HBD to you, Teena!

May 24, It's your birthday, Teena! I still remember how tears welled up your eyes when I so casually said that we were going to depart soon. You wiped them off with your neck-tie then. And I kept looking at your face. This emotional side of that careless, naughty teenager did never get reflected to me for just once during those two long years that we spent together.

How to forget the very first dialogue that we shared in the class-room! I told you about the prank I played that day with the teacher during a class-test. I was expecting a 'Eyes-Wide-Open' kind of reply from your side. But you sounded very composed when you calmly advised me not to break any rules. Honestly, I started feeling so pity of me when you said so. And yes, that was the 'Day 1' of our friendship. Day 2 took the sanity mask off your face, and only in a few days I came to know that you were one super prankster girl.

We both shared a lot of similarities. We wanted to score high in exams, we both were fond of collecting notes of international standards, and we both used to be such busy bees that we never got time to turn a single leaf of our notes. We both were considered as highly insincere girls of the class. The greatest compliment came from our Physics tutor when he asked us, "Are you both 'twins'?" Even our looks had got a striking similarity (as we were told).

Teena, I remember what not! (all credits to my elephant memory :P) I had to hold your hand tightly every time when we would reach vehicle-stand of our school, because you had a keen interest in puncturing off the tyres of our friends' bikes. And believe me, I still wonder how you would do on the days when I would be absent from the school. Our 'wild' experiments at the chemistry laboratory, and then looking into each-others' eyes followed by a smirk used to be so typical of us both! We both would go on conducting our independent researches on 'how these chemicals react together.' 

How we both would go on disturbing rest of the girls during their serious experiments, spoiling their vigor for learning, is another one of those poor things that we used to do together. The best memory, how we exchanged the answer-sheets during our finals, Oh God, that was riskier than anything. But we, 'The high-spirited girls' never worried about anything. Teena, I miss you for that spirit, seriously!

You know Teena, we both were so close to each-other, we would share our petty academic secrets with each-other. And quite often I would come to know that you revealed mine in front of other girls. :D But trust me, I never felt bad about that stuff. (Infact I would love being in rumors! ;) Thank you for that dosage.)  Each mischief of your's used to be my favorite. Like every time a stranger would ask you for directions' guidance, you would tell them the wrong side only. Still I liked you. 

The intricacies of life took us far apart from each other. None of us could realize on our last encounter that we could not say goodbye to each other again. For this past one decade I am not having any idea of where you are being. Our old contact numbers have turned obsolete. My postal address has got changed. And I don't know where your are putting up now. Still I have faith in destiny. Some day, when something shall remind you of me, you'd make search for my name on Google, and you could get across this one. Hope you would be kind enough to drop a comment here. And our lifelines would get intermingled again.:)

Fingers crossed. Anyways, wishing you a very very happy birthday, Teena! Wherever you are being, keep being the same naughty, insane and sweet girl. 

Have a good day. Love for you.

Your very own,

Timsea. 

I Combat A Tornado...

Speed is a word made for me. Speed amazes me, amuses me, thrills me. Driving speedy on road is something that drives me crazy. Well okay, I know it's never safe to try such things on road. But the good thing about me is that I flaunt way more than what I do actually. :P But the bad thing is that this was just another one of those flaunting statements about myself. :D

So yesterday while returning from my workplace in the evening, my bike-speed was as usual being rocketed by 'Me-The Astronaut'. Every time I'm driving on road, I am reminded of the 'road-rash video-games' that I used to play in my childhood (read wild-hood). So this evening was just another one to answer my flight desires. The distance of my workplace from my home is around eight kilometers. Six kilometers driven well, what came next was a big hindrance to my speedy drive. It was a tornado. Yes, a dust storm taking over everything emerged suddenly from don't know where. 

The weird child hidden well inside this grown-up girl got happy for a certain reason. I had a childhood fancy of playing in such storms and 'enjoying' the winds dancing around. Mother of mine would drag me inside the room every time I tried such things then. Being on road yesterday, there was nobody to stop me. And mind you, I could actually not help being a part of it. I could not run away anywhere. :D So, another reason to get thrilled up was in front. But this does not mean that I was not concerned about the jeopardy associated and about my safety. I knew well that people at my house were waiting for me, and I couldn't let them down for the sake of my silly insane whims. 

I slowed down my bike-speed. The adamant winds from the other side were in a destructive mood, making it difficult for me to maintain the balance. But the hero inside me was ready to combat anything. I held the handle of the bike with full might, and I did keep an eye on the sides of the road. I was keenly keeping myself away of the trees that surrendered to such tornadoes in no time. The visibility during the daytime got delimited to a mere meter. So my brain was working on a hyperactive mode.

It was an adventure, yes. I crossed another kilometer and a half, say, when my helmet suddenly flew backwards. Oh! I could never imagine, something that you wore for the sake of safety could ditch you this way. But let me be not unkind to my helmet; this was actually the impact those devilish winds were creating around. I stopped by the roadside for a while to reset the helmet. Another car slowed down along with. My eyes scanned the number-plate of the car in no while. To my sheer surprise, that belonged to my brother. 

He was on his way to home too, while returning from a long journey. The elder hero brought his head out of the car window. "Park the bike here only, and join me", he shouted. This younger hero had no choice. I did as directed. Took my cellphone out of the storage space, and noticed an array of missed calls from my dear ones. Oh! They were all tensed for me at home while I was enjoying the stunts of the winds! Anyways, I had already entered my safe zone.     

I noticed a relaxation in my breath-rate. So I can infer that despite all the adventures that were amusing the little child hidden somewhere inside, this grown-up girl wanted an assurance of safety. We reached home in a few minutes, and we both located the faces of our parents bathed with anxiety, and dust of course. 

The smile-exchange programme began, and the discussions on 'whats' and hows' of it' went on thereafter. I narrated a 'filtered' version of the same to them. They were 'not if proud', quite happy to see their brave girl safe. And the brave girl was happy to have satiated her urge for a real-life adventure. Was it not a good day! :P

A Simple-Silly Mischief...

A mischief a day never lets you grow old. And a simple-silly mischief is a joy forever. We, 'the responsible scholars' were attending an interesting lecture today afternoon on Data-interpretation. Learning is always a fun when the lecture comes from the real-life experiences of the orator. We were enjoying the interesting session until suddenly my friend sitting by my side located something. She pointed towards a member of our team gone into the sleep mode.

Though there's nothing out of the world in it, but at times you fail to control. My friend could not help laughing at her. Now this laughter being such an infectious thing, I too got flew away with the laughter-tide. The challenge was to keep it on a silent-vibration mode. We tried our best to control our laughter spree somehow. But this human-nature always asks for the forbidden fruit. We could not refrain ourselves from looking at her sleeping and snoring. Laughter when suppressed gets transformed into a giant. My worthy friend could not stay laughing in the vibration mode for long, and finally made a noisy attempt that grabbed all the attention for us both and our laughing faces in no time.

"You both are ordered to get out of the class right now, and don't even think of staying close to the periphery of it", the verdict got announced for us. We had to leave the class, and miss a very important lecture. A thing as cute as this laughter could get us an expulsion, I could never think this way. Never mind, we walked out of the class. We managed to keep a poker-face as long as we were visible to rest of the fellows and professors. But the moment the caged birds got into the free space, the laughter-attack hit us back. Both of us kept giggling-tittering over the same silly thing for next couple of hours.

It was rather a trivial issue to be laughed upon, I know. But the situational drama, the suppression of laughter followed by its explosion and then our expulsion were something that felt quite adventurous to us. Something deviating from routine-bound ways, or something that you did not realize could happen actually created heart-freshening effects. 'Turbo-charged' is how we felt after being through this all. 

Those were the moments of mild mischief, goofy giggles, and free flight; the spontaneity of which was for sure a dear delight. Even expulsion is fun at times. :)