It was saturday, happiest day of the week for any engineering student.An eagerly awaited tomorrow without a ripple in peaceful lake of today.All of them loved both the concluding days of the week but their hearts were more with saturday than sunday.An extremely frustrated student like Aryan woke up at 6 AM when the alarm tone interrrupted his dream.
He was in the Himalayas..perhaps in the jagged mountains of Nepal sitting below an isolated tree,resting his back against the huge trunk.The land was completely covered in snow.Yet,a few feet from him, he saw two men seated across each other in chairs,chatting over coffee.He immediately recognized one of them as his father and kicked himself a dozen times before discovering that the other man was Shahrukh Khan. " eh?" he thought " whats he doing here anyway".
His dad motioned him to come over. "Aryan,I would like you to meet my cousin Mr Salman Khan" his dad gestured as Shahrukh gave a wide smile.
"Your cousin? Khan?But dad !he is Shahrukh, not Salman" Aryan muttered.His dad did'nt seem to bother..But Shahrukh turned to him and said "Do you use Emani Fair and Handsome? use it,you'll become like me".
"But I use Fair and lovely"Aryan thought.
Before he could react,his phone started ringing,he fumbled in his bag which suddenly appeared beside him outta nowhere.He picked it up and pushed the answer button but the phone wouldn't stop ringing.....
he pushed the button, it wouldn't stop ringing......
Aryan burst opened his eyes,threw his arm aside and swept across the table beside before finally switching off the damn phone."What a dream man!" he sighed.
He turned around to have a glimpse of his neighbouring cot.He was looking at what seemed to be a dead body.Karthik was very static when he slept.He barely lazed around unlike Aryan who sometimes even fell off his bed.Many believed in the fairy tale that Karthik could even decieve a doctor with his dead sleep.
Aryan smiled as he punched his fists in the air."Its a holiday man".He purposely set his alarm at 6 AM so that he could be blessed with the ultimate satisfaction.Get up early...realize that you had no need to...hug yourself and get back to sleep.Karthik ofcourse,unlike him got up only when he wanted to, he was always satisfied with himself.Aryan adjusted his pillow and disappeared inside the blanket deciding not to desert his bed for 3 more hours....
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Tales of a lackadaisical boy-2
Hostel
Aryan sat behind his desk with a big book on his lap.He was carefully observing a pen which danced on his fingers.Karthik was at the window,looking outside humming soft music.
"Crap! this is complete crap,I can't study this all night" Aryan exploded in one breath.
"You can't and I won't.From the history of my journey with books,I have realised that a one night stand never ends up the way you want to." Karthik smiled.
It was 11 55 PM.Aryan closed the book, slipped into his chappals and turned to Karthik." My brain cells are screwed, Im going for a cup of tea.Wanna come?"
Karthik nodded.They stepped out of the room and walked towards the elevator.On their way they saw a sporadic image of a few guys hastily pacing across the corridors.Most of them with stacks of papers in their hands.People belonging to this category had what was called the itching sensation.It was their basic instinct to loiter all over the hostel every now and then to check others' progress in preparation.All of them operated individually.Well, for the ones who had'nt started preparing, this herd was a big pain in the ass.
The elevator door slid opened and both of them started heading towards the canteen.
" So.." Aryan's phone started ringing.Karthik stopped."Who is it? No one calls you at this hour".
Aryan signalled to stay quiet and picked up the phone.Karthik tried his best to overhear the conversation.But, it was too short which mainly included murmers and at last a low but clear "Thank you".
"Was that your mom? Don't tell me its your birthday man!" Karthik checked his watch, it was 12:00 AM
It took a few seconds for Aryan to speak."yes,Its my birthday" he said in a low tone.
Dumbo! you are saying it like you've been imprisoned for life.Happy birthday anyway! Its been almost a year and I don't know your birthday.I am the worst friend anyone can have".
"Its okay,Don't get excited.Its just that I don't like my birthday" Aryan said.Karthik noticed there was no sign of feeling in Aryan when the latter spoke.Everything was covered by the straight face.
"Lets go now" Aryan muttered.Karthik followed.....
Both of them were walking while Aryan was thinking "not now Karthik, sometime in future I will tell you,I will definitely tell you".He took out his mobile phone and kept staring at the screen.It took him a few seconds to realize that a puddle of tear had blurred his sight.
Karthik wasn't looking at Aryan either.He thought to himself "Of all the days why the hell does he hate his birthday? Its his problem though.Let him tell when he wants to". He fumbled in his pockets for earphones,stuffed them in place and started humming his favourite tune....Newyork nagaram
Aryan sat behind his desk with a big book on his lap.He was carefully observing a pen which danced on his fingers.Karthik was at the window,looking outside humming soft music.
"Crap! this is complete crap,I can't study this all night" Aryan exploded in one breath.
"You can't and I won't.From the history of my journey with books,I have realised that a one night stand never ends up the way you want to." Karthik smiled.
It was 11 55 PM.Aryan closed the book, slipped into his chappals and turned to Karthik." My brain cells are screwed, Im going for a cup of tea.Wanna come?"
Karthik nodded.They stepped out of the room and walked towards the elevator.On their way they saw a sporadic image of a few guys hastily pacing across the corridors.Most of them with stacks of papers in their hands.People belonging to this category had what was called the itching sensation.It was their basic instinct to loiter all over the hostel every now and then to check others' progress in preparation.All of them operated individually.Well, for the ones who had'nt started preparing, this herd was a big pain in the ass.
The elevator door slid opened and both of them started heading towards the canteen.
" So.." Aryan's phone started ringing.Karthik stopped."Who is it? No one calls you at this hour".
Aryan signalled to stay quiet and picked up the phone.Karthik tried his best to overhear the conversation.But, it was too short which mainly included murmers and at last a low but clear "Thank you".
"Was that your mom? Don't tell me its your birthday man!" Karthik checked his watch, it was 12:00 AM
It took a few seconds for Aryan to speak."yes,Its my birthday" he said in a low tone.
Dumbo! you are saying it like you've been imprisoned for life.Happy birthday anyway! Its been almost a year and I don't know your birthday.I am the worst friend anyone can have".
"Its okay,Don't get excited.Its just that I don't like my birthday" Aryan said.Karthik noticed there was no sign of feeling in Aryan when the latter spoke.Everything was covered by the straight face.
"Lets go now" Aryan muttered.Karthik followed.....
Both of them were walking while Aryan was thinking "not now Karthik, sometime in future I will tell you,I will definitely tell you".He took out his mobile phone and kept staring at the screen.It took him a few seconds to realize that a puddle of tear had blurred his sight.
Karthik wasn't looking at Aryan either.He thought to himself "Of all the days why the hell does he hate his birthday? Its his problem though.Let him tell when he wants to". He fumbled in his pockets for earphones,stuffed them in place and started humming his favourite tune....Newyork nagaram
Tales of a lackadaisical boy-1
18 years ago
A mother lay on the hospital bed.She turned her head and stared at the blurring image of the cradle which stood right beside her.She wiped the tears off her face and started rocking the cradle with her gentle hand.The child was crying.A middle aged man stood beside the cradle and peeped over it.He made funny faces, clapped hard and even went to the extent of singing a lullaby.But the child would’nt stop crying.The mother got up and took the baby into her arms.She tried to be so careful that her hands began to tremble.After minutes of grappling with her amateur practice as a mother, she looked down at the baby asleep in her arms.The father kept watching them all the while.He gave a wide smile accompanied by a nod.He turned nostalgic as memories of his mother rushed into his mind.....
2003
St joseph’s high school
“ Your son is very lazy Mrs Rao.In my ten years of teaching I have’nt come across a student as lazy and indolent as Karthik.I am very sorry on that remark.On the brighter side he definitely has the potential in him.But the problem lies in his thinking…that little brain of his.. thinks weird things”
2007
FIITJEE junior college
“Karthik is not a dull student.Not a bright one either.He is just a student...Well, Its time for him to step into the world of college.I would’nt be wrong if I said he would make it to a decent engineering college this year.”
Karthik was the most easily misunderstood guy in the history of guys.People thought he was arrogant,adamant,stubborn,selfish and what not.But he was just lazy….a lazy ass.A week before his 18th birthday, his mom planned to gift him with a decent outfit.
" Go check it out" she forced one of the FM jeans into his hands and pushed him into the trial room.Karthik shut the door behind him ,mumbled for a while and took off his trouser.In his new jeans he stared into the human sized mirror facing him.A 5foot 8 inches figure stared back at him.He ran his fingers through the untidy thick black hair and examined himself for a while.The jeans was a little more than his waist size.The usual thought process started in his mind.
Since this doesn't fit me, I have to try another one to convince mom.What a pain in the ass!.Alternate solution; Perhaps I'll go with this one, manage with a belt.Bingo!
He slipped back to his old jeans and stepped out of the trial room.
"oh! I wanted to see you in that.Why did you take it off?" his mom exclaimed.
" Its okay, ma.You selected the best one,it perfectly suits me" Karthik tried to convince as he had been accustomed to doing this for years. His mom casually shrugged and nodded in agreement .
A mother lay on the hospital bed.She turned her head and stared at the blurring image of the cradle which stood right beside her.She wiped the tears off her face and started rocking the cradle with her gentle hand.The child was crying.A middle aged man stood beside the cradle and peeped over it.He made funny faces, clapped hard and even went to the extent of singing a lullaby.But the child would’nt stop crying.The mother got up and took the baby into her arms.She tried to be so careful that her hands began to tremble.After minutes of grappling with her amateur practice as a mother, she looked down at the baby asleep in her arms.The father kept watching them all the while.He gave a wide smile accompanied by a nod.He turned nostalgic as memories of his mother rushed into his mind.....
2003
St joseph’s high school
“ Your son is very lazy Mrs Rao.In my ten years of teaching I have’nt come across a student as lazy and indolent as Karthik.I am very sorry on that remark.On the brighter side he definitely has the potential in him.But the problem lies in his thinking…that little brain of his.. thinks weird things”
2007
FIITJEE junior college
“Karthik is not a dull student.Not a bright one either.He is just a student...Well, Its time for him to step into the world of college.I would’nt be wrong if I said he would make it to a decent engineering college this year.”
Karthik was the most easily misunderstood guy in the history of guys.People thought he was arrogant,adamant,stubborn,selfish and what not.But he was just lazy….a lazy ass.A week before his 18th birthday, his mom planned to gift him with a decent outfit.
" Go check it out" she forced one of the FM jeans into his hands and pushed him into the trial room.Karthik shut the door behind him ,mumbled for a while and took off his trouser.In his new jeans he stared into the human sized mirror facing him.A 5foot 8 inches figure stared back at him.He ran his fingers through the untidy thick black hair and examined himself for a while.The jeans was a little more than his waist size.The usual thought process started in his mind.
Since this doesn't fit me, I have to try another one to convince mom.What a pain in the ass!.Alternate solution; Perhaps I'll go with this one, manage with a belt.Bingo!
He slipped back to his old jeans and stepped out of the trial room.
"oh! I wanted to see you in that.Why did you take it off?" his mom exclaimed.
" Its okay, ma.You selected the best one,it perfectly suits me" Karthik tried to convince as he had been accustomed to doing this for years. His mom casually shrugged and nodded in agreement .
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