This is a glimpse of class X children's day..(2004)!!!Srirupa busy vit d nuz paper,Smita directing to adjust d camera,dats me in blue..den Sweta in pink...Shez Deblina in black..(Still single bt i promise u she has long hair),dats moumita in black concentrating on d food..dats Nilasha hidden behind Stuti..(l to r)...n Rijji is behind the Camera....!!!!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
This is a glimpse of class X children's day..(2004)!!!Srirupa busy vit d nuz paper,Smita directing to adjust d camera,dats me in blue..den Sweta in pink...Shez Deblina in black..(Still single bt i promise u she has long hair),dats moumita in black concentrating on d food..dats Nilasha hidden behind Stuti..(l to r)...n Rijji is behind the Camera....!!!!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The chocolate chips in the cookies of life..!!!
It was 1:55 p.m. by my watch. Parents waited outside the blue gate-still smelling of fresh paints. The sun has tilted slightly towards d west. The rays fought its ways thru the chilled winter atmosphere. The white metallic letters scripted on the blue gate still grips us with nostalgic feelings..!5 more mins,n school will get ova..!
I was waiting outside the gate for my sister to come.Parents kept discussing about their daughters…!!
“My daughter is a disaster ..She doesn’t bother to take down class notes..”
“Huh!!My 1 is too good at taking notes…but doesn’t open them at home!!”
The buses blew cranked horns, eager to overtake each other. The drivers bore angry faces tired after doing their jobs year after year..
The gates opened. I parked my scooty outside n walked along the clean long stretched path.Dat neem tree stood der widout any boredom,witness 2 all d sweet memories. The basketball court still occupied its place without any objection,giving chance 2 new set of players every yr. D yellow paint on d building did fade a bit,bt d idol of Mother Mary stood dr as eva wid a promise of happiness.
As I travelled down my memories I descended in2 a similar mild wintr day. The hockey filed surrounded wid numerous decorated stalls. A big colourfully decorated gate welcomed evry1. I ws incharge of a Jalebi stall. Deblina, Rijji, Stuti, Sam, Mou, Sweta, Srirupa all xcited abt dis annual fest we had.
“u knw.. heard dat pats’ head boy is also comin”
“really?.. m xcitd 2 c my neighbour ,heard hez hanging out vit sum1 4rm r school”
“how much money will u bring?”
“Dunno hw much I’ll get, but I’ll save 5 bucks 4 dat msg I’ll pass 2 him along vit dat Titanic song!!!”
“Oh!!God…u n ur dream boy..Cum dwn to reality..Hez already datin sum1”
We all waited eagerly.. dressed in spotlessly cleand uniform, hair neatly combed, n wore d bst socks we had…!!
We waited outside the gate 2 welcome our neighbour schools. my heart missed a beat. Hands sweaty cold..i asked srirupa, “U sure he’s cumin?”
Suddenly 4rm nower, v saw Mrs.M.chatterjee standin beside us.
“Oh Shit! 4rm wer did she cum?”
The same monotonic sound of her voice echoed in mah ears, “Girls, b decent n dnt b ova smart…… n y r d skirts so short,hhmmm???”
Bt nothing matterd nw.. dey wer already on d way 2 our skul. D best song ws played wen d boys entered,all had shy impressive smiles on der faces,teeh spotlessly clean… mayb brushed twice dat day! D girls had a mini orgasm wid xcitement.
I noticed him 4rm d corner of my eyes wit an innocent face.
My brother ws also dere. He made sure 2 bring his frnd along wid him 2 my stall.
I offered dem few jalebies.
Srirupa gav me a sarcastic smile.I offered him the biggest Jalebi my eyes met.He passed his coupon n turned bak engrossed in his own thots.I was on cloud 9!!I kept smiling to myself till Mrs.Duggal asked me “wats d mattr??u seem 2b vry happy??”
“Yes miss..our Stall has the highest sale till nw!!”
“Good !!kip it up,child..!!!”
Stuti asked “Hey,u saw dat guy??he changed his contacts..Wierd fellow!!”
Rijji prompted “Rishab luked grrrt!!!” n sum1 tapped me my back…I turned 2 c my sister.. “Wat d hell r u doin here??ts 2:20…I searched u every ver”
“Oh!!m sorry…by d way…verz d red bulding gone??”
“They constructed an auditorium dere..95 lakh was d budget..”
“Hhmm…we dnt nid to borrow pats’ auditorium nw..!”,knoin dat we ol liked 2 do dat.
We walked bak d same path…Nu trees were planted..Now m a 3rd year student came bak to school after a long time.Years passed..many batches came n left..But my school,Loreto Convent (Maria Regine Angelorum-Cruci Dum Spiro Fido) still stood dere vit d same nobility.The hockey field had d same charm.,the grasses witness to so many luv stories..The school beside us is still d same...Still boys brushed dere teeth twice b4 d fests.The icecream stalls still supplied ice cream to gals,fullfillin dere xcuses to c d boys..!!The classrum walls nva complaind bout a teachers’ violent threats..n gals r still cot reading Sidney Sheldon under dere maths book!!!
“Midnite fones, long chats, b’day bumps, crushes on pals, fighting for marks…” –people call it schooldays,n we call it lyf!!!
N now my sister is in class 10.on observing her grave xpression…I asked her “Wats d matter???”
She spoke vit a trembling voice
“Mrs.M.Chatterjee scolded me 4 wearing short skirts…!!!”
I was waiting outside the gate for my sister to come.Parents kept discussing about their daughters…!!
“My daughter is a disaster ..She doesn’t bother to take down class notes..”
“Huh!!My 1 is too good at taking notes…but doesn’t open them at home!!”
The buses blew cranked horns, eager to overtake each other. The drivers bore angry faces tired after doing their jobs year after year..
The gates opened. I parked my scooty outside n walked along the clean long stretched path.Dat neem tree stood der widout any boredom,witness 2 all d sweet memories. The basketball court still occupied its place without any objection,giving chance 2 new set of players every yr. D yellow paint on d building did fade a bit,bt d idol of Mother Mary stood dr as eva wid a promise of happiness.
As I travelled down my memories I descended in2 a similar mild wintr day. The hockey filed surrounded wid numerous decorated stalls. A big colourfully decorated gate welcomed evry1. I ws incharge of a Jalebi stall. Deblina, Rijji, Stuti, Sam, Mou, Sweta, Srirupa all xcited abt dis annual fest we had.
“u knw.. heard dat pats’ head boy is also comin”
“really?.. m xcitd 2 c my neighbour ,heard hez hanging out vit sum1 4rm r school”
“how much money will u bring?”
“Dunno hw much I’ll get, but I’ll save 5 bucks 4 dat msg I’ll pass 2 him along vit dat Titanic song!!!”
“Oh!!God…u n ur dream boy..Cum dwn to reality..Hez already datin sum1”
We all waited eagerly.. dressed in spotlessly cleand uniform, hair neatly combed, n wore d bst socks we had…!!
We waited outside the gate 2 welcome our neighbour schools. my heart missed a beat. Hands sweaty cold..i asked srirupa, “U sure he’s cumin?”
Suddenly 4rm nower, v saw Mrs.M.chatterjee standin beside us.
“Oh Shit! 4rm wer did she cum?”
The same monotonic sound of her voice echoed in mah ears, “Girls, b decent n dnt b ova smart…… n y r d skirts so short,hhmmm???”
Bt nothing matterd nw.. dey wer already on d way 2 our skul. D best song ws played wen d boys entered,all had shy impressive smiles on der faces,teeh spotlessly clean… mayb brushed twice dat day! D girls had a mini orgasm wid xcitement.
I noticed him 4rm d corner of my eyes wit an innocent face.
My brother ws also dere. He made sure 2 bring his frnd along wid him 2 my stall.
I offered dem few jalebies.
Srirupa gav me a sarcastic smile.I offered him the biggest Jalebi my eyes met.He passed his coupon n turned bak engrossed in his own thots.I was on cloud 9!!I kept smiling to myself till Mrs.Duggal asked me “wats d mattr??u seem 2b vry happy??”
“Yes miss..our Stall has the highest sale till nw!!”
“Good !!kip it up,child..!!!”
Stuti asked “Hey,u saw dat guy??he changed his contacts..Wierd fellow!!”
Rijji prompted “Rishab luked grrrt!!!” n sum1 tapped me my back…I turned 2 c my sister.. “Wat d hell r u doin here??ts 2:20…I searched u every ver”
“Oh!!m sorry…by d way…verz d red bulding gone??”
“They constructed an auditorium dere..95 lakh was d budget..”
“Hhmm…we dnt nid to borrow pats’ auditorium nw..!”,knoin dat we ol liked 2 do dat.
We walked bak d same path…Nu trees were planted..Now m a 3rd year student came bak to school after a long time.Years passed..many batches came n left..But my school,Loreto Convent (Maria Regine Angelorum-Cruci Dum Spiro Fido) still stood dere vit d same nobility.The hockey field had d same charm.,the grasses witness to so many luv stories..The school beside us is still d same...Still boys brushed dere teeth twice b4 d fests.The icecream stalls still supplied ice cream to gals,fullfillin dere xcuses to c d boys..!!The classrum walls nva complaind bout a teachers’ violent threats..n gals r still cot reading Sidney Sheldon under dere maths book!!!
“Midnite fones, long chats, b’day bumps, crushes on pals, fighting for marks…” –people call it schooldays,n we call it lyf!!!
N now my sister is in class 10.on observing her grave xpression…I asked her “Wats d matter???”
She spoke vit a trembling voice
“Mrs.M.Chatterjee scolded me 4 wearing short skirts…!!!”
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friendship:the eternal bliss!!!
Little Jenny stood in the middle of the crowded fair.Dressed in red with small yellow flowers painted here n dere she frantically searched 4 sum1.The drops of tears smudged the kohl,that lined her blue eyes.Her beautifully tied hair was rummaged by the strands of dust...!!
People were in their best attires.Children had parents beside them.Teenagers formed groups n were indulged in heated chats.Elder citizens were in their best moods,avoiding the pain that restrict them to bed thru out d year.People tried their lucks in diffrnt stalls.Loud-speakers were hired 4rm nearby city,vich plyed d latest hindi songs.Thus not only children but also elders saved money 4 these 3 days of d fair..
Jenny was also not an exception.From the morning to the evening she stayed in the fair observing people moving to and fro.Shw was just 5,hu was admitted to this world by the 1 up dere to try her luck in this game of life!!She saved her bst dress 4 d last day of d fair and was accompanied to the fair by her only frnd!!
Nostalgia gripped her wen she was engrossed in a painted pic of a mother huggin her child..She felt a lump in her throat. Jenny cud feel her mom's arms wrapped around her amidst the thousands of people.She saw her father waiting 4 her vit a dozen of white balloons..She had no clue y they left her in this uncanny cruel wrld...!!!But wen she turned around,she saw that she lost track of her frnd Ritchie..!!
Jenny went running 4rm 1 stall to another.She rushed past people as fast as her little legs cud carry her.She had no 1 to hear her cry...no moms around to console her..no dads to accompany her to home...She cried out Ritche's name as loud as she cud till her lungs gave up.Her worn out sandles cudnt kip the rough ground 4rm hurtin her tender legs..With scratched ,blood oozing feet ,dried throat she stood in the middle of the crowd...Hw can she go home vitout Ritche???
Afer 4 hrs of prolonged search she turned bak to leave,wn sum1 pulled her dress..She turned down 2 c her little Ritchie,with a small pink tongue struck out. Small beads of saliva dripped 4rm his tongue..as tears 4rm Jenny's eyes..The small brown dog was Jenny's best friend..Mayb he cud understand Jenny the best..No wonder hez a dog...he cud also feels his and Jenny's parents' lack!!!Jenny pulled him close n kissed him vit all her affection..!!She slept vit him wen kids are hugged by their parents to bed..HE accompanied her to school wen dads drop their children to school..!!
Their silhouette vanished in d drakness on their way to their home..Jenny nva 4got to thank God 4 His precious gift to her..No wonder they hav no parents bside them but its their luv n frndship that kept Jenny alive!!
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