Well, this is funny. My title speaks for itself but it has been 7 minutes and I’m still thinking of the perfect start! There aren’t any gremlins around but still I’m facing this starting problem. It’s always the case. :)
But I guess this much thought does and should go in, if one is making an effort to appreciate someone so special that no matter how well you write, you’re still going to be running short of words that would fit the bill. Such is one person who I know. I will refer to her as….hmmm….Madison! That ok? I’m sure it is.
I met Madison during my engineering days. Prior to that, she was just on the computer screen for me as I had seen her only in pictures. She made me laugh right from that time; from those pictures (less nerd!). Anyways, coming back to engineering days. When I first met Madison, little did I know that I had sown more than the seed of acquaintance? She still had those glasses on, a somewhat similar hairstyle as she had back in school (God she’s going kill me for this!) but then the thing about her that played the “London Statue” game with me was her smile. A smile so lovely, contagious and unmatched that even to this day, she can escape traffic cops in the city! He he… just kidding. Her smile would make anybody’s day. There was no doubt about it. Even to this day, whenever I am on the phone with Madison, I know it when she smiles and even that sends out a positive vibe around. It’s like a superpower! And if you don’t smile when she does, well, look up the telephone directory under “N” – for Nimhans.
As college days went by, I had picked up a few experiences from the road of life and for a while, Madison and I didn’t be a part of each other’s lives. But there came a time when I needed someone to be there due to some complications that happened in my life. I was, as always, clueless and didn’t know where to seek help. And then, out of nowhere, Madison comes back as a blessing. It was then that I started to actually feel her presence and I felt pretty darn good about having her around because she would just take any situation, add that smile of hers, say something sensible and I would feel as right as rain. Madison and I became really close friends during from that time onwards. The only thing I regret about it was us not striking a friendship way back!
Every day I would enter class by around 7.45 in the morning, keep my bag on the last bench and walk out of the class and stand outside my senior’s class. Yes, Madison is my senior, academically (It is quite surprising actually eh Madison?). She would be there before me and would come out of her class and we’d just chit chat about almost anything, even if we had just 5 minutes to spare. I remember one time when we just continued speaking and Madison’s teacher came beside us and just stood there looking at me. She wore the “Well well well, what is going on here?” –look. He he…. The both of us are always talking nonsense. We have cracked stupid jokes over the phone, sang songs in the most awful manner, tested each other’s math to a great extent….oh…the list is endless. She always pulls my leg when it comes to football. She would never support any team that I do; she is always looking for a chance to take my trip. But the best part about all of this is, I enjoy it! Because you never come in the way of something that makes you happy. And Madison makes me happy…very happy.
Now both of us are working and although a lot of time has passed, she and I are still very close to each other. And for me, the biggest reason for this is because she is such a wonderful person to know. Anyone who knows her well will agree with me that it is very easy to be with Madi. Someone who loves life, who lives most of her day in confusion and funny little dilemmas; someone who always believes in beginning and ending anything she has to say with a laugh. Such is Madison. She will fill you up with life and if you already are filled up, then chances are there is going to be an overdose.
I want to write many more things…many more thoughts are coming to my mind…a lot more moments… But since I have not yet mastered the art of beautiful writing, I choose to end this note here (else the first thing I’m going to hear is going to be “Less long it was!” ...Hehehe).
I’m writing this note to just tell Madison what a wonderful person she is and I’m so glad to have met a person like her in my life. It is always hard to find good people in this world and among the zillions that are there; somehow I have managed to stumble upon that person whose presence I always needed. I just didn’t know that I needed it till she came by.
So after a million backspaces and a first half of a football match that I missed, I end this note. Here’s to my best friend, Madison. Less awesome you are! :)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday, March 9, 2008
THE LINK THAT WASN'T
STRANGE.....it is a very handy word in the english language isn't it??...if it weren't for this word then we wouldn't be able to think of something out of the box to describe ourselves. I think a lot of people in this world are strange (especially those who come on THE WORLD'S MOST AMAZING VIDEOS AND THE GUINESS RECORDS....PRIMETIME...wat kinda people are they??) and i'm guessing there are a few people till date who might'v thought that i'm strange too. But how many of us have asked this question to ourselves??.."Am I strange??"...well I'm sure the answer comes in a split second...the inner voice speaks!!!....."NO" is the answer...and so we continue our day. To tell you the truth, I felt the same away....until yesterday.
8th March, 2008....it was the day my senses disconnected for a moment because of which I almost landed in a whirlpool of trouble...or worse....i would'v had that LOSER tag on my forehead for a long time to come.... Its amazing how all of us are so alert about so many things that can go wrong around us and hence we take care but turns out this fact is quite feeble... Ah...so now i shall begin the story that proved to me, and after you read it, even you, that I indeed am strange.
It all began at 5.00 AM when i woke up to finish up studying for the torturous test in college. 17 hours of portions was dumped upon us (yeah.....my teachers are very sweet!!). However, we managed to get the questions that were going to come for the test thanks to some of my friends with a sweet voice and a lovely smile....and ofcourse...my multimedia teacher who by the way, is "VERY VERY SMART". Anyway, so I was learning up the answers and then as usual left home without eating anything with mom's tantrums fading away in the background as I ran through that door picturing my face after that dismal performance i was gonna deliver at the multimedia test (But you had the QUESTIONS!!..that's wat you must be thinking...yeah...I'm strange..remember??).
7.43 AM...I arrive at college after that lonesome 12 km bus ride with the wind hitting my face and unsettling my hairstyle on the left side and the multimedia textbook my company for the day (otherwise I listen to the radio....nice stuff in the morning..). A few of my friends are sitting near the all famous college "TUNNEL" and as usual flipping through pages so that later they don't get flipped out. I, on the other hand was very lazy to even notice the rare sight of a cute girl walking through the campus but unfortunately I had no choice. I mean.... multimedia had to be given priority for sometime. It felt like we were in Germany.....in a CONCENTRATION CAMP!!...
So all of us present there were breezing through our answers with the usual lines "Man I'm so screwed!" and "I don't feel like writing this test" pouring out of everyone's mouths...but we have to face the wrath in the form of 5 questions!!!...and so after all the cribbing which seems rather unnecessary, we draw close to 8.30 AM and the campus slowly starts to lose its student cover as all of them rush through the stairs (some of them taking a detour towards the loo) and to their respective classrooms to witness their success or failure...(failure...not quite a handy word as long as you're a student)
And then came the moment. The moment that left me buzzed for the entire day before going down as the strangest and craziest thing I'v done in college. It was 8.33 and obviously i was late for the test....(no...it wasn't because of the detour). I came to the classroom alloted to me and put my bag down to take out all the stuff which i would need while writing the test. Now a normal person like you who might be reading this blog right now would just take a pencil box, you're id card and maybe that important bottle of water from which you will drink when you don't know an answer but I didn't do that. Along with the above mentioned stuff, i carried something which was....well.... not quite necessary for the test, considering i studied well and was confident of writing the correct answers. THE MULTIMEDIA TEXTBOOK!!!!!....i carried the MULTIMEDIA TEXTBOOK INSIDE THE HALL!!!....FOR A MULTIMEDIA TEST!!....the best part about it... I didn't even know i was holding it!!...(uh....Strange?).
The thread of humour running through this incident is that no one, not even the invigilator, told me that i must keep the text back in my bag before I start the test (I am not a guy who copies and nor do i look like one...dunno why she did that) or i don't even know if she noticed it. I carry the book, unknowingly place it on the desk and happily start writing the test without even realizing that I was going to be in for the shock of my life at the end of it!!!... Also, my friend who was sitting in the same bench as I was, borrowed a scale from my box and even she didn't notice that the element of my humiliation was open infront of me. Time went by and as the last few minutes were left i decided to retire (with the face of a dismal performance). As i was packing everything back, my eyes fell on the book... "A book"...i thought..." A multimedia textbook"....my blood froze...my brain stopped working....it was as if Satan had landed..."What the hell is a multimedia textbook doing here and why the hell am I on this bench?" ..the inner voice... I couldn't move...but I had to do something....getting out was the first and the best option I thought. And so i did....I walked out of the room like a zombie wondering what on earth just happened and what in heaven's name is gonna happen next.....and as expected, I was summoned after every "honest" student left the class...the teacher looked at me as if she was the bad cop... I was lost for words and I told her it wasn't intentional and that I would take care the next time for sure...
"It was quite obvious she wouldn't believe me" , I thought but I thank my lucky stars this summer, for she did believe that it would be quite stupid of me to copy that way (or maybe because it was women's day and her husband must'v made her breakfast...i dunno). So she cut me some slack and let me go...I said sorry and came out not knowing how to react... My own senses had lost touch with each other...All I had to do was look at my left hand at 8.33 AM which I didn't.....how??....STRANGE....The link that wasn't....
8th March, 2008....it was the day my senses disconnected for a moment because of which I almost landed in a whirlpool of trouble...or worse....i would'v had that LOSER tag on my forehead for a long time to come.... Its amazing how all of us are so alert about so many things that can go wrong around us and hence we take care but turns out this fact is quite feeble... Ah...so now i shall begin the story that proved to me, and after you read it, even you, that I indeed am strange.
It all began at 5.00 AM when i woke up to finish up studying for the torturous test in college. 17 hours of portions was dumped upon us (yeah.....my teachers are very sweet!!). However, we managed to get the questions that were going to come for the test thanks to some of my friends with a sweet voice and a lovely smile....and ofcourse...my multimedia teacher who by the way, is "VERY VERY SMART". Anyway, so I was learning up the answers and then as usual left home without eating anything with mom's tantrums fading away in the background as I ran through that door picturing my face after that dismal performance i was gonna deliver at the multimedia test (But you had the QUESTIONS!!..that's wat you must be thinking...yeah...I'm strange..remember??).
7.43 AM...I arrive at college after that lonesome 12 km bus ride with the wind hitting my face and unsettling my hairstyle on the left side and the multimedia textbook my company for the day (otherwise I listen to the radio....nice stuff in the morning..). A few of my friends are sitting near the all famous college "TUNNEL" and as usual flipping through pages so that later they don't get flipped out. I, on the other hand was very lazy to even notice the rare sight of a cute girl walking through the campus but unfortunately I had no choice. I mean.... multimedia had to be given priority for sometime. It felt like we were in Germany.....in a CONCENTRATION CAMP!!...
So all of us present there were breezing through our answers with the usual lines "Man I'm so screwed!" and "I don't feel like writing this test" pouring out of everyone's mouths...but we have to face the wrath in the form of 5 questions!!!...and so after all the cribbing which seems rather unnecessary, we draw close to 8.30 AM and the campus slowly starts to lose its student cover as all of them rush through the stairs (some of them taking a detour towards the loo) and to their respective classrooms to witness their success or failure...(failure...not quite a handy word as long as you're a student)
And then came the moment. The moment that left me buzzed for the entire day before going down as the strangest and craziest thing I'v done in college. It was 8.33 and obviously i was late for the test....(no...it wasn't because of the detour). I came to the classroom alloted to me and put my bag down to take out all the stuff which i would need while writing the test. Now a normal person like you who might be reading this blog right now would just take a pencil box, you're id card and maybe that important bottle of water from which you will drink when you don't know an answer but I didn't do that. Along with the above mentioned stuff, i carried something which was....well.... not quite necessary for the test, considering i studied well and was confident of writing the correct answers. THE MULTIMEDIA TEXTBOOK!!!!!....i carried the MULTIMEDIA TEXTBOOK INSIDE THE HALL!!!....FOR A MULTIMEDIA TEST!!....the best part about it... I didn't even know i was holding it!!...(uh....Strange?).
The thread of humour running through this incident is that no one, not even the invigilator, told me that i must keep the text back in my bag before I start the test (I am not a guy who copies and nor do i look like one...dunno why she did that) or i don't even know if she noticed it. I carry the book, unknowingly place it on the desk and happily start writing the test without even realizing that I was going to be in for the shock of my life at the end of it!!!... Also, my friend who was sitting in the same bench as I was, borrowed a scale from my box and even she didn't notice that the element of my humiliation was open infront of me. Time went by and as the last few minutes were left i decided to retire (with the face of a dismal performance). As i was packing everything back, my eyes fell on the book... "A book"...i thought..." A multimedia textbook"....my blood froze...my brain stopped working....it was as if Satan had landed..."What the hell is a multimedia textbook doing here and why the hell am I on this bench?" ..the inner voice... I couldn't move...but I had to do something....getting out was the first and the best option I thought. And so i did....I walked out of the room like a zombie wondering what on earth just happened and what in heaven's name is gonna happen next.....and as expected, I was summoned after every "honest" student left the class...the teacher looked at me as if she was the bad cop... I was lost for words and I told her it wasn't intentional and that I would take care the next time for sure...
"It was quite obvious she wouldn't believe me" , I thought but I thank my lucky stars this summer, for she did believe that it would be quite stupid of me to copy that way (or maybe because it was women's day and her husband must'v made her breakfast...i dunno). So she cut me some slack and let me go...I said sorry and came out not knowing how to react... My own senses had lost touch with each other...All I had to do was look at my left hand at 8.33 AM which I didn't.....how??....STRANGE....The link that wasn't....
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