The following is a paragraph from a book I am working on, which is about certain events
which occurred during the course of my life, and I’d like to make it very clear
from the very beginning that, this is not a tragedy based melodrama. Where the
boy doesn’t get the girl, spends his time in isolation and all that crap!
This book is an outlook into the lessons of
life, who is the best teacher that one can ask for. Teachers can teach us how
to progress towards life, but it is only life that teaches us, how to live. Life
teaches us many lessons, some are temporary and some aren't. During our stay on
this earth and the course of our stay. There are many positive as well as
negative outcomes. It depends upon us, what we choose, whether we want to live with
the positive or remain with the negative. Our choices decide the course of our
life, even luck has a favorable consequence in it.
Happy Birthday!
(Part1)
By Jay Krishna
Summer
of May 2012.
It was my time of the year, Mom
and Dad had promised,to get me a new PC for my 17th Birthday. It was
late afternoon, all of us went to the store and got myself an ASUS with all the
high end specs, actually I had surveyed the net for more than a month before
arriving at this decision.
Mom: Make a wish and blow out the
candles.
Everyone started singing (in
chorus): ‘Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to dear
Jay, Happy Birthday to you!’
I was very much happy.
The party was a total blast.
Afterwards, I logged into my Facebook account and started going through my
notifications, I had around 10 to 20 notifications in my drawer, from which
about one-third were birthday wishes and the rest were what everyone else was
doing, who was commenting on who's post, who poked who, and blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah... I gave a message of thanks to all. It took me less than a minute. I didn’t
like to mingle much, for which I made only a limited number of friends. But the
ones that I made, I made sure, they stayed with me for a long time. You can say
I was kind of selfish. While browsing the wall, a message popped up on my
screen, it was my friend Gunjan's. By hearing the name, one might think that, it’s a girl, but actually he was my college buddy, he had written an X behind
his name to make it look cool. We used to make fun of him by saying
that only dead people write X with their name, but he was very cool and didn’t
mind much. I still remember the day I first met him.
The weather was cloudy and I believe
it was raining a little, I had come by car, to the college, where I applied for my
further studies, for my 10+2 that is. I got down, asked for directions, for
where I was supposed to go, and entered the auditorium, and the first thought
that came to my mind was OMG!What a CROWD!!, I had never experienced
anything like it before, I remember getting admission in school but this was
totally different. The last time I had entered, there was hardly anyone
there, but look at it now. I went inside and got two seats, one for my mom and the
other for me. While I was seated, I started noticing everyone around. I felt
kind of suffocated, but didn’t let it bother me. As I was waiting for my name
to be called. Mom started interrogating me.
Mom: "Have you brought everything".
Me: "Yes, Mom I brought
everything".
Mon: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Yes! Mom I am damn sure".
Mom: "Check again".
Me: "Ok!"
Mom was more nervous than me, I
guess all parents are. She might be looking fine outside, but I know how tensed
she was.
Mom knew how forgetful I am. And
every time, that I used to leave the house, I used to forget something or the
other. I remembered an incident which occurred a few years back. Mom got me a yellow
shirt as a gift for Bihu, the local New Year festival, and I didn’t like it due
to some reason, which I can’t recall, I used to like whatever she got me, but
this time I didn’t. She told me to go and exchange it for what I like, so I went
to the shop, and on my way, mom called.
Mom: "Jay, where are you?"
Me: "Yeah I am on my way".
Mom: "Have you forgotten
something?"
Me: "Ah, no, I don’t think so".
Mom: "Jay… (A silent pause and) Your
shirt is with me!"
