Lovelogue - 9th Standard

Continution...

After some days, We didn’t discuss about it for some days and finally one day…

she said “U know I am in love”…

I was shocked and like a poor child waiting for his meal was expecting my name next.

She said “U remember one guy had bet to know whether we love each other or not.  Such a stupid guy he is.  We are best friends and he doesn’t know that.”

With all the dreams shattering behind I managed to say “Yes… we are just best friends.”

She said “U don’t want to know the guy I love?”

I said “Of course I do, I am ur best friend.”

She said “He is none other than the same guy who wanted to know whether we love each other or not.”  saying that she was blushed showing her chubby white cheeks turning pink and ran away inside her house.

I stood there for some time and started moving.  Only one phrase ringed in my mind ‘Move on’…

Even though I didn’t wanted to know, I started hearing about their stories every now and then and that too in her own words.

She didn’t come to class for 3 straight days and came to know that her boy friend dumped her and is going around with some other junior girl.

She resumed school but was not the same girl anymore.

9th Standard

The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her
love had broke her heart.
She locked her inside and was in dark all time.
As I saw her later,
I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, after an appeasing discussion, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and smiled at me..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

To be continued…………………..

Lovelogue - 8th Standard

Continuation.... 

The year ended in high note and I was waiting for the next year to start…

I went to the staff room to find that Mathematics teacher resigned as she is getting married and settling down in Kerala…

I felt like the whole world was closing on me… that was a big disappointment…

Life moves on and so do I…

Living in a BoysVsGirls world that time… The whole of my community (Boys) would always wanna compete and win Girls… We outsmarted them in every other event (sports, culturals, etc.,. )… (Till the end we couldn’t beat them in grades though… :=))))

There was one girl in my class with whom I used to pick quarrels pretty easily...  But these doesn't stand long.

It continued for quite a while and suddenly one guy told me that “u guys have some chemistry going on…”

I didn’t understand it that time.

I joined private Mathematics coaching classes as all my buddies have enrolled.  8 – 4 fun time was not enough for us… :=)))

She also joined the coaching classes and I used to pick her up from her home… Her parents trusted in me and thought it would be safe to go with me… I had a pretty good image in the society… :=)))

We were five mates paired up for the classes daily… we used to chat about anything and everything on our walk…  It was almost 3 Kms from our place but still we decided to walk to the place as we thought can have some time chatting and never ever regretted the decision….

I started feeling better in her company and never skipped the coaching classes.

Time started flying away again and I lived through every moment of it in gay.

She became responsible for all my sleepless nights and wonderful dreams if I get to sleep…

Two guys had a bet for 5 bucks… they wanted to confirm whether I and that girl love each other...  I came to know about it later though…

Suddenly one day, the other guy told her that he wants to talk to her for some time…  They were walking some 10 yards before the rest of us and one guy in the team who knew about it broke what all that fuzz is all about…

Deep inside I was pretty anxious to know the result…

After some time, that guy started walking towards us and my heart started pacing faster than light…

She further inquired whether I had sent him to know about it and he told her about the bet…

He told us that she didn’t answer and asked for the other guy who is involved in the bet…

The next day I couldn’t make eye contact with her… she went and sat in the last bench all alone the whole day…

I didn’t speak to her the whole day and she skipped the coaching class that day…

I started feeling bad…

Next day I could see some difference.  She was back to her normal rhythm.

8 th Standard

As I sat there in coaching class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her short, curled hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it. After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and smiled at me.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

To be continued…………………..

Lovelogue – 7th Standard

Warning : This post would get u nostalgic.

Feb 14 – Valentines Day…

Be it a crush, attraction, foolishness, unreal, stupid… what ever it is there would be only one name for it all LOVE… atleast for a second…

And I am sure that, that every second would be inscripted on ur heart for ever...

These ROM memories would never be erased… :=)))

How about a story on it… So here it goes…

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It all started when I was 11 years old….

That was my first day after summer vacation and the first class was Mathematics.

The whole class was excited to attend the first class after a break…(But I bet 1 day would be it… :=P )

We were all chatting, pulling each other and suddenly a voice broke… “Good Morning Students” and we automatically stood up and replied in chorus… “Good Morning Miss” (We use Miss instead of Mam)

I still remember the sight of her… I don’t know whether she was the beautiful woman in this world but it had hit me… hit me really hard that I don’t know how long it took but it took some time to recover until the introductions were already on and it was my turn to introduce me to the new teacher and the whole class is waiting for me to finish it…

Thanks to my buddy who poked me to get me back to senses and I completed a fumbled intro… then regretted, what an impression it would have left about me on her…Forty minutes of the times disappeared in no time and before leaving she asked for the “Class Leader” and I was thanking my class teacher and my mates for electing me before the class started…

I stood up in response and she said “Srikanth, could u get me the name list of ur class?”
She remembered my name inspite of my fumbled intro… I said “Sure Miss… I will hand it over to u during recess”
These were the first words we exchanged…

It was too early for me to name this feeling… I decided that day that I would marry her and her only what ever happens…

I concentrated hard in her subject to impress her by getting good scores…

I was completely in a different world when ever I had to talk to her...

I always prioritized Mathematics assignments and never ever left a black mark in her views... I had to compromise that by skipping some other assignments and getting punishments for that though… :=)))

She taught me Venn Diagrams and I still follow this in all my analogy… The unions, intersections and the set differences are registered deep in my mind…

7 th Standard

As I sat there in Mathematics class,
I stared at her.
She was my so called 'Maths Teacher'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the ‘class names list’.
I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and smiled at me.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just a student,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

To be continued…………………..

Slogging blues

Warning : Sloggers will lose their identity…

sloggers

One entry found.

Main Entry:

¹slog

Pronunciation:

\ˈsläg\

Function:

verb

Inflected Form(s):

slogged; slog·ging

Etymology:

origin unknown

Date:

1824

transitive verb 1 : to hit hard : beat 2 : to plod (one's way) perseveringly especially against difficulty intransitive verb 1 : to plod heavily : tramp <slogged through the snow> 2 : to work hard and steadily : plug

— slog·ger noun

Hope u guys would have guessed what this blog is all about by now.

What do u get by slogging?

There is a straight and simple answer for this… NOTHING…

Then why do people slog…

Still I don’t know why in this so-called fast moving world, there are some who still drive in a bullock cart.

This sect which I am talking about has a principle.

“Slogging solves all issues”

But I strongly believe slogging slows u down. It kills the spirit in u.

How???

If u finish a task by slogging, u clearly leave an impression to others that u can complete the task in lesser time. By this ur deadlines are shortened.

To be successful in this run, u surely have to be FAST & CONSISTENT. The days of SLOW & STEADY are all gone.

And to maintain the pace, u will slog a bit more. The more the consistent u look the more the noose tightens around ur neck.

Let me give u a peek of the after effects…

· U wont be able to make it up to the friends parties.

·· U will stop contacting them.

·· Even ur timely mails like “Hey!!! Wassup!!!”, “Hows life” would halt.

· Slowly ur friends lose u. (not intentional though… just practical…)

· U will become a night crawler.

· U would rather participate in the family affairs over phone. (though u stay with them.)

· Those cheeky chat sessions with ur family & friends is lost forever.

· Slowly u lose ur family. (they are not responsible though…)

· U become a paying guest in ur own family.

· More importantly, U wont have time for urself.

· Ur food habits chages.

· Ur health will detoriate without ur knowledge.

· Ur body clock functions but can never guarantee its battery life.

· Ur taste will die... especially ur dressing sense… ;=)

· Forget about ur body shape, even an earthen pot looks gud… :=P

In short, ur personality is all screwed up.

U may think that u would be very successful in ur professional life. U would always be called a ‘PERFORMER’.

U think so… better give it a thought…

Every thing in life has a saturation point.

Once u reach it, the whole picture changes.

U feel stressed as u require something else in life which u don’t know what but is missing.

Slowly, ur performance degrades.

The whole community which called u a performer starts showing its naked face.

By the time u could retaliate both ur professional and social life would have been screwed up.

Here, I am not insisting on taking sides or making choices.

In this case all u need is a TRADEOFF.

Don't ever let the situation dominate u. Be assertive.

Let the white light pass through the prism to disperse rainbow rather than passing it through the shit hole…

U can earn the lost money but not the lost seconds.

Guys, so better think before u slog.

There are some who like watching others slog…

I don’t have any clues on where to position these freaks though… :=P

Even in cricket sloggers can never sustain… :=) They can hit some quick runs but never will have the class…

Wake up and act smart.