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 6th 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 26th 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 12th 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.
19th 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"
