some scraps..

“How many times in a month you have wet dream?”Hari, one of my roommates asked seriously one fine Sunday morning. We six friends were just rose from beds. I gave hari a dirty look. He turned away and yawned loudly opening his half-opened eyes. “I hate such kind of dreams, yuck!!” Dev replied him folding his blanket. While I was struggling to squeeze out toothpaste from empty sachet, hari winked at me and asked – “bharu, who is your ‘dream’ girl?” Dev replied quickly– “your grandma, hari”. I confused how to react. Praveen and manju giggled. I heard dastu snoring inside blanket.

When I was in hostel, during my diploma, every Sundays were piece of cake for us. We used to go for second show movie on Saturdays and take sound sleep till next morning up to 9am. In fact, 9am was not our target but we had to wake up early to get breakfast. So hari woke up first and started asking weird questions. He has an awful brain that always develops weird questions. I picked up my cloths and went for bath. While I was bathing, I found my clothes were disappeared. I shocked. I was hanged cloths over door, and somebody has taken those. I knew it is thuku’s job. Thuku was roommate of shrikanth, and he love to give troubles to others.Idecided to teach him a lesson. I finished my bath fast and I saw one hand placing my cloths over the door. Damn! He returned my towel only! At least he could give my underwear back. My blood pressure was reached peak. I did not wait. I wrapped only towel around my waist and rushed in thuku’s room. Thuku and shrikanth were sitting in chairs. Thuku smiled as if he’s so innocent and asked – “what happened?. I shouted angrily –“you don’t want to see me in clothes, right??” Suddenly I shed my towel off!! I told him - “see me now till you satisfy!!” I can’t explain their reactions here. They laughed out loud and begged me to wear anything! Thuku returned my cloths as quick as possible. I smiled back and came to my room. Few minutes later we moved in mess hall. I scanned other’s plate to know what is for breakfast today. My eyes widened as I seen my semi-favorite food was serving. It was ‘vangi bhath’ (brinjal masala rice :p).I loaded up my plate with hungry two and half spoons of vangi bhath. Then we seated around a dining table and began to eat.

Praveen told twisting his brows-“days going so boring, nothing interesting is happening in life”. Yes, I think in the same way sometimes. But what we can do? Dev said- “yeah, everything is boring”. Hari added – “I couldn’t even find a girlfriend in these two years”.We discussed about it till noon and we’d made a terrific plan finally. We decided to rag juniors in the night.Ragging never happened in our hostel. When we were entered the hostel first time, we guessed seniors would rag us. But no such things happened. Anyhow, we were going to make something new that never happened before in our hostel. We approached shrikanth and thuku. They both didn’t even think twice. They agreed with great support. Among the both, shrikanth has great body enough to scare juniors. I doubted how thuku would charge juniors. He is not so tall, besides I never saw him serious before. And I guessed praveen can care those freshmen as he is so height. Hari was experienced in fights and had lot of dare to do the job. I wished I can control my laughter.

After dinner, we friends gathered in our room. Shrikanth wore bunion, short and clutched a water bottle. We all went to hunt fresher and picked one room. Shrikanth knocked the door hard.a thin boy opened the door. We six guys entered the room seriously. Five juniors in the room were sitting in chairs and studying. They looked each other in worry. I closed the door and tightened the bolt…

I will tell you the rest of story in any other post. See you :-)

a rainy evening

                                                   

I was walking on a tar road in a cloudy day. I was alone and i don’t remember where I was going to exactly. Slightly cold wind was blowing against me. I noticed very less people were around. I heard chirping of birds and seen eastern end of sky was turning into red. A dry flower in air came floating towards me and glided near my chest. I tried to touch the flower but it slipped away narrowly. I disappointed and took a deep breathe. The cold air refreshed my soul. I felt more relax. I observed dark clouds covering the entire sky and I guessed it rains shortly. I began to walk slowly and even more slowly.

While I passing by a flowery Gulmohar tree, I noticed a girl in pink walking in my way. I couldn’t see her clearly as she was still far. At that time, wind blew fast for few seconds and so, flowers began to fall from trees. The girl was approaching me and I slowed down my walk once again. I saw many flowers were fallen on her. She took off flowers which fallen on her shoulder. As she approached even more, I tried to recognize her. Oh!! It’s she!! My classmate! I wondered and smiled. She too surprised opening her eyes wide and smiled back.

We stood opposite to each other on the empty road. I tried to speak something. But words were stuck on her thoughts. My vocabulary went empty. She spoke nothing but seemed waiting for my words. After a minute I asked – “how are you?”she replied - “good, and how you doing”. “fine” I said –“you walk daily in this way?”. She replied - “no, I don’t go for walk often, but sometimes” She glanced at the end of the road. Might be she thinking of walking to next cross. But I was thinking how if I ask her for a walk with me? It sounded crazy. But I told myself that this chance never comes again. In fact, all these things are new to me. I was almost dancing in mind because of joy. I scared to ask her. How if she reply - “no thanks, bye”? I really felt sick.

                I thought maybe this is my first and last chance to impress a girl. I decided, I must say something now. Putting my entire dare together, I asked her -” shall we walk together?…for a minute??” She turned and looked at me. I froze. Within next two seconds, a beautiful smile appeared across her face. She replied – “why not? Still I’ve some more time to spend”. I didn’t believe this at first time. But sometimes things go well. This time my luck didn’t break me into pieces. I said yes and we BOTH started walking.

               I could feel the perfume she used and a beauty has established in nature. As I was stepping with her, flowers were appeared more beautiful, and softened wind blew over me with an icy touch. Amazingly, rain has set as if it’s been waiting for this right moment. We ran to a Gulmohar tree for shelter. Who doesn’t fall in love if all this happen? Needless to say, something terrible was happened to me for the first time. Like tsunami, something was wiped out seashore of my heart. I scared to believe I was in love. I saw her face. She looked more beautiful than ever before. Her beautiful eyes were expecting something. I wished to hold her hand. My hands were shivering. I told her name softly. She said “yeah?” I didn’t reply. I held my breath. My hand moved towards her hand and I froze as I touched her hand!…

                 “Maga, wake up yar. See I already brushing my teeth”. My roommate shouted as he was pulling my hand .I opened my eyes heavily and looked him. He was holding a toothbrush in his hand. Damn it!!! I screamed – “what a damn bad dream!!!” I never thought of this kind of creepy scenes! The whole weird dream was about Love as in old hindi films.I simply walked into bathroom like nothing has happened:-p

 A scary evening and a walk with a girl … eek!! If I have such an evening in real, I would have sleep deadly in my room instead going for a walk and meet a girl. Ha ha … really funny dream it was.The girl is my classmate. But I didn’t even see her more than two times and there’s no any sort of crush or something on her. I don’t remember how I know her name. But I wonder why should I have dreamt it when I don’t like all those stuffs?? . Whatever, but I enjoyed the dream ((blushing)). It was like a cute story. Like a teddy for a kid. I realized my heart was beating loudly even after I woke up. What the hell was that?? . I don’t know. See you!

Petals between pages

              It was 7.30am when alarm clock woke me up in this morning. I felt a sudden anger rushed in me as my innocent clock said I have only 15 minutes to get ready for the classes. My eyes were unable to open and I had to apply lot of force on them to do so.I hate waking up in the early mornings since my birth. It’s really undesirable to me. But I didn’t want my lecturers screw me again. So I pushed myself up.

              I felt jealous as I realized my roommate doesn’t have classes this morning. He was sleeping as if he’s dead tired. I took a short shower as quick as possible (or I just acted like I was taking bath).Then I picked up a shirt which is less dirty among all. And wore dark color jeans pant (I prefer dark jeans usually, because dark shade hides dirtiness). While I combing my ’never-soft’ hairs, my roommate murmured -“turn off the lamp before u leave, buddy”. I stared at him for a while and shut the door behind me and left.

             I was heading to college. It takes only 5 minutes to reach my classroom.I turned around. So many students were going to their classes. It looked as if hundreds of colorful petals from different flowers floating together. I saw my friends on the way. They threw smiles at me. I smiled back. Staring in my eyes, one of my friend teased me-“dude, it seems you’ve studied whole night, didn’t you??” I chuckled and remembered how I was playing a military game throughout the night! I replied him – “oh yeah, I studied how to hit headshot!” .I entered my classroom as he said bye.

             I took my seat in the last row. I usually choose last but one row beside wall. The place where I sit in class is matters me a lot. If I sit in right end of the bench means I should be alert throughout the class and should take down notes neatly and solve every problem. Because there’s a chance of lecturer walk beside me and insult me over my silly mistakes. Well, this time I seated in last place as I seen all other places were filled. Finally, lecturer entered making his face so serious, as if he’s going to discuss some military secrets. I unzipped my bag and drag out a notebook. A Mickey Mouse picture on the notebook has filled my eyes and all those characters began to march fast in my mind. Mickey, Minnie, goofy,Pluto,Uncle Donald duck, Daisy duck were like friends in my childhood. I loved them tons and many times I thought of meet them. I dreamt them too. Then jungle book’s Mowgli was flying by a rope (not a rope) and disappeared in forest…

             Ouch!! I fell back to real world as my friend poked me when sir shouted my roll number twice. I stood suddenly and shouted back - “yes sir!” Lecturer stared at me as if i stolen his delicate things. I couldn’t handle his look. I looked down and I tried to imagine his face. Instead of his face, Mickey Mouse came smiling in my mind! I couldn’t resist smiling happily

need a title

           I think I need a title for this post. But I’m not getting any words which would match. It looks this whole post must be a title, and the contents of it would be in two words. Whatsoever, matter in the post is important, not the title. Well, it’s not my very first blog. Two years ago I signed up at a blog site, since then I could post only once. I don’t even follow any blogs and I don’t know exactly how a blog works. But it appears comfortable to share things out of my mind. It’s far better than keeping a diary and inking every thought on pages. My early work on this was a diary which I’ve written in coded language, so that no other can read it. I mentioned it only because now I wonder I’m going to share everything to the world.


           So, why i write?? It’s kind of tough question to answer. I think I like to write because I love to read. Every time I finish reading a book, in very next seconds I wish I could be a writer. As far as I know, reading pleases me and helps me to fetch whatever I want to seek out. Googling can do this as it is very fast and quick. Same way, after few moments I lose interest very fast and quick. The reason is I feel better with paper than with pc screen. Also, as I said before, blogging is interesting than writing pieces on paper. Perhaps, the answer for why I write is just I can’t keep quiet. Something urges in me to scream out something. I just can’t handle hide it. But it doesn’t mean I reveal all about me here. I just guess this is my diary, more or less.


           Now, another question comes in mind. What are the things I need to write here? Oh I can’t face these all questions. I better write whatever I want to write. There are thousand nice things to write about. But it’s hard to choose the nicest. So I write down a poem here. I wrote it a month ago, and soon it is going to publish in our college magazine. Have a look.


                                                                   The rain

                                                   Dark clouds pouring pearly droplets
                                               Birds with their kids are back to the nests
                                                    earth is giving off pleasant smell
                                                and it’s hard to explain how does it feel!

                                                   Raindrop touched a petal of rose
                                                petal blushed away! Oh, then it froze
                                                 leaves are smiled and turned away
                                                  they thought of raining every day!

                                                   raining please us in blissful way
                                                and can be emotional in some way
                                                 Eyes and sky both oozes droplets
                                                   yes! It’s one of nature's secrets!


         I afraid you would laugh after reading the above poem. Yes, the poem looks like children rhyme. But I love it. And I afraid my friends would laugh at me if they read it. That’s why I did not show this poem to friends yet and even I did not tell them about this. Moreover, I afraid how if they think poems are just junk?? .Let me see what happens. I just don’t bother at all. I will be back with new things. See you :)