Lat week.. thursday to be precise..on my way back from the lib.. I was almost run over by Manu.. a junior of mine from school..
He talked.. the usual hellos and how are yous...
The brief meeting really took me back to those school days..
And i particularly remember the day that he had left me breathless...
I thought a lot before i decided to publish this out..
But its beautiful.

School is one time where you dont know where you are going what you are doing.. all u know is you gotta impress and outdo others...
I was one like that.. I was conceited (not that i m not today..).. hyper (when it comes to not doing homework and brewing quarrels..) obnoxious in a way...
I never thought girls any less than guys..
I was ever ready to chalenge them and never lost a chance to fight a guy...
And then in school theres nothing much of a boy girl thing when it comes to wrestling each other down right..?? Question of your honour..
It was the same with me..
No guy i fought with considered me a girl..and i never gave them any such chance..

When i joined back my school for my 11-12, i was damn happy to be back among familiar faces..
I picked up soon.. made friends.. juniors and seniors..
Ok.. coming to the point.. I was really close to these guys from the 10th std.. yep juniors.
Manu, Chandrashekhar, Jiju, Avin, and well many others.. i cant really remember the names.. but i remember faces.. sorry mates..
There was not one day gone that i hadnt quarrelled with them or pestered them. and vice versa.
Manu was the macho.. we fought.. real hard.. everytime we met on the run or around class was met with a not-so-friendly whack of a greeting.. and literally.
We never lost chance to pelt each other with slaps and punches.. well quite friendly but still powered. All in good spirits.. that was our way of affection.
Chandru was the cool guy.. i m really cool and fun attitude.. good..
Jiju was sweet.. our greetings were limited to just chats and jokes..
Avin left after 10. meaning the rest of the guys got back to the same school after their boards.. and well i was happy..
So this incident was when I was in the 12.. ad these people in 11.
We being seniors demanded respect from the juniors.. and well the new comers were quite reluctant to give us any. Hard time...
So one day.. Lunch Break.
Our gang out in the grounds.
Our commerce juniors.. 2 freshers.. guys.. walking around.
We watch them.. hawk-eyed.. angry that their class had not paid us any attention nor respect.
And there comes our fav gang.. and starts talking to them. Friendly.
We just walk on.. no care attitude.. well we dint really care.
We are approaching and these guys see us.. point at us and start telling the frshers our names followed by a brief intro.
My turn comes last.. Thats Roopee. Shes the Gunda here.. Beware of her...
I smile.. happy inside.. but a bit embarrassed..
They beckon to us to come over and say hi to the kids.. We near them.. and me cranked at the intro lash out at Manu.. Bad move
And he in response 'Punches' ma stomach..
Ooooofff.......
Hold on Roo... dont give up.
The new guys are watching..
Its kewl..
I smile at Manu.. passing him curses under my breathe..
Totally as if this is all that we do all day.. no big deal attitude wave at the kids... pass them.. and
Whooo......
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I'm out...
Well it dint hurt.. But it had knocked the wind outta me for awhile..
Leaving me Breathless.... Literally..

Di-di..

This is about long back when i was in the 12th std.
We were a non-gang cluster of 6 girls..
Me being closest to Neeru, Nash and Renu.
We have had unending fun..
In class.. screaming out answers.. and passing idiotic comments.. sneaking out the backdoor to join whoever got out wit permission... thel oo being the excuse and of course the sneaking back in..

during breaks.. fighting for lunch... shouting at the boys.. screaming at kids in the playground.... decorating Nashs head with all the dead n dry leaves we could find.. and also the wild flowers...

between classes.. running around.. peeping into the adjacent class..
watching over the little kids..

and what nots...
We even used to not spare the children of other classes.. like the ones placed on the other side parallel to ours..... we used to let the sun reflect on nashs mirror straight at the face of whoever is the unlucky one to sit in the corner..

But this is not bout scholl..
This is bout the day Renu and me had visited Nash at her place..
We were on full swing.. sitting around Nashs music system... listening to endless songs and sharing chats..
And up comes the famous song "Di-di Di-di.." by Khaled..and catchy the song is..
it got us in a frenzy..
something came up.. which i dontremember but it got Renu.. the ever vivacious one among us to put up steps..
well we were all seated so the steps were odd and funny.. and we got all giggly..
Well the little harmless giggles dint limit when Renu broke into her hysteric laughter..and man did that set us loose..
Hell yes... we joined in and the place was a riot..
Well nobody but me noticed Nash dad come peep at us from the doorway,.. well nobody to blame.. I was facing the door...
and here us 3 goons were still laughing our heads off..
I saw him.. i was stuck.. but my laugh dint cease.. u cannot just not laugh when Renus around.. shes quite contagious..
Helpless i started clawing at Renu waving my hands around frantically... my mouth still open with the most ridiculous sound coming outta it.. staring at Nashs dad...
But she doesnt get it..
My hand blocks her step.. but she doesnt mind.. she just changes sides and continues..
I still continue with the clawing and waving and the pointing..
But no use... We are all still guffawing...and Renu still shaking herself into what was to be considered a step..
He stood there looking at us with amusement.. and trying to catch Nashs eye.. but all he sees is me.. looking at him ... and shamelessly going on blaring out my windpipe...
Ouch...!!!
After 2 whole minutes he gave up all hopes of getting us back to our senses.. and left with a disgusted look on his face...
And it was another 2 minutes.. and the end of the song that bought us back to life.. and allowed me to narrate what had happened amidst all our outbursts..
We were all damn embarrased.. and me of all.. for the goof i had been seeing him and yet not sobering up..

But past all gone.. that was one of the best memory ever.. and the song still reminds me of the step Renu had choreographed for us...

Hey.. Picture this.. Me sitting all by myself.. at home.. in my living room... with the lappy in my lap.. ya as per the name of the gadget suggests... the rain pitter pattering outside.. wow.... dont you feel it? Huh huh..? Cant you see its perfect.. perfect for a super duper eerie feeling to creep up the spine and end up at the head to show it wild things happening every where???.... But it aint working on me.. Brave Brave Me..
Well i can have the music playing, make it all light.. but the Idiot box is already doing its job.. so music system.. u sleep now...
Peace.. 2 fingers up.

So me is all alone.. well i have Chikoo and Charlie in here.. and they are fighting each others paws off.. I'm supposed to stop them... but i aint..
Oh wow... me parents are back
Catch you later..

Not much difference now.. just that all the cats are inside.. and all are in high spirits.. running around pulling each others tails.. and i can hear Chikoo crying in some bathroom.... Kewl..
Charlie is Tech savvy.. he loves mobiles.. he tried using my mob one morning and thats how my display went dark in the first place.... and he also chats with Vish at nights.. he sits up late with me and chats with her whenever he finds her online and in conversation with me... He even reads the newspaper.... So cool na?
Mauty and Chiktoo love to pack and unpack stuff... Chiktoo plays football and has such an awesome kick that would put Beckham to shame...
Mauty is an extraordinary charmer... she doesnt have to actually do anything.. she can make us do all her stuff.. Good leadership qualities..
Flashy is a super cool athelete... runs like the wind.. well runs in the wind..
And now Chikoos so good at etiquette that he sits at the table and uses the bathroom..
I must be breeding mutant cats... And I love that..

Well with so much written you must have understood well enough this is just another junk blog...
Dont care you like it or not... Its time i did stuff for myself... like finish up the Chocolate all by myself..
Yummy.....
Well anyways.. Goodnite.