What is love? I'm still trying to figure out but I really hope it's more than just play of chemicals in the brains as given in physiology and neurophysiology books. I would always prefer to believe in the ideal concept of love, but then it's not that practical in today's scenario, or may be it never was.
For me the first experience of it was during my 11th std, and it was a rather strong one. I am not sure if it was love or infatuation, and don't even want to be. It was strong though, like very strong.
Act I:
It was summer and it was the first day of my Chemistry tution class. We were sitting in the room and doing some numericals on moles concept or something I don't exactly remember. I was trying to solve the problems as fast as I could so that I can impress the teacher coz obviously the first impression is last impression, and then I heard that voice "Yaar tere paas pen hai?" This was the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and it happend, it was love at the first hearing (no it was not a court and you can judge me), I turned back and looked at her.
*Violin music cue*
"Haan hai"
"Actually woh na mere pen ki ink khatam ho gayi"
"Ok"
"Toh please ek pen de de na"
"Ok"
*End violin music cue*
Now, "Yaar tere paas pen hai" would have left me rolling on the floor with laughter as 'pen' those days was a short for male genitalia in my class andor that matter the coversation "Yaar tere paas pen hai" "haan hai" would have been declared the joke of the year among my mates. But, I didn't laugh. One.
Two. I did not have two pens. I had just one with which I was writing, and she did not ask me "yaar tere paas do pen hain?" but "yaar tere paas pen hai?" Still, I handed over my pen to her.
I sat and whiled away my time, couldn't complete my numericals and was branded as a fool by my teacher. First impression is the last impression. Indeed.
Act V
It was a pink february cold and it was class 12th. Holidays for preparation of boards had begun.
Three friends were sitting in the park. Some random rock band played a depressing lyrics in one of the phones.
"Lega"
"Tu jaanta hai na main cigarette nahi peeta"
"Lele, us kutiya ke liye kyun ro raha hai"
"Kutiya mat bol"
"Ok mere baap, us mahaan devi ke liye kyun ro raha hai, le sutta pee"
Don't ask me about the missing acts coz it's a long story. But then one of the dialogues in between include "tu jispe marta hai na, maine uski ghodi banayi".
I never thought her as a bitch, but then thinking her as a mare was a nightmare. I had lost my first race in the racecourse of love.
LOL
For me the first experience of it was during my 11th std, and it was a rather strong one. I am not sure if it was love or infatuation, and don't even want to be. It was strong though, like very strong.
Act I:
It was summer and it was the first day of my Chemistry tution class. We were sitting in the room and doing some numericals on moles concept or something I don't exactly remember. I was trying to solve the problems as fast as I could so that I can impress the teacher coz obviously the first impression is last impression, and then I heard that voice "Yaar tere paas pen hai?" This was the sweetest voice I had ever heard, and it happend, it was love at the first hearing (no it was not a court and you can judge me), I turned back and looked at her.
*Violin music cue*
"Haan hai"
"Actually woh na mere pen ki ink khatam ho gayi"
"Ok"
"Toh please ek pen de de na"
"Ok"
*End violin music cue*
Now, "Yaar tere paas pen hai" would have left me rolling on the floor with laughter as 'pen' those days was a short for male genitalia in my class andor that matter the coversation "Yaar tere paas pen hai" "haan hai" would have been declared the joke of the year among my mates. But, I didn't laugh. One.
Two. I did not have two pens. I had just one with which I was writing, and she did not ask me "yaar tere paas do pen hain?" but "yaar tere paas pen hai?" Still, I handed over my pen to her.
I sat and whiled away my time, couldn't complete my numericals and was branded as a fool by my teacher. First impression is the last impression. Indeed.
Act V
It was a pink february cold and it was class 12th. Holidays for preparation of boards had begun.
Three friends were sitting in the park. Some random rock band played a depressing lyrics in one of the phones.
"Lega"
"Tu jaanta hai na main cigarette nahi peeta"
"Lele, us kutiya ke liye kyun ro raha hai"
"Kutiya mat bol"
"Ok mere baap, us mahaan devi ke liye kyun ro raha hai, le sutta pee"
Don't ask me about the missing acts coz it's a long story. But then one of the dialogues in between include "tu jispe marta hai na, maine uski ghodi banayi".
I never thought her as a bitch, but then thinking her as a mare was a nightmare. I had lost my first race in the racecourse of love.
LOL
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