Anubhav, the Intruder..

We were very happy in ourselves untill Anubhav Agarwal started to plunge in.
It was for quite sometime that Anubhav was lurking around us. One day he came to me
and requested if he can join our group. I told him to wait a while as i have to
discuss it with all.
All of them came heavily on me as i raised the issue. I requested on behalf of Anubhav to let
him in. After a good amount of brainstorming the pumpkin was allowed to join us.
As the days passed i sniffed something wrong. Suharsh, my best friend, was getting closer
to Anubhav. They had a merger of stamps for philately reasons. That was also fine.
One day, while we were coming back from school, by our school bus, we got into a heated discussion.
The trio of Kritashva, Puneet and Suharsh-Anubhav took one side and i was forced on the other.
The debate turned into physical endeavour, as it happens in any presitigious gathering. No, i dont
want to hint any political grouping by that. Well, puneet slapped me two handfulls and i gave him a nice
bite. As Suharsh was also doing an SHM with me i gave an undamped high energy thrust on his face.He said--
as I remember, "Amit, now you see!!"

So from then we stopped even looking at each other.
Atleast fourty days passed without hearing a single word.

In the mean time Anubhav somehow managed to keep terms with me. He also expressed oneday-
"You see Amit, Suharsh is closer to me now!!"
That gave me a deep insight into my decision of supporting Anubhav's entry into our group.

It was very heavy for both of us, Suharsh and me, to not to be together.
Finally, one day, as i was packing my bag to leave for schoolbus, Anubhav came to me.
He said, "Suharsh wants to talk to you".
I wasn't sure about Anubhav's intentions.

In the bus, I saw Suharsh sitting alone. I went slowly and sat beside him.
Do you want to talk to me? I enquired.
He nodded.
...
How's that as.h..e doing; ye, he is like that only,
have u read this chapter..
how about your maal..
..
And since then we never stopped talking..

Revenge

That fat boy, Nitin Agarwal, used to bully with me untill i decided to do
something about it.
Just as we had visited the cemetry (Read Previous Post) my mind was asking for more, and
this time it was personal intention.
We used to have Optional Kathak Classes in St James in those days.
I was having ghungroo's for practice!!
I called upon my gang and floated my idea...







Bang, the Vampires agreed for that, and not even Suharsh, the studious of us all, denied one iota for it, scoundrel!!
Next morning, as usual, our bus reached earlier than other buses.
Our school has a huge playground and a small space behind the buildings, usually no one goes there and
neither was any one allowed. Kritashva was more friendly amongst us,and he volunteered to fetch Nitin
closer to the wall behind which we stood waiting for our prey..
As he came with Nitin, I started clinging ghungroos as if someone was walking wearing them..
Kritashva made it more pronounced by telling him a story of somebody murdered few years ago at that place.
My revenge was on right track, Nitin started to panic.. He ran away screaming Ayaji...Ayaji...
We thought Ayaji would console Nitin that there is nothing such as ghost or something but things took a turn
for worst.
As Nitin ran away, Kritashva, who proved to be more daring, put a sliced lemon, red cloth and sindur at the
same place, the idiot has left no stone unturned from our asses being chopped.
Ayaji with her 6'3" husband came rushing.. Slowly and steadily the whole school began to collect there as Assembly
was just about to begin.
No one should touch it - - Ayaji screamed. Now as we three were hiding behind the corner, had to come out
from it, we took the longer route, near the rear toilets and joined the lot, expressing fear and appreciating
our success. My heart was not normal untill i reached home and secured the ghungroos.

The Kabristan

It was July of 1992; the new academic session had just begun.
As always, he was performing among top best of the class. At the end of
first term exams as we were shown the copies of our toils and spoils, he was
filled with joy of achievement.
Suharsh was becoming a top eye catcher of the class. Although a bit short on height, but fairish somewhat, he was admired by the both the sexes of the class.
Our Gang of four, Kritashva Verma, Puneet Pathak, Suharsh Dixit and I, were very happy in ourselves. Kritashva, a jack of all, Puneet, too long to analyze in one go, Suharsh showing his newly acquired knowledge of desi slangs, and me, used to meet regularly in the park adjacent to my house.

For the age of students of class vi we were quite curious and explorative.
One day, as we were gossipping about ghosts and witches, we got the idea of exploring a kabristan(graveyard) nearby for its haunted guavas.
A suitable date was decided and we went off for the trip.
Hiding from the gatekeeper and passers of road, we jumped in one by one..
kritashva been more ecstatic, pounced upon a loaded branch. Plucking one each we came out and suddenly someone screamed...
Tum Log kya kar rahe ho? (What you people are up to?)
We were not in a position of looking back for the source of voice..
We ran away at the maiximum of our speeds.
There was a Teela (a hillock) nearby which had some devastated buildings. We stopped
on the grassy meadow and looked back.. No one was there. Now what was to be done
of the guavas. It was our victory against the dark powers and we were going to
celebrate it..

RealStories

Hi
The idea of this blog was growing in my mind from several days. And i was in the process of collecting, writing and editing real stories either from my life or someone's close to me..
I'm sure you'll enrich by these stories in some or the other way.
I you have any real story from your life or from someone whom you know closely it will be a pleaseure for me to publish it here..
From this weekend you may check regularly for new stories..


Happy Reading..
Amit Srivastava