"Kya bolta hai?!! Jaayen ki light le len", I asked my friend, Nitin. He replied in a plane indiffernce,"Humse kya pooch rha hai, man hai to jao!!". "Tumko kaisi lag rhi hai?", I tried little hard to not to sound excited. "Bhai.. humko to sab gori sahi lagti hai", and I joined him in his evil giggle.
May 13th, 2011 :
The AT compre was an utter disappointment. Adding to my miseries was the waiting list ticket, which was the consolation prize for standing in the reservation queue for more than a lifetime, or this was what I made of it. Stephi came to bid me adieu to the campus gate and loaded me with a plethora of instructions as a responsible guardian would. A passenger in the waiting list, afraid to grab a birth, felt like an ostracized con. Thankfully I met Waghmode and Gudge in the same coach. We chatted on some un-Masrin-ly topics. Then out of the window I saw this firangi lass. I said to Gudge, "Dekh, tere liye import karwayen hain!!! Pakka yehin aa k baithegi!!!" We were bestowed upon by some trademark Gudge chuckles. And guess what, there she was on the next birth to him.
She was the center of our next 30 mins talks. To my disappointment, she left and walked away to sit at the door of the next coach. Then I saw Nitin who was in the next coach and greeted each other. He sat with for sometime and went back to his coach. I cared to peek outside the window, and there it was, the majestic DOODH-SAGAR. Well not so majestic at this time of the year, reduced to a much thinner spring. I went to Nitin's coach and stood at the door opposite to the one where she sat.
"Hi... Pleased to meet you!!! I am Hannah !!", she replied after my polite gesture of interest. What was next, I was sitting next to her at the door and for the first time in my life did I hear a place called "Slovenia", which was where she was from. She was having the door all to herself and I was in the safer zone. She was a very pleasant break from the last fort-pigdung-night. After seeing off Gudge at Belgam station, I asked her for a walk and she agreed.
Why wasn't I feeling strange, why didn't I shiver, and why the hell didn't my hormones come into play, either I was to dumb to realize what I had with me, or too matured to overreact. Come Daund junction where we would get down again, and I didn't understand what she appreciated about the dusk clouds. She miserably failed to make me understand their patterns, but I didn't let her realize that. Yes, you got me there, I can fake to be an awesome listener. Many of the AC guys got down too. One of them asked,"Isko kahaan se utha liye?", and i replied,"Bas, yun hi, chalte chalte !!!" And they were like OO-MM-GG. Yes... I know how it feels like.
I introduced her to Waghmode and Neelesh. She had to get off at Pune station where her boyfriend would receive her. Of couse she had one. I could tell that she was a junkie, and she did nothing fancy to keep the fact in wraps. We shared our smoking habits and accidentally I said,"Occasionally I smoke pot a lot!!!" and she broke into chuckles. Sometimes, it does help to make a duffer out of yourself when you have your arms around a hot pink neck.
And boy oh boy, didn't it feel awesome when some pretty young catholics peeped from their respective births and some local men and vendors threw cheap smiles at us. "Its Schki.....", she said after being asked her second name. Emmm...definitely a tounguetwister. She had her hair tangled like a tough knot of ropes, young and foolish. She asked me and Waghnode to poke her up before the arrival of Pune. I couldn't help but but to stay awake till 3 o'clock. He was already awake and so I asked him to wake me up at 3:45 AM.
And a like a loyal friend that he was, he did so. I paid a visit to the washroom and set my hair, came back and carefully patted at her shoulder and her eyebrows raised, lips widened and she greeted me one of my best mornings. I helped her get her bag down. We three were the last from our coach to deboard. She had my name and mail and she said she would add me as her facebook friend. I asked Waghmode to help her out in finding her boyfriend. I thought I would giver her a hug but hesitated, may be she was smart or even she wanted to hug me, we finally had a hug. Emmmm-hmmmm....nothing special, hormones still fast asleep. She kissed me on my cheek. That was something, I jumped in my imaginary plane, and Waghmode stood there pretending to be unpurturbed. I have her smoking lighter as a souvenir.
Well that's pretty much it. I with my bag went to Nitin's coach and slept in peace, waiting to share this with you guys.
NOTE :all the characters and places in the blog are real and I haven't yet received a friend request from Hannah.......
May 13th, 2011 :
The AT compre was an utter disappointment. Adding to my miseries was the waiting list ticket, which was the consolation prize for standing in the reservation queue for more than a lifetime, or this was what I made of it. Stephi came to bid me adieu to the campus gate and loaded me with a plethora of instructions as a responsible guardian would. A passenger in the waiting list, afraid to grab a birth, felt like an ostracized con. Thankfully I met Waghmode and Gudge in the same coach. We chatted on some un-Masrin-ly topics. Then out of the window I saw this firangi lass. I said to Gudge, "Dekh, tere liye import karwayen hain!!! Pakka yehin aa k baithegi!!!" We were bestowed upon by some trademark Gudge chuckles. And guess what, there she was on the next birth to him.
"Hi... Pleased to meet you!!! I am Hannah !!", she replied after my polite gesture of interest. What was next, I was sitting next to her at the door and for the first time in my life did I hear a place called "Slovenia", which was where she was from. She was having the door all to herself and I was in the safer zone. She was a very pleasant break from the last fort-pigdung-night. After seeing off Gudge at Belgam station, I asked her for a walk and she agreed.
Why wasn't I feeling strange, why didn't I shiver, and why the hell didn't my hormones come into play, either I was to dumb to realize what I had with me, or too matured to overreact. Come Daund junction where we would get down again, and I didn't understand what she appreciated about the dusk clouds. She miserably failed to make me understand their patterns, but I didn't let her realize that. Yes, you got me there, I can fake to be an awesome listener. Many of the AC guys got down too. One of them asked,"Isko kahaan se utha liye?", and i replied,"Bas, yun hi, chalte chalte !!!" And they were like OO-MM-GG. Yes... I know how it feels like.
I introduced her to Waghmode and Neelesh. She had to get off at Pune station where her boyfriend would receive her. Of couse she had one. I could tell that she was a junkie, and she did nothing fancy to keep the fact in wraps. We shared our smoking habits and accidentally I said,"Occasionally I smoke pot a lot!!!" and she broke into chuckles. Sometimes, it does help to make a duffer out of yourself when you have your arms around a hot pink neck.
And boy oh boy, didn't it feel awesome when some pretty young catholics peeped from their respective births and some local men and vendors threw cheap smiles at us. "Its Schki.....", she said after being asked her second name. Emmm...definitely a tounguetwister. She had her hair tangled like a tough knot of ropes, young and foolish. She asked me and Waghnode to poke her up before the arrival of Pune. I couldn't help but but to stay awake till 3 o'clock. He was already awake and so I asked him to wake me up at 3:45 AM.
And a like a loyal friend that he was, he did so. I paid a visit to the washroom and set my hair, came back and carefully patted at her shoulder and her eyebrows raised, lips widened and she greeted me one of my best mornings. I helped her get her bag down. We three were the last from our coach to deboard. She had my name and mail and she said she would add me as her facebook friend. I asked Waghmode to help her out in finding her boyfriend. I thought I would giver her a hug but hesitated, may be she was smart or even she wanted to hug me, we finally had a hug. Emmmm-hmmmm....nothing special, hormones still fast asleep. She kissed me on my cheek. That was something, I jumped in my imaginary plane, and Waghmode stood there pretending to be unpurturbed. I have her smoking lighter as a souvenir.
NOTE :all the characters and places in the blog are real and I haven't yet received a friend request from Hannah.......
godlyk Masrin !!!!!!
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