’s door, that its 8:20 and I have right to go in but that Khadoos man will say a big “NO”, and will add to it a piece of suggestion ,“if you want to have breakfast, maintain time” ,leaving me miffed. So, the final resort is to call some day-ski friend and ask her to bring something for my appetite’s sake if she has not left for class which is rarity.

Pros: will reach class at time

Cons: making my stomach think that my throat has been cut.

Road map for option II (if resorted)- brush the teeth, take bath and run for class

This option is implicitly implying and will make sure that I famish severely for at least semi-quarter of the day making it an inevitable disadvantage.

Possible ramifications: 1) managed to come out of bathroom in time and able to reach class on acceptable time.

Pros: though not de-jure but its de-facto and accepted to be in class by 8:40 as already explained above.

OR

2) ghost of excessive cleanliness overpowered my mind and when I am out (of bathroom) its already 40 min past 8:00.

Now this is the ramification that requires very intelligent analysis, indecent haste and excessive valour.

First Analysis: should I try for class or its better to jump in directly during the next class.

Indecent haste: indecent haste, if decision is that I should try for class. As you must have noticed this is the fundamental requirement of my life but in some cases becomes more fundamental. So, you can always find somebody scuttling through Mody streets with an umbrella in one hand and managing her hair with other and yes not to forget managing a bag with entangled straps on one of the shoulders.

Second analysis: This requirement arises when suddenly my conscious opens its eyes and I face attack of penitence and embarrassment. When standing outside the class you look at teacher who is deeply emerged in teaching his/her attentive pupils with innovative pedagogical methods. Will it be ok to disturb him? Depending on what my vivek permits during that hour of clock, I take action. If disturbing is out of the option then library is a beautiful place to have forty winks. Otherwise, you require something which is very rare to find, excessive valour.

Excessive valour : There are times when you must decide and take the bull by horns. Asking, ”May I come in sir/ma’am” at 8:50. for the class which starts at 8:30. is work of no coward. and even if serendipitously peon has left open another door (back of the class), it also requires enough intrepidity to enter when lecturer is busy scribbling something on board and sit quietly on the last bench. Because you never know when a lecturer’s sharp ear catches the khusur - pusur created in the class with an entry in such a bizarre way, though my classmates have now acknowledged this and hardly make any sound but a thief always fears no matter how sneaky he is. Often, in such cases people fear when I sit besides them for the obvious reason and I am asked to change my place.

This struggling with time also sometimes proves to be a blessing in disguise when I find that when I reach 20 minutes late, class starts 25 min late, and when I happen to be an hour late class starts 65 min late and then when my friends say “what did you do? This, cant be coincidence”, it is enough to tickle me all pink and making me feel fortunate and strengthening my firm belief in Him that He understands that this recurrent process of ‘being late’ is absolutely non intentional with no fault of mine and I try my level best to win this battle struggling hard against the clock but as I am not so experienced as clock, which is practicing since so many centuries, so it is verily discernible who faces the defeat.

Vote of thanks- To my readers to bear my writing, and my friends, acquaintances, lecturers for forbearing my tardiness.