Of maggi and gel-pens!

this one goes before the canteenz era, the era of the child never born.....ok m not being senti...i know u can't tolerate your heartTHROB to be sad....so, for you haan....m continuing....

college routine is irksome, yeah for me too, demi-gods too need jobs man.....
but in school, u grow up thinking, college is definitely sexy, even when your tau's kid or ur anni mama tells you that their school vala time was the best time ever, that how their HODs have tried to burn their arses and how they would like pay him back in kind.....you dont believe him or you dont like to because it gives you a relief that one day, there wud be no homeworks to complete, one great felony of a school-goer.
one day slowly even before it even sinks in, you are pushed into the unforseen lands.

there's no 'uth ja beta,late ho jaega, dekh teri chai rakhi hai table pe, gira mat lio' thing...
rather..
"c'mon rude boy boy can you get it up
take it take it love me love me" chant...........................and soon you start hating it....
guess what, you never hated those hands that came around caressing your head, you used to hold it up and say,'maa, aj school nai jana plz, meri tabiyat thik nai hai' remembering that jacob sir's homework wasn't done yet n she would say, 'aj mai maggi rakhne vali thi tiffin ma,chalo koi baat nai, chorro!!'
it was the time when we could even beat spartans single-handedly for maggi...
things have changed now, rihanna wakes you up, coldplay brushes your teeth, LP gives you the bathish flavour, ofcourse i dont bathe daily now, every thing is such damn cool but you hate it. you go back home, stay there for a day or two but then....
you hate the fact that you'll never be able to wear that uniform in your almerah again(you have outgrown neways),
that your underwear-friends don't come cycling around and hollering at the gate,'sale, make-up kar raha hai kya, teri vali ki bus nikal gai!',
that your 'teri vali' isnt around though you talk to her every.....well never....she's been studying out there somewhere(now she wud be smeone else's 'teriwali', you think),
that your brother doesn't fight with you for stealing his new gel-pen, he gifts a parker this time around but you hate it,
that your australian compass is of no use,
that your dissection box which you fought for so hard with your dad..."nai papa mere ko camel ka hi chahie,mam ne alag se bola tha k usi ka lana hai'....it lies here in your drawer alongwith lots of yesterday's crap, the prism you pilfered from physics lab, the cards she gave you on your b'day(:D), the stupid abridged version of oliver twist you got as a prize, the class cricket team strategy paper(we wre damn good players, i wonder y i coudnt make it to the indian odi team), the wand you got after first potter-mania and shouted around my room, AVEDA KEDAVERA to those spiders and they would still look at you round-eyed as if you was in their room peering from their roof.
you love it,
things just rush to you, fill your empty lungs, you breathe heavily avoiding the mood, you look around, your mother is still there, you cant do it, it can crack-up your mother and show your dad that his son aint a man yet....
you are leaving home again, back to the place you ever wanted to be, the place which sucks, which has new jerks n 'teriwalis'.
you pack that crap in a clean VIMAL bag, tuck it deep in your bags, watch out again, none is around and  then wipe that tear off.
pick up your fone to ring up at 5 but then you know your mother would be faster, drop the idea n switch off the lights wishing that night doesn't end but it will and it does every time, but you still wish!