Chapter two: Facts and reasons
31st January 2000
It’s funny how it actually started. I mean I never looked at any girl in class seriously. One fine morning, I just walked into class and she smiled at me. That’s how I noticed the first girl in the first bench. To tell you the truth, I’m straight and I’m not gay. But still, even though the fact remained, I had no interest in getting myself hooked up with girl for time pass; typically, it means I’m not a jerk! I had no intention of falling into a deep whole from where I couldn’t pick myself up or something, ‘cause I’ve been there and done that.
It was just after lunch again, me and Bishal were returning to class and Bishal took a detour to the boys “common room” and I made my way to class. There she was again, looking at me and smiling again. There definitely was eye contact and people say that eye contact means something. Yet I took it lightly, I think I smiled back but passed the day as usual. I’m sure nothing had happened ‘cause, I heard no violins and I saw no rainbows.
Later, while we were walking back to the hostel, I confessed this to Bishal and he said to me that girls smiled at you for two reasons, 1. They like you (in a friendly way), 2. They’re teasing you. For a moment I pondered on the facts and imagined myself, a big walrus with pot-belly and thin limbs, yea right! She was probably teasing me. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I may be a bit bulky (5’8” and 96 Kilos), still I don’t fail to cast my charm on the opposite sex and look sexy!
Well, the practices for “Freshers” have begun as well. It’s actually a mass ragging type of thing where all the juniors will be on stage and you’ll perform and you’ll be rated and if you fail to catch the bar, you’ll be ragged by all the seniors there. Imagine the horror! Well, to tell you the truth, I can’t ‘cause I’m not part of it. Catch ya laiters amigo. Night..
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Someone to lean on....
Walking on a moonless night
Everyone has someone to lean on
Silently searching for a ray of light
Alone I didn’t want to go on
As the loneliness surrounds me
A tear drop clings on to my lashes
I smile for myself as I hear it plea
Don’t let me fall into the ashes
Head down, I slowly turn around
Even my shadow seems to have left me
I wanted to cry, but couldn’t make a sound
Why me lord, why me
Friends they say they are
So I hold on to them all the time
I wish I had something fun to share
So that at least I too would feel fine
In their own world they fly on
And here I am in my own little world
Waiting for someone to break the wall
So that I too find someone to lean on…
Everyone has someone to lean on
Silently searching for a ray of light
Alone I didn’t want to go on
As the loneliness surrounds me
A tear drop clings on to my lashes
I smile for myself as I hear it plea
Don’t let me fall into the ashes
Head down, I slowly turn around
Even my shadow seems to have left me
I wanted to cry, but couldn’t make a sound
Why me lord, why me
Friends they say they are
So I hold on to them all the time
I wish I had something fun to share
So that at least I too would feel fine
In their own world they fly on
And here I am in my own little world
Waiting for someone to break the wall
So that I too find someone to lean on…
Saturday, April 10, 2010
A doctors secret life...
Chapter one: The book with no name
Cold wind struck my face as I took my first few steps towards the hospital. A Punjabi guy came trotting along to greet me and lead me to one of those hospital cabins as the hostel was full at the moment. I opened the door to my new room and switched on the lights. The guy put my luggage in and left. I stood there for a while and stared at the total emptiness. “So, this is it…” I thought to myself. Tears stung my eyes as I realized that this was the place I was going to spend six whole years of my life, alone, away from family and friends. I slowly unpacked, changed and crawled under the blankets and tried to sleep. Sweet but now painful memories of home rocked me away into a dreamland of nothingness.
The very next morning, I woke up early, got dressed and sat on my bed hoping that someone would bring me breakfast. I mean that’s how they should treat a new student right. I waited and waited, but no one came. After two hours of waiting, I thought to myself, mom isn’t here anymore…time to pick myself up and welcome a new life in a new place. I stood up, locked my room and started searching for food like a stray dog.
I managed to walk out the hospital and found cubicles of shops everywhere. I had some money, so I bought some fruits and went back to my room. The day passed slowly as I lay on my bed doing nothing and just thinking about the year ahead when all of a sudden someone knocked on my door. “Hello, my name is Dean. You must be the new student. Nice to meet you…” I thought it was good manners, so I smiled and introduced myself properly.
We sat down and he told me everything about the college and the rules. He didn’t waste time telling me about the seniors and ragging. I was astonished to be introduced into a whole new world of torture! After sometime we went out and had some tea and returned to his room where I met more Nepali boys. My mind strayed away from home as I found company and I enjoyed myself telling them about my home land. The next thing I knew, it was already dinner time. (Where the hell did all the time go?) After a typical Nepali dinner, which consisted of basically rice, dhal and vegetables I returned to my room and started to settle in.
I opened my cupboard and started dusting it when my eyes fell upon a small black book. I took it out and flipped the pages casually. The black ink reminded me of a doctor’s prescription. I switched off the tube light and put on the study lamp at my table as I sat down examining the little black book. It had no name, just the numbers “2000” imprinted upon it in gold writing…I didn’t mean to invade others privacy or anything but out of curiosity, I started reading…
29th January 2000
“….It has been two full days since I got here and still, I can’t help missing my family. The food in the canteen sucks and it reminds me of the half empty dinner plates I left at home. I mean come on, who is willing to spend the rest of their life eating rabbit food? There’s no internet as well and I can’t even use facebook. Jesus, you can’t imagine the BOREDOM!!! Anyway, I’ve made friends, but most of the time they talk in Nepali. I don’t understand anything they say. I sometimes wonder whether they talk about me.
Today some new guys came to the cabin side as the hostel was full. Bishal, Sushan, Krishna and another Bishal. Just like the other Nepali boys, they seemed nice and very friendly. I just sat there listening to them chat and the guy called Bishal, the tall Bishal I mean, asked me whether I was alright. I said I’m always fine and have no problems at all. He wondered why I was keeping so quiet and I told him that I’m from Maldives and I don’t understand their language at all. So he started to talk in English and I thanked him…Otherwise, nothing much..
But, before I jot down the last full stop, let me tell you something. The girls in the class are hot and someone has already caught my attention! See ya. Night…”
The first page gave me feeling that I was going to enjoy reading a seniors diary. There was still time before twelve…so I thought I’ll keep on reading and if it got interesting, maybe reading till sunrise wouldn’t be a waste of sleep…I flipped the page and started reading again…
The very next morning, I woke up early, got dressed and sat on my bed hoping that someone would bring me breakfast. I mean that’s how they should treat a new student right. I waited and waited, but no one came. After two hours of waiting, I thought to myself, mom isn’t here anymore…time to pick myself up and welcome a new life in a new place. I stood up, locked my room and started searching for food like a stray dog.
I managed to walk out the hospital and found cubicles of shops everywhere. I had some money, so I bought some fruits and went back to my room. The day passed slowly as I lay on my bed doing nothing and just thinking about the year ahead when all of a sudden someone knocked on my door. “Hello, my name is Dean. You must be the new student. Nice to meet you…” I thought it was good manners, so I smiled and introduced myself properly.
We sat down and he told me everything about the college and the rules. He didn’t waste time telling me about the seniors and ragging. I was astonished to be introduced into a whole new world of torture! After sometime we went out and had some tea and returned to his room where I met more Nepali boys. My mind strayed away from home as I found company and I enjoyed myself telling them about my home land. The next thing I knew, it was already dinner time. (Where the hell did all the time go?) After a typical Nepali dinner, which consisted of basically rice, dhal and vegetables I returned to my room and started to settle in.
I opened my cupboard and started dusting it when my eyes fell upon a small black book. I took it out and flipped the pages casually. The black ink reminded me of a doctor’s prescription. I switched off the tube light and put on the study lamp at my table as I sat down examining the little black book. It had no name, just the numbers “2000” imprinted upon it in gold writing…I didn’t mean to invade others privacy or anything but out of curiosity, I started reading…
29th January 2000
“….It has been two full days since I got here and still, I can’t help missing my family. The food in the canteen sucks and it reminds me of the half empty dinner plates I left at home. I mean come on, who is willing to spend the rest of their life eating rabbit food? There’s no internet as well and I can’t even use facebook. Jesus, you can’t imagine the BOREDOM!!! Anyway, I’ve made friends, but most of the time they talk in Nepali. I don’t understand anything they say. I sometimes wonder whether they talk about me.
Today some new guys came to the cabin side as the hostel was full. Bishal, Sushan, Krishna and another Bishal. Just like the other Nepali boys, they seemed nice and very friendly. I just sat there listening to them chat and the guy called Bishal, the tall Bishal I mean, asked me whether I was alright. I said I’m always fine and have no problems at all. He wondered why I was keeping so quiet and I told him that I’m from Maldives and I don’t understand their language at all. So he started to talk in English and I thanked him…Otherwise, nothing much..
But, before I jot down the last full stop, let me tell you something. The girls in the class are hot and someone has already caught my attention! See ya. Night…”
The first page gave me feeling that I was going to enjoy reading a seniors diary. There was still time before twelve…so I thought I’ll keep on reading and if it got interesting, maybe reading till sunrise wouldn’t be a waste of sleep…I flipped the page and started reading again…
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