The Revival

 The Blog was supposed to be dead by now.One reason is,I have enough fingers to count the total number of readers of this blog.Well anyways,a lot has happened during these months.I graduated.I started working,and guess what..was put on a bench after 20 days at work..that too without pay.

I consider it as my best birthday gift ever that I was redeployed.Thanks to HR..!!

Now getting through with graduation..I was certainly missing the college..my friends..and of course..the one to whom this blog is dedicated to.Well before we continue..let me update my future readers that I got to know what exactly was on her mind.I proposed her twice with a gap of 5 months(was rejected during first attempt) and still not managing to win her heart(the second attempt).Many of you would think that I'm a fool going after the same girl even after the first rejection.No doubt,you are right.Everyday I tell myself not to think about it.But truth is I miss those morning..I miss her..

I met her once again on my birthday..that was I think a wild co-incidence.She was looking very beautiful,and her ring cum watch too mesmerized me(I always had this habit of looking at her watch in the bus..weird isn't it??).Luckily I had my car with me..and she agreed to avail a drop facility.That 20 minute journey was a complete set of highlight of what we mostly discussed during the mornings.Of course there was Cricket,Punjabi Songs,the stick drawing..and few serious things.

As soon as I dropped her home and started of on my own..I looked back in the rear-view mirror and the beautiful image became smaller and smaller and finally it was gone..and what followed was some disarray and my day had to continue.

PS- Ignore the errors..Its slmost 2 AM folks..Good Night.

An Autumn

Same time,same place..we introduced each other to each other. Now we went together. Those 20-25 minutes were the best moments of my day..and I admired them until the next day's 20-25 arrived.

Each day I asked myself..how come the mornings can be so great? Why I always got up at the first call from my father..?Why I got up 10 minutes early when for all these years I have wished for "5 more minutes"..?For the last 17 years i have hated them(the mornings).

There were days when I had to stand away from her in the bus due to to crowd..saw her standing away from me..struggling with the people for some "space". I hated that.

I was Improving in every aspect now...whether it was punctuality,academics or the attendance.And what more I started buying that 3 rupee ticket.

Finally that day came for which I had never waited for.She got off from the bus..and bus started to move..I had to get off at some distance.When I approached her she smiled and said "mujhe laga bhaiya aaj aage hi chale jaaenge" . Next moment was followed by a mini-heart attack as melancholy sucked me from head to toe. After reaching college I discussed the concerned issue with my friends and was advised to get over it and start afresh.I did that.

Considering the "SPACE" and comfort,we switched over to the chartered bus. Took a longer route and an extra time of 10 minutes{wink}.

A couple of months passed, i thought i was pretty close to her now..learned more and more about her.She was a great at academics, painting and dancing..disliked cricket,mathematics..was asthmatic,her nose and throat were hyper sensitive(thats a different thing that i really liked when her nose turned red due to multiple shots of cold drinks at some marriage functions).I Loved her for everything.

But most important of all I never got to know of how she felt for me.That day too was not far away.

A change

There was going to be a noticeable change in my daily routine in the upcoming few days..I stopped staring at girls..!!

No..my sexual orientation didn't change..I stared at only one girl instead..who sometimes caught me when i stared at her..and the usual reaction..i had to look away.

a day or two..i realized she took the same bus and got off at the same stand and what more..she was of my college..ahh!! what a relief that was.

She always had the headphones on..i always wondered if it is appropriate to say "Hi" to a stranger who is listening radio on her headphones.There were days when headphones were inside her purse..(she never carried a carry bag on her back..as big purses were/are latest in fashion).But still I never was able to take advantage of her resting headphones, may be due to my shyness. For few days I got back home and told myself..that no matter what,say HI to her..i was my own Love Guru.

And the day came..i talked to her..wait on..i never said HI..it was a crowded bus..and bus was about to reach our stand..and we were not able to make our way to the "OUT" door of the bus..she was with her friends..(never stared at them)..bus took a 90 degree turn and I was over her.It was first time ever I saw a girl from that close..ohh god!! she was beautiful..!!Well that was a public bus..and realized the essence of the moment and immediately got back on my weight & apologized..as 3 "sorrys" came out of my mouth instantly.

Somehow managed to get off that bus..and saw her crossing the road with her friends..she walked briskly.I chose to walk behind her..and the distance between us(in mts) went on increasing..

The Final Year..

Daily Routine

I was in my final year..never had the feeling that I am a super senior..everything was same..nothing had changed in past 2 years..my dressing style..a shirt with sleeves folded..a jeans..a hairstyle that has remained unchanged since class I..and my lean body(I was almost ragged by my juniors twice coz of it)..and of course the most important element of all.."The Bus Stop"..that too remained the same.

Every morning was same...got late as usual..standing at stop..staring at girls..watching the nearby cycle puncture waala opening his roadside shop..bus conductors getting into a heated argument with people not interested in buying a 3 rupee ticket..sometimes that included me as well..after all surajmal ka staff hai..!!

I reached the college..Yes that was my journey..reached college in 2 paragraphs.