SLAMBOOK

Bhurrr….bhurr….bhurr…bhurrr….

“What the hell”. It was my mobile buzzing. Initially I couldn't remember why I set an alarm as early as 4.30 in morning.

“oh shit!!” the reason then come gushing in my mind.

“She is leaving today. I must hurry!!”

Well it was advent of summer still i could fell the chills that early in morning as I left my place. Destination being Nagpur railway station, sights and scene of Nagpur in night is to die for.. Her train was departing from platform 1, AC boggy number 3. Just to be sure I called her up even though the platform was relatively empty with few people & surprisingly clean too.

And there she was! Wearing super fit jeans, shoes and double layered jacket. She looked fat in them but trust me she not at all fat. She could make any girl feel conscious about herself. She was short, fit and cute. Looking at her smiling would make me thank god everyday for sending her in my life.

Her father an army intelligence officer was also present there. God ! he always made me feel uncomfortable. There were many qualities unique to her which transpired into me too. Like the way we use to fight for the last bit of already melted kulfi. And those fight were intense and serious and a regular phenomenon. It feels really stupid now when I look back on those fights. Another thing that used to annoy me a lot was whenever we had indulged in pani-puri feasts she somehow used to manage her way out to pay the bill. This used to really piss me off. The only way for me to pay those bills was by doing an advance payments.

“Jesus Christ she was such a jerk”

There is something about these army daughters that excites me a lot. But she was way too cute to be a typical army daughter. There was this one instant when we were reading our sign-outs. I think it was the scene rather than what was written that made her senti. A black puppy somehow managed to get his head stuck in a plastic bottle and he was screaming.

She wanted to help him but she was too scared to get near that puppy. Scared and concerned at the same time. When I went ahead to help him she started screaming and crying.

“oh my god! Stop it you stupid you are hurting him…” first and then “jaldi …karo…jaldi..karo”.

The puppy was dirty and I somehow managed to get his head out of it and threw the bottle after crushing it.

And when I turned towards her she was socked in tears and crying like hell

“stop crying… or should I buy you a lollipop” I laughed.

As I approached her she slapped me and hugged me.

“That was really stupid, you idiot” she continued.

“well it worked na?” I asked

Then she wiped her tears on my shirt and sleeves and sucked her nose in.

Later she said “this is a very nice shirt. White color suits you.”

“ha ha ha…it was…. Teri lollipop pakki ho gayi” I laughed.

“but your deodorant is really pathetic” she murmured.

“well that’s the dog smell” I whispered and she slapped me hard in arm and was laughing while crying at the same time like a baby. Amazing days I tell you they were.

While remembering these stories I say her army intelligence father starring at me. Trust me these army guys are good in what they do. Well coming back to present the main reason for me being there was to get my SLAMBOOK back from her. we talked a little and then it was time. She bid farewell buy hugging her parents and just said BYE to me after giving me my SLAMBOOK.

“that’s way too simple to say bye” I thought.

To my surprise when I open it it was all filled up. I was so happy and glad.

The last two lines written in it was

THE SHIRT WAS ACTUALLY NICE !!!.....AND THE DOGGY ODORED GUY IN IT TOO. WHERE YOU HITTING ON ME???

Rest is not important. I had already started to miss her and train hadn’t even left the platform.

Will miss you all guys. This one special is dedicated to those entire how shared my life and making it what it is today “A SLAMBOOK FILLED WITH EXPRESSION OF HAPPINESS”.

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SUMMER CALLING!!

Cold days have almost bid farewell to us and things are really starting to get heated up. If you ask me the best nights are summer nights. Why? I don’t know maybe they have a real cozy feeling about them. These were the thoughts that started to trickle in my mind while I was sitting on the lawn of my college.
I never really understood why people never sat on them. They are not that bad. There was a strong breeze of warm air a little higher from the green mate and a cold and addictive soft wind near to the green grass surface and as I starred towards the college building from a place I have never seen it, it was mesmerizing.
But it felt different. The type of feeling you get when you know things are moving ahead. Just how you feel when you look at the second’s arms of the clock that you are wearing when it’s ticking. Exactly the same feeling is brought about by summer.
For some summer means ice-cream, cold drinks, nimbu pani, exams, vacations, sweat and cooler. Yes its exactly the same thing but if you ask me, this time SUMMER means TRANSITION.
A time when even trees let go of there old leaves. Summer is nature’s way of indication that’s its time to let go of old things and preparing to welcome new and fresh things. That’s why I said summer means transition, when we migrate from old and welcome new.
This how you feel when you are writing on a page and last 4-5 lines is left. Kind of a dilemmatic situation where you don’t want to write further more on that page as you know new page is just a turn away where you can start fresh and neat. On the contrary you don’t want to exit that current page as it hold memories of past. I refer such feeling as SUMMER CALLING!!!
The significance of summer in our life is like the significance of a candle in a dark room. The candle itself is very small as compared to the vast darkness and size of the room.
On the other hand although a candle separately has a very minimal effect but when its taken in a dark room its value surprisingly increases. It eliminates darkness subtlety but effectively where it is taken.
Such is the importance of summer in life cycle of earth.
It enhances the importance of winter and monsoon. A feature no other season is gifted with. Strangely it’s neither as loud and as dramatic as the monsoon nor as demanding and dull as winter.
Summer is subtle. No doubt it’s harsh and strict too but it doesn’t mind when you pray for rain and cold winds in his kingdom.
Summer is hot and magical. You will feel its magic working.
Don’t hate summer! It’s a catalyst for other seasons.
Happy birthday to me!!
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