Stories From A Yellow Room

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Two- 2 Times...

I lost 2 phones!! In about 2 weeks!! Right before my 21st birthday…my rigorous efforts at proving my self responsible enough were all smothered as I accomplished the impossible feat of loosing 2 phones in 2 weeks…
On a fine Friday morning…on my way to college..a new Nokia n-72 accidentally slipped out of my pocket n into the auto…I got to class sat(slept) for 2 hours only to be awakened from the much sleepy lecture on finding my dear dearest phone missing!!! had happened in the past with other people…their phones went missing and then they would wander bout like mad fellows tracing their path on which they had walked hoping to find it on the road, I often mocked at them calling them fools for being so hopeful…but when grief stricken I did the same too…yes after 2 hours of having lost my phone I went back on the forbidden track to trace it…but hopelessly, it was gone, gone for good…I felt lost and directionless with no phone to look up to.
I cried that day..alot of tears drained down my eyes…my parents consoled me…my friends sounded sympathetic but I was burdened with anguish n guilt…I wanted my phone back!!! I din't know how but I just did!!! I got a new phone that very evening which deemed me the spoilt; pampered child…ironically I never demanded it my parents wanted to simply buy me one in lieu of my coming birth day…having got the new phone n the smile restored…I still missed my old phone n secretly wished I would find it…
And then it happened…the bell rang…on my dad’s phone, at about 10 p.m…a distant shaken voice of a man screeched as he repeated the words “lost phone”…my dad called out to me was the auto guy…he discovered the phone after I left…came back to where I took the auto from waited for 3 hours n after not having spotted me, left.I was amazed so will u be, in a city like Delhi In times like today to find a lost phone is unbelievable…but it happened n there I was jumping with joy!!…the following morning, Mr honest auto guy personally came home to return my phone…I looked at it with child-like excitement knowing that I would have it back. Mr Auto guy who raised levels of honesty n goodwill for all of us was thanked repeatedly and praised for his good-deed. I still find him on the auto stand at times and I greet him with an overwhelming smile.
Similar series of events took place on another Friday morning as I again headed to college, this time around it was my mother's phone that slipped out, unfortunately it never came back. My parents were out of town and I knew it would not be consolation or sympathy this time around, I was right, it was quite an event my mother was shocked n angry n I was officially labelled as the girl who lost 2 phones.the irresponsible one at 21 ( my very favourite age)
That’s how my aunts and uncles would address me days after the incident.
I hadn’t wilfully dropped the phones, it happened, things happen people loose bigger things but there is always a lesson to learn.
Anyway it’s been a while now…many more Friday mornings have come and gone but miraculously I’ve managed to restore my precious little “friend”.

That time of the year-Reloaded..

I sit in my room…the echo of the clock fills the room, reminding me of the endless hours of studies done n still left….I have have 14 exams to take in a month…sigh…something I’ve never ever done before nor will do…I have taken it upon myself to do 2 courses this year n as luck had it my exams clashed…one after the other…2 in a day…in humble profusion!!!
To add to this wonderful month long festivity was a wedding in the family right before my exams started…as luck would again have it. It was a wedding I could not miss…owing to he latest trend of dancing in weddings I too was part of the large show put up by my cousin’s wedding…now dancing required hours of practice let me remind u that too right before my exam…It sounds bad as I write it down…but I know once this month is over I’l look back n see it as one dam task I cracked…the impossible mission I accomplished…so I wait patiently…sooth myself n tell myself it’ll pass through…with 13 more exams to go…my optimism does dwindle but I gotta hold on…I gotta knock em DOWN!!!!!

Friday, April 4, 2008

That Time of The Year

It’s That Time of the Year

I smell freedom as I sit through a heap of crippled notes, turned and twisted due to excessive reading. I close my eyes n imagine my self in a land devoid of these sheets…my room looks clean, my bed spotless…these heaps of sheets that surround me don’t exist..and then I open my eyes n the papers lie scattered all over… blotted with black ink showing my devoted reading of the same…I’ve turned into a nocturnal creature it’s 3 am n I know the night is just half over…I pace up n down my room n try n recollect all that I’ve read today…I repeat it to myself almost mechanically…the silence of the night deafens me n I put on a radio channel to fill my room with some noise…I sleep off n wake up the next morning only to find myself in the same pile of books n notes…
It’s that time of the year again the time when schools, colleges and teachers “test” our capabilities in a three hour long combat between the student and the question paper.
I wait each day, every day for them to start for starting signifies ending too…
We all take exams first for almost 10 years of our lives in a row (almost twice a year)…come college then 3 more years… should we then still have the exam phobia should I not be an expert at handling pre-exam stress n shouldn’t the 3 hour combat be less strenuous…but seems like it isn’t…it’s always different always seems like the first time. the anxiety remains….
It surprises me how my endless effort of endless days of endless studies gets metamorphosised into those 3 hours…
My regular routine is wearing me out…m living on coffee, eating junk food n sleeping at erratic hours…this is what I despise bout this time-period…also accompanying this obscure behaviour is the prodigal use of imagination…often bored with my books I slip away to some of the most imaginatively creative worlds…I imagine myself in situations I do not otherwise…I travel, I go back in time… get reminded of some much forgotten experiences…weave endless charming stories n honestly it’s something I don’t know everyday…it’s only during this period that this faculty( which I now call Examination Imagination) reaches it’s zenith. Sleep seems to be my muse as it guards me at all times…coming off so swiftly and easily that it gets hard to resist so I give in more than often…I take my quick naps and cover up the guilt by telling myself I’l compensate, which off-course is a plan that gets distracted by sleep again.
This time I’am doing something different I am writing down my experiences, I’m makin an examination memoir. I’m sharing it with you so u know that u r not alone…everyone has their way of combating these stressful weeks at the end of the day we all make it through…Amen