Windows Vista

I remember the times when i used to download the themes and use fonts resembling the Vista fonts and icons on my old Windows XP machine. I remember the times when i visited technical blogs looking for the images and screenshot of the then dream project Longhorn, I remember the times when i wanted to get a video card just in order to play the latest of the games!

Came a time when i finally purchased a new laptop... guess what... with a video card and a Windows Vista.

But my dreams of purchasing a video card dint fetch me anything except for frustration. No pirated game works for windows Vista. Damn this software industry. A lot of software is throwing errors and problems. This so called Ubuntu isn’t running on my machine, the trouble being with the nVidia card which I actually paid for(An irony).

Now I’m tempted to use Windows XP to bring me some comfort but the machines are getting blocked for no reason, can download and install Mac OS which won’t allow me to run even the simplest of games. And the company is planning to lay off people, forget about a salary hike so that I can purchase games…..

I guess this is what they call adjustment in lives when you need to think about the interests which you can’t pursue. Guess the person inside me who was destined to save mars in doom 3 is quitting. The most wanted BMW racer of the town is saying good bye before he could participate in his first race, the soldier who was supposed to defeat the Germans at the Omaha beach has died before his birth.

God damn this Windows Vista!!!!

One night in the genral boggie

190 bucks... from bangalore to pune... a small paper slip for the general boggie!!!! heavy pouring from the skies above and no availability of food... aha... sounds great for an adventure....aint it  :)


The engine was whistling, announcing its departure from platform number one towards north, and there i was standing on the station.. trying to figure out which way to run, Down the platform towards left or right (Can never figure out which way they attach the general boggie and what is the logic behind). Well thats not a concern actually because you have plenty of help available there... yup right ... coolies.

Well i got to know that the general compartment was attached to the extreme last of the train, and aha ..i was standing in the extreme begining of the train. Shit!! what a fate. Anyways, have to board the train, so no way!!! Run dude run... because u cant board any other boggie... they arent interconnected. Have you ever wondered, when ever you want to run on the platform, it becomes so damn crowded and if you run... girls on the way think that you are some kind of a monster running with an intention just to hit them. Well i dont give a damn!!! Have to go to pune, what so ever happens.....

 

What so ever happens.... haha dude... welcome to the general boggie.. have you ever seen a compartment so full, that it looks like a beehive. aham aham .. more than a 100 ppl!! and another 200 bags!!! aha .. where am i?? Wish this wasnt the real world, just an illusion!! Well anyways get in dude!! you have to go to pune!!!

 

As soon as i got into the compartment, the very first thing which you generally look is a place to sit, the story was a little different here. I started searching for a place where i can actually keep my feet without jumping onto someones tummy or worse someones *****. Right from the seats to the floor to the bathroom.. (Yes even bathroom) were fully occupied. And yes the place where you keep your luggage was occupied too. Some workers were sleeping there itself .. tying them selves to the hookes in case they fall down from that tiny place. I wish i had taken a pic at that time so that i cud have copy pasted it here....   :-P

 

Aha!!! Its india, a group of aunties... started fighting which each other over a small place, place which was hardly anything for even a kid. Hmm .. the uncles (Probably their husbands) also jumped into the fights. And the entire boggie was full of noise filled with some kannada slangs and some hindi bhaiya style.."teri maa ki.." and similies. And now makes the entry the king of the jungle -- a fat ugly policiya.

 

"Oye kya problem hai... why are you fighting...  "

"blah blah blah blah... and more blah"...  (Sorry i dont know kannada!! This is what i interpret out of it)

 

The police man dragged one man out of the boggie.... and the other police wala.... looked at me!!!!

 

"Come... on!!! what did i do!! I just entered... and i havent even got the courage to fight for a seat!!!" thought poor me!!

 

"Sir!! aap yahan bethiye" and he pointed at the lil minuscle place which was a proper seat in that compartment.

 

"Sir!!! Did he call me Sir!!! heheheh ... i think i was the only decent looking chap in the compartment!! Sir!! hehehe Well ok i dont mind sitting"

 

that place was good enough for atleast 30% of my ass to accomodate. well u sit there, you can expand later... :-D . Did i tell you that this place was the second floor. aham.. not on top of the train, but the upper berth!! there was no middle berth!!

 

The berths were wooden with those slots in the middle which provides a wonderful oppurutnity to slice a sword or rather a piece of wood through them. Leave it there is no point cribbing about it.

 

There comes my wonderful book .. inscrutable americans...Sleeping at that hour was desirable but not feasible if you understand what i mean!! i spread my legs on the other side and i ended up receiving filthy looks from the lady with a dozen kids at that other end. I dint have a choice, except for falling down to the ground floor. So i stayed like that, hoping nothing would happen. I openend my book to concentrate, and there were a bhaiya jee to my left. He asked me to keep my luggage( excuse me it was just a small bag) under the lower berth. Saala ... has he gone crazy or what.... this is indian railways .. moreover this is a general boggie... and a night journey, if you trust anyone here, u might end up loosing even your chaddi, forget about the bag itself. So i gave a filthy look back to him... he dint ask me again!! I think this was the communication mechanism in the train.

 

The train started.

 

1:30 AM. some deserted station, every body in the boggie was more or less awake. it was a little tiring to sit on that wooden platform hung at a height of 10 mts from the ground with your legs in the air.

 

The kid sitting opposite to me was crying for the past half an hour. It had become a white noise for me, since i had been listening to it for a long time. Anyways......

 

"I am hungry!!! what the f**K!! If i get down a million zombies will start fighting for the seat and i wont even get to sit. Moreover there aint anything on the platform outside to eat"

 

You know what, you dont even see the pantry guys in the general boggie, I dnt know whether they think that we are properly fed with food or are they scared about entering in that fish market. Plus point is that you dont even get to see any begger or any hermephro looting you for money..... They know they cant expect anything from this compartment neither they will get out even if they gather the courage to get inside. :-( Anyways there was no point thinking about all that right now. I just looked outside.

 

Wow... this kid is there outside selling vada pav!!!

 

"Oye!! 2 vada pav dena"

"5 rupaye bhaiya"

 

"yaar tu 100 rupaye lele .. lekin abhi kuch khane ko to de...  " thought myself

 

He passed those vada pavs through the window, and i somehow managed to get them. The train started from the platform.

 

The kid sittin next to me stopped crying mysteriously, i dont know how!!

 

"Shit he is eyeing my vada pav!!! GOD anything but not the vada pav :-("

 

I took one bite from the first pav... but cudnt gulp it ... sad!!! i had to give him one of those.

I just prayed to god that the other 11 dont wake up. And the God although crazy .. listened to atleast this one. :-)

 

 

I just finished the first hundred pages of the book... its kinda difficult to focus on the book too if you are hungry!!! I noticed that we are at some other station!! It just meant a few moments of peaceful time when there was no movement. There was hardly anything one can do in such a situation.But guess what happened at that time....

 

Yeah baby yeah!!! ppl from my berth got down at that station. and i was relaxed that there were only three at my berth now... i dreamt of sleeping ... wat a wonderful thought it was... unless the train started moving...

 

The goddamn kid was awake!!!

 

the lady was having a tough time handling him!!! i dont know who was suffering, the lady started beating him like anything, slaps slaps and more slaps... I think her idea to stop him from crying was to beat him to death... and he screamed higher and higher...

 

"Akka!! ise mujhe pakdayein"    (Hand it over to me) we had some place at our berth!!! atleast i thought so!!! I received filthy looks from the berth mates..  remember the unsaid communication. Well it stared another set of activities...... The kid was a trouble creator.

 

I placed the kid one person next to me, we had some empty place there. He slept and the time bomb was triggered.

 

The time was 4:30 AM, and i was reading about the letters the hero of the inscrutable americans used to send to his brother, the incsrutable americans, when i heard some one from the lower berth, asking someone to close the window. The windows were closed. I looked down.

 

The person next to the window was all wet with the water, and he thought that it was raining outside. Windows were closed...  And i traced the source of the water!!!! The stream stopped at the kid... !!!! 

The kid had peed on the poor man!!! and the scene was one hell of it!!! The guy was half asleep and still thought that it was the rain water!!! Till the time he woke up and realized what he had been enjoying.

 

And there was a huge scene after that. The kid woke up and started crying again. And the entire lower berth had started shouting!! The guy had become a symbol of disgust and everybody moved away from him, atleast he enjoyed getting full space after that. Some ppl brought some newspaper to put on the berth and the others simply shifted away. The guy started shouting at the kid who was already crying. The lady picked that kid and took him to the orignial berth where he belonged. thank god no one asked me who kept that kid there.

 

It was a little sad for that guy, but a little funny too!!! :-D he got down at the next station somewhere around 6 in the morning. We had entered maharashtra.

 

The best part about maharashtra is the activeness u see there. The more sluggish karnataka is, the opposite is maharashtra. Sun arose from the east, anyways i dint notice where east was... i just saw the sunlight coming through the windows. Awesome it was... an adventorous night was coming to an end. But there was a huge journey still to cover.

 

Another 10 hours... and the sunlight had just come into the chamber. And the train had taken a halt at this station. Some other janta got off the train. and i was relieved to see one complete seat available on the ground floor. It was the single seat at the other side along the passage. I was quick enough not to miss anything this time. Believe me i got the the seat and i was glued to it for the next 10 hours. Anyways that is a separate story. 

I got a vada pav again at the station, thank god they have vada pav everywhere in maharashtra. They live on vada pav it seems... anyways who cares, i got the best and the fresh vada pav along with a piece of the magazine which told me how to make my lips more lustful!!! My inscurtable americans was already over. So wanted to get something worth reading. So i ran my local search on the platform through the window. There was a stall which had some chacha choudhary stuff and some cheap murder mysteries.... i thought newspaper would be a better option, provided i get something which wasnt in marathi or kannada!!! All is well that ends well... i got a paper, The train started.

Another 4-5 hours passed with the normal stuff... chit chat!!! and some kids crying and some mums scolding and some dads chewing tobacco.. and ppl staring at each other.

The train finally stopped at sholapur. It was a major halt. My eyes were kinda burning with the sleeplessness. But the scene was kinda strange outside. Our boggie was a little away from the main station. Last boggies arent lucky enough to get a place in the middle. Well anyways .. the thing was.. there was a bunch of guys ..all "mawwali" types, and they were dressing up like the hermaphrodite ones....  i guess the whole thing is clear to you all. And the three of them moved towards the other compartments... i guess the general boggies arent promising to them....  Its kinda sad that certain people can immitate anyone just to make a few bucks. And they bring bad names to others.

And there i saw a small kid selling some guavas. And he dint get any customer as far as i noticed him. He went out of sight after that. What does it tells me!!! Is the world really a place for hardwork!!! I just wish that those guys they get caught one day and get their real place. 

But it wasnt all .... The sholapur station was full of strange things, It had a different culture, scorching weather and all togather seperate cunning people. Very unline the bangaloreans who are extremly simple and straightforward kinds. The other side of the boggie.. on the track opposite to our platform, there was a huge crowd, and i could see some police men there. The ppl inside were talking to each other. It was as if some person had committed suicide on the railway track. There were some ppl on the other platform watching the dead body there.... It was an extremly sad site, Dunno it was a suicide or rather an accident an unpleasent one. But i started hating that station for the poor feeling it gave me. I dont know whether it was the station or rather the general boggie which exposed me to all these things. Had i been in an AC one, i would have slept my way across the journey. 

The train started. There were another 3-4 hours left now!!!!

I was wondering the whole journey why i dint meet people who chatter like anything and the journey just passes. God is omnipresent. I was heard. The person opposite to me was looking at me for a long time. He took the initiative.

"Where are you going"
"Pune ! What about you!!"

"Mumbai"

It seems as if he was an army person atleast that is what he told me. And then began some stories of how they have conquered some places, and some stories of how we explore bangalore and how we conquer the projects in the company. He was glad to have met me. I dont know why but i was a nice person to him for some reason. May be he wanted me to eat some sweets from his box which were mixed with some kind of stuff, so that he can steal my bag and run away. Wow... But there was hardly anything in my bag. A towel and some clothes.

Anyways nothing happend. And we reached some place close to mumbai, i wanted to wash my face, and the person helped me block my seat for the time. After that face wash i felt light and fresh again. And we ordered some more vada pav and tea from the station and had it. It was a good session which we had and it was full of stories and stuff. The journey from sholapur to pune was a little quick, everyone was awake, the voices and noises were no more than a white noise at the far distance to me. I was accustomed to it. I saw tat poor dad who was sitting on the floor and gave the only little seat to his 8-9 years old boy. How he took a vada pav and shared it with his kid and both were happy, unlike we IT junta who cribb on the best food in the cafetaria. How the heat dint affect the people, where as we ppl crib for the AC in our offices. The only difference i saw in us and them was they had a purpose behind the journey where as we loose that target and just crib for anything literally everything which comes our way. Sorry but you should read "Alchemist" once to understand this thing. 

Anyways the destination had come, We took a halt outside the pune station. Have you ever wondered, it isnt difficult to wait if the train stops anywhere in the journey, but if it stops before the final destination, just a km away.. it becomes very difficult to bear wit  it. Kher it was time to say good bye to that army guy. And to the entire general boggie, to the father and the kid and the entire place which was like a colony in itself. Platform number 4 had arrived. And i picked my small bag, everything still intact.

"Bangalore se mumbai jaane wali gadi "UDYAN EXPRESS" apne nirdharit samay 4 baj kar 30 minute par platform number 4 par pahunch chuki hai" 

Great to hear that... great it wasnt late. I stepped out the train and walked towards the overbridge to go to the main platform. I dint feel hungry this time neither i had anything else in my mind. I reached on the top of the overbridge... and looked down... 

the train had once again started.

When Abhay met Geeta

I Reached home next day ... waiting for her call....Then one day my mom woke be up very early in the morning(around 8AM ,my usual time being 10-11 so it was too early for me) and said there is someone on phone for me....i took the phone half slept and asked who is this ...it was Geeta...i was already very angry on her for not calling for so long and now in half sleep ...i don’t know why but i shouted on her for calling so early in morning and then somehow i realized that this...and we talked normally for some time.....

After some time she hung up saying that she will call in evening....and she called back in evening this time we talked a bit longer...i can sense that she is upset over what happened earlier that day....
i asked her ,”are you angry with me.i am sorry for what happened today morning”
She said,” no i am fine....just tired a bit”
I asked,”when are you coming back?”
She replied, “Don’t know, may be after 2 weeks.”
“Your vacation will be over this week only na”, she asked.
I said,”yes, and we will not be meeting for next 6 months also”

After some more casual talk we disconnected...i was thinking what to do.... i wanted to meet her...see her....

Then finally i decided no matter what i will meet her this time only.....

Next day i told my parents that i am going to Noida tomorrow to meet some school time friends.... they said ok but be back by evening....don’t get late...i said ok ....

I waited for next day and early morning 6 O’clock i left for Noida(actually to massourie) i took the bus which took 5 hrs to reach there so by 12 in day ....

I called her from there(i took her number when she called last time).... and told her that i am in massourie ...initially she didn’t believed but later we decided to meet on a small coffee cafe there...
She came as soon as she can...

I said,” you look gorgeous today”.
“thankx, but all of a sudden you here and how can you talk to me like that”
“Yes, i told you na i wanted to meet you and like what ?”
“like you talked to me on phone that day”
“I am really sorry for that...but i was half slept... didn’t know to whom i was talking.”
“never ever dare try to talk to me like that again.”
“ok, it will never happen again in future...happy.....”
“but you should have told me earlier that you are coming. you know i have to tell my parents that my school friend has come here for vacation”
“so what..i told the same thing...that i am going to meet my school friends.”
“ok now tell me what do you want to say.”
“what say...just wanted to meet you.”
“for this you came all the way to here...just to meet.”
“i don’t know ...i know only one thing that i want to be with you.”
“hmm...so what are ur plans for today.”
“u tell...i don’t know anyhting about his place. And i didn’t made any plan i just came to be with you”
“ok ...lets go for a movie.”
Well it was unexpected for me....but deep in my heart i also wanted the same thing....
“which one?”
“lets go for Deewangee, i wanted to see that”, she said
“ok lets go”

We reached cinema hall...i took 2 tkts...it seems ticket counter guy was well experienced ...he gave second last row corner seats....we sat there...and movie started....

There was some scenes in which she was a bit scary ...and held my hand tightly...and those was best scene of movie for me...
I asked,” we should have gone for a horror movie.”
“SHUT UP.” , came the reply
We were just talking with each other she was watching movie nd i was watching her ....
I was wishing that time just stops here only....but that didn’t happened...and movie got over after some time....

We came out...
She asked, “did you like the movie?”
"with you any movie will be great.”

She just smiled....

“Can you stay for one more day”,she asked.
“my parents will kill me.”
“can you rejoin your college after one week.”
I asked,”what i will do alone at home.”
“i will come there in that case befire you go to your college.”
“it is not possible... i have to go on time....”
“ok”,she said..half heartily
“i have to go now...it’s already late.”, she said
This reminds me that it’s also late for me.
I said,”ok...i will call you.”

I hugged her and she left....

I took the bus back home....happy and smiling... it felt like lots of things were also said without speaking...

A journey called love.....

what remains is me
and my loneliness.
once i traveled through
a journey called love.

Inspired by a simple poem by Satyakam.....

Dream Shattered

Continued from.....
Dream Date

Writing as Abhay....

I was awake now but still thinking about the dream I just had. After 15 minutes New Delhi railway station arrived and slowly we all got down. I saw my first surprise of my vacation ... My parents were waiting for me at station...and they had a pretty good surprise in store for me....
“We have your cousin brother’s first birthday tomorrow. So we will go together day after tomorrow.” My mom said as we started to move out
A 1000 watt shock just passed through my body. I Thought in myself “Day After tomorrow....but I have to meet Geeta tomorrow. I can’t stay” Lots of things are running inside my mind....i have to somehow inform Geeta about this but There was no way to inform her ....she doesn’t own a mobile phone and her home number was not working from past 2 days(why can’t phone work properly when needed.....)
Anyways i started with my parents towards our relative’s home. We reached there and then started a long discussion on Hostel life and studies which went through till 2:00AM.
Next day I wake up at 8:00 AM. All people were busy at that time preparing about evening party but my mind was thinking something else. I got ready in no time and i told everyone that i have some work so i will finish that and will be back in 1 hour or so. I knew it’s just about her normal routine time to come on Yahoo messenger that’s the only option i have. We have to talk to today. I searched for a cyber cafe ...it was most desperate search of my life...finally i found one and i logged into my yahoo account....and i found my bad luck working at its best...she was not there... i opened my mail box ....no mail from her....i started writing a mail to her....as i was about to press send button i saw in bottom right corner of my screen her name popped up....yyyyyeeeeeeeeee....she came online.....i ping her very same moment...
“hi...”,i pinged her
“hi... how r u?”,she replied
“i m fine...what about you.”
“fine...you reached home?”
“nope ....in delhi only, have some function here today ..tomorrow only we will come there.”
“but we decide to meet today....what about that?”
“we can meet tomorrow also na....its not a problem”
“but i am going to massourie tomorrow morning”
“why....and for how many days.”
“my cousin sisters marriage is this month only.....will be back only after 21 days.”
Why we have cousin brothers and sisters...i thought.....it was second 1000 watt shock in 2 consecutive days.....
“but i have to go back after 20 days....it means we can not meet in this break?? ”,i asked.
“i think we can meet next time when you will come.”
“but i want to talk to you about....”
“about????”
“about hostel life.....you are the only one i share all the things......and about us..... about lots of things....”
“wht.....about us??????? .....what about us...”
“nothing special....”
“no tell me na”
“will tell you later.....when we will meet...”
“sure....don’t forget”
“ya ya...sure....”
“ok now i have to go.....”,she said
I said,”ok.....give me contact no of where you are going”
“i will mail you later.....or i will call you later from massourie”
“bbye...take care”, she said and she went offline....

I was sitting there ...not able to think about what happened in last few minutes....and what will happen.....with this thoughts going in my mind was didn’t replied to any of the mails....nd left cafe.....

Dream Date

Abhay was waiting for the train to reach Delhi as soon as possible ...it was his first semester break and will be meeting Geeta after 6 long months .....he just can’t wait to reach home....
Finally train reached at Delhi station at 9 PM in night which is over 5 hrs late then scheduled time... now he left with around 4 hrs journey which he has to do by road...he boarded bus around 10PM and reached his home at 1:30AM in midnight..... he went to bed anticipating about the following day which he planned to spend with Geeta....
He met Geeta in his IIT coaching and they became friends soon....they were just friends nothing more than this....they spend almost 1 year together in coaching and after that .... he always liked her company but never felt that they have something more than just friendship between them....
He reached ice cream parlor at 2:30 half an hour early then they are supposed to meet....he was anxious to meet her...finally she came at around 3:10....these 40 minutes was seems to be longest 40 minutes of his life...but when she arrived it all worth for....she was wearing traditional light blue colored salwar-kurta .....he always liked her in this dress.... on top of that she had her hair open....which she always disliked and he liked.... very light makeup....it was looked like she took lot of time in dressing up...all his favorite stuff..... the moment he saw her ....he was speechless...
First thing she asked him is how did she looks...and he was unable to say anything...his mind was too slow to react on this unexpected.....they sat there for some time in which they both talked about lots of things....about colleges....about new friends.... and lots of other stuff....it was 5 o’clock when they realized about time.... she told him now she has to go....he wanted her to stay for some more time but she had to go.... finally when there was no other option left he asked her if they can walk together till her home.... she agreed but said not till home he has to drop her before her home itself....
it was mid July and it was cloudy outside... they left cafe and started walking towards her home... it was main city market and as always crowded....they walked hand in hand and talked about future plans.... walking they reached MALL ROAD ....a clean and silent place... away from city traffic ... paradise for couples..... at anytime you can see many couples walking there.... it started breezing in some time and in no time it was raining heavily.... they were enjoying it.... they always enjoyed rains together.... and for him it was like more than he ever expected..... they saw a bench in park and sat there ...and enjoyed rains drops falling on grounds.... then he looked at her....rain drops were falling on her cheeks...touching her lips....he looked into her eyes..... their eyes locked.... not able to say any word.... his lips touched her ....she didn’t resisted ..... no one knows it was time after which they were meeting or rain....and they had their first kiss...... he felt as if he was in heaven....it was a small kiss but he enjoyed it..... after some time rain stopped and they started to move towards her home....
he didn’t want to leave her hand...but they reached from where she had to go alone....he asked if they can spend some more time ... but it was almost 8...she promised her mom that she will be back by 6... they were together for 5 hours but it seems to them like a moment only....
all of a sudden he felt like someone hit him..... someone was shacking him.....many people were near him..... and he realized it all was a dream.... his train is about to reach Delhi and all his friends were trying to wake him up.... he thought to himself ....will this dream ever come true..... how will his meeting with her go.....he washed his face ,collected his stuff and was ready to get down.....

College... the last day!!!!

I walked with my best friends across the campus......... towards my class... my final year engineering class. The hour hand at the watch said ... it was ten minutes past 5.... and there was not even a single trace of any life in the college........ except for we three.... me and my best pals ..........

Another ten steps.. and there was our class with the doors shut... !!! we were on the third floor... and the sun setting down in the valley with its orange rays was creating a magical scene. Had a wish that the time stops at that very moment... but it never happens... the seconds hand ticked heavily..... and we opened the doors of the class for one last time...................

Wished i cud ask my teacher..."may i come in.... " and wanted to hear her shout.... "You late again... no attendance..."
but there was no one there... just empty desks.. and we three.... looking at the walls.... and the desks.. all empty... with quotes we wrote ... and the raised platform .. where the torture classes were held... and the last benches.. where we had fun.... laughed .... kicked out.... hiding from the teachers... pleading for attendence............ million memories rolled like a muvee into our minds... and there was complete silence for a moment.. and we smiled ... laughed!!!!!

Walked like heros from the medivial times.... jumped over the benches... had a look at the bench .. where the so called babes of our class used to sit.... hehehe... babes in engineering.... a dream in itself... (no offenses to any babes)... ..

drifted to our place... ... sat there..... side seats...
dint feel like the last day .... dont remember how we met .... how we came to such a stage... feels like i know my friends from ages... feel like as if i was born in this college..... feel like i was always here...

The entire class was still there alive.... the last benchers sleeping.......... the gals chatting amongst themselves........... the teacher in her own world...... ravi sitting besides me .... cribbing about something .... swami sitting on first bench taking down notes.... and maru smiling at the babes.... ankur ... talking to the gals... and we laughing about something of the other..... me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad............ making some sketches.. or bullshit poetry ............

Ahh.. tarun asking me to look outside... for some babes from bio-med ... standing there....... and i without even a word...looked outside.. it was an unsaid communication.... tarun pinged me... and i, with the same enthu... looked outside... but today there wasnt anybody there................ just the deserted corridor.......... and i cud see the mechanical department at the end... no one there..................

looked back..... but there was vinay .. in his dream world.... not scribbling anything in his notebook... not laughing this time.... not sayin anything this time........... just sitting there.. and there was tarun... and there was me .....

"roll number 23.......... "
"roll number 23............ varun.... u sleeping again........ "
"Ok fine............. roll number 24"
"....................... hey .. present ma'm............ "
"you sleep dear...!!! no attendence for you................."


No attendence.... the class has ended... and my friends... chatting and laughing .... going for a chai... aur a samossa..... aur a lemon juice...

and we sat there ..... sat there all alone ......... closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus was calling us..............

Wanted to attend one last lecture........ but this time there was no one to take that last lecture..............

and there was that door... open... and we wished all the time .. to run away .... to bunk.. but this time it wasnt..... one last time.... one last time............ attended the class.... with no one.. just we three...