Love Bug..

"Do you love her?" was the question.

"Ofcourse I do", he said rasing is eyebrows

"okk then, if this is so sing a song for her", he chuckled.

Quite embarassed with this demand he nodded his head and said,"Noooo I cant she is near!!

"Oh come on, sing, if you are a man! and if you truly love her", he provocked his emotion.

I was just walking behind the two friends and focusing on their live conversation.

"Ok!", he said and gatherer few pebbles of courage and started.

"Teri Addayon per Marta Hun , Love Tujhe Love mein karta hun"

And a 75mm blushing smile on his face, back-slapped by his tutor.

The Lover and the tutor were standard 1st student trying to impress a girl.

And I was impressed at his courage, innocence, and his poem recitation (though a song but was sung as a poem).

The Love being so innocent and unconditional in this part.

Another mind blowing and heart throbbing story was witnessed by me, when I was in class 7th in KV, Dipatoli, Ranchi.

I was new to that school. It was a leisure period when we heard a squeal of dialogging in the corridor. We rushed towards the door.

"Ahhh! Please accept me, I realy love You". He said face buried in his palm.

"Don't be a fool, it's impossible," She said (very familiar phrase among girls)

Ohh another choti si love story, I was quite amazed to see my junior falling in love.

Falling in Love is awfully simple;but falling out of love is simply awful( Source unknown :))

Something similar happened with this love story too.

"Oh! so you are not gonna agree", suddenly he turned furious.

What next!, we all were popping our brain buried inside our head, with our eyes and mouth wide open in dismay.

"NOOOOOO", she screamed sharply

"Ok fine, now nobody can stop me to make you mine", and alas! he cut his finger.

The oozing brick colored blood, no idea of which group,he poured few micro milli liter of haemoglobinated blood on her head.

"Now you are married to me",he said with a crooked smile.

"ahhhhhnnnnn!!", the girl started crying not because she was leaving her parent's home, but beacuse she was miffed by his act.

We all were drum struck with our mouth and eyes wide open in the same manner as earlier.

chhtaak!! exactly was the sound, a tight slap on his face, and she walked away giving the best marriage gift to him.

Again we were drumb struck in the same position but with increased width.

Soon the crowd was overcrowded. And principal was present at the crime scene.

Get inside all of you,except you", she shouted.

"What the hell you think you are doing here", she shouted holding him by hair,revolving his head on its own axis.

"Do you think some kind of movie is going on here, she shouted again," and you are hero of that movie?"

"Toady the Hero will get his film fare award", said a voice from behind with a giggle.

And do you all know why god has created gaps between our fingers......?

So that the principal can hold the hair tightly and slap around the cheeks of the convict.

12345... one after another.

Anyways, the whole episode ended most probably by resticating the boy from the school? (Don't remember exactly) :)

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.:)

-- Fulton J. Sheen

In Search of Gold....

"Shall we able to make it?"I asked.

"Why not? if you have guts to do so", said my elder sister.

Childhood days were quite exciting and sometime adventurous for me and my sister who is my best buddy. The trip to the mountain with my sister and two other gals still refresh my mind, when I was hardly 5 years old. Dad was posted to Palmpur in Himachal Pradesh those days. A place of beauty one can ever describe in words. I could view the beautiful snow covered mountain range standing right on my house Varanda. Me and my sister once made a plan to explore those mountains. She was greatly influenced by the adventurous stories in comic and I was by her. I still remember the night before the trip.

I asked my sis," dii will we get gold there on the top of those majestic mountain range?"

" Yes", she nodded , "we will dig the snow mountain and once we get the gold we will stand on the highest range and will scream,'mom look here we got gold for you",said waving her hand in air.

(for my mom to see from house to himalayas would have certainly required a high power telescope). I remember how happy and excited I felt and clanged to my sister and slept.The next whole day we both were planing on how to reach our target till noon.And after the lunch when mother was asleep, we were ready for our adventure, and were soon accompanied by our two friends who were also sister Nami and Sami( if I remember correctly). My sister packed some biscuit and few chapatti and pickle in case the trip was long.

Hence, we headed towards in search of gold. It was somewhere around 3 pm when we reached near the foot of the hill. It was covered with pine trees and thorny bushes. "

Where’s the glacier mountain", I asked my sister.

"You are real dumb", she said "have patient we have to walk a long distance to reach there", and they three had a hearty laugh. Soon we reached a small fountain running from the top of the rocks, we rested there for few minutes. My mind was full of question and doubts, but the fear of humiliation prevented me to ask them. But I was unable to hold back my query and and its always said that if you ask a question you are a fool for few seconds and if you never ask a question you are fool for ever, so at last asked,

" dii how we will dig the mountain and will we carry such a huge quantity gold found?"

She smiled and took out two sharp knife and said, "babuyi "(Appellation given by my big brother to me) I have come prepared".

" Ohh so we gonna dig with knife and what about the carry bags?" I questioned again examining the two vegetable cutting knife .

" Well, lets see we will put some in our pockets and some in this carry bag".

Soon we reached the foot of the hill.It was growing dark and trees became more denser than on the road side. Me and the other little girl was quite afraid to move forward and hold the hands very tightly.

Suddenly we could hear the howling of the jackal, which made us drenched in sweat from top to bottom. I suddenly started crying mummyyyyyyy!!!!,

accompanied by other gal and I don’t remember about the two elder gals as my eyes were flooded with tears of fear. My sister hold my hand and screamed ,

"runnnnnnnnnnnnnn quickkkkkkkkkkk".

And there we flew not towards the glacier but towards the home but alas! we were lost in the forest of pine trees. Now we four started sobbing and gold was no more glittering in our heads. Luckily a village boy happened to pass by that side and he was surprised and astonished to see us there. He showed the way and advice us to come in the day light. But I didn’t like his idea. Soon we reached home, mom was folding cloths. I just embraced my mom and she surprisingly asked,

"what happened dear?".

My sister showed her big eyes not to utter a single word of our plan or else she would have got a good amount of beating for two reason firstly she was elder and secondly it was purely her idea. Idint want to loose my best friend hence kept quite. That night I asked my sister, "

dii wat about our gold?"

She said ,"we could have done it but why u stared crying? You coward!"

and slept turning her face.

"But dii its u who said run so I ran".And there was no answer after that.

Toady my sister is married with two kids and one fine day when I asked her why she didnt said anything that night. she laughed and said,"

because I was more frighten than u, but didn’t want to lose my superiority over u."

I didn't woke up your Wife.

Statutory Information: Based on true story. The names and location are true and are not been changed. Any similarity with the story is quite possible. This can happene with anyone.

Uhaaaaan...... itching noise loud enough to tear my ear drums. I blinked with my drowsy eyes and saw a baby was irritated by something and the reflex action was his peculiar cry, which was making a chemical reaction in my brain’s ear cell. I was on my way to Hyderabad after a long vacation. It was quite hot and on top of that a last minute ticket seat (Tatkal) was adding fuel to the fire to the hot environment. And the worst of all was summer vacation of school.The train was full of all aged kids. I was cursing myself for scheduling my ticket on this day.

Anyways ‘jab okhali mein sar diya to musal se darna kya’. I was unable to sleep so decided to sit beside the window and enjoy the scene outside. As I was cursing the railway department for allotting me a passage seat and Mamata Banerjee for being our railway minister, when a kid who was swinging in to and fro motion hit me. Ouuuuuch my finger I cried and he giggled. I broaden my eyes least he should be frighten but he showed much bigger eyes then mine and swing his tongue in the same manner as he was swinging –to and fro motion, how could he apply motion theory to his tongue also? Suddenly his brother started crying for no reasons (children generally cry for no reasons) and one more kid accompanied him who was just sitting beside me. I felt like joining them so that the music could become somewhat melodious. crying is a type of communicable disease like yawing for children.

Whole day mothers were busy complaining either to their husband or to the fellow women about their mother in law, and all sorts of serial stuff, and daily soap of star plus. Leaving their kids for me, just to proof motion theory, noise theory, irritating theory and all the theories of Science. So i thought, let me apply maths theory, let us assume that there are no kids, which implies I am relaxed and sitting peacefully, which implies that summer vacation are going on and there are lots of kids in my cabin, hence proofed the assumption is wrong LJ.

One more clown was in front of my seat, “yo-yo” man with pierced ears and with ear phone embedded. He was only moving and shaking his body either according to the songs which was flowing from his embedded ear phone or accordingly to the train.

I thought it’s a matter of one night, let’s tolerate. Soon I was asleep and it was10.pm. At 10 pm when everyone was fast asleep yo-yo man suddenly started shouting. I jumped to my feet and though could not understand his Bengali language but was sure that he was scolding his girlfriend. I just peeped to the side berth to my friend and saw she was already awake and with very pathetic eyes saw towards me. I asked what happened....... she exclaimed I don’t know but people are conspiring me. I gave a amazed look to her and said what? Is he shouting at you? No, but neither the girls in hostel allow me to sleep by their unending noise nor the people are allowing me sleep in train. I really have a very bad luck in sleep. I was in dilemma whether o consol her or to laugh at her. An old man even advised the guy that beta u should sleep at night, but he was busy cursing his girlfriend.

After half an hour when the yo-yo man was silent and I was heading towards my dream.. Another cry.... oh god where are you please!!! utta le mujhe.... a man with his wife and two children was fighting for a seat. And his baby boy was giving a very peculiar cry. Low pitch accompanied by sudden high pitch. Again I saw with my dozy eyes to the kids and said chup ho jaye mere bhai. But I guess he didn’t like the relationship and amplified his voice. At last I thought to drag my eyes out of my face and put them in my bag so that they can take some rest.

Somehow with regular interval of breaking sleep it was morning 7am. I was heading near to Hyderabad. I happened to see that the fighting guy’s wife was sitting, so thought to climb down and sit. I asked her to move aside. She gave me a fiery look and I said madam this is my seat please give me some place to sit. The whole seat was coved by her two children and herself. But she was kind enough to give some place just to sit in my own tatkal seat. After few minutes she explained her husband about me who was sleeping in the side berth. The fellow also gave me a fiery look. I was struggling to sit in my own seat and at last told the lady to transfer her one or both the kids to her husband so that I can sit properly and so can she. She was unable to understand hindi and i was telugu. Again she told something to her husband and at last he came to resolve the problem. Though he was speaking Tinglish, I was able to understand. Young lady, are u studying? he asked. Yeps I said as I was not in mood to explain him that I am working also. De da do de do blab blab ticket? I understood that he was asking my ticket. Ridiculous question... and I showed him the ticket for which he was not the right person to enquire. Now satisfied with the legal procedure he said it’s ok but you woke up my wife and smiled complaining. Is it! ‘and at night when u were fighting at your top of voice and awaked the whole population of the boggy’ I thought. I replied but sir she was already awake I didn’t dare to do that. And more over I have seat here so have the legal authority to sit here. These were not my words but his, when he was having fight with a guy at night. Fine he said but you have an upper berth ticket. Strange! I exclaimed at day time this seat would be mine not the upper berth. Yes he said agreeing me but only after 10am. But before that my stations would come sir. Of course but u woke my wife.i didn’t i said firmly. Ok Ok no issues he said and raised his hands. Now he himself sat in between the two ladies. What man! now this was more than enough and started doing his daily stuff (eg taking out brush, and other stuff) of course my station was nearby so it was not wise to have any further discussion with the clumsy man.

Soon I reached my destiny and said please sir now the whole seat is your, be comfortable and sit peacefully And i didn’t woke up your wife. He again gave me a fiery look.

Morel of the story : never ever go for vacation when school are having their vacation, never go for tatkal ticket though u pay more your seat is worst.