This week is going to be awesome! Monday is off because of Canada day, plus there are no Eigth-Thirty-in-the-morning-labs! So I can stay up late at nights and sleep in till the noons. PEACEFULLY!
I have nothing to do so let's tell you how maddeningly crazy girls have been to me (about me, in a few cases =p ) in my school years. When I was in KG-1, there was this girl named ....*thinks hard... gives up* Nahi yaad aa raha uska naam, but oddly enough I remember her sister's name. Khair, lets just call her X. She would cry everyday to sit with me. Bohat bhaa'n bhaa'n kerti thi. Aur main...I was allergic to her. Main tou, as my sister puts it who was in the same school, sarroo ban ker, statue ki tarhan seedha baith jata tha aur aik lafz nahi bolta tha. Teacher minnat kertien, laalach detien candies ka per na. X would just carry on with her crying and tears and all the bhaa'n bhaa'n. Meri behen ko bulaya jaata, she would try to cajole me into letting X. sit with me but in vain. The Principal's room was right in front of our class. She would come. She would try her best but no. Finally, meri Phupho ko bulaya jaata who was a teacher in the same school. I don't know how but somehow she would convince me to let X. sit beside me. Per aik condition per, sirf aik period tak bethnay doun ga apne saath! =D I was so stubborn. I don't know what X. used to like so much about me. Maybe she was afraid of all other kids but, as she was a family acquaintance of mine, she used to feel comfortable around me. Maybe!
And in the same year, I fell in love with Aneeq. I don't remember any other friend or classmate I used to have in that grade. I just remember these two; one I hated, the other I loved. I still remember Aneeq's face. He was so cute and innocent-looking. Motay motay gaal, pheeni si naak, kaalay tael main chipray baal, chitta saffaid rang. He used to wear perfume, or rather ittar. I would just love breathing in that scent. Haha. Don't you raise your eyebrows. I am straight (now)! =p Aneeq joined the class late, and then one day he stopped coming. Changed his school. So I was left with X. Thanks to God, I was soon put in an all-boys school.
Phir mujhay 7th grade main dobara co-ed main daal diya gaya. I am shy and I don't make friends very easily so I was really really nervous on my first day. After the first lesson, two girls came up to me smiling and asked me if I had an extra pencil. I could sense they were just 'checking out the new-comer', and as they went back to their friends, I heard them giggle and say Kehta hai, yeh lijiey. Little did they know that time that the new-comer was not just shy but taiz tarraaar as well. =p Those same girls later on gave me cards on Eid with some very meaningful phrases but I was just too damn shareef (in those matters) that time to notice such things. Woh tou 3, 4 years baad when I was cleaning up my drawer keh I re-read those cards and realized keh how dumb I must have been not to notice such things. *smiles*
Then there was Sara, the most shaatir girl of our class. We had a lot of fights. Main shakal se masoom sa lagta tha (lol) tou teachers would assume I am not guilty of anything. Once I was teasing her Sara ki bottle se main Sara ka Sara paani pe gaya, Sara ka Sara..Sara ka Sara... She had a small ink bottle in her hand which was less than half filled so she just threw the ink bottle at me in anger. Fortunately, I ducked down aur sab ink peechay bethi girls per giri. Phir jo laraai hoi hai... =p
Then there was this... Churail. She was my junior. You will know why I am calling her Churail, in a moment. One day during recess, our class had a fight with 6th graders. Most of my classfellows were gone to fight juniors in their own class. Mujhay maloom nahi tha. As I went out in the corridor, I heard a lot of noise coming from our juniors' class. I also saw a couple of my class fellows rushing in that room. Main bhi tehelta tehelta ghus gaya room main without having any idea what actually was going on there. Abhi main andaza bhi na laganay paya tha ho kia raha hai keh aik karaakay daar thappar para merey golmol se rukhsaar per. I was stunned. Baffled. Iss se pehley keh main apnay hawaas bahaal kerta, I heard my friend BT roared at Churail. Kion maraaaaa ussay tuuu neeeeeeeee?! Tujhay kuch keh raha tha woh??? And before she could utter a word, BT grabbed me by my arm aur ghaseet-ta hoa room se baahir le gaya. Kia kerney gaya tha ander, pagal. Ab us ki chinghaarh meri taraf thi. Aisa hi tha woh, ghuseela. Qissa mukhtasir yeh keh, Churail ne bilawajah meraa gaal laal ker diya.
I have nothing to do so let's tell you how maddeningly crazy girls have been to me (about me, in a few cases =p ) in my school years. When I was in KG-1, there was this girl named ....*thinks hard... gives up* Nahi yaad aa raha uska naam, but oddly enough I remember her sister's name. Khair, lets just call her X. She would cry everyday to sit with me. Bohat bhaa'n bhaa'n kerti thi. Aur main...I was allergic to her. Main tou, as my sister puts it who was in the same school, sarroo ban ker, statue ki tarhan seedha baith jata tha aur aik lafz nahi bolta tha. Teacher minnat kertien, laalach detien candies ka per na. X would just carry on with her crying and tears and all the bhaa'n bhaa'n. Meri behen ko bulaya jaata, she would try to cajole me into letting X. sit with me but in vain. The Principal's room was right in front of our class. She would come. She would try her best but no. Finally, meri Phupho ko bulaya jaata who was a teacher in the same school. I don't know how but somehow she would convince me to let X. sit beside me. Per aik condition per, sirf aik period tak bethnay doun ga apne saath! =D I was so stubborn. I don't know what X. used to like so much about me. Maybe she was afraid of all other kids but, as she was a family acquaintance of mine, she used to feel comfortable around me. Maybe!
And in the same year, I fell in love with Aneeq. I don't remember any other friend or classmate I used to have in that grade. I just remember these two; one I hated, the other I loved. I still remember Aneeq's face. He was so cute and innocent-looking. Motay motay gaal, pheeni si naak, kaalay tael main chipray baal, chitta saffaid rang. He used to wear perfume, or rather ittar. I would just love breathing in that scent. Haha. Don't you raise your eyebrows. I am straight (now)! =p Aneeq joined the class late, and then one day he stopped coming. Changed his school. So I was left with X. Thanks to God, I was soon put in an all-boys school.
Phir mujhay 7th grade main dobara co-ed main daal diya gaya. I am shy and I don't make friends very easily so I was really really nervous on my first day. After the first lesson, two girls came up to me smiling and asked me if I had an extra pencil. I could sense they were just 'checking out the new-comer', and as they went back to their friends, I heard them giggle and say Kehta hai, yeh lijiey. Little did they know that time that the new-comer was not just shy but taiz tarraaar as well. =p Those same girls later on gave me cards on Eid with some very meaningful phrases but I was just too damn shareef (in those matters) that time to notice such things. Woh tou 3, 4 years baad when I was cleaning up my drawer keh I re-read those cards and realized keh how dumb I must have been not to notice such things. *smiles*
Then there was Sara, the most shaatir girl of our class. We had a lot of fights. Main shakal se masoom sa lagta tha (lol) tou teachers would assume I am not guilty of anything. Once I was teasing her Sara ki bottle se main Sara ka Sara paani pe gaya, Sara ka Sara..Sara ka Sara... She had a small ink bottle in her hand which was less than half filled so she just threw the ink bottle at me in anger. Fortunately, I ducked down aur sab ink peechay bethi girls per giri. Phir jo laraai hoi hai... =p
Then there was this... Churail. She was my junior. You will know why I am calling her Churail, in a moment. One day during recess, our class had a fight with 6th graders. Most of my classfellows were gone to fight juniors in their own class. Mujhay maloom nahi tha. As I went out in the corridor, I heard a lot of noise coming from our juniors' class. I also saw a couple of my class fellows rushing in that room. Main bhi tehelta tehelta ghus gaya room main without having any idea what actually was going on there. Abhi main andaza bhi na laganay paya tha ho kia raha hai keh aik karaakay daar thappar para merey golmol se rukhsaar per. I was stunned. Baffled. Iss se pehley keh main apnay hawaas bahaal kerta, I heard my friend BT roared at Churail. Kion maraaaaa ussay tuuu neeeeeeeee?! Tujhay kuch keh raha tha woh??? And before she could utter a word, BT grabbed me by my arm aur ghaseet-ta hoa room se baahir le gaya. Kia kerney gaya tha ander, pagal. Ab us ki chinghaarh meri taraf thi. Aisa hi tha woh, ghuseela. Qissa mukhtasir yeh keh, Churail ne bilawajah meraa gaal laal ker diya.
2 comments:
I feel jealous in a greedy way--I wish I had known you back then too.:P
Haha. Well you knew me when I was in 7th grade. :)
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