okay, people who have come through catch words, sorry this one's not for you for sure, for the rest, this piece is about a friend of mine.....the song was indeed his ring-tone those days, please dont laugh, this aint sarcastic, there was a time this was too a chartbuster, now that you'd not even remember singing it in your favourite room(boys..nothing to laugh about, every guy has a hppy time:D)....hate to say it but really men do hate their own histories...n ya, this WAS meant to b sarcastic. so, here we go....i could see her silhoutte against the setting sun, too poised to make the red ball shy and hide somewhere and repent for garroting heat on her that day, too far away to let me tell her how much she intimidated me, not that she was never close, i mean literally.....she used to sit infront of me during semester-end papers....beautiful days they used to be, each of our future engineers would be busy with the 'exam mutual help association' and i used to finish my paper early to get back to looking at her.....it seems as if it was yesterday when i saw her in blue on the first day of my undergrad-life, her parents wre leaving and our lady was standing teary eyed bidding them farewell.....i have come to the right place, i had thought smiling.
.....dil ma mere ha dard-e-disco...dard-e-disco.....n the srk number blasted out of my almost always silent cell, mamma calling...kya yar maa ko bhi aur koi time nai milta call karne k lie.
"ya mom'
"beta tumhare papa pooch rahe they k tumhari train kitne baje ki hai vahan se"
"mamma....abhi 6 bhi nai baje, pa kahan se agaye office se aur haan, pa se meri pahle hi baat ho gai thi...ok!"
i disconnected with mom hurling provisos about strangling strangers in trains as always and as always i could have told her that every starnger was not hell-bent on srangling you son, maa. but this was more important, i needed to talk to her.
the ringer would have been loud enough, she was peering exactly where i hid behind those stupid rose bushes, stupid because never ever in four years of college had i seen them grow a single reddy. she had seen me, i had to change stance, hiding still, i followed the rusted girder and then shot towards the lone peepal tree in the campus, no prizes for guessing that it being in an engineering college, it was bound to have a supernatural aura. i caught my breath and decided to concentrate on the target again, adjusted my glasses, bent down a little and turned west.
she was gone...there was nobody except a couple of second year nerds across the lawn discussing some cryptography shit. damn, i said. this was probably the last attempt to talk to her, the first one in four years ofcourse, what wre you expecting, this is no hotshot story. and now she would be gone. being the last day of college, i too had to pack my bags, i'd be off to home, n she to hers.....45/123, lakshamisha road, banglore, courtsey orkut, facebook wasn't that known in those days.
for four years, she had adorned my desktop and every time she changed her dp, she came about here too in the new avatar.
every morning i had woken up thinking i'd tell her and every time she came around, i could just stare....stare and say nothing.
i came out of the lengthening shadows, it was all over, the sun was pulling back the last of his rays, drowning in the abyss of darkness or maybe i was....
