ITS NONSENSE BUT NOT NUISANCE

Well its half past two and i am not feeling sleepy yet. Now this is queer coz i am brain-weary from studying ( remember xam's knockin everywhere ) and i should flop into bed, but here i am, listening to Bryan Adams and lost in a congeries of thoughts. I have no clue, what i intend to write. O wait, i think i got the cue. Just heard Bryan singing about his best days, so its time to plunge into the semidarkness of my memory and bring ashore the BEST DAYZ of my life.


Half an hour later: The clock reads 3'o'clock. So i decide to write about the best days of my 19 yr old life ( i would be 20 this December ). For a timeless time ( what i did in that half an hour ) i sat staring at the ceiling, remembering things. Amidst the rotations and the gyrating noise of the ceiling fan, i tried to remember and relive those wonderful dayz which constituted the bulk of 2002, 2003 n 2004. Those three years ( gosh! i sound like a sexagenarian )were the most ROCKING years of my life. Those were the times when i enjoyed living every moment n i had just begun discovering new things about myself.


I was just out of school n out of the boring uniform. Suddenly life had become too real for me when i entered the gates of the junior college. I was afraid of a nameless things n it would look too silly if i try to indite them. I thought i would be out of place in this new life. For the first time in my life i had to adopt the process of making friends. It was so easy back in school where one doesnt have to ''make'' friends, every thing's a part of growing up. I had to make my way among a world of people with whom i had nothing in common.


Thank the Universe, i found Barsha. This confused package went on to become one of my very close friends. We were in the same section n in the same practical group, so that explains for the strong bonding. Moreover we used to travel to college together, sometimes on my Kinetic (mostly) n times on her Hero Puch. Slowly our circle of friends increased n life was no more a hopeless affair for me. I was loving my life. Well those years were rocking coz i had a cornucopia of crushes n some of the best moments of my life are locked in those years.


Now Crushes are like self inductance, where the e.m.f is produced in a coil due to a change of flux in the coil itself. The e.m.f being the ineluctable infatuation that one feels for the other person n the change of flux is equivalent to the surging tide of hormones where the heart becomes the coil. And the magnitude of this induced e.m.f is directly proportional to the amount of time spent in the company of the crush or just watching your crush pass in adoration. Back then, i realised that every crush goes through two phases. Most crushes ( like mine ) die out in the first stage itself, but some continue to live through both the stages.

STAGE 1-------- The first stage is quite simple and uncomplex where the thinking part of your anatomy stops functioning. And in the absence of any kind of moral resistance you find yourself in entirely new states of ecstasy and happiness whenever you see, think or ( if u are lucky ) just talk to that person who for the time being means a world to you. You cant help but wonder, what it is in that person which eludes your imagination. A mere presence of the person devours your consciousness and incarcerates your entire being. Your mind would be running out of space for anything else, except a driving desire to be alone with that person. You keep waiting but those moments never come your way, and you keep surviving on hopes. But these STAGE 1 days are cloaked in a dream like beauty and are abound with crowded hours of happiness. Its like a dream where minutes fly as swiftly as heart-beats. The only song which people like to sing in these STAGE 1 days would probably be Aap jaisa koi meri zindagi mein aaye toh baat ban jaaye........

Bhaktjano chalo aansu ponchlo, kyunki stage 1 ke baare mein mera gyaan sirf yahin tak seemit hai, stage 2 ke baare mein jaan ne ke liye kripya neeche scroll kijiye.


Scroll karne ke liye dhanyavaad.


STAGE 2...................The second stage of a crush is again divided into two sub-stages.

( Oyye!! reader 'not again' mat bol, aadat se majboor hoon, sab kuch badha chadhake bolti hoon. Oyye baashaon kabhi socha hai, Deepika Padukone aur saadi blog mein kaun si cheez common hai?? socho..........socho. Oyye khud ko kya Einstein samjhta hai, mein naam ki baat nahin kar rahi. Oyye uski hai lambi lambi tange aur saadi hai lambi lambi pheku posts. ha ha..... )


Well enough of my rotten sense of humour, its time to talk to turkey. But actually bade zoron ki neend aa rahi hai, aur likhne baithi toh kisi C grade hindi mavie script lagegi, u know the Pyaasi Jawaani n Garam Jawaani types. The most wierdest title i'hv ever heard was Pati Fauj Mein Aur Patni Mauj Mein. I think these kind of movies belong to the unsophisticated n grotty hindi porn industry.


Chalo stage 2 ke baare mein lecture udhaar raha aur mujhe bisttar bula raha hai, toh main chali. N i think my hindi lexis is as bad as Himesh Reshammiya's songs, otherwise i certainly wouldnt have used the word bisttar........yuck! it sounds just so cheap. Ok i wont breathe any more of my fudge into your minds, ab aap log '' finally '' bol sakte ho.


I'll post this tomorrow, got no patience to do it right now. Its almost morning. So wishing all u a good morning and good night to me. Bye.


Now Playing: So young....................The Corrs