Gonna Shine Some Day

He saw her for the first time,
      His age was just eleventh ordinal.
             She was in his school,
       But they didn't know each other.



That time He was bashful,
         Too shy to talk to her,
                  Looking stunning in her white dress,
          She left him a sheepish admirer.



She became indispensable for his dreams,
        Or it was he the ultimate dreamer,
                 he might have beaten choppers,
         With her, Driving his gliders.



The more He think of her,
        More he was her closer,
                Even after all this in dreams,
         Reality! He never talked to her.



Years passed and months flown,
         Occasionally He glimpsed her,
                He was timidest of this world,
         Too timid to look at her.



He was liking the girl,
          This was sure and clear,
                  But He was just an average,
          She was like the beauty diviner.



Never told this to anybody,
         with a fear of being laughter,
                    But his mind always say,
         You love her, You love her.



Whole life passed like this,
        Only in dreams He proposed her,
               Now even his soul says,
         Never seen a bigger loser !!

I was in seventh class,


when I heard a new teacher has joined the school and she will be taking our science classes.

from students I got to know name is Sushil makkar,
hmmmmmmmm
By Name it seems like some 40 aged person, with mustaches or some 30 aged clean shaved person of medium height in home made sweaters.

He entered the class
Oh He was she actually !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah sushil was female !!!!!!!!!

She came and started work energy etc

Her voice was like voice coming from bamboo grove

I have to eat tons of ice and drink gallons of lemon juice to get a voice like that :P

she also cracked some jokes, and we laugh badly
hey hey hold on
we didn't laugh on her jokes, her jokes give us time to laugh at her voice !!!!!!

Very innovative she was, and as an ideal science teacher should be, she encouraged discussions.

Most amazing part
she comes near anybody and say "aur ladke, kaisa hai"

I do remember once she was correcting exam papers, I went to her..........she looked at my notebook and said "teri handwriting to achhi hai ladke" and gave 2 marks without looking at answer-sheet.

She used to slap us, and slap hard.
How!!!!!!!!!
she wave her hand into air 2 or 3 times and then suddenly "SLAPPED" !!!!!!!!!!!
it was like u see in orkut application slapster

In between we changed her name to Sushila to have some feminine name.
although some used name "pateela" :P :D

I was her favorite student, although I neither topped in class, nor in her subject. Love you mam

I called her six times,
        She didn’t responded
               I felt like it was,
                      For litres of my blood was drying.



My twelve ribs were broken,
        All ten fingers shivered
                Twenty one feet of my
                     Intestine was crying.



One thing amused me,
         My heart was still pumping
               I asked him, he replied,
                     And now I was jumping.



He said I am no longer,
         In your control now,
               All my four valves,
                     In her service, working



You should try once more,
        She’ll pick I am sure
             I called, she picked
                   Where I was even god was searching



My two eyes shined
       Filled with tears
            This time I too But
                     With pleasure, crying

Our Sports teacher !!!!!!!!!!!!!

White Shirt, white pant, black belt, black leather shoes,one pen in pocket of shirt, light mustache(seems like some worker of political party) :P

and ya one whistle can always be seen hanging around his neck always, like it was his mangalsutra.

meet him, he is cool, calm and composed
u talk in class, he will say "beta, baate nahi karni" ..... and says so sweetly that most people swallow their tongues.
But this lasts for a few seconds, students continue their chit-chat soon.

Best were the scenes when he came as examiner in some exams.
One can go beyond 2 seats for passing schemes :P

But
In ground
hmmm
he was brutal at times
he will pick the longest green stick from some tree and slam it so hard,
after that
Symptoms will be
     1).  loss in vision for 2-3 minutes
     2). blue spots on palm
     3). uncontrollable shivering in your palm.
     4). dumbness for next 2-3 days in classes.
     5). involuntary abuses for him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He also used to dictate us in morning prayers
for attention and serenity ......... in our school "AArma", "Daksha" are used
and what he say...........
"AAkraman", " Daksha"  ............ :P !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He is a modest and very sweet person, love you sir :)

I like her for sure,
         My heart says this every day.
But Do I love her,
         Still can’t say.


Coz I do not know
         Love is defined in what way
All what I observe
          My definition goes like clay


You love to care her
          Leave other thoughts away
My heart infers
          Looking ahead to convey


Haven’t seen her, haven’t met her,
         And her image is gray
Now on previous saying
          Will you still stay?


You don’t need to
          Love is October not may
For if you feel truly,
          These are just a child’s play


Hearing this, I felt relieved
          Put all thoughts in bay
Love is in the air
          All will be well, I pray

He was our english teacher Rakesh Bhatia
and maths teacher of other section
and vedic maths teacher of senior classes :P
and simultaneously doing Phd


amazing na !!!!!!


He was having moustache on his face, strange moustache half spiral :D
his pants were always loose and he used to pull them up every five minutes


most amazing feature
guess in this line !!
studentsssssssssssss go to your classessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!


yeah he was a cheap manufacturer of 's' alphabets
one more sentence "yessssssssssss pleasssssssssssssssssssssssssssssse"


He started a new mission
daily one student in class will narrate poetry or some fiction to improve our english.


First Day
Girish came and narrated some shit, we didn't listened. !!!!!
Next Day
Girish came forward with another piece of shit this time, as usual we went to sleep for that 2 minutes
Next day
Again Girish came forward with again some shit,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and aaaaaaaaaah I slept again
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2 weeks passed


Next Day
Sir came to the class and started taking attendence


Girish: sir today's topic.........


Sir: SSSSSSSSSSSShut up Girisssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhh


we were rolling on floor with huge laughters, even teacher was bored with him  

With all problems of friends,
Coming to her mind,
With genuine solutions of,
All gallant kind.




She is not a running Panther,
To put all troubles behind,
She is a dependable wall,
To make tribulations exscind.




If she is with you, you can,
Put care word as undefined,
She is there, to take your care,
Your worries now declined !!!




To help you she has,
A thousand hands inclined,
Friends are always friends,
She’ll make you remind.




She is an exigent organism,
Very rare to find,
To make a person like her,
Angles need to be refined.

I was in class 7th, and our class teacher was sushila makkad :P
..............i know those who know her, will be having a smile on their faces


So it was recess
usually we play cricket with the paper ball but that day it was tennis ball
bat was as usual, our notebook :P
pitch was length of class room :D


so bat was in ma hand
ball came to me and I was playing like all the days
suddenly I thought of showing smartness
I ducked on a bouncer, forgetting that behind me is not wicket keeper but window


ttttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa voice came and glass broke like dreams of Tushar Kapoor to win best actor's award


but there was to much noise that no one outside the class heard this.


finally last period and that too of class teacher Sushila makkad 
..............i know those who know her, will be having a smile on their faces


She came to the class and saw the window plane.
I used to be in the top 5 rankers of the  class and had a good image
in fact all those who were playing had good images


She asked how it happened
Bhisham who was the class monitor told it is a work of 8th class people(our seniors) they were playing in the ground, ball came and hit the glass.
she gave us strange looks.
she came near the window and asked why the pieces are not there
Bhisham : Mam we cleaned that
Me : madam we wiped that with papers :P
Whole class: (in chorus) Yes mam


hmmmmm
but she was still giving looks like ACP pradyuman of CID
she went outside and we were guessing what she will do


has she caught our lie?
will she beat us with some stick?
heart was pumping like some electricity generator.


But
after 2 minutes what we saw
whole 8th class was in ground.
Vice principal was giving them words and after that whole 8th class were asked to sit in a position which we call (Murga ban na)


we all were happy and giving high fives.
Our one lie and the whole senior class is punished :P


she finally came and took attendance.
..............i know those who know her, will be having a smile on their faces 

So we entered in class 6th
shifted to boys wing outside city from co-educational wing inside city.
first day in school,,,,,,,,,,,,,how excited we were

3rd period
A 5ft tall thin person whose face was not shaved from past 15 days, beard was slightly orange in color, in shirts and faded pants without any belt entered our class. he has face like he is sleeping for years and directly came to class without even brushing his teeth.
he introduced himself as music teacher and told his name Pawan Ahuja

He then told us some points about manners and discipline and write them too on the board.
I still remember his handwriting was best I have ever seen in my life.

everybody was impressed !!!!!!!

so day ended we stepped into school buses, and seniors asked how was the first day
we said it was good
And which teacher impressed you most?
90% said Pawan Ahuja Sir

------------------A huge laughter-----------------------

who that p**wa????
his name was p**wa among seniors and soon after among us also.

so it was 1 class per week for entire 6th to 10th standard

He asked us to maintain a notebook.
we went to shops and asked for thinnest and cheapest notebook available as advised by seniors.

that notebook was our music notebook for 5 years.

First class in music room.
we entered, he made us sit on floor.
he started playing harmonium and asked us to repeat the song in choral.

we repeated 2 lines.
3rd line he said "kamar gardan seedhi, haath ghutno par"
half of the class repeated that too !!!!

then we came to know it is his pet sentence and he repeats this after every 2 lines :P

he said next time we have to write this song into our notebooks and those who will not write will be fined by 50 paisa !!!!!!!!!!!
and he said with that money of fine he will buy carpets for music room.

so far so good

Next class
most of the class was empty handed
no one was having notebook
and those who had were keeping that in bags to give company to their friends.

P**wa put his hand in his drawer and picked a 6 inch stick.
he held one end with his 2 fingers and with other end he was going to slam on our palms.
I was first roll number.
he put his maximum strength in that stick and then i realized that ya something has touched my hand !!!!!!!!

if that was slammed on his harmonium's key, I Am sure even key will refuse to go down. :)

Now came the number of big guys of our class
they were all unique samples.
one stick and they will shout like hell........m sure they didn't even feel something had touched their palm.
they produce all kinds of screams
aaaaaaaauuuuuuuch
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooooooooooo
uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
and that too in full volume.


some were so #$%^&;*@#%  they had synchronization problems
they scream before or after stick was slammed.


some really big guys produce more funny sounds
after one stick they will shake their hand as some hot iron is put on their palms.

and this became a routine for us
notebook is still as it is as I bought :P

and buying carpets for large music room with a fine of 50 paisa per student !!!!!!!!,
it took 9 years to buy carpets.

Its ma room
along with room of some thousands of ants and tens of lizards,  hundreds of spiders and mosquitoes, window seat taken by the cute cat.
Enter the room
above the door a huge spider web, which is now dense and hanging two feet below ceiling.


No No hold On
just rotate ur face to see all the corners and walls,
they are at every piece of cement you see, some times some of them leave their web and come on my table,
some adventurous lads even roam on my laptop's screen
and I half helpless, half lazy .................


Now look at window, if weather is pleasant, you will found a cute, brown cat there,
she is humble, never does anything except giving you looks.


just move your sight slowly on the walls of window and you will found lizards, one of them is red in color ,,,,,,yukkkkk
they also visit tube light for having some non-veg items, and sometimes run on floor
and I half helpless, half lazy .................


now come closer and look on window and side of my table, you will see all types of ants
some of them are 1 cm long
they do nothing except moving on ma table, on ma keyboard, on ma body, and of course on my laptop screen,,,,,,,,,,,,,more about them later


now ma table below this is garbage in quantity more than sum total of all rooms of my hostel wing.
Maggi packets,
bhel packets rasna and tang sachet, haldiram lays and lahar namkeen's packets, 
packets of all biscuits bourbons, hide n seek, good day, some squeezed lemons, ice cream sticks, paper plates, tissues from dominoes and ya pepper sachet from same.
some shampoo, oil and face-wash bottles, some old assignments and notes, ma old underwear, some newspapers, and ya.......in huge quantities ma hairs :P
some chocolate and candy's wrappers, some old polythene bags, some chewing gums, empty cold drink bottles,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh I tired of looking and naming them.


Now look at floor
when room was alloted it was white in color, now it is grey, black, brown, cream, deep yellow and......... depending on what was fallen there Maggi, tea, coffee, or water in what proportion.
I hate walking bare foot on floor even two days after taking bath,


Ma table, 
it is same colored as floor on half side and other half is taken by my laptop,
screen of ma laptop shows a European as an Asian, due to layers of dirt.


coming back to ants
they are so reckless, 
one day I was playing street-fighter and they took ma rasna packet 10-15 cm far from where I placed near ma keyboard,  I thought it is work of my hand, but soon I thought, I haven't displaced ma hands from keyboard's keys, and then I picked the packet,.........what I saw was their army below it.
they eat ma maggi, ma rasna, ma biscuits, ma potato chips too.
.................
but more than that they even come on ma water bottle, ma hand-wash, ma face-wash.............even on the allout's liquid bottle.
and I half helpless, half lazy .................




Everyday I call sweeper, when he comes he found me sleeping
from part 10 days this is happening
now even I feel ashamed to call him again.
and I half helpless, half lazy .................

Sometimes life play tricks with innocent part of you. You are in no state of happiness or sadness.......... but thinking of acquiring which state ........... question never ends, only life ends.


Johnathan Peter was in love with sherry. He likes her from childhood, from their school days.
But Peter was shy, too shy to look at her, talk to her was his dream in those days.


One day a tornado came and blows up their everything. their families were lucky enough to save their lives. But their everything was lost, their home, their schools community centers all vanished.


Peter went to nearby city's high school and got busy in studies with a dream of making their world once again. Sherry too got admission in a high school but in a different city.
Two years later Peter got distinction and got admission in CGH university which was one of the best in business. Sherry too joined a college near her high school.


No matter how life uses you, it can't vanish the love and same happened in his case. Peter didn't forgot Sherry. He somehow found her contact. By now life made her open enough to talk to a girl.
He called her, with the very first "Hi" he listened, he lost his consciousness. After a few seconds when he came back to earth, he replied to that hi.But he was in some other world. He felt like he was flying in the air. He was found involuntary smiling for two whole days by his roommate.


They talked and chat to each other every 2-3 days. Boy was showing all symptoms of love as declared by romantic novelists. He lost his concentration and some of his appetite. He felt everything good now a days.


but there was a problem,
Girl was angel of beauty and boy was a mere above average built.
He decided to improve his looks for two reasons he thought.........girl will be more happy when a more handsome person proposes her having same love, and other reason was it gives weight to your  proposal. Boy was making plans to propose her, improve his looks and how to increase communication with her, boy was getting too much cautious while talking to her, he never talked to her living on this planet.


Life is brutal enough to kill your plans and dreams.


The boy was getting closer to his goal. One day he called the girl.
she picked the phone.
she was in full mood that day, she went on telling her love story that how she is in love for past 10 years and how he proposed her seven months back, how cute her love is.........and so on.


Boy was not feeling sad, although a tear rolled down from his eyes.
But he was feeling much lighter, for the reason he don't know why.
may be because he was happy because his love was happy, may be because he just listen to a fresh love story which is always delightful.


or was he actually happy?


He was actually more than happy.
He got a friend today, he never talked freely to her, due to that love's cautiousness.


A dream shattered and its noise gives birth to a new relation, most powerful relation FRIENDSHIP.

With her thin school bag,
All books well aligned,
According to the time table,
All things she defined.



With that light pink pencil box,
Both sides accountened,
Having inside all the times,
Black pencils gold-lined.



With neat and clean handwriting,
All letters properly designed,
In English somewhat cursive,
In Hindi perfectly outlined.




To her neat sketches and drawing,
Marks were always propined,
With all complete daily homework,
Tasks were like pipelined.




She maintained her diary,
Every work predefined,
Coming to school before the time,
This thing needs to be underlined.




In her clean school dress,
Always seemed to be ironed,
Even the shoes were polished daily,
Still remember how they shined.




She never got top ranks,
But never got ravined,
Everybody knows except her,
In totality others were outlined.




Having all the good manners,
The little girl was kind,
She had all the qualities,
In students, rare to find.




And I remember much more than this, can write pages describing her :)

I called her, she picked the phone
I ordered the watch to stop
Its hands were free now,
Hugging each other with joy.



I shouted with excitement,
Leaves of trees were shaken from sleep
All scolding and complaining,
In day the birds, In night this boy



I looked upwards at stars,
They moves their stares from moon to me
Like they all were kids,
And I am the costliest toy.



I saw left, I saw right,
Everybody was happy for reasons of their own
I timidly said Hi to her
Like it was my first day as an employee.



She didn’t responded, Heartbeat stopped,
With all my effort, again I said Hi
This time she responded, I felt
Getting news, won battle of troy.



We talked for a few minutes,
I was dumb, my body was numb
My heart was speaking, and
I was the leader of this world’s convoy