Why? Why sometimes life is so hard to live, days seems like years & sometime we think the moment, the day would have lasted for the eternity and these moments passes like a flash but have a lifetime impact on our memory. Moreover, same situations make us feel differently like in some moments of our life, we feel pain being lonely and sometimes we enjoy being alone. Sometimes giving something to someone returns back to us instantaneously in many folds and sometimes it takes too long.
Hello, friends. Now you think ‘kya ho
This is also some sort of special day in my life when I did something new, something crazy that I never thought of doing in my past, just to embrace every aspect of life when it comes. What had I done? Nothing great yaar, I am not a great person and never did any great things and neither willing to do such things. I am just a simple, normal, common guy who want to taste every part of life whether its pain or, happiness because both are equally important. Bari-bari baatein, kitna achcha lagta hai na sunne me. Enough for now I must stop delivering my heavy thoughts and start writing something interesting, for which I have taken this pain of writing.
This story is related to first day of our last weekend examinations, my first exam in IITK. After attending my first exam in IITK, I was returning to my hall of residence (the hostel in IITK which has the 1st impression in my mind as of a big HOSPITAL), thinking of picking my usual long way (the road which also has GH in its way) but as we all know things never happen the way we plan for them. Just before my exit from academic building gate, I saw her. Um-hm keep patience yaar, I will. So, yeah, first thinking came in my mind ‘ok leave her she must be going for giving her exam.’ But you know, ye dil, is par to meri bus kya truck bhi nahi chalti hai. So, I followed her to her room of destination (examination hall). She…... I am not saying she is the most gorgeous girl in the college campus neither do I care, but there is something special in her. That is her smile. When I first met rather saw her, she was wearing a very fine smile on her face which shows her good, friendly nature. In a nut shell I will describe her as a girl jiski aakhein jheel ki tarah aur chehre par smile to Id ke chaand ki tarah (fine, beautiful and sacred). Aur kya describe karo kafi nahi hai kya?
She entered in room meant for judging one’s remembering/mugging capability. I wanted to talk to her but as she was going for her exam, I thought not to disturb her. So, I decided to head back to my supposed destination. But all of a sudden I felt something, something was not convincing to me at this time. This time I didn’t find the most beautiful part of her, her smile. So, I decided to leave her a message about it. I just wrote something in a piece of paper and put it in the bucket of her bicycle and came back to my Hall. And there a thought hit my head with lightening speed. What a childish work had I done? What she will think of me. So, I decided to go back and remove that piece of paper from the bucket. I do went there, came near to her bicycle, saw the poor paper in the bucket which (paper) was then accompanied by a grasshopper but I removed neither that paper nor that grasshopper from the bucket because another thought crash landed in my head. Amazed, don’t worry, different thoughts keep on hitting my head that’s why I hardly could make up my mind to do anything. Yeah about the 2nd thought, I was thinking the other aspects of my message to her and ‘what she would think of anonymous guy who like her smile’, became irrelevant to me and just vanished like those were never in my mind. I wanted to see her reaction to that piece of paper and that grasshopper. So, I did a little search operation there (around her bicycle) for a place from where I could see her without being seen. And fortunately I did find one finest location very near to her bicycle as I required.
Its still 10 minutes left before her exam would end. And the seconds were appearing like hours to me. I always hated waiting for someone because it requires a lot of energy and patience which I lack (later one). Still I did it with the help of few songs & …….What? Everything you want to know. Alright, it was with the help of few songs and watching another girl (having appealing look) standing 20 m from me.
She came out of her examination room with one of her friend and headed towards her bicycle. The moment was just near to me for which I had waited for 10 long minutes. I took my position in that discovered place. She came near to her bicycle, pick the paper read it for a while with a serious expression on her face (perhaps read it twice or trice to verify that the written things were really written in that piece of paper). And then, the very long awaited moment, for which the whole thing was done, a big smile rolled over her face. In that moment I realized that the stupid, childish idea of writing in the paper really works. She showed that paper to her friend and they both smiled or perhaps laughed but I did not bother as my idea was to make her smile and I was successful. She then looked at the poor fellow in her bucket (the grasshopper), took it and tossed it to her friend just to make more fun. They laughed and talked for a while and then started walking towards the exit gate of the academic building.
I came down with the thought that ‘yeah not bad at least it was better than nothing’, took my bicycle and headed toward the ShopC, just to wander a little more and thinking more about her. It started raining while my return journey (in the usual road of travel of mine) to my Hall. I love rain and drenching in rain is just like heaven to me. On my way I saw another girl walking alone in the rain near GH. It looked like she was crying, her face was so sad. I ……………..Hey, It’s already 2:00 A.M. I have another exam tomorrow means today. I haven’t read anything yet. I have to sleep now. Sorry guys, time is not allowing me to give anymore discussion on this girl.
Bye-bye ……………………Keep smiling ……….And ……… choro yaar tum to jante hi ho….
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S K Burnwal
