A boy loves a girl -3
The Story ..
One night the boy goes back In flash
back ..He has been a prisoner of past ,his lovely school days ,his
inquisitiveness ,his zeal ,his quintessential existence lies there .Whenever he
thinks of his school he gets surrounded by nostalagia .He wants to remain there
,he starts reliving those days spent
,the friends of his ,who were always there with all pampering and belief in him
.Even when he was struggling with his studies ,making huge ,incursions in mind
about what his future will be like ,he always found a palm kept on his
shoulder.A palm of assurance ,belief and hope .He instantly feels that his
breath was so very different,in the rush of ambitions ,he feels he has lost himself
,he has lost faith ,he has lost synergy with life .
His existence is like a tattered
piece of a cloth ,which a girl stiches
everyday ,and at times ,she is kind enough to make an embroidery out of it .Her
advent has made his life a bit lovable but whenever he misses her ,he goes back
in past ,he misses his childhood .His childhood has not been that happening ,growing up in nuclear family
has no great adventures ,but whatever happening things he did ,he precisely
remember that to an extent that he can even still feel the aroma of basmati
rice made by her mother ,and her mother calling him different names,his English
Hindi and Sanskrit teachers admiring him for no reasons ,his maths and science
teacher always putting a pat on his back for his hard work,his history teacher
saying him to read the lesson and the way he read those lessons loud and with a
sense of enthusiasm as if Chandrasekhar Azad has gone into him while he reads
out Modern Indian History:1927-1932,
splashing the stagnant water filled in small.holes on the road ,the
petrichor in the monsoons,the Doordarshan serials,which lit his mind with intellectualism,he still
remembers watching Malgudi Days in
winter nights keeping himself awake somehow till 10:30, Jagjit Singh's ghazals
,whenever he remembers that he feels the same pleasure he used to get then ,his
ears and his mind gets filled up by the voice of Jagjit ,he feels not even a single note
has been missed ,he has in his mind even the music intact..
The sporty life of his, the
athletic medals ,the relay race where.he even ran faster than the best
athlete of his schoolto take his house to a medal finish and that also a gold
medal ,he feels that sweat in every
moment of remembrance.
How beautiful was his childhood and
his past .It is quite strange,when he was in 6th class he was excited about
going in higher classes to be able to write with pen .He wanted to grow and now
that he is growing,he wants to go back .The childhood that he then thought was
choking,he now feels ,pleasure in remembering that .We are so busy in growing,in
making our excursions leading to good life that we stop living in present and
then when it is gone we remember those days ,because,we still struggle ,as
happiness is a momentary thing in this world .It remains in flashes .It remains
hidden in those smiles ,it remains in small talks,in small quest,it remains in
small questions and getting their answers..
Past is an unusual thing ,it always
lures you .Man even hard he may try to stay happy and stay as close to present
,he somehow misses his past as if memories were the only treasure he has
with him .He remembers and feel an
unusual happiness like an old man feels while talking about his youth ,the
pleasure that a poet gets while working throughout the day and then coming at
the end of his creation ,in reminiscences may be he lies ..the very he ,the one
whose feel he cant share to anyone ..the past the freedom of unconstrained
childhood ,the mother's cozy touch her cradle like the whole world's lies there
, the first crush ,teachers scolding ,their appreciation motivation ..
The boy has a every profound memory of his past , but
somewhere he feels he is missing ..something he should have noticed..something
that he wants for which the time goes back and it is Priya..for whom he wants
the clock to run reverse ..he wants to
get back in that time ..when his ambitions eventually stifled Priyas love
..
Yes ..Priya ..
He wants to go back in his time
,and,just for once ,listen the girl
,taking her name ,with a throbbed heart ....Sudhir ..
He wants to see again the same lively
eyes the same childish she and he just wants to stay at the door of the class
in punishment and seeing her from that unfastened window....
Priya was a lively , perky,enthusiastic ,upbeat girl and a smile
always adored her face .Her eyes used to speak life and innocence .Her brisk
movement , and constant platter was what made her look all the more energetic
,though she was fragile but not pale .Priya as her name was amiable and anyone
could fall in love with her but Sudhir in those days was running behind goals
he had set for himself and never looked in the eyes of Priya with an intent of
exploring a sizeable amount of love which was developing for him .Priya saw in
Sudhir an unusual flamboyance,his captivating reserve was just not something
one can get over ,he was out of the world for her .
Priya always had in mind that
he was the one ,the man of his dreams,but things never happened ,time
went ,school came to an end and both went their ways.Priya never thought much
about big things while Sudhir was over ambitious and in this Sudhir lost
himself .A person in ambition cannot love even himself ,he remains in only one
thought ,achieving what he wants to .........
