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Planning to write a romantic story. The idea hit me 3 - 4 days back while I was doing nothing (almost). I just hope I wouldn't procrastinate this time.

The gift!

The Best Friend of my best friend is going to get married. She is of my age, of course. The big deal about this is, what I heard about some gifts which she sent to her fiance.

The thing is, only 57 days are to go before the marriage-day finally arrives. Her mother is to go to Delhi for some marriage related work and she will meet her son-in-law-to-be in two days time. So, the mathematics suggests, only 55 days will remain after that.

Now this friend of friend of mine, has sent 55 roses. Moreover, she has sent a mirror which will imply that the receiver has to keep the person, seen in the mirror, always happy. [??]. She has also packed a chocolate with some kind of milk, which is supposed to remind him to take care of himself. This too has got some logic behind, which I, being a lesser-mortal, couldn't understand. A photo album too finds a place in that huge bag, full of gifts. In this album she has arranged her photos in direct chronological order. Photos, from the very beginning of her life to those done very recently, are there in that album. The idea is, it will help him reduce the extent to which he misses her.

The list would have gone long. Damn! I changed the topic.

But, seriously speaking, I was terrified. I just thought what would I do if my fiancee does the some thing with me? What if she overwhelms me with those 100-days-to-go gifts? How would I react to this? How would I show happiness by receiving those gifts and how would I not tell her "what was the need of doing all this?" How would I not laugh at this?

I guess, at this point of time, I can not understand the importance of all such things. I can not understand what does his happiness and well being mean to her. I can not understand what does this gap of 55-days mean for them. That is why all these things, all these thematic/romantic gifts, seem a little too much to me.

And I blame only myself for this insensitivity. But, I am sure, a time will come which will turn a person as insensitive as I am, into a sensitive one, and only then, I will be able to understand those emotions hidden behind those gifts.

(P.S.: Not a single word in this post is meant to hurt anyone in any way. These are purely my feelings about something, which I could not anyway share with anyone)

This is the poem which I penned three months back while going to my home in early July this year.

"ran out of the rains.
ran out of the pains..
leaving behind those commitments & hardships.
getting into the parental reins!"

twenty four!

Turning 24, feeling 14!. Yes!. I might have grown up physically but I feel like a kid at heart. And I love it that way..

I still want to do something in life but don’t exactly know what to do.. I still want to play the whole day .. i just want to roam around on streets aimlessly with my sweet friends.. I just love watching movies on that b/w age old tv at my home (though I own a SONY now).. i love sitting on the last bench in the class (though i stand tall at the front now).. I love gossiping in the class even after repeated warnings from the teacher to not to do so.. (and i stand on the other side of the room now..) .. n i NOW miss the punishment after that.. (to hold one’s ears under the legs!, I didn’t like it that time).. I like it when teacher praises me by calling me a brilliant student (:P, sachchi.. sometimes they did!) and me smiling ear to ear after hearing that.. ..  I still want to be pampered by my mom for having food.. i still want to be shouted upon by my father for not studying, watching tv, wasting money.. i just love to fight with my cute little brother .. n i love it when my mom makes kheer for me every Sunday.. especially for me! n I know.. she loves it too!

But, today, as I enter into my 25^th year on this earth.. i feel that all those things which i used to love as a teenager are long gone..there are no friends to roam around with.. no classes to attend to.. and no classes to bunk..no more constraint on watching movies.. no more pampering for food.. and last but not the least.. no more kheer.. (its been ages LL)..

I guess i will have to accept that i am no more a kid..I have responsibilities now.. i need to take care of my parents.. my little brother..I need to take care of my future.. their future.. our future!. Now, I have taken birth into what they call “the real world”.. n you should be man enough to survive in this so called real world.. n I will.. I WILL be man.. a man of substance.. a man of honour..

So, on the 24^th b’day of mine.. I, Bhaskar Aggarwal, end the boy in myself.. n give birth to a man.!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mr. BHASKAR!

... give me another chance...!

Wanna go back to the comforts of my hostel room which didn’t have anything to lavish on except a bed to lie upon. Wanna go back into those gates of my Alma mater which had every thing a young heart like that of mine could ever dream about: friends, Nescafe and wind-t. Wanna go back to those labs where perhaps we didn’t learn anything (academically) but we learnt a lot of the hearts of our pals while talking away to glory around that boiling liquid over a gas stove. We had some best of the jokes of life while sipping coffee in those self acclaimed breaks during labs. Finally, wanna go back to those class rooms where proxy used to be the highest point of an otherwise boring class. Wanna go back to those reading rooms, ex-halls & csc. Wanna go back to that sasi, that juice corner and yes – that mess. I just want another chance and this time I wouldn’t grow up..