MDG

After a long perturbation or, you can say an inner cold war in my mind to raise my confidence, I decided to start my pen again. I took out one pen and some pages which already had their one face booked with small stories & poems capable to turn on high morals and motivations in any person. I sat down in my supposed seat and looked at the girl sitting just opposite to me. She made me or, rather I say, forced me to write, write on what I felt.

Hello friends. Yeah, I know, you are now thinking that this guy must be out of his mind, what a nice person he used to be and now he is acting just like a flirt or something, write-ups only for girls and only in just one small meet, tauba tauba tauba. Ha yaar aise to tum thik hi soch rahe ho. I am also thinking that I am becoming that type of person (jaha lerki dekhi nahi ki fishal gaye) but still I think that this change is not complete and long way to go and at this time I am still a good boy, if not better. You do not believe it. Then let me start the story. Aur aise bhi I don't know how, but girls (not every) inspire me to write; like this one goes to my female phone-friend as she liked my previous story very much and asked me write another. About her, I haven't seen her yet. So, I can't tell how she look-like but yeah I talked with her in phone and I do tell you her voice is very charming to ears. She is colleague of one of my good friend of college. And you know what, this class-mate of mine, a tall guy, two front teeth like rabbits, having high self-esteem, nicest person from heart but not mouth (enough praising of a guy, I supposed to praise only girls), forced or rather I say, trapped me to chat with her in the phone. I know his only intention was to make me feel comfortable while talking with girls as at those times I felt afraid to talk with girls. Hence naturally, she is the first girl, I had talked a lot and obviously only in phone (while she paying the bills). Due to her help, now I freely talk to girl. And yet you know how much rude/arrogant I am, I didn't thanks her a single time. It is not that I don't want to but saying thanks just in phone, I don't feel, is a nice way to say thanks. It should be something good and special and I do tell you guys I will make it special. So, let us go ahead in the story.

I had spent a good time (five delighting days) in Delhi and this was day of my return. My mama left me up to New Delhi station. This was my first time, I was going to board in an A.C. Coach (3 tier). After an evening walk up to my couch in sun, I entered the coach and had a little conversation with a elderly person (looking around 65) for my seat. At that moment I felt that my voice was not very pleasing to ears though I was giving him the proper respect. So, I came out of the berth and washed my face and told myself, I should be more kind while talking to elder person. I came back to the berth and took the seat (actually his as he wanted mine).

The train started. In my berth, I was accompanied by one Bengali couple, the elder person and his daughter, and one person from Health Ministry. As an intro to them, the Bengali couple seemed to me as they were around 30-35 and the lady just look like younger sister of one of my aunt. The Health ministry man was around 35-40 looked like an honest person with good thoughts. The elder person who seemed to me as 65 year old was actually a retire headmaster and he was above 70. And the last, the girl, the daughter of elder person, was exactly a type of girl I am looking for years (just by looking), means she got my 50 out of 100 (50 for looking and 50 for character), I think many of you now can imagine how might she look like. So, I think no need for praising her further. But hey hey hey, this is not why I am writing this as I had seen many girl like her, even better and more appealing in looks, so why then? Just go on you will find soon.

It had been half an hour pass the train had started. I was listening to my ipod in fairly loud sound. Suddenly I had seen the little drops rolling down the girl’s cheek just like little droplets accommodate & fall down from a very cold surface when exposed to air. I stopped listening to the song and took out the ear-phone and found that she was sobbing. And other around her, looked at her to see who is sobbing and went back to their usual position. I was looking at her with fixed gaze without her being notice it. Actually I was not able to distract my eyes from her as she was sobbing. She made me feel sorry for her. I wanted to talk to her, console her, make her smile. I just wanted her to stop sobbing. But I was not able to. I felt very miserable for my condition that time as I was not confident enough to console someone sitting next to me, here it’s her. I hated myself a lot. It made me feel low. So, I thought of writing this feeling of mine such that next time I will not do the same mistake and till then acquire some more confidence to console a person in pain sitting next to me. I started writing it.

After some time her sobbing increases, and then I was not able to hold my self back anymore. I stopped my pen and asked her why she was sobbing. But instead of replying my answer she quickly asked me if I could give her some space near her father (as beside her father I was sitting). Her question act just like a switch in my mind and telling her “why not”, I left the seat for her. She sat near her father and then her sobbing converted into crying. She was crying out loud enough to be heard in entire berth.

After some time the god had shown luck on me and I was having ample number of opportunity to talk to her but I was not able to. Actually I don't know how to start or, rather why I should start, as her father seemed like a very good, experience man in consoling. I am nowhere near him. So, I just did shut my mouth up as a good boy and just listen to what her father was telling her. In the middle of consoling her, he also asked some introductory question to me. I think just to distract her thoughts which giving her pain.

She did stop crying but tears were still falling like dew droplets from her eyes. After some time all became silent. Her father ordered for a tea which was just passing by then and which also came with a small toffee/sweetie as they didn’t have the change. So, he offered her the toffee and she did put it in her mouth and start enjoying its taste. You must ask why this very small thing I am mentioning here. Yeah it do related with something I never forget. Wanna know what. Keep patient yaar.

You can’t believe it yaar. Her face when she was enjoying the toffee, was uufff masa allah, became just like a small child who had been tortured/humiliated by his/her friends/classmates and was consoled by giving a toffee by their parents. She was enjoying the toffee and her eyes and cheeks were having the residue of the last rain fall. You can’t imagine how her face and also she was looking that time unless you saw her, sorry observed her. It’s just marvelous. It really made me feel happy to see her like that. And I do tell you guys she was just looking like a child; small, innocent, beautiful, emotional, what else could I write about her, she was just all I want.

After many hours of traveling (actually the 2nd day in train), we talked and there I came to know that she was very emotional, religious, ambitious. In the morning of this 2nd day (before talking to her) I felt that she was again going to cry. So, when we talked I pointed to her cry last day. She told me it’s just personal. On this I told her “I know it’s personal and also I don’t want to know the reason, only thing I want to share that sometimes unknowingly we hurt our dear ones but we never mean it. Actually we are just not able to figure out that this doing / saying of ours may hurt the person in front of us. So, I think it’s worthless to cry and feel sad on something which in reality not meant to hurt us.” (one more stupid thinking of mine, kabhi kabhi to mujhe bhi lagta hai ki me to saamne wale ko ekdom hi bore kar deta hoon apni baato se).

Then after some time they came down from the train and headed to their destination. I just bid them bye. She also left. Now about that numbering system above, yeah she got my rest of the 50 points also which is acquired by very few girls and boys. So, that’s make it 100 out of 100, see how much generous I am in giving the marks. She is one of the very-very-very few girls whom I want in my life or, you can say she is all I wanted in my life; she is my MDG (my dream girl). Yeah she is my dream girl for whom I can only dream but never get in my life (at least her), an ideal dream girl. Did I tell you that why she is ideal dream girl. Nahi na. Actually yaar the main funny part of my story I didn’t write yet, she had sun in her forehead. Didn’t get me? It had been then two months when she already made a knot with someone else. My great-great luck, I met with my dream girl who is already married with someone else (aur wo bhi sirf do mahine pahle, uff, hayere meri chamchamati kismat). I am not saying that she is only one as MDG. I think there are a lot more in this world and someday I will find another, nice thought na. So, for that time I just need to wait and dream.

Bye-bye …keep smiling….just enjoy yaar with all you have …as this is the only one life we are given to live…

Your friend
Santosh kumar Burnwal