Those Speaking Benches of classroom..

I glanced upon the benches with gazing look and felt how many students have used those benches. uncountable I answered to myself..yes..not at all possible to count.

Then I almost leaned on it and tried to understand what was written there..some carved words..different names, roll nos, comments, teasing names, love proposal, hateful things, ambitions of people, almost every emotion was there. I got many names of my acquaintance,our seniors’ names, our teachers’ name.

Benchese of classroom are not just a place where students set and attend lectures these are storytellers just imagine what must be going on at the moment in the mind of one student when he or she carved any particular remark.

I could be successful to read some like “What a roundabout” a student would have felt a lecture unbearable and wrote like this. Unexpected affection for a girl would have been in heart of the boy who carved the initial names of their names in heart like shape on wooden bench. Where the boy is now? If he ever proposed the girl? What had been the result? These questions strikes in my mind.

Well I am also addicted of it I generally draw a sweet home, beautiful scenery or my name on the benches of classroom. One day somebody will be reading my words, will he or she feel like I am doing right now?

Don’t know how many stories start with the admission in college when you are standing in a que for getting admission form and you quarrel with the person for your turn, somebody gaze you and try to ask irrelevant questions just to break the ice then you enter into the class those unknown faces become your counterpart, some of them stay with us whole college life, some for next two-three years after college life,some stay with us life time as friends.

But yes everyday new story starts and ends with these speaking benches………….

Classless by Choice

(Homeless by choice..naaa..History of Europe..Biographies..no no next stake…come here last stake..oh no again literature of Greeks,Romans..yes here..come..wow “The God of small things by Roy,Yes!! Take it dear…Sana suggested me

“OKey” but I want APJ Abdul kalam something related with his life experiences,I murmured in her ears

“Look at that guy how handsome he is”

“Come on he is like a giant”

Oh really !! well sometime I feel I want people to do some ulat-palat(change of their profession) like this guy should be good for modeling..What he is doing in thi library as clerk ..well I know this is not my business. Ha ha ha..

Then we both filled the whole library with our laugh.Some serious sincere students gazed us like hanging next day as doing this sin.

Me and Sana both issued two books and returned back to deptt where a lecture of corporate leader was to be held.This day we again regained our mood after a long time(some day ago one of our very close friends’ mamma left this world,it was a shock for both of us also)

From our deptt to library it was distance of about 15 mins by foot that we(me,Sana and Shab) used to measure almost everyday.It was a mystery for our fellow mates specially boys why we don’t stay in deptt in the break.(10:30 to 11:30 am).Although there was not even a single content of mystery there was a juice corner near library where we used to go..That seller told us one day that from last 20 years he is there.In just 5 rupees you could get juice of carrot,spinach wonderful naa?

Actually we people were less interestd in that girlish gossips under wisdom tree(A tree that we named,later we created its fellow love tree)

Well return back to the day when we reached the deptt lecture was already on.We looked each other and said “nhiiiii”

“Should we knock the door” No guest is there for lecture even some students are out of class they were not permitted.It means “hum to gaye” I cried.

Shut up Sonia let me think what we will do.

“Lets get back to hostel” I suggested

“No may be after it we will have a class,we have to wait.I think this lecture will take about an hour” her opinion

“OKKKK” in a dejected way it was me.But soon my eyes shine “ I have one more idea”

What?? She said

We can enjoy today like nothing in our mind,will walk on roads,will talk a lot,will eat something in canteen I suggested.

“No..not at all..come on lets wait” as usual her mature advice and my disinterest

Lecture was continue even after one hour.If our teachers see this they will change their opinion about us.I think with this lecture we missed two attendance also.

“Just hear something this uproar from AMA means its something very interesting going on”

Let’s make some arrangements for our attendance.I give sms to our friends for “Proxy”

No Sonia we will be trapped and caught soon.Actually in our class we were just 13 girls out of 80 students so it was easy to count each and everyone” again she.

“Ok do something interesting..as boys do..Let’s imagine we have a bet to get into boys hostel and touch the main gate..My mind’s khichdi

“R u mad?..if once we get into will not be able to get out again intact”ofcourse she is .

“well we can make some arrangements.but lets make this situation more interesting..yes..yes..imagine you find urself placed on the roof of boys hostel at late night 10:00PM.What you will do?..gate is closed..U have to pass whole night among those devils..Huuuu tell me now” I enquired cunningly

“I will cry for help”again she said that I was least interested to hear.

Here you are making your situation worsen.Imagine their looks..devils looks..u r in their cage(then we discussed something more than this)

“oh my God!! No Sonia..No”

Yes..Yes..Yes..I interrupted her.U know what I will do.Stupid!! we are on roof I will surely find some of their wearings then will hide myself and can escape from hostel in night as in boys hostel it’s a privilege.Can call to some of our batchmates(ofcourse we counted some most sincere guys of the class and made a list in next 10-15 mins)

Still lecture was going on even after 2 hours.Then we wandered in whole deptt upstairs,downstairs,LT1,LT2,LT3(Lecture theatres of our college)

Two-three teachers enquired us and laughed at the reason of being late and said nothing after it.Well in next hour we commented on our seniors, talked about our past life,our school days, graduation.Then we did namkaran sanskar(name ceremony of our classmates)Each and everyone was given new name.

“Actually a persons’ ritual of naming ceremony takes place at least twice in one’s life,once at the time of birth and second time after entering into college”

Some beautiful names we gave were like pipe,LP,LBS,Don,Lady Don,Chameli,Tyre,Denish,Cameroon…so on

Then we acted how boys smoke hiding themselves through a wall of deptt keeping a view that girls cant see them.but they don’t know its fact in our girls’s hostel who smoke and who don’t..

These two and half hours we passed like escaping from PT sir,Exchaning ideas about different topics,some wild unwitty fancies of girls,some sensible topics like village,birds,plants,our life after marriage(in between a needy woman entered in the deptt and asked for money.We were unwilling..but she told us the reason..gave us so many wishes that we could not resist.We gave her little money.sana was more generous than me here)

But Sometime our fancies were teased by the enthusiastic noise that was coming from AMA Hall lecture(some inspirational corporate leader was delivering the speech and students were feeling blessed with the words).

We both were looking each other and took those books for which sake we missed the lecture and were sitting under love tree and showed like reading but in vain.I carved “S” on the tree,seemed like clouds were with us,wind was flowing gently.I prayed to God plz keep these relationship always sweeter coz’ life is nothing but link of relations.

We missed a good lecture we knew but we enjoyed the whole days.One day we will be able to attend all these sorts of lectures perhaps..but we will not be able to get so much bonanza again,to read these faces which are true library and lecture (we were missing our third hostel friend who will join us next day our shab..).We felt little repented on our loss but still we were happy afterall we were..”Classless by choice”

(This was written on March 13 2008 during My MBA)