The REBEL and the big DOPE

“ so now you have to incubate it at 45 degree celsius for 20 minutes and then again at 90 degrees for 15mins to denature the protein content.....” the lab assistant spoke ,i again went back to my sleep. The bio process lab actually labs are just for show off.. they are neva strict, not atleast in ma university...
“ aravind you are the most and only decent boy in my class... just wonderful , the way u behave..”
The voice was pleasing but the words were hurting. Cause its the same person somani i like ,from the first day of the college..
I raised my head and they all lauged at me .. (all including somani) . they commented on my low waist jeans to my shabby hair hiding my eyes.. this time i faced her “ why do u think hes the only decent boy in class.., y not me or someone else...”
“its coz u r the waste bein i have ever seen ..do u think with this funky underwear show by wearin low waist and blahber mouth, ppl gonna say u decent.??waoh!! “
“so u wan a shy boy who ll have his shirts tugged in pompously and properly combed hair with a sealed lips but how ll u judge what is he frm inside. U girls r just so naive!!... c’mon yaar i’m not even into smoking or drinking and yeah no doping too” i said looking at aravind
“ but i obviously don wan him to be some one who speaks unnecessary stuffs and keeps on confusing ppl”
“oh really do i confuse ppl ???? i don think so ... unlike you u ppl i ask my doubts which the proff cant clear is not my mistake ,so i simply say the proff to stop the lectuer cause its of no use to me.. moreover i’m not afraid of the arrear consequences ...”
“and yes i certainly wont agree to a person who abuses for no genuine reasons”
“ oh seriously!!!! Its because of u ppl , everytime u mock at or comment me. i have to raise my middle finger cause if i dont, then these stuffs will become whirlwind inside me and i ll start hating everybody n soon ll become a zombie!! And there would ll be no difference between u and me”
Somani was staring at me , i stared back at her equally.. she seemed to be sure that there exists no soft corner in me...
Looking towars aravind”hey dude, no offence,just kiddinn,no hard feelings”. Good that he was kool with that..
i turned the other way n pretended to have a “i don care” attitude.and stopped thinkin what took place few minutes ago...
in the evening..
aravind me n dinesh sat in rachit’s flat while rohan brought the stuff .. i donno y he sulked and said” i hate this chennai stuff they rnt that effective as andra’s...”
aravind taught me how to roll the paper and sniff that powder... a current ran down through my spine.. i was shaking .. it felt every nerve of mine is goin to burst.. i could barely speak.. i was shaking uncontrollably and sweating profusely... nothin seemed to be normal till hours , as if i wer in a different world...
*the rebel who always urged for things to be done in their right way.. doped out of frustration...
when aravind offered me for the second round....I WAS GONE.

MEMORIES: A SHADOW THAT FOLLOWS ME ROUND

I woke up by some noise, i wanned some more sleep.. but the noise was too loud... frustrated i stood up, to find what it was.... is it meenakshi blasting her boyfriend again?? , but it seemed to some kinda cheers by a grp of ppl..
Found my roomie’s note sticked to my cupboard “ jas, me goin out with pawan most probably to beach, if you go newhe jus hang the keys in the key board... allrite .. n i just hope you wake up for ur lunch :P.. bye sweetie ..tc.. n yeah happy holi”....
Holi!!!. Oh god..
I slid open the window .. “c block rocks, holi hai!!!!!!” those block girls shoutin ,screaming n shreiking...first time i saw so many colours outside thru my window... happy to see those ppl but equally jealous to have fun like tat with frenzs..old frenzs..
....................
“open the door jas” the thirteen yr old fatso akhil banged the door of my room..
“no i wont, i knw you ll put colours on me”... i was such a colour-o- phobic.... holi is some day i go underground...
“Arrey no , see even me is not playing holi, and i need ur maths note book.. that p.k is gonna take the test tomorrow”
As soon as he finished this sentence, i opened the door “really ,but when pk sir...”
“ aa haan suprise suprise” shouted maya
I tried to get back into the room but jyoti dragged me out.
And all went busy painting me.. red , yellow, green , and yeah the horrible permanent one...
Omg !!!!!for this reason i didnt speak to akhil ...
I didnt knew how he digested my buggin brain storming baby egoistic dialouges “ akhil . i thot u r my best frnd , you broke my trust... akhil if the same thing i would have done with you how would you have felt huh..????”and blah blah....
“sorry jas i wont do this again, i neva knew it ll hurt you so this much” akhil was pleading as if we wer some grown up ppl..
“ur sorry wont bring me my trust back”said the arrogant jas.. the sorry cards left in her bag in tutions didnt made her think that “ a chance should be given” to her only best frend....
Untill june ,When the heavy monsoon , made everyone happy for “rainy day” leave... and in one such rainy day aunty called up “ jasmin, its akhil’s bday... ll be waitin for u ok beta...”
“ yes aunty sure”i said without thinkin
In the party... akhil was obviously the centre of attraction ...he came to me ,i wished him... but i didnt find the same akhil who was pleading for “ sorry”...he was changed , with a new set of frends.. the informal things changed into formalities n rules...and this is how i first lost something special.. and neva came a second chance for me... when i came out of the party i felt myself all alone..
The Woofer system’s terrific sound “ rang barse bighe chunar wali.....” brought me back out of the old memories.. again it was me ,7 yrs frm thn ,inside the room but nobody knocked at the door... no akhil ,no noone
Looking down thru the window i saw someone waving at me ... aparna ma classmate... she waved me to come down n play holi... i shut my window .... opened the door n went downstairs... and still wondered what made me colour-o-philic!!!
[Inside the room the cell phone beeped..
“at your door...
Knock!knock! its me wd a spalsh f colors 2 wish u a holi filld wd lots f fun,colors n celebrations..
HAPPY HOLI!!!!! Hv a gr8 tym....
AKHIL.... HOPE U REMBR.:)..??]