Non-Sens: A Funny story

On numerous occasions,by destiny, I had been hard done

Here my plight is being presented in the form of fun.

I think it has all the ingredients 4 the remake of the movie Mr. Bechaara

As both of us(the hero of the movie and I) are Kismat ka mara.

It all began on that day—-the 1^st day of my new academic session of class 5 when I met the two Sens?Sahil and Megha. We kicked off well right from the word go. But very little did I know what I was getting into and how instrumental the roles of these 2 Sens was going to be in my life.So, I would do a Dumbledore here and take you to my memory lane to unleash some past incidents. Here the journey starts ..(you don't need to put the invisibility cloak on you like Harry Potter.So, just sit back and enjoy or rather feel pity 4 the protagonist)

Part One:Happy Birthday 2 Me

Its 28^th March 1999—My birthday and the last day before the closure of our school for Easter. I was busy dreaming about the gifts I would get  before I realised that my nails were quit dirty and  a bit longer than the normal size. So, I was dreading the idea of getting punished in front of the whole class and that too, on my birthday.I was paralyzed with fear as my class teacher Mr. Mathew was very strict regarding homework and cleanliness. It was for some reason that he was given the nickname "Khadoos Hitler".

            This is where Sahil and Megha stepped in and had a close look at my nails. Then after exchanging some strange glances with each other, they turned towards me.Megha advised me to rub some hair oil in my palms that was pouring in from her head as if she had taken a bath with hair oil. I couldn't think of getting the enormous pain by the thick bamboo stick. Already half paralyzed with fear, I followed her advice. But I soon realised that it was looking as if I had soaked my hand into a well of hair oil. Thankfully Sahil came to my rescue and told me to rub my palms against the soil.As Sir was expected any time, I rushed to the ground and rubbed my palms hard against the ground. But all the soil particles got stuck in my palms.As I was toying with the thought of going to the tap or not, I saw Megha coming with sir towards our classroom. Dropping all other thoughts, I rushed back to the class.My heart was pounding like never as my turn to show the nails  came. Unexpectdly, Sir seemed to have no qualms about my nails. Instead, I was punished for my dirty hands. On top of that , I was made to stand at the entrance door of my class facing my classmates with my hands up.

            I could see Sahil and Megha enjoying every bit of the scene they had scripted. What a birthday gift to get!The week following that incident saw no conversation taking place between us. It took a mutual friend of us 2 break the ice between us.

Part Two: I and Cell phone Mania

When I was in class 10, I was bitten by the cell phone bug. All were fed up of this habit of mine.So, Sahil and Megha took the task to them to get me back on the right track. Though they succeeded in achieving what they wanted, it cost me dearly. How? Read on .

(Scene: all the students are writing their Economics paper of their Pre-Board exams)

I(obviously having a difficult time whisper to Sahil):Sahil, what will be the answer of Q.No. 5

Sahil: All lines in this route are busy.Please try later.

(Half astonished with his reply, I turned to Megha)

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Megha: The no. U have dialed is out of reach.

(completely taken aback by her response, I turned to a friend who had also joined to the party)

Friend: Please Check the no. U have dialed. I have taken Sanskrit as my extra paper, not Economics. 

(It was time up. So, the invigilator started collecting the answer sheets. I asked for some spare time and this was the response I got from him

Invigilator: This call can't be completed now. Thank you.

Net result : I failed in the Economics paper. But then I was back on track and got very good marks in the mains.

Part Three:Yeh Kya Ho Gaya Rama re .

 Life moved on as usual before both I and Sahil realised that we had developed a huge crush on Megha.When Sahil spoke about her feelings for Megha, I was reminded of a scene from Kal Ho Naa Ho. I felt being in the shoes of Saif Ali Khan who couldn't help but curse his luck knowing that Priety(Sahil,in this case) loved SRK (read Megha here) not him(need I tell U who's 'him' in this case?).

    As I was well known for my writing prowess, I was asked by Sahil to write a love letter  for Megha .How ironical, isn't it? But suddenly, an idea struck me which could turn the tide in my favour and give me an opportunity to retaliate.I wrote a poem too childish more a 18 year old but convinced Sahil that it would work in his favour.Here is the poem:

                        Yadi tum ho dil toh main hoo dhadkan

                        Yadi tum ho bottle toh main hoo dhakann.

                        Yadi tum ho nadi toh main hoo tumhari dhaara

                        Yadi tum ho cow toh main hoo tumhar chaara.

                        Yadi tum ho tyre toh main hoo tube

                        If U accept my proposal, majay karengay hum khoob.

                        Yadi tum ho Ford Fiesta toh main hoo tumhara pahiya

                        Please I beg of U, kabhi nahin kehna mujhe bhaiya.

But for the umpteenth time, I was hard done by destiny.I had written the poem to sabotage Sahil's image as childish but it backfired on me.She  couldn't stop praising him and that too, in public.The following day I saw them going happily together humming the song —Hum tumhare hain sanam .

As for me, this song was playing in the background -==

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