PHONE CALL

Hmm.... I expect you missed me last month…he he - probably some of you I know that. But I’m in no mood to explain my irregularities. But yeah, I am back - and I will survive.

Last week, I went to one of my school friends’ home. It had been a long time. As we were eagerly listening to each other, when his younger brother came rushing from school with a love letter in his hand. He was in the 2^nd standard. Yes, a girl in his class had proposed to him. I wondered whether it was too early… ;-) I am probably three times his age and still looking forward to such a day! :-D

It reminded me of the prank that a girl played on me. …… I was in 9^th standard, month of January - Sorry I don’t remember the date, but yeah - it was in the evening probably around 6:30 as my dad was already back from work. The phone rang. At that time I didn’t have any mobile, so my school pals usually called me on the landline no.

 My dad picked up the phone and a girl said: “ CAN I TALK TO MOHIT”?

DAD:- May I know who is speaking?

Girl:- I am Mehak .

Now, my dad knew about Mehak as she was my classmate since nursery and she used to live very close to my home and also because she was the only girl who called me and that too on days that she would have missed the school and she need to ask about that day’s homework. So my dad gave me the phone.

ME:- Hello. “ Yes…. Who is this?

MEHAK:- hello, mein mehak bol rahi hun yaaaar ,,,,,, kya haal hain tere,,,, tu milta hi nai hai aaj-kal.

ME:- Now I was shocked, I had never expected that. The voice was familiar but it wasn’t mehak. I asked again “ aap kaun bol rahe ho?” (As I asked for the second time my father who was in the same room glanced me.)

MEHAK:- “ mein mehak bol rahi hun yaaaar.”

I dropped the phone, took a deep breath and went back to my room. 2 min later, the phone rang again, and my dad picked it again.

ME:- hello,,,, “ Who is this”?

MEHAK:-  mein mehak bol rahi hun yaaaar…. Tujhse  kuch samajhna tha yaar maths mein….. tujhe kitni baar bola hai………..tu samjhaata hi nai hai yaaaar. Mein tere ghar aa jaaun??

I sprung in surprise; That seductive tone got me more and more uncomfortable as my father was right in front of me.

In an eluding way I told her to meet me the next day and dropped the phone. I was probably immature at that time. Later I found out that she was my sister’s friend who usually came to our home. She was 2 years elder to me. After that phone call, there hasn’t been any call of that kind to which I could do proper justice. Probably I am not so gullible now. But you know, the reality is that we boys always would love to be deceived by the girls. But the girls generally don’t take charge. I hope someday they will. Okay, time to go, my phone is ringing……..hahhaahaa     ;-)

COMMISSION OF ERRORS

Yesterday, I was going through one of the articles in newspaper which reminded me of my school days. I was one of the most studious, sincere and bla..bla..bla.  in my class. But who cares for dat?? Certainly, my siblings! Perplexed??  I know…. But u know, the great disadvantage of having elder brother who is the most idle son, idle student and  is that u r constantly compared to him. Same was the case with me and my sis.

But I was sincere doesn’t mean that I wasn’t scolded by my teachers. I want to share some of the incidents on which I was severely punished by my teachers, either due to my stupidity or bcoz I was trying to act over-smart.

I don’t remember a single teacher of mine (except dat of maths which only consisted of numbers) who hasn’t scolded me for my cacography. But I never paid attention to their remarks. Now sometimes I feel envy of the 1^st class students who have better handwriting than me but I console myself by saying “ yaar ab to e-mail ka jamana hai”.

I remember, it was back in my 9^th standard, in history class; our teacher was reciting the chapter as we were scrutinizing the lines. Suddenly mam paused…….. shouted …….Sudeeeeeeeppp (my partner)…… who is sitting wid u?? 

Sudeep:- mam, Mohit.

ME:- still looking into the book.     

  

 Sudeep tugged me. I gaped at him as everyone looked at me.

Mam:- r u day-dreaming??  I stood up, unable to understand wat was the fuss about…… , kept mum. 

On another occasion I didn’t complete my English homework. The teacher asked who hasn’t done home-work. I raised my hand and saw I was the sole person. I knew many more wudn’t hv done but never told mam.

MAM:- come here.

 My heart sank. My throat turned dry.  I went. She adjusted her bangles and then my necktie and bang! Bang! on my cheek. I became red like tomato.  The next time u come without it and I will throw u out of this window. I wondered she could hv admonished me as it was my first time.

I remember wearing my white canvas shoes on Thursday. On one day I forgot to polish them. The PT teacher called me and asked wats the color of ur shoes? I thought yaar aaj to gaya. I thought why not to bring smile to his face. I said in a joking way. Sir, Blackish white. I thought he wud also sneer but he pulled my ear n told me to take 10 rounds of the playground. 

But I feel gud today that I have studied in an environment of strict discipline which always imbibes good qualities which u ought to carry throughout ur life.

HOPING TRANSLATING TO HAPPENING!

Some of the things u always hope but never get:- (Right from a child to an adult )

Ø Waking up late in the morning and hoping that the schoolbus would

arrive late.

Ø Hoping that the teacher stays absent on the day of a test you've not prepared for!

Ø On an empty bus and hoping that a hot chick sits right next to you

Ø Having an extramarital affair without your wife knowing

Ø SENSEX continuing to soar

Ø A terrorism free world.

Ø Indian politics do not remain as bad as it is.

Ø Hoping that India bags a medal in hockey in Olympics this time.

Let me tell u, the Oscar was on my list and this time Indians have won the coveted Oscars for the first tym. The film bagged eight awards including two Oscars for Rahman for Best Original Score and Best song "Jai Ho", which was penned by lyricist Gulzar and one for Resul Pookutty. But for me,  the film didn’t work. It’s my personal opinion. But kudos to A.R.RAHMAN, GULZAR, RESUL POOKUTTY . JAI HO!!

So, keep the hope alive so that in your heart the juice is worth the squeeze because if one fine day u get what u want and u don't know how to celebrate, then that moment will get wasted.

A PEEK OUT OF THE WINDOW - IS THAT ME?

2 days back I was on my way to my college and I was snarled-up in the

traffic jam; what's that? bumper-to-bumper. It sometimes becomes quite frustrating especially when you are getting late for work. So I was

sitting on one of the window seats; frustrated and hoping the traffic

gets cleared asap and my eyes got hold of a small kid(sweetest of their kind) seated in a car next to the bus stuck in the dreaded traffic like the whole lot of us. His face scored all my attention. He may have been just about 2 years old. He caught me glancing at his movements
I smiled. He gave me an uncharacteristic sneer - not what we ususally expect from two-year olds. I gaped as he tried to wriggle free from his mother's (I guess) embrace. In doing so, his head collided with the window pane and for perhaps a quarter of a minute cried and then

mopped his forehead with his hand; opened his mouth and shut it again; his tongue moved over his lips. He seemed to brace himself. He clenched and unclenched his tiny hands. His eyes were large and

luminous and he stood goggling at me again. He pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows. I was non-plussed. I shrugged, and he shook his head at me. I had never seen such calm in a kid. As our telepathy ensued, the

traffic cleared and the bus started to pick speed. I waved my hand and he waved his hand too and the feeling of receiving from the other end was simply terrific.
Its amazing how the lives get more and more complicated as we grow up;

striving hard for each and everything else in this competitive world only to lose ourselves. I wish I could a 2 year old all my life;

naïve, innocent; away from the cruel tortures of the world; away from all the problems of life; away from all the responsibilities and

obligations …….. JUST I, ME AND MYSELF.