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The disturbingly melodious song!

“Tera mujse hai pehle ka nata koi, yu hi nahi dil lubhata koi

Janee tu, ya jane naaaaaaa, mane tu ya mane na.”

How many of you remember this song? Not the new one, the really old version.

I love this song, adding it to one of my favourites.

This song comes to me today, bringing back old memories, as old as my school memories.

Of course every class has two types of students, the front benchers, the docile and obedient ones and the last benchers, the naughty and the cheeky ones. I was among the front benchers, usually seated in the corner, doing my own work, literally not caring about anyone else, which of course made me somewhat as an attitudinal one. (Really not the case though)

And then comes the mischievous and the impertinent ones. They like to be the class gang, will want to know everything going on in the class, will interfere in your work, and even pull your leg to an extent making you feel uncomfortable, and they look somewhat as rude and arrogant. (Again not the case though)

They are just different from each other.

Yes, so I was the front bencher, and I was always immersed, on God knows what, never giving them enough heed. But today this song makes me go back to those days, among those very people who might have pulled my leg someday.

Our class had this huge gang sitting at the back, always playing games inside the class. You name it and they might have played it. But their best game for me was playing ‘Antakshari” Oh they sang such beautiful songs sometimes in the class, but of course it did not end there, obviously they had to add their ‘singing touch’ to it, making the song disturbingly melodious. But it was fun in the end.

So, why this particular song?

They had the talent to destroy this song to such an extent, you could not even think of it. They would literally shout at the top of their voices, sometimes making the teachers from the staff-room come to our class and make them stop singing. And then we would all have a good laugh, not to forget the melodious singers.

They would laugh at their own voice and start singing, yet again.

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So this post is dedicated to those singers of my class, some of whom might be reading this now. I wish them a lifetime of singing talents, but above that, sheer happiness.

 

The Robbed Hope.

 

What is living without hope?

It is, an artist without his art,

A painting without colours.

 

What is living without faith?

It is, a song without the tunes,

And dance without music.

 

What is life without belief?

It is a story without characters,

A story without words.

 

Oh, the robbed hope is back again,

The hope which I had always lived by,

The hope which my spirit held so dear,

It has come out of its hidings.

And that’s how …#10 (Finale)

I just couldn’t leave the same day. Not after everyone bidding us adieu. I simply could not pack my bags again and leave the very day and separate from Miss. B and Miss. R too. So I decided to stay the another day. At least one more day with them. And hence the three girls had a gala time. A girly day with a little shopping spree, movies and all the street food. Food is the best part, right?

 

The day just went by, in a flicker. How can time fly so fast, I mean really, how?

 

And that’s how I left, aloof from everyone. It wasn’t the end though. I was not travelling home. I was travelling to yet another city, four hours away towards east. I have some work there and then finally I will be home.

 

It was time to leave all the fun time behind and get serious about work. I had two back to back scheduled meetings each day. And I had no idea when those two days just flew by and it was time again to travel.

 

By then I was so exhausted that I just wanted to reach home magically. But as I was so, so far away from home that if I traveled by train it could take me more than 36 hours to reach home. And my luck, I did have to travel by train leaving me even more frustrated and exhausted. Not so much fun anymore, right? Specially for a person like me who hates trains. But what could I do except to succumb to it and be stuck in that train for 36 hours.

 

I was left there in the train, missing my brother. My vacation ended and the reality hit back hard. All the fun ended and it was time for routine work.

 

And that’s how I traveled from Jamshedpur to- Kolkata- Ahmedabad- Mumbai- Rajkot- Banugar- Jamnagar- Morbi and then finally back to Jamshedpur. I had the taste of the big city as well as the smallest village, the peace and the havoc, I stressed on work and had the time to enjoy myself too. It was all an excellent experience.

 

A time worth seizing. A lot of memories gathered.

The need for a bedside table!

I lie on the bed with the lights dimmed already, with the temperature of the room set accordingly, and with the novel in my hand, ready to be lost into. In order to avoid any kind of disturbance I put my phone away, on the study table at the far corner (I don’t need it anyway plus it helps me wake up in the morning if it is far away). All set for the perfect ‘alone time’ I start reading the book.

A page or two goes by and then I have something in my mind; a topic on which I feel should write and share it with my fellow bloggers. So I lazily stand up, scribble on a post it and stick it on the wall to remember the next day. So there I slump again on the bed, cuddle against a cold sheets, soothing and yet again I loose myself amidst the fictional world.

This time not even a paragraph goes by when I remember something from the day and again, unwilling I get up, post-it on the wall and return, this time making it sure I would not get up before I complete ten pages.

And so I wait for the ten pages to be done, and hastily get up before I forget to jot it down, and there goes another post it on the wall. This is how my wall is always clustered with post-it for to do lists, for something to share with my blogger friends, and even something that I have to let other people know.

This goes on for a while, until I am tired enough to get up again, after which I unwillingly take my phone with me, so that I at least do not have to get up. After another couple of reminders set on my phone, finally I decide to doze off. It is after all 1:00 AM.

Of course my mind is unwilling to shut down and so I aid to my ear phones, leaving behind my comfy bed, one last time. Somehow amidst the dreams of the story going on in the novel, with the lyrics of the songs and with many other unfiltered thoughts in my mind I doze off, finally.

And that is how my mother finds me often, early in the morning, with music flowing through the earphones and yet scattered somewhere under the pillow, with my phone snoozed off and hidden somewhere between the sheets, and the novel that I would be reading tucked beside me. And every single morning she would wake me with same monotonous say, “Why do you have to sleep with all of these things? Why can’t you just keep them all away on the table?”

And every single time I would say, “I just need a bedside table, mom. It would solve all my lazy problems. You don’t know the struggle of waking up once you are tucked into bed, restfully.”

“Yeah, right! But why do you have to get up in the middle of the night anyway?

A Mesmerizing Night!

It was 2 in the morning and we had just returned to our cottage after performing for a show. Everyone was drenched with tiredness and cravings for the bed were too tempting to resist and yet I was there deprived of sleep, restless and wanting to go out into the open air. I was choked with people and all I wanted was to breathe in isolation. (Too many people in a single room is not my cup of tea)

So there I was silently treading into the hallway. My shushed steps and the fortunately hinged door did not awake anyone but there he was sitting on the stairway listening to music, as if he was there waiting only for me.

Instantly, he put off his earphones and gave me the most beautiful smile that I had seen in a really long time. There were no words and as if it was already assumed, I sat there across him tugging at my scarf.

It was dark. The whole cottage was dark and the only possible light was the moonlight. Honestly, I am not exaggerating any bit of it. The light was barely enough to know who the person is and yet it was more than enough for me. And no, it was not a full moon night 😉

We started talking and we talked and only talked the entire night. We laughed, we made fun of people, we shared our stories and suddenly I could see his face more clearly smiling at me. Well, it wasn’t radiance that came abruptly; it was the sun!

We talked till sunrise and even after that. None of us moved, none of us wanted to leave, at least I think of it that ways and we chattered even more till we expected people to wake up and notice us.

Somehow all the grogginess of the previous day did not matter, what our friends were doing did not matter; all it mattered was the present where I was smiling and making the most of it. I was happy.

I do not know what it was. It wasn’t any bit romantic but after a long time there was someone who made me realise I am not that bad a person, even I could be easy going, even I could be a person with whom someone could share his feelings, that I could be a friend too.

I am glad to have him as a friend and scared too for losing him since I have always lost people that I have cared for. And so with a heavy heart I stood up from there not wanting to leave. But I knew that I had to walk away. The sun had risen. The night was over and it was time to return to the reality.

PS: If only I could tell this to him, all I want is to thank him for being there that night and for being there as my friend when most of the people I know think of me as a selfish and self-centred person. I am super bad at expressing myself to others so I am doing it here.

Dear friend, Thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you for this, also I hope this is not some random friendship for you as it really means something to me.