.............tRibuTe.................

I am telling you a story. The very first day of boarding school, there was this guy...............bit nervous, afraid of coming moments and.......and trembling a lot. Noisy and crowded atmosphere around was even not enough to bring some smile to him, though it was making him feel ill at ease. He was so much frightened that on reaching his room after his parents left him, he fell.......vomited on his bed and caught fever. The person who came for the rescue operation.........yeah, it was not less than a rescue operation, was supposed to be his classmate and was allotted bed just next to this poor fellow. The first day in school and two strangers were no more strangers. They became friends.

The guy who fell sick was no other than me and the rescue man was Ajay.........a cute and helpful guy and I was the first one among my class to have his helping hand.

There was something common among us. We were very much interested rather devoted to sports. We started playing and quarreling together. He was the one with whom I had fought many a times. The competition for coming out superior than each other organized free wrestling events for other friends and the audiences were entertained always without even paying. Either it was hundred meter race or cricket, playground or room everywhere, for everything we argued. This was the chemistry between us. In spite of all this, we were friends. Whenever we played match with seniors, we made a lot of strategies together, even fixing the fielding positions with pen and paper together in our room on the previous night of the match.

He also used to feel same for me as he wrote....... (Something from, what he wrote in my diary)

Maine 6^th class me sabse pahle tum se hi dosti ki. Hum logo ka bed aas-pas raha aur hum shuru se hi sports mein interested the. Aur shuru-shuru mein jhagra bhi bahut hota tha lekin sayad ye humara larakpan tha aur humdono hi ekdusre k bare mein jyada nahi jante the.Bahut hi maja aata tha jab humlog match khelte the aur tum spin bowling karte the aur sabse pahla match jab humlog seniors se jeete the tub tum hi us match ke hero the.Mai wo match jeet kar bahut khush hua tha really aur fir humare beech khub competition hota tha achha khelne k liye.

He always shared a good relation with seniors and with him I started my interaction with seniors. We were in tenth std when he shifted from Raman house to Siddhartha house for last three months. I was in Siddhartha house.

During my school days there was a girl who used to be at top on my crush list. But she was transferred for 1 yr to another school when I was in tenth, and the outcome.............I became restricted to very few activities (no more MD, no more MF). But Ajay had started seeing a girl and we were busy discussing many a things. We used to call him AFTAB that time. We prepared together for the exams, but never missed a chance to do the stuffs, we liked the most. I along with santosh, Chandan, Rajan and of course Ajay played almost every game and touched every court present in our campus.

There is an incident......................very funny but interesting.

Our first pre-board exams were over and on 26^th of January we had to play the opening match of the tournament being organized at our school ground. Ajay, I and Chandan were supposed to represent our school team. The opponent team had arrived but three of us were not even put our jersey. Coz in morning we were reproached by our chemistry sir.............very badly. PT sir told us that he would talk with Sharma sir (chem. Teacher). We came to the ground fully prepared and totally assured by PT sir (Tiwari sir) but one more problem was waiting for us, there. This time this was Yadav sir (Maths teacher) with a stick standing in one corner of the ground and waiting for us very patiently along with other spectators. The spectators were waiting to see players in action and sir was waiting for action against the players (three of us). We gave Yadav sir a tough run. We hide behind the scoreboard and appeared in ground only when the toss was over and play started.

Ajay had a dream of playing cricket for India like other two third of teenagers of this country. I was also not an exception. He was the keeper-batsman of our team. From his pen.......hum sapne mein kabhi-kabhi majak mein dekhte hai ki hum aur tum dono ek hi saath indian cricket team mein khel rahe hai. Khair sapna to sapna hi hai Pr impossible to kuchh bhi nahi hai. This was he, with never dyeing attitude and full of enthusiasm. I remember one match when we were playing District league and while chasing we were eight down with 40-50 runs more required for win. He went to bat and told PT sir, “sir dekhiyega ab hum jeet kr hi aayenge” and we won that match.

It was a coincident or what, I dnno but it was true that we were like complimentary to each other in many games. He was my TT and Carom partner in doubles. We used to play Volleyball from same place. So we played Smasher and Booster one by one. We were together representing Patna region at the school nationals (basketball) at kapurthala.

We really had a great time together. After our 12^th he left for Delhi and almost settled there. We were almost same in build but during one of my Delhi visits I found him one and half times of old Ajay. He had a very cute face and with this build he was a complete package for *****.

On my birthday he called me and we had a very long chat..........obviously we were trapped again in our school days.

19^th October...................

I was going to play cricket. Dint enjoyed diwali yesterday as no one among our group was as much cheerful that much we used to be. There was a call from Santosh . I was in my midway to college. I received the call and get this unpleasant news. He told, “Kp, Ajay is no more”. For an instant I dint understand what he said, but when I realized what he had said, I felt like, no more energy left in me. My feet were trembling. I sat there, near the junior hostel and inquired further on the phone but even my sound was not coming clearly. Till night I was waiting for a call......... (If someone would've called me to tell that this was a crap, a pure joke). But neither the GOD keeps mobile phone nor they crack jokes. Tomorrow morning I found a scrap from animesh (I lost someone who was very dear to me) and in a second, all my hopes vanished.

Is this the way..........we had planned about us. How much we had thought ......the future get-togethers, picnics, a TT board in our house, an indoor facility to play cricket in night and .................many a things and yet the things haven’t started off and you left us.

Why..............?

Perhaps, GOD loved you more than anybody among us. You had created a void, and no one among us can complete full story of their life without you, as a big part is always intertwined with you. Whenever someone talks about friends or school days or even combination in game it’s very hard for me to bind my tears. The prevailing feeling now is to meet my friends and loved ones as soon as I get time. I even had dreams of them and school from some days.

Ajay I dnt know whether it’s good for me or bad but the thing is that I cnt forget you. Our paths had crossed as many times in those seven years we spent together and our lives had as much unkemptly tied that rearranging it is simply impossible. If there is ur's kp and there is sports, u cnt be forgotten. We‘ll miss you always.

Ek pal ehsaas ban k aatey ho, Aur dusre pal khwaab ban k urr jatey ho

Yeh maloom hai ki tanhai se darr hai hamey, Phir bhi baar baar tanha chhor jatey ho

"Miss You"

A lonely saturdaY

This time while sitting beside the window watching leaves of a tree being soaked by rain water, I felt a sheer loneliness. Wet monsoony air filling my lungs seemed to bring some relief. I get nearer to window to have more of it. They are playing Bengali songs (Puja songs). Bengalis are very Festive, so much of fanfare there. Guys had gone for JSPL, so no more hanging around. JSPL i.e. Jindal Steel premier league like other premier leagues emerging from everywhere.

So I was finding ways to sort out my loneliness. Gtalk, not a good option either. I should penned down something ....... something from my vacation, I thought. I spent this vacation in the manner, ‘m not use to be. Man is a social creature and I am also not an exception. But I think up to some extent I like being in group the most than friends around me.

I find myself good at reading peoples and their behaviour. But this time....this happened. I learnt that ..................yet I have to learn a lot. The one thing which I missed throughout my college life is the compatibility level of peoples, of which I was used to in my school days. After completing my four years almost, yet I am unable to identify the faces around me. And this time “Jor ka jhatka jara jor se laga hai”. May be being professional or practical have something to do with it I dnno, but it’s true. Friendship is the relation which is fully and solely depends upon the persons related. No one interferes while you are choosing your friends. You‘ll be credited for all good outcomes but you have to accept its evils also. Any way “ye mere dost hain aur inhe maine choose kiya hai”. During hours of my friendship tutorial, I certainly missed some people, my sis and some of my friends .........especially one who behaves as a sink to me.

This was the first ever DP when I was not at my home. Although I am not very fond of being at home, as I don’t have a single friend there in spite I missed faces at home very much. Either going for morning walk with papa or irritating mom with my activities in kitchen, going for chaat aur samosa with my sweet lovely sister or being webbed in stupid questions of my younger brother, I missed all those stuffs. Why I bunked my vacation this time? Till now I’ve not figured it out. I haven’t spent much time with them since some years.

Apart from feeling hard also played hard in these off hours. Sometimes cricket then after Basketball followed by Table-tennis and tired myself a lot. May be feeling like covering for India’s disappointing CT campaign in South Africa. Bhul gaye kya................it happens man. Anyway, better luck next time.

Ufffff.............

Someone is shouting. It's ashu........yeaaa, ok.

It’s time for table-tennis now. Gotta go, but’ll be back soon with a brand new post.

..... a tRaGicaL evEniNg.....

It’s a sound feeling to have some good responses for my first post. So I feel really excited to be back to blogging.....something I am really enjoying during my vacation.
This post is more about reminiscing memories of our college fest ........the one we attended when we were in 1st Yr. The last day slot was fixed for EUPHORIA.... (band).
..............But I want to share some of those Pre-euphoric moments we had while we were waiting for the Boom by their Dhoom (one of their hit song) . We were so much excited that - we finally ended up at a Bar trying to catch up with the mood. This time there was M wd two Ss (non deps) and me. None, among us was a regular, so we planned.... to stand on our own feet.... after the drink. Our conscious drinking soon get finished with some bottles of B*** and little bit of ******. But we were still smoking.
Sometimes, I think what had happened if I dint force them to sit for a while and lit Cig.........(After ending our drinks). Perhaps, I might not get these things to share.
So we were still covered in smoky clouds, all of a sudden someone shouted........
Prp sir. It was M (quick....as always) ....trying hard to conceal his nervousness.
He was there........our HOD sir, with two other HODs.
I felt like I was falling from height. We quickly hide our Cigs but still there were B*** mugs kept on the table and smoke coming out from our fists. The earth’s gravitational pull has increased, I thought. The half drowsiness and the shame for being caught like this were pulling my head downward. I dragged the cig pack from the table and slipped it to my pocket.
Suddenly something very funny happened. One S lifted the water jug to put the water into glass. But his hand was dancing........and we couldn’t help laughing.
It’s tough 4anyone to control him from laughing and after 3-4 pegs it is simply impossible. But we finally succeeded to confine our laughter to simple smiles. We waited for the bill, payed, and left for the exit. No one even dared to take a glance upon them.
Today forever I would recall that day as the day when I migrate to the other world, the world of notorious recognition.
What if..............they had punished us there and........and as a punishment, we were told to join their table.
Hmmmmmmm..............shhhhhhhhhh................
Sorry..........
I was full up to my quota.

...A narrow escape...

At least for me this was one of the amusing experience, I have ever had. Although I was not there where the incident took place, but with the facility like “Abbey-abbey pata hai kya hua”........................., its not tough to collect the information about all the happenings.

A day from 2^nd week of September 09............. as far as I remember.

The movements around the campus were not normal as a company was supposed to come for the 4^th yr guys. Some of my buddies...were doing something creative........(probably volunteering for tech-fest) with the junis. There was my roomy ‘S’ along with ‘M’ and ‘A’, Our hotshots but pretty cool guys, hovering between the departments. The most reverend, the most respected one of our Proffy was there to welcome them. They were not in proper college uniform....jss maintaining the legacy of seniors.

We the seniors find, wearing jeans with uniform’s shirt, quite helpful to get ourselves acquainted as seniors among the masses.

This Proffy, Let’s call him Mr. ‘X’, keeps a close watch on the rebels like these. I Dnno , has he something special or what but as far as I found , he has a good sum of affection with some special lot, and frankly speaking the lot belongs to us .

So he caught the guys, somewhere near Engg science dept.

“U guys.....come here”, he shouted.

Don’t u even bother to put proper uniform .

He asked for a piece of paper from their notebook to write down their names. S replied, “Sir! this one is my fair copy , I can’t give u the page”.

While I am yet to figure out any specific reason for ‘S’ being nonsense at that particular moment , what I have definitely figured out is that he almost had his head chopped off, at that moment.

M took a page from his notebook and handed him quickly, a quick fix. All of sudden, he (X) found something eye catching in the hand of S. There was a KARA (steel bracelet) one from the triplet we b***** some days back.

“What is it, put it out”, he said.

My mother has brought it from a temple and told me not to put it out, S replied.

I have hundreds of them, next was the Proffy to charge.

U put it out or should I call ur’s HOD.

The drama came to an end. S apologised and half heartedly put out the bracelet. We were waiting for some exciting stuffs from him and so he didn’t disappoint us. He came and told full story......of course with mixed spices. Now he is planning to ask Mr. X for his bangle...............ooops bracelet.