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!
(Part2)
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? "
