She was blushing and came towards us delighted, with
her glittering Red dress. Me and my best friend Usha Dubey was gossiping,
cursing the food of hostel, when she suddenly appeared before us. “Oh! She must
be having some new episode about her beauty to narrate I whispered to Usha. I
could see a sudden spark in Usha’s eyes and suspected some highly hazardous
remark is ready to be used." What’s wrong? Why are you blushing so gravely" Usha
asked the Red girl. She kept smiling and said “you know what boys in market
teased me today?” What? We both enquired, with least interest reaction on our
face. She continued “akekeli na bazaar jaya karo nazar lag jayegi” (don’t go
alone anywhere, or you will catch evil eyes) and chuckled, her cheeks gradually
turning light pink to dark. “Oh No! You must have heard it wrong! With
lightning speed Usha continued” they must have told “Akeli na bazaar jaya karo
Sandh piche pad jayega”(don't go alone anywhere or else bull will be running
behind you) and there we both rolled on the floor bursting to laugh. What an uncivilized
creature we were. Red girl cheek turned red from pink similar to her dress and
she disappeared in the narrow lanes of hostel. You savage!! I said to
Usha still holding my stomach
In our boring women’s collage there were two species
of Homo sapiens to be found – pretty and elegant girls with pink
and rosy lips and second clumsy, oiled hair, haphazardly combed and blemished
face girls. The earlier version of human were higher race of parlor called
"Arts Student" and the later versions of beast were called
"Science Student" who are exclusively found in labs busy in
dissection or gambling some metal with non metal of periodic table or confused
between Ohms and Joules or in rooms writing stories of those dissection and
chemical reaction
Usha was indeed an exception Economic student,
straight hair, rarely combed with fair oily face and chubby cheeks, she always
wore half trouser which ultimately turned out to be three fourth due to her
short height, gained accomplishment in pranks, witty like dynamite. She was one
of my best friend beside Shayoni Benerjee also know as social worker,
always busy reforming people (girls) irrespective of their choice/opinion to
get reformed and Abipsa Mohanty as cool as ice, always with barrels of oil on
her head. Oil price in India were scorching height only because of her
How dare you!! a voice stabbed my ears as I was
walking towards my room after my computer classes. I have heard this voice
before! I said softly as still Java and C++ were programming in my head. You
numskull! It’s Usha! My friend told and immediately we started running
towards our room as once Usha is angry means the world may come to an end. The room
was fuming with anger, as Usha was furiously battling with one of our roommate.
What’s wrong? I tried to intervene maintaining the distance as Usha was not
looking less than an evil that moment, with her pony dangling as per her head
moment. “Look Yaar” Usha continued “I just covered the food with her plate and
there she started fighting. On politely stating her that it’s a matter of a
plate and food was open she reached out to my dad charging me: yeh plate kya
tere baap ka hai”( is the plate belongs to your father?):. And swiftly
Usha turned right on to fighter girl's face howling “u doesn’t know my dad, he
can buy your dad 10 times and sell 100 times”. I could not understand this
mathematics of her but assumed she must be correct because she was economic
student and there must be some law of depression or demand and supply theory
involved here.
Now the heat was on, with both the girls brawling over
dads forgetting about the plate. At last, I knew, Usha won, the fighter girl
surrendered and left the room. But Usha was still to surrender her temper. She
started throwing fighter girl belonging: pillow, bed sheet, outside the room. I
and other two friends were busy picking them back to room. Usha are you out of
your mind?, I said positioning the pillow back to the fighter girl’s bed. I
will not leave her!, how dare she speaks about my dad, she yelled, again throwing
the pillow outside the room, I was tired enough to bring it back. Other friends
were still busy in doing the same pick and drop service. "I will burn her
bed, I will burn her long hair" Usha screamed, she had converted into a bloodthirsty
vampire now and hurriedly left the room shouting, I quickly paced behind her,
least she would really burn her, to the warden's room. Our warden was in
half sleep and half awake watching TV, in the same position the way Vishnu
sleeps in biakunth, horizontal with one hand supporting her half slept head. Madam!!!
I will burn her bed I will burn her hair, her everything, Usha stormed into
warden’s room howling. Warden at once jumped out of her bed and shouted,
where’s fire, don’t burn anything don’t burn my hostel, rubbing her eyes, But could
find bunch of girls giggling at her
That night the fighter girl came quite late to the
room, I asked Usha not to continue anything in words. While sleeping we
placed the fan to the highest speed. As it was winter and cool she turned off
the fan twice and we turned it on thrice. Just to add insult to her
injuries we both friends started singing “Jo humse takrayega who fan ke
niche soyega”( Who so ever challenge us, have to sleep under the fan) and
giggled together. The other day we saw her packing the bag and by evening she
left the room. I could see the triumph in the wicked eyes of Usha. The moment I
enter the room she hugged me dancing and said, aha she left, her bed is also
ours now, will sleep like tigress with legs on one bed and hands on other
and giggled. You greedy Monster I kicked her
Unable to find this lost friend in any social media
I only have her heart tickling memories
She was blushing and came towards us delighted, with
her glittering Red dress. Me and my best friend Usha Dubey was gossiping,
cursing the food of hostel, when she suddenly appeared before us. “Oh! She must
be having some new episode about her beauty to narrate I whispered to Usha. I
could see a sudden spark in Usha’s eyes and suspected some highly hazardous
remark is ready to be used." What’s wrong? Why are you blushing so gravely" Usha
asked the Red girl. She kept smiling and said “you know what boys in market
teased me today?” What? We both enquired, with least interest reaction on our
face. She continued “akekeli na bazaar jaya karo nazar lag jayegi” (don’t go
alone anywhere, or you will catch evil eyes) and chuckled, her cheeks gradually
turning light pink to dark. “Oh No! You must have heard it wrong! With
lightning speed Usha continued” they must have told “Akeli na bazaar jaya karo
Sandh piche pad jayega”(don't go alone anywhere or else bull will be running
behind you) and there we both rolled on the floor bursting to laugh. What an uncivilized
creature we were. Red girl cheek turned red from pink similar to her dress and
she disappeared in the narrow lanes of hostel. You savage!! I said to
Usha still holding my stomach
In our boring women’s collage there were two species
of Homo sapiens to be found – pretty and elegant girls with pink
and rosy lips and second clumsy, oiled hair, haphazardly combed and blemished
face girls. The earlier version of human were higher race of parlor called
"Arts Student" and the later versions of beast were called
"Science Student" who are exclusively found in labs busy in
dissection or gambling some metal with non metal of periodic table or confused
between Ohms and Joules or in rooms writing stories of those dissection and
chemical reaction
Usha was indeed an exception Economic student,
straight hair, rarely combed with fair oily face and chubby cheeks, she always
wore half trouser which ultimately turned out to be three fourth due to her
short height, gained accomplishment in pranks, witty like dynamite. She was one
of my best friend beside Shayoni Benerjee also know as social worker,
always busy reforming people (girls) irrespective of their choice/opinion to
get reformed and Abipsa Mohanty as cool as ice, always with barrels of oil on
her head. Oil price in India were scorching height only because of her
How dare you!! a voice stabbed my ears as I was
walking towards my room after my computer classes. I have heard this voice
before! I said softly as still Java and C++ were programming in my head. You
numskull! It’s Usha! My friend told and immediately we started running
towards our room as once Usha is angry means the world may come to an end. The room
was fuming with anger, as Usha was furiously battling with one of our roommate.
What’s wrong? I tried to intervene maintaining the distance as Usha was not
looking less than an evil that moment, with her pony dangling as per her head
moment. “Look Yaar” Usha continued “I just covered the food with her plate and
there she started fighting. On politely stating her that it’s a matter of a
plate and food was open she reached out to my dad charging me: yeh plate kya
tere baap ka hai”( is the plate belongs to your father?):. And swiftly
Usha turned right on to fighter girl's face howling “u doesn’t know my dad, he
can buy your dad 10 times and sell 100 times”. I could not understand this
mathematics of her but assumed she must be correct because she was economic
student and there must be some law of depression or demand and supply theory
involved here.
Now the heat was on, with both the girls brawling over
dads forgetting about the plate. At last, I knew, Usha won, the fighter girl
surrendered and left the room. But Usha was still to surrender her temper. She
started throwing fighter girl belonging: pillow, bed sheet, outside the room. I
and other two friends were busy picking them back to room. Usha are you out of
your mind?, I said positioning the pillow back to the fighter girl’s bed. I
will not leave her!, how dare she speaks about my dad, she yelled, again throwing
the pillow outside the room, I was tired enough to bring it back. Other friends
were still busy in doing the same pick and drop service. "I will burn her
bed, I will burn her long hair" Usha screamed, she had converted into a bloodthirsty
vampire now and hurriedly left the room shouting, I quickly paced behind her,
least she would really burn her, to the warden's room. Our warden was in
half sleep and half awake watching TV, in the same position the way Vishnu
sleeps in biakunth, horizontal with one hand supporting her half slept head. Madam!!!
I will burn her bed I will burn her hair, her everything, Usha stormed into
warden’s room howling. Warden at once jumped out of her bed and shouted,
where’s fire, don’t burn anything don’t burn my hostel, rubbing her eyes, But could
find bunch of girls giggling at her
That night the fighter girl came quite late to the
room, I asked Usha not to continue anything in words. While sleeping we
placed the fan to the highest speed. As it was winter and cool she turned off
the fan twice and we turned it on thrice. Just to add insult to her
injuries we both friends started singing “Jo humse takrayega who fan ke
niche soyega”( Who so ever challenge us, have to sleep under the fan) and
giggled together. The other day we saw her packing the bag and by evening she
left the room. I could see the triumph in the wicked eyes of Usha. The moment I
enter the room she hugged me dancing and said, aha she left, her bed is also
ours now, will sleep like tigress with legs on one bed and hands on other
and giggled. You greedy Monster I kicked her
Unable to find this lost friend in any social media
I only have her heart tickling memories
