Monday, September 26, 2011


My biological clock ticked 6.30 and I groggily got up from my bed. Peeking at the clock, my pupil dilated.
OOPS!!! I'm late.
I groped for my cell. Scrolled to the recently dialled calls and pinged at the very first name in the list.

Hello!! Wish you a very very happy b'day.
OH! Thank you so much SURBHI. I was just waiting for your call. Everyone had called up in the night.
Sorry. I too tried three times but it said WAITING.. WAITING.. I couldn't resist my headache and felt asleep.
Never mind.So,how is life??

It was SHIPRA's birthday yesterday and I couldn't wish her at sharp 12. So her birthday morning started with our long vivid talk.

Its so soothing when you call up an old friend and walk down the memory lane hand-in-hand.You share up everything or say anything. Whether silly, funny,or serious, it doesn't matter but one thing is sure you badly miss the time when you were together and used to share everything from pen to lunch, from bench to book, from playground to jest. Ahh!! the unforgettable moments of school life.

She also revealed some hidden secrets. OMG! ridiculous.
Sorry! that's a secret. I can't open it up.
Then to my surprise she said, "Yaar! you write well."
I was dumbstruck for a while.I was unknown to the fact that she was aware of my new passion and was keenly interested.
I said,"How can you say so??".

You stupid! I have read each of your blogs.
Are you kidding??
No dear. I have actually read them.What if you didn't tell me. I used to read them.

Ahh!! I can't tell you my joy knew no bounds because her laudatory discourse of my writings really made me feel good.And I'm telling you she is far better,than me.I bet if she's to play with the words,she'll definitely win the coveted cap.

"But",I said,"I'm on a halt and haven't posted since last four months."
Because I think I need to flint myself some more. I'm unable to make the readers commute with me to my realm. Hardly anyone reads them as said by the poll at the top right of my profile.
Hey! But I love them. You are playing well. Don't quit.
Okay! Would you like me to write something??
Yeah! Sure, Write down about our school days,our old pals. Refresh the blurred memories.It was indeed a never-forgettable clip of our childhood.

Good idea. So now my dear you just wait and I promise to throw you back to the HZS,Chittaurgarh lane.This will be your this year's b'day gift from me.

'I would be desperately waiting for that. You really made my day. Love you.'she said.

So now begins my preparation for her gift.

Dearest SHIPRA, I have tried to sketch out the very first day of yours in our school.I believe I have exactly retraced everything settled at the back of my brain.Hope it takes you back to the field of HIND ZINC SCHOOL.

A nymph with a black band
Coupled with her brother bland
Invaded into a class reading Class-V'B'
I tickled my peer wee
We swivelled on the chair
Welcomed the pretty novice
Though baffled by her presence
A formal confluence rush
All in British English!!
Left us dumb plashed.

Whispers wafted into the air
Some sulked,others bullied
Some flouted,others clouted
Multitude slewed in green raiment
Wiggled and jiggled
I pointed to a desk beside me
Solaced her to glide in glee.

The bell rang
Everyone clanged
Mam Asha Dashora trudged in
Plethora of silence reigned in
'A new mid-session admission??'
Yes, Mam. A MADAME!!
A stern sight
Caught him fright
She greeted her under the new roof
Adviced to rush through the volumes
'You will be assisted by your new friends.'
With a spark in the eye
Mam resorted towards me and Indira
We nodded like grass standing erect
To heed her through the way right

A reticent nexus was hailing
Amidst the garrulous teaching
Days passed by
The SPS girl was now a HZS girl
Rushing through the bus in the morning
Crunching the books in noon
Strolling over the lawn in lunch
Babbling over the landline in evening
Tied us in a knot
Sighted as friends duo.

Sweltering together in summers
Shivered more in winters
A blithesome posse
Vividly gushed
Now called Grown-Ups
Still trifle at dawns
A tribute to our alma mater
To shelter our friendship under the pedagogy.

I would also like to mention the names of our old pals with whom we played together in the classroom,played pranks,had silly fights but who knew we were actually composing an innocuous album of our school days.
Indira Kanwar Chauhan
Pallavi Modani
Meenakshi Kumawat
Mohanish Borana
Arjun Menaria
Siddharth Goyal
Tridev Pratap Singh Chawda
Barkha Deera
Navani Tandon
Richa Agarwal
Gautam Bhatnagar
Ankit Soni
Arvind Kumar Dhaker
The list doesn't ends here. But these are the few chaps whom she remembers and can't stop herself narrating stories linked with each. I would have loved to pen down the provoking events( Ghatna-Durgatna :P). But something should be concealed and unveiled at right time only. Wish you all a happy life ahead.
:) :)


  1. Wow! An epic, by gad! Great poem, great post.

  2. Sir!! I'm just trying to imitate ur poetry skills. :)

  3. You have a flair for writing, Surbhi! And a way with words! Go full throttle on your blog, it's your domain... don't worry about the readers, they will increase in leaps and bounds, soon... keep writing and keep sharing! All the best! :)

  4. I couldn't understand much of it..
    but was happy to see u still remember the things happned in our school

  5. I remember everything.. Wanna check out?

  6. Nicely play with words...Should go for more shouldn't compare itself with other's starting of blog most


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