Nostalgia

Today while talkin to him i realised hw growin time has strengthened the bonds of frnship  we have shared for so long.its more than two decades now tht i have known him n he has come across as the bst pal i evr had n probably will ever have.

fortunately i have been blessed with many happy moments n very few sad moments.i may be the first to share my happiness but when it comes to grief , im not tht comfortable.its said u feel better when u share u sorrow , i never felt so . i hate sheddin tears in front of anyone , be it evn my luved ones but i could never hide them frm him.

i always look forward to his opinion.the whole world may appreciate but he sincerely points out my flaws.at times when theres unneccesary criticism he appreciates my efforts n tht means the world to me.

the first to know my hidden strenghts n weakness,celebrating my happiness n comforting me in my not so happy times hes always been there for me in every walk of life. “being myself ” is wat im when im with him,with never a need to explain anything coz he understands n cares for my every little feeling.

he defenetly is a true frnd n will always have a special place in my life…he is none other but my “heart”.

i was on my way to the visa office.as i went past a college all the fond memories flashed within a second.the days of koool fun , adulation , hardwork all ended so soon.but there can never b an end to memories.

who says only co-ed colleges r happenin.my graduation days were one of the best days of my life.it was a strict christian missionary gals college where fines were imposed on everything frm comin late to missin exms.the strictness itself created amusin situations.we had to submit a letter 4 being absent with the parents signature. so 2 minutes b4 the lecturer enters the class we wud start writin r leave letters.

there was this sweet lady suspicious abt every gal.very congenially she wud say - u can share evrythin with me.well thts a different thing the other day the whole college wud know abt it.a classmate was unwell ,had few vomittings .nw miss suspicious startd enquiring bombardin her with a hell of questions .there was just one answer frm the gal - mam pregnancy is not the only reason 4 vomittings.the whole class burst into laughter.

r hindi mam wud never finish her lessons without the topic of her husband.poor lady was labelled as “mere pati”.the class wud start n end with the same phrase.haha today i realise even i do the same in my blogs.

there were two dear buddies ,used to stay in the college hostel.once they did the mistake of sleepin in one blanket coverin even their faces.the nxt day the walls of the washroom welcomed them with some fantastic graffiti - i leave it to ur imagination.

the cultural week was a grand evnt once a yr . hostin every kinda activity frm essays n elocutions ,dramas ,dance ,music,cookery,rangoli ,flower

arrangements n a whole lot of activities.while the ramp show being the most awaited.

it was all so fun frm tryin the weirdest of the nail polish shades to laughin at the dumbest jokes.snatching each othrs lunch boxes.ah !  the days n nights of hard work to acheive the bst grades was made so simple  in the company of frnds.

thought of sharin abt my post graduate days too but the post is gettin too lengthy .shall probably do it in the nxt one

c ya soon….

Its 5pm  and i get to hear an innocent voice askin “di khelne chalenge”

so that was r routine . finish off homeworks by 5 n go out n play  4 an hr with r equally naughty frnds(i m talkin abt days when the burden of books was less than r weights).fortunately we had luvly playgrounds in r colony with lush green gulmohar trees lookin their best in the flowerin season.  frm playin hide n seek to hop scotch to catchin butterflies n dragonflies. ah!we did it all.

times change but few things always remain the same. the kinda relationship i share with my brother is one of them.we have always been the best buddys sharin  r joys n sorrows n secret wishes. he knows swimmimng n only i know this at home coz he was allergic to cold so mom used to keep him away frm water.haha the secret is out nw. its fun spoilin young ones at times.when he would come late in the night instead of ringing the doorbell he would come towards my bedroom window n whispher “di open the door”. i would giv him a stern look n again innocently he would say agli baar jaldi aajaonga.though that agli baar would never come.n mornin both of us would have a good thrashin frm my parents.

his frnds were  pullin his leg when he didnt cry in my weddin. wat he said was  why should i when i can see all the happiness my di’s way. oh! my cute little bro has bcome so big.i know its easy to cry n hard not to.

though we dont talk daily nw but when we do its as if a moment back we had talked. n even nw when its 5pm those luvly words echo in my mind “di khelne chalenge”….