The perfect date...candle light dinner....with the one u love.... and there he kneels down...hold your hand...places a diamond clad ring in you finger..and....and...
Peppeepp...peeppeeppp...peeppeeepp...
“uth jaa kamini...warna class phir mis karegi”
No ...my dear babe’s in the woods ...its not someone’s mom freaking out...how could you forget your second mom, your best friend, your room’s worst or better half . With each morning when you lazily wake up or wake someone up (as mentioned above ) , you feel love in your heart , for someone so close. You do stay mum, but you cant deny. While brushing sleepily, you have your eye on a door, and someone’s exit from that is expected, to check if the person is awake or not. You have someone , infact lot many, to chatter with during the breakfast, a few less at luch , and a whooping gang ( what people like me fondly might call ) . Fun , at present , life , college .
Well what if one day you’re ( as you would be thinking at present ) , the happiest , finally out of MODY, will you ever wonder, what was behind, what has changed your existence.
Will not attending classes affect you someday, will you miss some whatever people (as the lingo calls them ), will you miss the bitching around and endless gossip hours, the dirty birthday parties, the hearts that were put in and the laughs that came out ? will you ever learn to live, without these memories?
4 years , and life would move on. But there will remain things that one would love to brush through again, words that you wish could get back to you, a room that was once yours and a life that was once loved.
Because the Maggie parties would still go on, but what would change, will be the people partying, the room will still be filled, and still you would dare call it your room ( they say old habits die hard ).
Even now the bathrooms will be empty in early mornings of the dreadful winters, the coffee’s would be gladly welcomed still, but somewhere in your office room and not in the usual mess.
The comments on some bitches would still be passed on by you, but will it be that fun with no one by your side , to laugh and to fight back . when high on fever , will there again be someone , who would help you recover and take you to clinics .
Will the walks down new FET be hated any more or less, when will you feel so eager to have an ice cream , like it feels when served in mess.
When do you next plan to line up for coffee, when next will you roam in corridors , when next will you shout in bathrooms , when will you next plan an event , when next will you see your friends, when next will the word GROUP...mean the closest thing to you in the entire world?
I don’t know when next will I find a chance to say I’ll miss you!
So I’m saying it here.....
any one who wants to join ..... :)
Dedicated to our back bencher frnz.....
this boring class,
this sleepy mass,
makes me wonder y m here
to b a part of the croud mere...
one teacher comes..speaks n goes..
n so forth this process follows..
no one thinks of the dreamy eyes,
who wana hv fun n so everythin they try..
those lil eyes looking at the board,
nt a single thing in dere mind ever goes,
bt still like statues they sit,
n in dere thots dey miss.....
they miss dere mobiles kept in d room,
they miss dere frnz in similar loom,
they miss dere lovers far frm dem,
as they r all surrounded by the girl's mayhem...
planning the evenings in dere minds,
with wt all movies the day will wind,
the special samosas of sharma treat,
celebrating the b'days using our EG sheets....
looking at the tym again nd again,
trying to concentrate on the amplifiers n gains,
bt leme tell u its al in vain,
nthin cn go in dis sleepy brain....
bt i bet u dere will b a tym,,
wen v'l b smewhere else to shine,
bt never will dis sleepy cls go away frm our minds,
never will v frgt dis marvellous tym....
we will crave fr dese evenings,
we will think of the b'days,
we will want everythin to stay,
bt the things will vanish smewhere arnd d lane.....
