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The Poetry Session-Part 1
The glass was broken and shattered to pieces,
Just like your love for me,
O sweet little angel,shining in the night,
I miss you so much,I crave for thee.
"What crap is this,Nupur?",I whispered to Nupur,sitting at the backseat of the most boring and what seemed to be endless poetry recital.Nupur loved poetry,meaningful or not,but me,I had just lost taste in it.The only reason I had come here was to accompany the 'I'll be so lonely without you' Nupur after she pleaded with me for the 142nd time. I thought I'd at least fall asleep from their nagging voices,but Nupur's 'Wah-Wah' after every line was
bound to wake me up.
Who's Nupur,you will ask. I have been trying from centuries or so, to describe her, but each day,she surprises me with her different attitudes, that it is hard to doubt her having split personalities. Sometimes a sweet smile, other times a cranky face, sometimes her eyes twinkling with happiness, others a twinkle of tears, Nupur was the one creature on the earth who never failed to surprise me. That's one of the reasons I fell in love with her,exactly 4 months and 14 days ago,as she reminded me.I?I'm Mayank Sharma, one of the most boring guys in the world,as it may seem to you.I was different from all, lost in my books and my aim to support my mother.I hated to party,except if it was in the library.I had never bunked a class in life.To me it sounded like a crime.Of course,with all this,you couldn't expect me to have girlfriends(until now),though I was loaded with offers till date.Nupur had changed me a lot,except for my hate for poetry and party.
"Mayank,come on, don't be a spoilsport, the words of the poetry are so meaningful,I love them."
"Yeah,how deep, I might as well drown into sleep," I replied sarcastically,giving out a big yawn which surprised the person on my side.He gave me a disgusting look.
"Oh come on Nupur,do you really think people come here to listen to some lonely heartbroken squeaking about his love who has left him in the darkness of the world to cruel people who treat him like dogs?", I asked her, really bored of what was going on.
"Then why do they come here, would you explain me, my dearest beloved?", she asked annoyingly. A woman on her side chuckled.
"Ok, Reason No.1:The place is cheap. Only seventy-five rupees a ticket.Two:This place is Air-Conditioned.Three:The seats are quiet comfy and cosy.Four:The poems sound like lullabies and the poets nag awfully. According to my calculations, all these provide ideal conditions to sleep comfortably."
The man on my side roared with laughter."Mr.Mayank Sharma, I have never heard such rubbish in my entire life. No one's sleeping here.", Nupur sounded angry. I got worried, but wanted to prove my point.
"Oh really! Let me show you. Look at the row in front of you." She bent ahead to look at a complete Guju family snoring off.Beside them,to our surprise, were Samrat-Gunjan,Dia-Benji and Uday and CJ.The guys were all off to sleep,and Cj had joined in too.
"Samrat, come on, it's not that boring! ",Gunjan shook his arm.
"Boring? I'd prefer Shukla's class! At least he entertains us a bit!", Samrat moaned with his eyes closed.
"Actually, you are right. It is very boring." Gunjan rested her head on Samrat's shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Benji, I'm going to the washroom!" Dia shouted.
"Uh-huh? Is it over? Yipee! Oh no, It's you Dia! What's wrong?" Benji said.
"I said I am going to the washroom! My make up is losing touch and so is this program!" Dia turned her back and walked off.
I couldn't resist laughing at my helpless friends, and pitying at my own status.
"See? I told you. Even your sister's bored.These poetries have no meaning."I said.
"Hmph!You people have officially lost your hearts and logical thinking!You need to have classic taste to understand such poetry,such deep and affectionate language!I can understand the poet's feelings sitting here!"Nupur said.
"Thank god I don't need to have classic taste to love you!"I said sarcastically."
"Oh really!Now you'll need to have."
"What do you mean?",I asked ,sounding puzzled.
"I want you to write a poem for me."
I spluttered out the water from my mouth,looking astonished."How disgusting,Mayank!"
"Nupur,I think my ears have gone bad. I thought you said that I Have to write a poem for you.But you can never say such a thing.You know I hate poetry."
"I'm as serious as you are not."
I join my hands together and literally started begging her to stop.
"NO,No,No!Please leave this cute and handsome guy!Dont turn him into a poetry jerk!"
"Over!Anything else to say?Now start Working on it."
The audience applauded as the poem ended,but I felt as if they were congratulating Nupur as she walked away.
She had won again.
"What the hell is this,Mayank?",Dia cried out aloud.I was sitting in the canteen with the rest of the gang except Nupur.She had gone for Shukla Sir's extra class,as she had missed out on yesterday's notes.
"Mayank,you have been doing this since the past one hour.Why don't give up and tell her you are not poetry material?",Samrat said.
The others nodded in agreement.
I had been working on the poem project since yesterday night, and was totally broke on ideas.I had stayed up all night doing this,and couldn't even concentrate on Mr.Deodhar's class.
Nupur,or I would rather at the moment say 'heartless' Nupur,was enjoying the attention.She ignored me all the time,refusing to talk to me till I wrote her the poem.
So I'll tell her I gave up,and then get kicked!What a wonderful idea!
"No.Bad idea.Next."
"Oh,I know."Gunjan's soft voice spoke up."Di loves Harivansh Rai Bachchan's poetry.I can give you his book."
"Has Nupur read it?"I asked anxiously.
"Yes,Many a times."
"Then I can't tell it to her."I said sadly.
"WHY?"Uday and Benji asked at the same time.They had been checking out the girls on the counter since the past hour.
"Because I have to write a poem MYSELF for her. No copy or Xerox."
Just then the bell rang."Time for class.See you later,dude."Benji said.
"All the best,Mayank."Gunjan said.Her 'all the best' always worked.
Just then I saw Nupur coming out of her classroom.I never might have mentioned it,but Nupur was a goddess of beauty in all forms.She wore her white Salwaar-Kameez whose dupatta kept falling down.As she bent down to pick it up,her notes fell down.She tried to blow the strand of hair away from her face,but was unsuccessfull.I went towards her and did it for her.As I helped her with the notes,all we were doing was staring at each other.I then realized.In her eyes,I saw a poem.A poem of love,a poem of life.We were completely lost in each other's eyes, when the eyelock was broken by Nupur and she ran away.
She stopped in her tracks and turned back. I gave her a little smile.She smiled back,but her smile vanished as soon as she remembered she was cross with me.She gave me a 'hmph' look and turned her head away.Complete Nupur!
I knew what to do now.I had to make her happy.Cause her happiness was all it took to make me happy.I had to bring our love back again.
The next morning
The setting was perfect.Everything was going smoothly.Samrat had written a poem for me,which was quite good,even though I hate poetry.
I called up Dia."Hello,Dia ,Is Nupur ready?"
"Yah Mayank,She is done.She is just doing her touch-up."
"How did you convince her?"
"That 92.7 Fm Radio Jockey Kalindi was giving tickets for the special screening of DDLJ and she desperately wanted to go there.So I just told her I've got them."
"Good Going.See ya soon!"
"Bye!"
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