The exam was dreadful as usual. As I scribbled in “Chronicles of Narnia” on an electronics exam, filling up as many pages as I could. The silence was irksome and the heat was scorching and with three students on each bench, it was really steamy. The only little noise that echoed in the hall was a rattling old fan at the back side of the classroom. I felt a small bump against my arm. I looked to the right, finding her head against my arm. But she quickly got back to writing. I concentrated on more of Narnia when I noticed her head drop almost onto the paper. I looked at her writing and it was all twisted and off the lines. I concluded, she was damn sleepy…!
I gave her a nudge in the arm to make her wake up. She looked frantically at me, trying to find out what the hell I wanted. She probably hadn’t realized that she had fallen asleep. I whispered asking her not to sleep, she nodded and got back to writing. I rewinded from then to a couple of days ago, a similar exam when I had seen her the first time, but she was in the bench ahead of me. My junior Vipin sat beside me then. He talked to me about an article I had written earlier and we connected into friendship. This was our first exam together and to my delight, he was as blank as I was, in terms of answers. We looked at each other and I encouraged him to copy from some girl sitting next to me, offering to give him some answers. But he seemed a neat fellow, didn’t want to write that way. We talked, laughed, talking about supplementary exams and stuff. I persisted on asking who the girl in the first bench was, she was his classmate but I decided to put it for later.
Now watching her nod off was fun. I’d never seen a girl sleep off in the exam hall. All too soon, the 2 hours for our internal examination ran out. It was leaving time. I left her a word saying “Do sleep well at night”. She smiled as I walked outside the exam hall. I hung about with Vipin, getting to knew her name. Let’s call her Sarah (for safety reasons). I had only a memory of her face and a name to keep in my heart. No, I wasn’t in love! I knew nothing about her. But there was something, something I didn’t want to tell anyone. Life had been a rush. Last year in college had its toll to take. But I remembered always trying to get a glimpse of Sarah every time I walked along the melancholy corridors. Somehow, chronicles of Narnia seemed to vaporize and I started writing proper answers, when she was around in the hall. She seemed a good luck charm.
I would see her rushing along the corridors sometimes, probably coz she had loads of programs to host or something. I went into an essay writing competition to just get to look at her. I would sometimes hang out by her class to see her. Sometimes watch her from the window of her classroom, standing at the Milma canteen nearby. :) Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t stalking her. There was something about her. Her soft spoken voice, her pretty smile, the bold looking face, the neatly plaited hair, the pretty eyebrows and the never give up attitude that she portrayed; all added to her beauty. Looking past just her beautiful eyes, it reflected her struggle to become something in life, along the struggle and tension stricken path to excel. The calm composure and polished mannerisms that she carried with her was heavenly. Sometimes her eyes were tired, sometimes upset, tensed or weak of running herself rash in the race of life, she would walk around slightly looking down. I would watch from a distance, wishing I could tell her it was going to be alright... Her smile would brighten my day, would lighten my life. She was down to earth and respected good friendship. She would care for her close buddies and be there for them. No one ever told me, I simply knew. What I knew, her eyes told me…
Time pushed by, I saw less of her. Sometimes just batting of eye lids when we saw each other in corners of exam halls, or smiles exchanged across the corridors... Sometimes she was nowhere to be seen... I didn’t want to bother her or anyone related to her, with a conversation. I believed that somethings remained beautiful when left unsaid. But it was a face I couldn’t probably forget. I never had a reason to express my feelings, for I could never justify them. The gates were closing behind me and the rest of my batch as we were leaving college. Some were relieved, some of us were sad… Our shirts bore the signatures and best wishes of friends and well wishers. I looked around for her as I got on my bike and drove away from the campus. We all had our ways to go, there was no probable meeting again. A bus pulled in right in front of me which I almost collided into. I realized I wasn’t concentrating. I wanted to see her one last time. I looked around the bus stop and into the bus... At the ladies seat, I caught a glimpse of her talking to her friend. She was beautiful... A smile dawned on my face.
Past exam halls and classroom windows, past assignment submissions, canteen and library visits and rushing along crowded corridors where I no longer belonged, she had become so special to me. Invariably, a part of me…
Good job buddy! I enjoyed reading this. Write more.
ReplyDelete@hazem: Thank u sir.. :) more coming up! Keep reading :D
ReplyDeleteheya.. pretty good job .. !! though u cudve given it a bit more detail.. but on the whole well done.. reminds a lotta chetan bhagat !!
ReplyDeletekeep at it, ull do wonders.. !!
-MEGAMIND :) ;)
@mechnius: actually there's not much in detail. its just as discrete as I wrote it.. but somewhere there's a catch when i think of it.. plus i was trying to keep it short.. :) thanks for the support... keep reading :)
ReplyDeleteneat....indeed!!! amazing write up, had a good ride....congratz bro, keep em coming..!
ReplyDeleteHow can you write like this ,This was so wonderful.Njan sammathichirikkunnu.
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@CY3ERGURUJ1: thanks buddy :) i had a ride too :D
ReplyDelete@Vipin: thanks buddy.. just writing from my heart.. keep reading!
Man, like you i got many crushes in the same college. none of them untold and never wished to tell anyone. thought this as something similar to mine.did't felt my heart as it is a common thing for me...lol but it is truth...men with no backbone are meant to just crush...!!
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@backstabber: Its not about backbone man... or courage or anything else... Its about knowing whether ur worth or not... its about respecting her.. It's about leaving it as a beautiful memory rather than announcing it... The most fearful thing about trying to get something is the fear of losing it. It's a choice.. whether to dare.. or let it be a sweet memory.. i chose the latter :)
ReplyDeletecool man,i like it.. :)
ReplyDeletethanks for Images Courtesy.. :D
@vini: Comes from growing up in a tough neighbourhood or from not growing up at all... thsnks for reading man.. and images courtesy? My pleasure! :)
ReplyDeletevery nice :)
ReplyDeletehey... really nice to read this one vijay..... then when it all happened...?????? :-)
ReplyDelete@umar: thanks man :)
ReplyDelete@siniya: :) it all happened.. you were all busy to notice... last year... noone knew.. even i didnt know.. slowly realzed.. thanks for reading re :D
ReplyDeleteExcellent work! <3
ReplyDeletereally amazing well wrtn gr8 job kp it up....:)
ReplyDeletegood job... as always... keepup....
ReplyDeleteshort simple direct and touching!!!!
ReplyDeleteshould show your lucky charm this write up as well
always something that happens to everybody in some part of his/her life!!!!!
ReplyDeleteuntold crushes, waiting for that opportune moment that never comes (esp when it is relating to loves, crushes etc) etc..!!!
and then in the end it is all some good memories...!!
some thing to think upon when u feel nostalgic..
some thing to write upon when u feel emotional..
also some to speak upon when u feel like ur self!!!
good job man ;)
@sanjo: Thanks man...
ReplyDelete@DA: Thanks buddy... keep reading.. :)
Simple, but so touching! It is like some ray of magic....something I cant quite lay my finger on... I dont wear a hat, but I take an imiginary one off for you! Excellent, Vijay! :)
ReplyDeletebeautifully written...and there was this sense of respect and admiration you had for her..should have told her..every girl likes to be respected and admired...it isnt "i love u" always that matters...
ReplyDelete@sneha: I guess I wanted to... but didnt know how to..where to start.. I'd have to forge a friendship.. i wouldnt be able to explain what I felt.. If i failed to explain she would simply take it for flirtation... why spoil a beautiful memory?
ReplyDeletememories r all dat v hav in the end....
ReplyDeletehowever very few actually look back...
and even fewer can express it so vividly...
its not an easy job....its a gift..
keep it up... :) SSP
hmm... nice one but ...
ReplyDelete@luna: thanks for reading :) and for the appreciation..
ReplyDelete@SSP: true..memories are whats left over from yesterday... perhaps million times better than one's we shoot with cameras.. :) thanks for taking time to read...
ejoyable piece f work...really good..
ReplyDelete@poorni: thank u :)
ReplyDeletehmmmmmmmmmmmmm....ok...ok...
ReplyDelete@achu: :P thanks for reading..
ReplyDeletevery nice..keep writing.Sumtimes a few touch our hearts..cherished memories...
ReplyDelete@Sonal: Thanks ma.. :)
ReplyDeletebeing discrete did wonders with imagination.... it is awesome!
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@najiya: thanks u :)
ReplyDeleteGood one...
ReplyDeletekeep writing ..u have got a good future in this...
just curious to know who this girl is?? huh??