The Right Wrong...

He walks in through the classroom door...

The yellow t-shirt he sports with scraped jeans speaks of the kind of life he lives. And his black unkempt hair makes her totally sure of the kind of stuff he could be into and that she wouldn't seem to take part in any of it.

Actually, she doesn't even think of wasting time in thinking about him when she sees him... and he ceases to be the topic of any lassy discussion that goes on usually, at the hostel.

It's not long before she actually forgets him as a gone-off-the-track guy.

A year passes by and theres no sign of interaction between the two of them... there were no reasons to talk either, she sighs.

Another year begins... and fortunately or unfortunately, for her... she has common friends with him. There's a college fest that she's gonna be handling along with the common group of friends and him of course. There are signs of brief interaction between the two of them. But that's about it... she can keep to herself pretty well... its been coming to her naturally off late. It ends soon.

And suddenly out of no where... she gets a message in the middle of the night almost after six months... from an unknown number. And it's him.

She's cautious... for the n- number of reasons that she thinks he must've done it for. None of us want to be the butt of jokes that loiter around the college katta, do we?

Suspiciously eyeing the phone, every time it rings and carefully preserving every message he sends, to the extent that she deleted some very special messages she never would have deleted otherwise... She isn't realizing the slow affect he is beginning to have on her and the routine goes on until...

She gathers courage to reply and asks the reason for his messaging. That was the end! The bar had been broken. And she had ventured into the untrodden path, what she liked to call, "The Wrong!" 

She'd started talking to him... rather sharing her time with him.

"The Wrong" was something she had failed to resist, despite the numerous attempts she made to stop her from walking into it... *sigh* again.

She understood she would end up making him like her... in some way. In some way, he would lose the freedom he enjoyed.  In some way, he would lose the smile he flashed. In some way, he would lose his life... his identity. And gain nothing in return... 'cause she could'nt afford to live the way he did... 

And yet, she wanted "The Wrong" 'cause only he made her world seem "right".

SP...

I rarely express myself to thank my teachers... but I want to, for this one. I owe her that day.

Practical Exam - Day 2.

She was the supervisor... and I pre-fitted it into my head that today was going to be really tough. And it was... but in another way.

I'd had to execute an ALP in Microprocessors and it was something I thought I knew... until ofc I got to know that I was making a mistake and I was so unable to rectify it. I'd made up my mind that I was going to flunk... and I dreaded even the very thought of repeating the whole thing again.

The External Examiner is yet another someone I want to thank... but later on. First, he took the pleasure of being a stern teacher and told me to perform my practical.

Later on, I did the most childish thing I could ever do... start crying in the middle of an exam! I so wanted to pass it... for the teacher who  really put in efforts to see that we understood every word and ofc for myself!

And while all this was going on in my head... came the teacher I am thanking here. It wasn't her subject so she couldn't practically help me. But she did encourage me... a lot. Something that wasn't expected of her because we were the newbies. "Ho jaayega... don't lose hope. Everyone knows you've done your work. Don't cry..."

I actually wanted to hug her!!

I don't know why... but those words hit me, real hard. I could say she really trusted me. 

And I owe this practical to her... And I want to thank her... for doing it without any concrete reason from her side.

And I want to thank the external examiner for listening to my side. 

Gore Haath !!!!

             Hahahaha, this one's for my roomie and friend - Shanta :D ... She's a nice simple serious girl from Solapur... come here for a job search. Then there's Seema - a cutie who's here for job search.And I'm just the opposite ... a nutty weirdo who keeps talking anything on anything.... and who's obviously studying :P
             One evening, at tea, me n Shanta n Seema were discussing something and suddenly Seema told me ke Malu (that's what they call me at my room :$ ) , tere haath kitne gore hain (As in, your hands are so fair)!
              And suddenly Shanta said, "haan, she keeps them in her jeans ka pockets na ! " LOL, I seriously couldn't control my laughter and neither could Seema. It was hilarious! And when I asked her why'd she say that, Shanta said ... Malu tune hi toh kaha tha ek din.
              That's when I remembered I told her something of that sort one day, just for fun... Little did I know, she'd take it so seriously.... That was so seriously and innocently said, I wish I could capture that moment !!!

A Glimpse ...

           Pretty late to start writing. Its probably been days since I've thought of writing, but I just didnt get time. Today is different though :D I'm at Varsha's college - MIT, Pune.
         
          Oh by the way, let me introduce you to Ms. Varsha :D :D :D :D .... she's my roomie at my PG in Kothrud, where I currently live. And she's a young budding lecturer at MIT, Pune. Thats formal stuff :P .. Informally, we're just anything more than roommates who've met like just 3 months back !!! We get along like a house on fire, seriously. She's one of the nicest parts of the very few nice things that happen to me very rarely. And I'm glad I came to that PG alone. Oh, and she's so cute and nice and everything you'd wish for :D. LOL, but I rarely do the obligations of appreciating her so much :( .
           Anyway, I've had real fun. Today is some function at her college, and I was alone at our place, so she thought of tagging me along :D ... I've met so many people. Its nice .. to mingle with people older than you... gives you a good taste of your probable life when you'd be their age. There's Meenakshi - a friend of Varsha's and now mine too :P ... a really cool lecturer and Mr. Mandar who I'd tease with his small roomie when I didn't really know who and how he was. Then there is Ritika Ma'am, Vidya Ma'am, Archana Ma'am, Sunil Sir, Pingale Sir, Magar Sir, Kakde Sir.... I don't really remember if I'm forgetting someone! :( .... But they're really nice people to be around with... I'm glad my roomie got me here :D
           Getting to the point, its really nice to have older people around you. And last night, I and Varsha roamed almost half of my area for Nitin... Oh, forgot to introduce him ... he's a nice friend of mine who had devised a not-so-chic plan to trouble us :P .. anyway, I finally saw Pune streets at 11 in the night ? ! It's certainly not a big thing I know, for most. But, for me, its really ... new ! And then, we had a few incidents I seriously would never want to forget in my entire life and even beyond.
         

The Beginning !!!

     I don't know why, but there's this weird feeling of writing my days into this "wired diary." It's just that I'm kind of in the last year of my "teenage" life, well, just 5 months to be precise. And then, it surely won't make a difference to me, because I'll still be the same, but I won't be a teenager, legally, anymore... So, just before these days end or before I can forget these days, I think I'll take the pains to write them down... something like - Memorable Memories of The Golden Age temporarily, because I haven't thought of a name, sadly. So, I guess, I'll just write all the possible things I do ... as in things which make me happy. That way, when I'm like 28, I'll know how much I've gained or lost in those 10 years or how talkative I am or just how much I enjoyed my days being alone, independent and a teenager! :P . Don't know if it makes sense though, but I'll still write.

What You Are...

I sort of started off with this -

All that you've given me is hurt and pain,

Are you trying to prove that love is a bane ??

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But, there's just so much that you've given me .... 

Maybe, I probably never appreciated it enough ...

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The tingling rays of the early sunshine on mountains,

The pearly dew drops on the leaves of the greens, 

The starry shimmering look of the water flowing through the hills,

And the mirthful twittering fights of the fledglings,

The charm of the Enchanting Elysian Empyrean Mornings - 

The Grace of the Divine - The Supreme Being; Unmoved, Unseen, Unmatched ...

But, not much for the mornings that I care, neither for the nights,

For, the Lord shalt see  min wordly wyrd,  And for that I have no say !!

All I know is that you mean the world to me, and only you make my day !!

The weird smile on my face, the thudding sound of my heart beats,

The numbness in my hands, the water in my eyes,

Even as the Cooling Effect stupefies me when I gather your face...

I realize, I live for it, for those feelings, every second of my living life ...

The life that you have given me !!

Even as the world believes your mortal, substantial existence,

You still remain the elixir of my life ... the Broth Of Oblivion I always wished for !! 

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~ Mallika