Wednesday, 4 January 2006

A post.. after a long time..

Its been sometimes since i last posted.. I cant say i dint got time, i actually couldnt think of anything to write.. and i still dont know wat am i going to write here.. by the end of it u might think u wasted your time here reading, well, just nothing.. but i hope i will comeout with something to write..
OK.. so wat do i write now.. arre haan.. abt one of my fren when i was class 2.. (shreyas: so here goes the story).. I had a very good friend in second class.. when our classes started our class teacher made us sit by our roll numbers.. And much to my horror my roll number came with a boy.. can u imagine!! back then we gals used to say these boys are oh-so-not-like-us.. n that they r stupid.. all that child gibberish.. At that time it was an insult!! no less.. to sit with a boy..
See how much we change.. when we become a li'l mature.. in our teens.. who girl in her right minds will think it as an insult to sit with a guy who is very cute.. has hazel eyes and is very soft spoken??
so coming back to my class 2.. we were made to sit together.. but slowly we did become frens.. i dont exactly remember wat we used to do together.. just a hazy pictures of we sharing our lunches..copying each other's homework(we were spoilt since class 2).. learning an english poem for an "oral-test".. discussing something about "bhoot" which were rumoured to roaming in our corridors and bathrooms (( that was actually a very funny incident.. someone said s/he saw a ghost in bathrooom... etc.etc. n some of my classmates were so scared of it that teachers had to remain in classrooms in lunch time too lest they start crying again.. And i was so very curious to see a ghost,that i went to the said bathroom and tried to find it, and maybe talk to it.. to my utter dissapointment.. i found no ghos.. phew.. i came back to class n told no one that i went there.. i was very very very very dissapointed.. i kept dreaming of how that meeting could have gone.. like me asking the ghost to leave my school immediately.. or he taking me with him and i hitting him with some cross n killing him.. so u see the ramsay's zee horror show was making me think like that ))

But one day we fought over lunch.. he said something about my father.. some small tiny-miny abuse.. if someone said that now i would not even have felt it was wrong to say so..i cant exactly remember what it was.. what the heck i remembered it yday.. anyways i made a huge huge huge issue out of it.. complained to my teacher.. told her that he dint said sorry (which he actually did).. i dont know why i behaved like such a b**ch.. i was angry that he said something to my father? or i was just trying to show my power? or i just acted stupidly? i dont remember.. but i deeply regret now what i did.. back then i dint understand what it feels to be humiliated in front of whole class. accused of being called a liar (for saying sorry).. accused of calling someone's father by some name.. i could have simply said i didnt like what u did.. he said sorry.. n end of that.. but it happened otherway round.. i saw him cry, but i dint care.. i saw him leave the class with heavy shoulders.. he was deeply hurt.. i understand know what i did.. he dint come next day.. he dint com the day after.. he never came back.. later our teacher told us he has left school.. i never saw him again after he left the class.. It may not seem a big thing to u all but to a child who is 7-8 yrs old, it meant evrything.. i am so sorry for this.. abhishek if u r reading this and i am sure u remember me, then please contact me.. please.. i wanto say sorry to u.. i have never forgotten that incident..

[04/01/2006 14:48:45]

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