Pluto Goofy and more..

Long time since I posted something, deliberately taking a break. But will come back soon, to share my world to my blog. But this one is not from me, thou it is very close to my heart, penned down by my best friend, but I am publishing it without his knowledge. I found it very sweet, a day taken from his dream, and am closely involved in it too! Cheers to his first write up!

It was 3 in the morning when I reached back. After a hectic day in the office, only thing that gave me smile was the bunch of cigars which a friend of mine gifted. I loved to smoke one after all those years of smoking ban put up by my wife. When I entered my bedroom the only thing in my mind was to have a sound sleep. I didn’t even bother to change my faded Levis. I searched for space over the bed in the dim light when I found the usual bunch of soft toys lying so peacefully in my space. Without bothering my wife who was in her usual trousers and some light shaded camisole, I took them one by one and kept in a safe place on the bedside furnishing. Stretching out one last time I made myself comfortable in my part of the bed. I felt like all those pounds that piled up in my head jus went out through my legs. While comforting myself in the thick woollen blanket I jus ensured that the soft toys are not on the floor coz I didn’t wanna have a scary morning. My wife took care of them a lot. I seriously believed that after having the baby girl, her craze over those soft lifeless creatures would die out. It never happened. They remained to be there in her world with the same authority and it still remained to be her favourite birthday presents. It used to help me saving some part of my time and when it comes to the big issue of gifts. I still had a few problems of avoiding repetitions and choosing the apt name for each of them. I found it easy after my girl grew up and started following comics and cartoons. These days i leave the naming part to mom and daughter. but on some lazy evenings, when i roll back mind to those post college memories, i miss the tension that i had finding names for all those smiling toys.


With final glimpse at the bunch i found that somewhere down the line i too had shaped up a relation with them. A relation which i cant exactly name. A derivative of love, may be. All those goodies were witnesses to her smiles and excitements, to the love and passion that me n my wife carried all through the years. Just like everyone we too never bothered to keep them away even in the craziest of nights. They always had that smile. Smile that differed from one to other,but out of happiness. Wonderful they are, because they always smiled and made all who saw them do the same. They just carried a single emotion all throughout their lifespan. Might be that made them life less.
I kept on thinking about all those beautiful memories which had them playing some role till dreams took my mind away.
The next time when we went to the nearby Mall, i just happened to visit the Archies coz of my little brown eyed girl. Our shopping was paused for a while when i found myself so much attracted towards the stack of huggables in the corner. It was a surprise for my little girl and she would have even doubted if her moms birthday was nearing. I just looked into each of their faces while my kiddo started searching for the one she likes. All those faces had different smiles. Some of them had smiles right from the bottom of their hearts, i felt. Some were more of a manufacturing defect coz for me their smiles never had a meaning. All of them carried an emotion that was more on the happier side of feelings. All of them were created to bring smiles. Many of them managed to achieve the target. Some of them failed. I found a strange similarity between the lifeless toys and the living folks in and around me. They never cried unless they were moulded to do the same. But the living folks did cry and made others cry, though the purpose of birth was different. For me the life span of the latter bunch found more meaningful. Might be coz I am one among them.

adios.. to a great life..

I just wish this passing stage of my life gives me a lot to ponder on later in life, when am in the normal routine of life, in the hustle of catching a train back to home, just to reach early to my baby and then to cook food for my family, may be I will think of those days when we all used to return from office in car, taking the longest route possible, munching on the vada pav and mirchi from sewri, held up in traffic, still wanting to reach as late as possible, cracking all PJs, eating each others head, cursing Rajiths burps, tolerating Ambulys repeatophobia, helping Rajith to irritate Sowmya and being in the comfort of my dear Saurabh, me just beside him, his palm on top of mine, to change the gear.. Ah, I wish I think about these days then as the sweetest memories of my life, the college or school days were similar, but everyone of us came a long way ahead and the tears of farewell we shed then seem to be forgotten now, nevertheless the friendships, the promises and relations remain.. Somewhere I feel this time its not gonna be like that, yet another farewell may be, but then why do I feel the impact is gonna stay.. why do I feel that these days cannot be replaced.. Life has only improved for me, from school, to college, to now.. I have met wonderful and more wonderful people, have had good and better company around, but suddenly am feeling its all an end now.. Nothing more is in store.. All that has ended..

I may be having lunches and dinners on the table, with the closest people of my life with me, but will I ever get back those lunches I had with them on the floor, newspaper spread, eating like animals, attacking food, grasping from each others plate at the most untimely hours of the day.. Will I have the same thrill of kicking Rajith and running behind Saurabh for protection, when I will play with my kid.. Will I not miss the hours of chatter spent with Ambuly in bus when I listen to songs and solitude and go off to sleep, on the way.. Sowmya and me may be playing host to our guests at our homes, but will it ever be the same as what we together did..Salu may be a serious mom with her kids, but I wonder how can I help but not tell how she was, when she was with us. Breakfasts wont be bread and omelette then, Kuldeep wont be making them too, and there wont be ten of us to have that from 4 plates, still life will be beautiful, but will I be enjoying it as I do now? Movies I will go then too, but the no of tickets will be just two.. How will I not miss the chain mails sent for nothing, other than to pull eachother/pass time in office/choke the network.. How will those chain mails be possible when my day is someones night in that country, my leisure time is someones study time in hostel..

Things will change, wish it never does.. Cant help but accept some changes as life moves on.. Wish my mind knows these too..

Miss those times..

I miss those times.. The times when we used to hang around in the college gallery, when the rest of the college was attending lectures.. Nothing much to talk, enjoying the breeze, the shade, the silence.. When our hearts spoke to each other.. When we realised our own world.. I miss those times.. at the milma booth beside, the countless pazhamporis u bought for me.. pampered me.. I miss those times, when u waited for me to come out of my class, to sit behind you on your bike and drive on the empty roads.. I felt like a princess, happiness of the whole world was mine... I miss those times, the frequent visits to EFC, where we discussed most of our future, where you took me to dreams.. where you showed me how our life will be.. I miss those times.. when we had nothing else in mind, you in mine and me in yours!! I thank the moment, just that one moment, which made me realise that I can be yours.. Forever and ever..



I miss those times when you were my sole company in class.. such a short time and the extent to which we became close.. I poured out to you, the indifference of other people, how strange I felt at times.. My life had changed and only you could accept that.. I miss those times, when you me and he were like a family, the small trips in car with u behind, my dreams with him I shared with you.. you alone.. I miss those times, with you, our project, seminar, labs, assignments, combined studies.. and one day you became the bride and I missed that too!!


I miss those times... when that small hostel room was not actually small for the 4+1 of us! I miss those times when I was the alarm for all of you in the mornings.. when we took shifts in the mornings to use the bathroom, when we shared the mirror, we exchanged our new tops, when I preferred your opinion about my dress to mine. the everyday walk to college together.. I miss those times, when the single cot was enough for two of us, where we lay down and relaxed, chatting..talking.. laughing..I miss those times, when your bag was mine, my shoes were yours.. and earings!! We had plenty in common.. I miss those times.. when dinner time was together, no matter what!.. Your life was mine, the A-Z I knew.. I miss those times.. the study leaves, the chatters, jokes, laughter, movies, combined studies, birthday gifts, songs, orkut.. I miss those times with you all..


I miss those times too.. when u and I were together all the 8 hours of the day.. when we longed to reach the school.. the company of each other we enjoyed the most. when we listened to long boring classes with novels beneath the desks.. I miss those times.. when our innocence was exploring the world outside.. the little secrets we shared.. the small joys too.. I miss those times.. colour dress only on Saturdays, the lunch boxes we exchanged, the stories we wrote in copy-writing books.. I miss those times, when nothing else mattered to us, the world was silly, just we mattered. and our friends..


This post is dedicated to those few people who were very close to me at some point of time.. Times changed, lives changed.. We shed tears in farewell, but the closeness still persists.. I met new people, made new friends, but the moments I shared with you all are irreplaceable.. I will always miss those times..

P.S: the above lines are not applicable for the person in the first para! :)

Examtime.. funtime..

Weekend is nearing and I have already started making plans! No movie this time yaar, sadd... It seems kids have their boards; mamas would sacrifice movies, wont let papas go out too! The marketing is targeted at families of 4 may be, nobody cares
for us or what! After all, we have given 872 examinations in life and now we ought to see movies! Protest apart, am getting flash memories of the exams I gave throughout my life... I don’t remember the first one, it must have been in Lower KG considering the strict academic curriculum in India.. Exam times were always eventful for me.. I enjoyed watching the crowd - searching for exam halls, trying to match their roll no with the ones on the list, borrowing pens, discussing the for-sure questions in the last minute – (oo I love that- u just tell someone “this is a sure one”- and then watch the mugging up speed).It’s all fun really, not forgetting the best part of the exam – copy ing!! Now don’t act innocent, am sure you must have done this atleast once... If not, I would say you didn’t have the guts to! I simply enjoyed taking this risk... A rewind of some of the incidents which happened with me..

Part 1:

Scene – A classroom, 9th STD board hanging outside. Boys and gals sitting in alternate rows (this idea was to reduce the chattering in the class, but this only encouraged it.) The boys cracking PJs, the gals giggling... Half of “Holy killers” on a bench, enjoying the free period. What are the first benchers studying there? Some Moral Science!! OMG is that a subject now, to give an exam? Atleast in HTS it was... The bell rings... The entertainers in the bench just in front snatch exam sheets, pen pencil scale eraser from us...

Arun : Hey, I haven’t studied a word yaar.. U should help ok...
Me : Don’t worry, I will..
Arun : Tilt your paper in my direction and write, I will look back..

I followed his instructions and we were happily writing the exam in synchronization. I would wait for Arun to finish along with me, so that I can turn the page. Friends are precious u know, then, now and ever! All this continued till our HM came to our class, all of us stood up to wish her, had no idea her visit has got anything to do with me! I saw her clutching something in hand, some paper... May be some announcement to make. Finish it off fast lady; I have to complete the crap paper! All in class noticed her walking to our bench- we are 3rd out of 6 benches- the perfect place- last bench is an old concept now, cos even teachers know this tactic- 3rd is the best. I had no clue what was going to happen next. She thrusted the paper in her hand, into mine – it was a carbon paper – and she was fuming with anger! I didn’t need more to understand what’s happening...

HM : Why do you take this much effort to help someone copy? You can just write one more copy and pass on to whomever you want. We will provide you the carbon paper also.
Me: Speechless, head down, sad expression, controlling the laughter!
Arun: Full of guilt cos I am caught, giving the HM- its my fault, please don’t scold her- glances..

End of Part one


Part 2

Scene: A classroom again, converted into examination hall. Everyone outside the hall, last minute discussions, a guy pleading something to a girl newly joined in school. Bell rings. All enter. The above said guy and the gal sits on the same bench, a junior in between. On further observation, 11th std students were clubbed with 8th std students.

People usually learn from mistakes, incidents like the one in Part1 have happened many more times in HTS, many more lectures/advices I have listened to... But tell me, helping a friend is a mistake? I hope I am not getting a “not yet learnt a lesson” look!

That explains, I agreed to Deepak’s pleadings!

Exam starts...Biology paper...
Deepak stares at the question paper for the first 5 min, till I finish my first sheet. Then I keep the first sheet in the shelf below the desk, a little to the right, easily accessible to Deepak across the small girl sitting in between... He keeps it below his paper and copies line by line!! I know re, its difficult to modify the sentences when you are under pressure! 3 hrs about to get over, last 5 min, many started to submit the paper and move out. My last page going on, Deepak’s second last. But then it happened, teacher comes and comfortably settles down on her chair. Hey, did I tell you that we were on the first row and that the shelf beneath was open?? My 10 mark question is on the sheet with Deepak and now how on earth can he return it to me? We made ishhaaras to each other..

Deepak (ishaara) : Don’t worry, I will manage.
Me (ishaara) : Noooo.. Don’t manage anything for gods sake.. Keep it with you.. I will write once more.
Deepak (pointing to the watch) : No time!!

Next moment I see my paper flying in the air. Poor Deepak, it was a dumb spontaneous action, only to help me earn my 10 marks. In the process he didn’t think - Teacher is not blind and she can see the direction in which paper flew. His motive was that I should collect the paper, once it lands on to ground, in the pretext “Oh oh its time for me to tie up all the papers!!” The teacher having already noticed the dumb-sharades between us, could put everything in place... Gone Iam, yet another time!
Thankfully, she was a Hindi teacher, and was shouting in Hindi.. I didn’t mind cos I understood only half of it!!

End of part two


Part 3:

Scene: Govt. Engineering College...

Oh no!! Can we do this later?? :)


P.S : 872 was jus a vague no.. Pls dont start counting!