Para, Snapshots - 'Happy Birthday(Part2)' By Jay Krishna | Digital Infotainment

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!
By Jay Krishna

/*Please see part 1 for  preface and start of  story.*/

Summer of May 2013.

Mom: "How can you be so careless?"
Me: (blabbering) "I don’t know!"
I asked, if she had one? She did, but it was blue. You had to use a black pen to write in the form. And I thought, what a stupid rule. What the hell is the difference between a black and a blue pen? It was not like I was going to make a fine work of art or write a thesis. This made me angry, but rules are rules, and must be followed. My mom told me to go and ask someone. I noticed a guy at some ten step distance from my seat. He was wearing a blue denim, on top of which he wore a yellow tee and white shoes, quite an unusual combo. His physical appearance was quite simple, which created an impression for me that he maybe approachable. I walked up to him. And yes it was my friend Gunjan, the first mate I talked to when I was in college.

Me: "Excuse me!"

Gunjan: "Yes?"

Me: "May I Borrow your pen, the document says that you need a black one and I only seem to have blue?"

Gunjan: "Sorry, but I don’t have one".

Me: "Please, I will return it soon".

Gunjan: "But, I don’t have one."

Me: "Well… It’s ok then."

Approachable my ass! What a miser, couldn’t even lend me a pen. Earlier I saw him writing on a piece of paper with something, and I was sure that it was a pen. I was not in a habit of spelling out foul words for nothing, but sometimes, when my temper reaches a favourable pitch, I lose control, and blabber more than I should. But I try to control myself as much as I can and avoid such situations. Anyways it was not much of a big deal. So I walked back to my seat and told mom, that he didn’t have a one. My mom went out and got one for me.
During that time, my dad was posted in Silchar, so it was just mom and me. I had a younger brother, but he had school, so he couldn’t join us.
While I lay sit, the names of the students started being called, who got selected into the institution. The lady called out the name, but I didn’t hear it, or maybe I wasn’t paying much attention. I think the second option is most likely, as when my name was called, I knew it the very instant. Meanwhile as I was saying, she announced the name on the microphone and a huge guy walked up to her, with someone along with him, I guess it was his father. For a while I thought, he must be a very smart guy, to get his name called, at the very beginning, but later on I got to know him better in class, he was just the same, cracking dirty jokes and bolstering about himself, and here I introduce my second best friend Kunal, who was always by my side in all of my wild ideas. I stayed there, waiting and then suddenly…

Mom: "Jay come and help us".

Me: "Coming!"

Hey! Wait a sec, it seems I drifted far off topic. Well I will tell about what happened next and my conversation with Gunjan. But first I got to go help mom and the others.

Me: "Mom, you called? "