55er:Relax, u r @ home!

She had many thoughts on her mind on the way back. Official deadline, Prasad’s 10th exam, Shivam’s office party on Sunday. She unlatched door and sat on couch closing eyes. She smelled something refreshing, Shivam was standing holding cup of coffee .He said “Relax, u r at home”. She looked at him with satisfactory smile.

Crush !!

What is a crush? Noooo!! I am not talking about some stupid chocolate name or I am not going beat somebody for something.

I am talking about ‘the nice feeling’. Now you will ask me, can crush be the feeling. Indeed it is.

Let me give you my own example. When I was kid... (I don’t know now-a-days which age group is called kids), to be very specific this is incident when I was in 2nd standard. (Please somebody calculate age for me!). I spent my childhood days in town which not very much advanced. In our class we used have 2 separate sections for girls and boys divided with empty line. (No!! it was never mixed, u can call it as gender discrimination or what so ever, trust me I had no say at time on this subject) .Teacher used to select boy representative who used control girls section and girl representative who used control boys section, in absence of teachers (here the word control means rep used write names on black board of people who used to make noise and teacher used to decide punishment for them).

My class teacher selected me as girl representative to take care of boy section for that day. Please don’t create good image of mine like I was studious or quiet or similar adjectives which a good kid gets! I was one of the noisy creatures all the time, I guess to reduce noise level of the class my teacher made me girl’s rep for that class...Good trick I must say! That was Mrs. Mungikar madam’s class. She used teach us math and giving responsibility on able shoulders (??) she left for some office work.

Now it was my turn to hush the boys which I thought should be quiet possible task. The boy’s section was quiet surprisingly, but in between I heard some mumbling noise and little suppressed laughing from one of the corner. Without much delay I wanted to find the name of the noisy kid and write it down on blackboard as per instruction. I found out that he was non other than our class teacher’s son Mayur Mungikar. Being class teacher’s son he always used to bully other kids and god knows why kids used to listen to him. I was rebellious kid from childhood and ignoring him as class teachers’ son… I wrote his name on blackboard without any hesitation. (I tried my level best to make writing understandable, which was 50% successful J…(till to date I am trying for making up for remaining 50 %). I turned my head with proud smile to my girls group for appreciation, who were pretty surprised at my act.

I suddenly heard somebody coming behind me. As I turned to see what is happening, there I saw that Mayur was wiping his name from blackboard. I was shocked looking at him. Like an idiot!! He gave me that carelessly rude look. As if he is above the law. I was RED HOT with anger and walked out at that very movement and went teacher’s office.

Mrs Mungikar madam was busy in doing some work. I didn’t care to think whether I may be disturbing her and told her what happened. But sadly, she didn’t react the way I expected. She listened to me patiently and asked me to go to classroom. I came back with a very red face. Whole classroom started staring at me!! Suddenly I understood. Running in middle of the class in anger wasn’t good idea. For 10 min nothing happened other than Mayur laughing at me with his friends. But I noticed one of guy from his group wasn’t laughing .Instead he was giving condolence looks. But I just ignored him thinking all boys are the same. I started cursing myself for being a fool in front of whole class.

Finally my class teacher entered the class and this distracted the class attention from me to studies again (what a relief!!). To my surprise Madam called out Mayur’s name and asked him to go out and kneel down. There came the smile on my face. I got my justice. It was my time to give him his rude looks back J. I started thinking about those freedom fighters how they must have felt and decided to do big things for justice like history’s hero after growing up J ….Don’t worry I only software engineer..

Rewind once again, important part skipped from mind. There was this guy who gave me looks of pity, where was he?? I started searching for him during the recess time. There I found him, standing with his lunch box and water bottle. He was also looking at me with a nice smile. I smiled back at him. I felt really nice. And BINGO... This is the feeling I was trying to explain when I started my write up. That was my first ever crush (somewhere I thank Mayur for that, because of which I noticed this guy). Other than his name which is UDAY I do not remember anything about him. Come on!! I was in 2^nd standard, too young to think anything else. Thank god!! I at least remember name.

Don’t tell me...you never got such type of nice feeling which is nothing but crush in my language is. Sometime you just feel like turning back whiles you are walking, and looking again at somebody who just passed by you way… (This does not mean you have to follow that somebody, which is bad!!). Sometime you like somebody for no reason...It is just a feeling which survives just for few minutes or hours or days. (I am really sorry if it surviving more than that …its time to revisit the feeling: P ...Its not crush anymore my dear friend and where my expertise ends. I can’t help beyond that).

My theory about crushes goes like this… According to me a crush is like soap bubbles…remember a person sitting in the middle of any fair with bunch of plastic boxes filled with soap water and with use of a wire loop, makes bubbles to attract your attention. Whenever passing by that you must have felt like touching at least of one them or just standing there and observing constantly changing rainbow color effect which gives very nice and cheerful feeling! Crushes are like that. It just a feeling which comes in mind like colorful soap bubble and gives you joyfulness for a movement.

You feel like singing song for yourself, while walking feel like skipping a step. Life feels wonderful. The beauty of crush is that crushes should be unpredictable. That where its importance lies. It’s just living in that movement.

Don’t mind …may I ask you people…so how many of you had crushes and how many???..

LIFE beyond Traffic Signal!!

Signal turned red. Car windows were closed. Still he was trying to connect to people inside car. He was just 4 year old. It was part of his job which he learnt from his elders. He was trying to convince his hunger for food and clothing by making all possible gestures. But trying to collect only money as per instruction. Signal turned green. It was his break time. He started playing with his 1 year old sister who was waiting for him on footpath. They looked very happy with each other as signal was never red. Some question in my mind remained unanswered .Will he ever feel hunger for education? Will he ever feel a hunger for LIFE better than one on the footpath?