Will Burn Her Hair!!!

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. We Miss You Usha