The story starts with a mid-day detestation towards an attitude-drenched lad. The then-lanky “dude” was hero-worshipped by aspiring pacers. The top-order was a piece of “Kookie-jar” chocolate cake to him. Gobbled it up in a split-second. Then the “Diwali dhamaka”. Finally some 2 years back, I came across the actual person. People who say I am bad at judging others are proved wrong. I am the worst decipherer of the intrinsic behavioral patterns. A professor in making. He solved WBJEE stuff supersonically. To top it all, ego couldn’t even book the remotest of houses in one of the obscure broadways of his mind. That’s my departing-friend in short. The neighborhood found it difficult to guess our flat numbers. I wouldn’t be awestruck if someone said that the boy belonged to A-22/8.
One fine morning he jubilantly produces his cell and displays the infrastructure of his new abode. Gallantly, I approved his notions. Deep down an uncanny something pricked.
A few days later a frustrated figure says “ I m leaving on the 28th of October”.
The shifting process terminated today. Sraboni (the housing complex in which I stay for the ignorant), has always been exasperating. So shall it remain……….
No more 5 km long walks. No more cribbing about the way different damsels look. No more balcony-room conversations. No one to patronize Manchester United. No more whole day FIFA’08.
New Garia is not far-away. Maybe it’s just the spirit of A-20/5 that has been distilled out and refrigerated. Delicacy for another gloomy mid-day. :)
4 comments:
Start writing scripts for Karan Johar. :|
It took me quite some time to realise that he was the coolest of all guys :)
it sounds strange, but i'll miss him around.
cheers to the hot guy. :D we simply lou him.
p.s: my verification word here is: 'imona'. :|
p.s: this is one of the best posts i have come across, in ANY blog.
*sniff*
:(
who will help me pass in maths?
:(
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