I miss you babe!

It was the night of 17th June. I am atrocious in remembering dates. But I do remember this day. Clean as a whistle. 17th of June it was. It had just started to rain. The smell of the earth after the first rains was intoxicating. It felt good. People around me always used to think, I am the extremely unromantic. But on this day, I was. I was high and chirpy. I was about to meet my date. My soul mate.


I put on a pair of my favourite jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. As natural I wanted to be. I tried to restrain my excitement, but in vain. I donned a constant smile which wasn't willing to leave. I gave my mom, a sweet little nod to let her know that the time had come. She smiled back and I left abode. The place of our first rendezvous wasn't really far. I walked for around 15 minutes and there she was sitting on a platform waiting for me. We didn't have any interaction at first. I just looked at her and admiring her beauty. There were a lot of other stunning girls around too. But I just couldn't move my eyes off her. There was something different about her that set her apart from the hoi-polloi.


She was a little apprehensive at first, but when I held my arms around her, we broke all the barriers. We started interacting more often through Facebook and Twitter. She helped me make a lot of new friends. But that didn't stop us from exploring eachother's lives. She was always my prime focus. During the exam, she helped me study by helping me find all my notes by keeping them systematically. What a secretary she was, I used to think. And when I was exhausted after a tiring day at work, she would sing for me and soothe me down. The bond between us started to become stronger. Soon she became an indispensable part of my life. My day started with a simple glance at her and ended with her sitting beside me and watching me sleep. I started to realize that I was her Romeo and she was my Juliet. My love for her was boundless.


Everything was hunky-dory between the two of us until the fateful day of 23rd September. After the day at work we were waiting for the bus so that we could go home together. It had taken more time than usual for the bus to arrive. But it didn't matter. We were happy enjoying eachother's company. Finally the bus arrived and a horde of public ran towards the bus as though their lives depended on getting the seat. I tried to get away, but I was pushed in by the wave of flocking people trying to get in. I got in somehow and had a huge sigh of relief that I was alright. I even saw a few empty seats which made me more satisfied. You rarely get empty seats to sit in place like Mumbai. But just when I was about to sit, I realized that I couldn't find my girl. I frantically searched for her but in vain. I  tried calling her countless number of times but all I could hear was a recorded message saying that 'The phone was not reachable'. My breaths started to become heavy. My feet began to wobble. I searched desperately for her. But she was taken away from me, a lot faraway than I thought. That was the last that I saw of her.


It has been 2 days now since we are away. But her memories still remain as fresh. The 3 months that I spent her were 3 amazing months. To see her agonizingly taken away from me is just heartbreaking. I still hope that you come back to me but till then 'memories' with you is all that I have got.


Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.


I miss you my Samsung Galaxy S2. You were more than just a phone to me. You were my girl. I hope you are well!

Oh shit! I am not a kid anymore!

One fine morning I took a bus in this blistering heat. I stepped out of the bus and slowly started to tread along. I ask the nearby commuter and inquire about this place with a weird name. He told me to go straight and walk along. Following his instructions, I reached the destination and I looked at an opulent 15 storied building. I took out my camera and started taking pictures of this imposing edifice. This is when I realize, "Gosh, I've grown up! This is where I am going to work. This is where my future lies. Oh shit! I am not a kid anymore!"

   
I took a bus back home. I looked out of the window and like a stereotypical 'thinking' scene from the Bollywood movies, I got hit by memories of my days at school. I remembered myself as an innocent little boy crying my way to first day of school. I made the peon run and catch me from one end to other as I was too scared. I remembered reciting the story 'King Robert Bruce and the spider' having no idea about what it was. I remember singing "jhanda uuncha rahe humara" during Independence day wearing a dhoti dressed as the quintessential Tamil thambi. Those gimmicks, pranks and hooliganism all the way through school to prove myself as a part of 'cool' crowd.

The flashback took me to junior college where I was this lanky guy with an audacious dressing sense and a hairstyle which would leave even the likes Javed Habib and Shehnaz Hussain frantically search for cover. I reminisced those wild rock gigs which would make the 'adolescent' me feel liberated and anti-social (teen's code!). I remembered, Orkut and its testimonials which everyone used to look forward to. Those innumerable canteen guffaws and nonsensical jargon formed the lions share of my life.

I remembered entering the first day of Under-grad school with a sense of accomplishment of finally getting a chance to have degree by my name without actually getting it! Life started getting  a bit stressful with never ending assignments. Perhaps a trailer to the whole movie of life. But I enjoyed every bit of it. Every single day was an adventure in itself. Life over here had surely taught me tackle the hurdles of life. I got the degree, though half as accomplished as I thought I would be.

I was in a different world altogether. I just realized that each moment of one's life is a shard which completes a perfect mosaic. It depends on whether an individual wants to make it abstract or to just keep it simple. Life has been perfect with all its imperfections till now and I have loved to live with it.

Albert Einstein has perfectly quoted "Education is what remains after one has forgotton what one has learned in school."

I reached home with a concoction of various emotions, some overpowering the other at different instances. But this journey made me realize that, no matter how much I grow; Ill still find solace in that little kid which is still inside me and will be there FOREVER.