naive love story......................!!!

prologue:this is my debut in blggers world.i am not a pro in such stuff,however it may happen that my lapidary prose may not be up to the level of my followers.....but that is immaterial to me.



The days when school reopened on june and we settled at our new desks and benches.When we chased one another in the corridors and returned drenched in sweat .when all colours in the world appeared in the school campus on occassions .when a single games period in time table was awaited more eagerly than the monsoon.sports day and annual day and 1 month prepration for them..the most beautiful days in every body's life.

rohit: yar tujhe class ki koi ladki pasand hai?
me: na.....na....nai aise kyun pooch raha hai?
rohit: nai aise hi.
me: batana tujhe koi acchi lagti hai kya?
rohit: bataunga lekin tu bhi bateyga?
me: accha theek hai pehle tu....
rohit: nai yar himmat nahi ho rahi ......
me: accha chal starting letter batade..........
rohit: A..................teri..........???
me: P................:-))
And this conversation left us giggling all the way to malviya sir(a celibate of our school)that eve......it gives a ecstatic feeling to both of us which makes us scream,laugh and shouting all the way.Reason of this current was not because we shared name of our crushes,but because we both have diffrent names....... :-)

I don't remember exactly how many hours we talked the same eve about why?.........how?.......from when?....we were dealing such stuff,and signed the deal to keep things confidential.Days passed teasing and pulling each others leg in class.

One day after tuition rohit and shriyansh both came to me for some notes in m80,we had casual talking and they went back.Hardly after 7-8 min. shouted my name asking me to come downstairs fast.....as soon as i reach there with a courtsey of not shouting in front of home...they catch me in dark making excuse of nature's call.........anxiety of both of them was giving a hint of some thing wrong between them......later,when i came to know that rohit puked every thing to shriyansh with another scene....it was now m80 in place of bicycle and shriyansh in my place.....Fortunately once again a positive current ran inside me because another peer joined us with a diffrent name ...............'R'

That was memorable ride we have that night.wandering around ram mandir....ashok taukeez....rohit was having spoiled digestive system as i guess because no confidential thing his system could resist.....after some days once again he ask akshay about the same .........initially akshay was reluctant in his own way.....and didn't say any thing that day.next to next day akshay came to us sounding poooooo.............which was self explaining name of his crush.....

Now our school life had taken a twist that time we were with two mopads one sagar's kinetic
(khatara)and rohit's m80.........I hardly remember any day we hadn't visited budhwari,shukrawari with a hope of their single snapshot by our eyes...

There was a rapid change in our doings .......when fight for window side seat changes to fight to stand throughout the way to home.....the fight to grab 1st seat in class changes to rushing for last bench ................concentrating on teachers changes to concentrating on them staring them from last benches....the only hinderance was the eye contact with their benchmate....playing cricket in the evening changes to wandering in search of them as if they were vanished somewhere.......actually our sharing created apathy to teachers and sidetracked us from studies...

Our best part was we hadn't done any crap which can be categorised under an act of cheap flirting......when shriyansh's hand got paralyzed and he couldn't write any thing in exams while rikita was fortunately in some way sit aside him...and rohit's rehearsals of the words to be used to return computer book to ankita.All such happenings made 'PROPOSE' a word beyond imagination and none of us had enough guts to do the same.

Moreover rohit's farewell was one of the best greeting any one could recieve in which teachers were also present........'PARTY' cum formality place/way to remain silent......its like some body announced charges declaring talking as an offence.the silence in our regular parties reminds me one of the funeral i had attended.I sincerely owed my immense gratitude to the man behind the game "dumb charades".Because that was the only game which made our meeting a party less than a bhandara........:-)chairs on one side were occupied by girls and other side by boys and no body could dare to break that sitting arrangement.... any ways i sincerely urge to all if there will be
any party in the near future ...plz..plz...don't play that 'dumb charades'...

Picnic was like the celebration day of the whole year....that day was so special in its own way......not because we were on outing,out of our daily routine,but because that day even the serious,dull,non verbos....girls came in form.That was the only day we woke up our mom to prepare lunch early in the morning.....antakshari the most commonly played game in any picnic which always ended without result.....and then during the return journey the conversation in the dark commenting teachers,and the happenings in classes.that time most reserved creature becomes verbos as if they were unmuted recently..........

Apart from every year,picnic of class 10th found space in every body's memory....because it was proved to be a holocaust of our heart.....however the horrifying end of picnic could be smelled from the starting when girls show reluctance while antakshari and their behaviour was giving us a hint of a dangerous turmoil.The worst part was the silence on asking them to do lunch together.At the end of picnic,when comes the time of discussion the same behaviour was noted.we were just talking casually and suddenly shriyansh snapped from two of us and started carping 'main shriyansh bele aap logo ke saath teen saal se padh raha hu,lekin kabhi doosri class jaisa co-operation nahi dekha' as if shahrukh khan neighing 'eeeehhhheeee kiran........':-).The quickest response to any ques. i heard......prachi the abbessof their party unleashed"hamse rakhi bandhwalo...............".Every body remained abacked and speechless for a while.Specially shriyansh who start searching for his companion to pamper him.after some time the naive ans. to their suggestion was creeping 'yes'.That was the irksome moment as i rememberd in any picnic.the worst thing was initiative of the song 'behna ne bhai ki kalai............' taken by kanchan.the only song in which they scream throughout the picnic.How could we forget the same night discussing late about the incident....

And then the grand meeting early in the morning in polytechnic ground in which shainkey was also the spectator......actually we were feeling like blackmaled,that some body demanded ransom in lieu of our abducted 'CO-OPERATION'...................:-).Next day we somehow escaped as annual sport were started .we hadn't enterd the class whole day......but who was knowing that hangover was postponed 1 day.....I rememberd those packets of kaju katli and the muti couloured rakhi(mine was red)............Hitesh(kamina) lift my right hand and handover it to prachi,when she was by mistake or what? tieing my left wrist.

However that incident hurts each one of us (:-)) and we had taken our own time to became casual to them......however that was painful end to any love story ever heard .......
***confidential
we all are still goofy for the word so called 'GIRL FRIEND'****

Today when we remember those days the only ques. we ask each other.'how stupid we were'?



:-)dedicated to all my school friends who were part of my most beautiful days................