Sparkles Of Delight

The class was taken for an hour or so and I finally was able to chalk out my life. It was just the view I waited for a very long time, to see the other side of the broken fence.

[Note:This article has love among friends ,lovers and finally love between two sheep!!]

 

“So .Will you help me?”Sujan asked.

I nodded in agreement and saw him blush.

I was busy with exams from past two weeks. If you are not familiar to JNTU’s pattern of examination, you should know that it last for longer time unlike this sentence. My friend, Divya’s birthday falls on the day when our exams end.Yes.We are planning a surprise birthday party. But, what’s more special is Sujan, good friend of mine, planned to propose her. He stays abroad and hence I along with my friends agreed for preparations.

“Today's exam was bad. I am glad that they are over”,Divya smiled happily.

“I am leaving. Happy holidays”, I said.

I left for her hostel and joined my friends. We bought her a teddy bear, cotton shirt and cake. All in White! Sujan likes white and wanted it to be that way.

“Where is the ring?”I asked Badri as I helped her decorate the room.

“Hidden well “, She assured as she pointed at closet. It was a beautiful diamond ring and I wished she would accept him.

“Shuuuu. They left college and are heading this way. Girls take your positions!”,Badri hushed as she read the text from Pinky who helped us to cause a diversion.

My heart was pounding. Here it comes, I thought. We heard the nock. Divya entered and we all shouted “SURPRISE!!”. I couldn’t help laughing seeing her shocked face. Sujan was on  phone and after what it seems like a minute she followed his instructions and was awestruck  by his proposal.

We made her cut the cake followed by a cake bath. After cheerful exchange of wishes many of my friends left home. I saw Divya’s tearful expression as she played with the ring.

“Hey.You don’t have to accept it if you don’t like him” I soothed her.

“You don’t get it. Do you?”She asked.

At this pointed I decided to write this event in my blog. I wished it would have an exciting twist if she said she had fallen in love with another guy or something. My imaginations were going wild.But,reality had greater twists.

“You don’t get it. Do you CK?”She asked again.

“Err..I..”

“Today is the last day for us to be together. After this day there is no more 25 and 26”

25 and 26.We were referred by our roll numbers throughout our graduation life.The thought just struck me. Even when we meet tomorrow things won’t be the same. I stared at the collage I gifted her. I looked at others. They had gloomy faces too. We had a group hug as we walked down the memory lane.The day was weird. It started out with a crazy exam, a birthday blast, a romantic proposal and now a tearful farewell.

We did not cry though. In fact I didn’t cry even when one of my favourite cousin got married and left. Girls like us who spend their four years of graduation from all women’s college somehow become more matured, independent and mentally strong. I am not opposing any one here but this is drawn from my personal experience.

Badri poured us another glass of orange juice.

She raised her glass and said “For a bright future”.

“Friends forever” Jyo promised.

“And be crazy as always.”I added as Divya joined her glass.

We emptied our glasses and had another group hug.

“Guys send me lots of love potion” I winked as I left.

“You can count on us”,my friends said in unison and smiled.

It’s really not true when they say that a women’s heart is cryptic and need costly items to make her happy. Honestly, even a simple gift like “Love potion” in Farmville will do!!

 

“Are you all right Deepu?”

I did not reply.

“Don't worry yaar”

My eyes were filled with tears again.

My best friend was on  the phone .I was deeply heart broken.I never knew how it felt to be rejected.Its been seven days now.And things were not normal for me.My whole room was a mess.I hardly had any sleep.My head started paining.Having a song playing in background,I was back with  his memories all over again.

When I look back I recollected  how my friends and I used to laugh at scenes in telly where girls cry over boys .Now I know how they felt. Imagine the pain you will be in , if you were stabbed with thousand swords at the same time.Its horrible right? But I prefer that  than the pain I am feeling right now.

I looked at myself in the mirror.Messy hair.No bath from don't know how many days.I was surely looking like a drunk.I am not exaggerating nor  am I referring to any Bollywood movie. This is who I am right now. I never knew I had so many tears left as I started crying again.I looked at the small heart shaped gold locket I was wearing.

This locket was a present from my mother.I asked her to give a bigger one as this was way too small .She only told me that I will figure out the reason.Obviously ,cost effective I thought! The day when my friend asked however , my reply was different. “Don't you think its too small that its not even visible?” she said.I rubbed the locket thinking deeply and answered  , “Yes. My heart is a small one.Easily given and taken. But , its too small to even break right? And you give it a little love and its full. I looked at her and smiled.She was surprised “And easily lost”,she added and we laughed.

That was long time back.We were completely stupid .I was looking at my desktop now with his best smiling pictures.The pain grew even more.There were uncontrolled tears as I shut down the PC. I was lying on the bed ,still holding the phone.

“We were stupid back then”I answered.

“And now?”

“Stupidest”

She laughed and asked ”If you promise to smile I will tell you something nice”

“Fine.say”

“No. Check your mail”

 

After half an hour or so I called her again.

“Thank you.Arigatho”

“Eh..happy?”

“Yes yes” I answered with joyful tears.”They finally met.I am so happy” I said and cried uncontrollably.

The main character in the book (Japanese “Manga”) I was reading was with the one I wanted her to be.At first he rejects her but later on he accepts her.I didn't read the whole Manga because it was released on weekly bases.My friend here mailed me the scanned copy of complete story.

“Bakka!! Crying over a Manga.You really are simple minded.Chelo,Lets go to IDP and celebrate”

”Hai!”

 

(*Bakka : Idiot  in Japanese)

After watching my favourite anime I always ask myself, does it reflect life? Of course not! But then, every anime does reflect live somewhere or other. I asked this myself quite often when I first watched Onegai Teacher (Please Teacher). This anime had a weird plot as well.

Kei Kusanagi, a boy who falls into “Standstill” for three years. It eventually makes him to  look fifteen years old even when he is eighteen years. In Anime or Manga, the character gets into such state only from emotional stress. But in real life can anyone fall into standstills?

I have very close relations to Anime and I think I do fall into standstills in my life for some period of time but not as long as Kei!!I often referred it as “getting bored” rather than standstills.

There was a time when I felt sick for really long time and I needed to cut though school. Since then I never believed in people. This was the time when I became strong as well as weak in some situations. But I thought these will soon go away if I had my own time for Fun. When I finally got into my junior High I thought I would overcome it. But these standstills keep following me everywhere!

  My longest one was however when I envied Louisa May Alcott. I first read her work when I was twelve. But it moved me a lot. Since then I always wanted to write my heart. As a kid, I always ended up writing some crazy poems and often made my folks laugh. I never really liked serious writing until I learned about Alcott.

Writing makes you calm, think twice, be matured and most of the times mischievous. Well, it depends on what you like to write and what you actually are. I often experience world unreached. I bind my writings with huge imagination which helps me to be more like Yamazaki Takashi (CCS) at times.

It was in my pre teens when I fell in love with one I cared about. He lived only in my imagination. He is very good at drawing, solving the unsolved mysteries and was only person to solve the entire paper conducted by famous Dan Detective School (DDS). He is often serious and lot of mysterious. Great deal of talent withholds within him making him look even more handsome than he actually is. I fell into standstill when I saw him at first. I think it was love at first sight!

But when I came out of my standstill I realized the guy with blue hair was none other than Amakusa Ryu, the boy who gave me courage to fight at times became my sixth sense.

I became a writer and a poet only because of him I think.

Into standstill I fall

Whenever you call !
When the phone I touch
reminds me of how I miss you so much

I am lost when you stare
There's nothing else to compare
the sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak

Leave your girl
    if it's quite alright
I waan be in your World
   to warm a lonely night
I love you

Believe me its true

My heart is an unfilled knapsack
Waiting for your love to pack
I ran out of rhymes
Out of mind at times
I just love you Ryu

 

 

Not every day one can imagine their dream to come true. Likewise, not everyone will feel the passion to make their dreams come true.

One often gets up from their dream world to know what’s waiting in the real world. Life is simple, if you figure out what you want. It is complex, if you mess up with what you have. Some call it sixth sense and some call it common sense .I call it magic of love. No, I am not talking about an ideal love here. I am just referring to a common belief. One might think I am crazy .People who know me well, know how much I adore animated characters.

It so seems that there is one anime character I like a lot. He is Ryu Amakuza.He is tall, handsome and like any character, he lives only in my imagination. This character took its birth in “Detective School Q” show. But managed to live with me forever.

Sometimes I mess up with people’s name and a lot of times with features. If I like someone, I add up a lot of anime characters and features into them and regret later! You see the person living in my brain will be quite different from the real one! Aah. I was in trouble a lot of times because of this!!

There was a girls night out and couple of friends came by for a common gathering. It’s obvious that when more than one girl meets, the common topic will be about guys! I am one of those persons who would not generally have a boyfriend or speak to guys. So I used Ryu for that!

So what exactly happened? I kept my left brain to work and thus the creativity in me developed. I created fascinated stories. Like my boyfriend and I were going to a pub for dinner [yeah right! who cares about bill, everything is in mind remember?!]

The stories were kept in an infinite loop in any common programming language. I was taking notes of all the crap I spoke, so as not to forget in future. I have very less memory and the result was, I lost the diary or rather, forgot where I kept it!

I developed an easy way to escape. When people ask about my boyfriend, I usually say-“huh? He has changed so I dropped him”. By and by days passed and all seemed well. Like I said all the crap in the world has to reach a gutter.

My life’s gutter seems to come to an end very soon. It was a typical rainy day when I met the person whom I created!!NO KIDDING! It’s not like a movie story! It is true-the characters and the features as well! [Except-that guy had black hair unlike Ryu who had blue].

So, who is this guy who peeped into my life now? We live in a sci-fi world where it’s Ok to see UFO’s, then why not one can see a character she created? I don't think it’s strange as well. God’s imagination perfectly matches with mine I guess!!

If you are still reading this then -You are just the way I imagined, swear on Ryu !You can close the window now!!

 

Having completed my graduation with lots of fun and less books it was not easy for me to get into MSIT. Its a typical program conducted by CMU at both JNTU and IIIT. I was lucky enough to get into JNTU. The college in which my graduation was done was big , in comparison to my inter , but extremely small , when I saw JNTU for the first time. It was almost like a dream come true . I never expected to be part of such a big university.


As soon as I entered college, the birds were singing and the wind was whispering. I felt like God was applauding me for making into prep course of msit. The first step into MSIT was unforgettable one. There was a huge dome with glass so that one can always see the sky and aim high.The floor neat and clear , was as if they used the brightest detergents shown in Indian advertisements and one can always see their face.When I saw my self , I wondered - was this the person who was scared of even a small ant is now into pg course?was this the same person who would cry for toffees or love to play with barbie dolls , now have to play with processors and chips?


Keeping my thoughts to myself I moved on .


On the very first day we were given computers and the seats were arranged .The first time when I was taking my place. I never thought that these life less objects will be my friends and people behind them had life less souls [though not every one because I dint knew many by then!]


We were given a computer ,a mouse ,a keyboard and scary tasks. The curve is very complex.The work they give at the beginning was extremely easy ,But as we move by,  the task becomes difficult and at the end every thing seems much easy and simple.


Gone are those days where one can carry a pen, a bag or even a book. Right from school I was so uses to the thought of carrying books that they became my prop. There was always a magic when you touch and understand what you read .These data's directly find their way to right brain.Starring into PC and mastering the subjects was a different experience over all.


My first mentor was MR.Revanth. He was the most awesome and cool person one could ever think of. I never looked at his as a mentor. Minimum respect was always given but he used to help me a lot. Even though its not said directly , there is always like my batch and my kids kind off feelings with mentors. The mentors who deal with their teams remain same for couple of weeks before they are rolled. And, in this time the team becomes a family where every one helps every other person and try to survive in pool of messy tasks.


Weeks passed ,all was going well even with Mr.Murali my TA.


For me , the things that tickles my brain is anything that is concept oriented but when C language had lengthy structures and files my hands some how didn't cooperate.


At the beginning I thought I couldn't make into msit.I was finding the  pre course very difficult. But, by and by I learnt to solve the tasks by myself and I started to open my heart .But, now I feel the gates of msit to be closed. Hence -I open at the close!


One mistake and the whole of your history is changed. Not every one at MSIT is perfect. Many don't try to be as well. Kids figure out how well one can take help.


People cry,laugh,tease,discuss ,argue,support and live happily in their own world. Some forget the days of month, some forget the time and many forget their own birthdays as well! But the festivals are different here.We enjoy when we get good marks or partial outputs. We ask and give parties for the same. Many discuss their problems with mentors,chat with them and people like me who are often silent just listen to them and enjoy the jokes.


Not every one can fulfil their dreams. But this is rightly said as- at msit one can often forget their own dreams and make msit their dream. 


The rainbow is always from a pot of luck.Wishing I could get hold on that pot . I keep my trust in myself .Did I make it into MSIT?


Well, as the life lessons go , this page is also incomplete as the others, in my book of life. Let's not think about the road not taken and feel the difference!

This is no way concerned to Harry Potter and the series of J K Rowling. But I am a great fan of Harry Potter books but I never thought that this will gain me friends.Now, when I look back I made many friends but seventy percent of them have common things that I do and most of them like reading this series. I still remember during my college days we were all strangers for each other but one day the topic was Harry potter we didn't know each other but we spoke about Him and used to discuss about a lot trough which we became friends.

But this was a very strange incident that happened and it had lot to do with Harry Potter. I was back from a super market when I saw a boy with glasses and extremely messy hair and he had a thunder mark scar near him eyebrow. What more he was accompanied with an extremely bushy haired girl and she was walking hand in hand with a red haired boy who was tall. Now any one who was in their right mind will think I was describing about harry and friends. But no! It was quiet impossible for fictions characters to come alive and walk along streets of Hyderabad! And one was carrying broom stick. I was dumb struck! I poked my brother to have a look. He saw and behaved as if nothing happened. When I asked him he sais , “If they really were wizards then you want them to know that you was them right?because they might modify your memory!” I somehow agreed. But we later came to know that they were in fact the GHMC people!.

But sometimes around September I always used to expect a letter or would think how to fly or when i break something I wished you could simply say “Reparo “

There was this typical friend of mine.We didn't know each other and we used to speak through a social networking site.And only thing we spoke about was Hogwarts and stuff.We speak as if we are wizards and we refer to each other as Draco Malfoy and other characters from the book. Though it seems funny but its always weird how we become friends and stories are always fascinating as others.

But let me remind you I like Harry Potter series but I am not addicted to it . I have read many books which are more good and help in life. Somehow it has a special space in my books cupboard.

If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,

But I, would rather you let me give my heart,

To Sir, with Love

Aah this is the most beautiful song from the movie To sir,with love .So why so suddenly I remember this song? Its common for any person to think and be liked by their Sir or professors and I wanted the same too especially when I came to know about Mr.Cheran.

Mr Cheran was a very cool person who taught us Software Engineering during a coaching class. Its very popular when you are preparing for a graduation exam for pursuing M.Tech. All I wanted was to be visible and that he knows that I exists which was quiet impossible because there were two hundred students and around hundreds

batches with same strength.There was only one way to make myself visible but that was most difficult for me as I needed to top in class! It so happened that I met him again outside.I thought my story ended there.But you never know what God's plan is! No, do not expect me to top in class or by some other means he knows my name now! what were you thinking??

Today Mr.Cheran knows my name! He chants my name for every hour! So what exactly did I do??

Frankly nothing! I just changed my coaching centre and after a couple of weeks found out that he teaches there too.But why does he chants my name all the time? Simple because I was only girl in class and  there was only one kid apart from me.It was way to obvious that he has to chant my name! *chuckles* 

I think it was God's miracle and it was bound to happen!!