‘Exaggeration’ – This is the first word when I referred to a dictionary. I will never forget it. It was spelled out by one of my friends when we were ambling to home from school in the evening of a sunny evening. To our left was a garden and to our right there was a pan-wala waiting eagerly to sell his pans to the customer who were standing besides him.
It was a rainy day, and the time was somewhere in the early evening. Our umbrellas were closed and the day was fine. We could smell the soil on the road, and fulfill the entire experience as one with Mother Nature.
I reached my house and hurriedly without waiting for long rushed to my dictionary and what I saw in the definition was something like this–‘to add to the interest of by including made-up details’.
I was happy and found real meaning in improving my vocabulary. I bought one book, 30 days to a more powerful vocabulary – by Norman Lewis.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Our professors
With his arrow like, sharp snout it isn’t enough to describe him. Additionally, he also has a chin protruding, elliptical, sponge-like, and slack; his cheeks sagging and as blunt as a butter knife. I still haven’t described his eyes; they two mesmerizing balls roving hither and thither searching for something precious he can possess or someone foolish whom he can play with. His crows-feet can any day take him to the Hollywood stage: he can be an extraordinary vamp. His entire face is wrinkled; more so, is his forehead. It wonders me when I see them like thin strips of knife cut bread-edges placed one top over the other or layers of yellow flat sandstones as in the Colorado plateau. After all, they represent wisdom.
More or else, he looks like all of us, otherwise. Are you troubled about who this man is? Do you feel I am disclosing every thing to you after you have read my piece? May be some of us will look like him. I recently saw them in my dreams. Again, he was our Professors - old and withered.
More or else, he looks like all of us, otherwise. Are you troubled about who this man is? Do you feel I am disclosing every thing to you after you have read my piece? May be some of us will look like him. I recently saw them in my dreams. Again, he was our Professors - old and withered.
My dear friend
My Dear Friend,
Years seem to have passed without seeing you. Nothing seems to have changed except, the memories that we share together. My recent memories have overtaken the past ones. With you the times spent were precious. I take enjoyment in them till today.
How may years have passed? 3 years. Isn’t it a long time? Let us meet somewhere. Tell me, when are you free? Are you in the same place? Do you stay in the same house? Are you married? Do you have children? And finally, have you changed? I can think of more and more questions that I want to ask.
Remember, we had sandwiches at our canteen during our college festival. Someone even invited us to have food in the mess. It is as fresh as a coriander leaf. That tastes still sticks to my tongue. We were worried about bad stomach. You remind me of that. Do you still remember that we went to the college gymnasium and pumped us for a little while each of us showing our capabilities? Assignments! We had loads of them. No one remembers anything of those assignments. They must be surely at a stray cow’s stomach, ruminating now and then.
With his arrow like, sharp snout it isn’t enough to describe him. Additionally, he also has a chin protruding, elliptical, sponge-like, and slack; his cheeks sagging and as blunt as a butter knife. I still haven’t described his eyes; they two mesmerizing balls roving hither and thither searching for something precious he can possess or someone foolish whom he can play with. His crows-feet can any day take him to the Hollywood stage: he can be an extraordinary vamp. His entire face is wrinkled; more so, is his forehead. It wonders me when I see them like thin strips of knife cut bread-edges placed one top over the other or layers of yellow flat sandstones as in the Colorado plateau. After all, they represent wisdom.
More or else, he looks like all of us, otherwise. Are you troubled about who this man is? Do you feel I am disclosing every thing to you after you have read my piece? May be some of us will look like him. I recently saw them in my dreams. Again, he was our Professors - old and withered.
How shall we forget the games we used to play outside our premises, within the four walls of the hostel playground? They are all precious. Wonderful was our companionship. Do you meet any one of them? How are they doing? The more and more you live your life the more they seem to be precious. Memories aren’t they worth having. What is left with us? Isn’t it memories alone? We die with our memories still intact.
You are welcome any time to my house. I stay there only, near our college. Things have changed a lot. It would be great having conversations what each of us missed of each other’s experience with people whom we have met over the course of years. Share them with me. So will I.
I always will remain your faithful friend.
Regards
ABC
Years seem to have passed without seeing you. Nothing seems to have changed except, the memories that we share together. My recent memories have overtaken the past ones. With you the times spent were precious. I take enjoyment in them till today.
How may years have passed? 3 years. Isn’t it a long time? Let us meet somewhere. Tell me, when are you free? Are you in the same place? Do you stay in the same house? Are you married? Do you have children? And finally, have you changed? I can think of more and more questions that I want to ask.
Remember, we had sandwiches at our canteen during our college festival. Someone even invited us to have food in the mess. It is as fresh as a coriander leaf. That tastes still sticks to my tongue. We were worried about bad stomach. You remind me of that. Do you still remember that we went to the college gymnasium and pumped us for a little while each of us showing our capabilities? Assignments! We had loads of them. No one remembers anything of those assignments. They must be surely at a stray cow’s stomach, ruminating now and then.
With his arrow like, sharp snout it isn’t enough to describe him. Additionally, he also has a chin protruding, elliptical, sponge-like, and slack; his cheeks sagging and as blunt as a butter knife. I still haven’t described his eyes; they two mesmerizing balls roving hither and thither searching for something precious he can possess or someone foolish whom he can play with. His crows-feet can any day take him to the Hollywood stage: he can be an extraordinary vamp. His entire face is wrinkled; more so, is his forehead. It wonders me when I see them like thin strips of knife cut bread-edges placed one top over the other or layers of yellow flat sandstones as in the Colorado plateau. After all, they represent wisdom.
More or else, he looks like all of us, otherwise. Are you troubled about who this man is? Do you feel I am disclosing every thing to you after you have read my piece? May be some of us will look like him. I recently saw them in my dreams. Again, he was our Professors - old and withered.
How shall we forget the games we used to play outside our premises, within the four walls of the hostel playground? They are all precious. Wonderful was our companionship. Do you meet any one of them? How are they doing? The more and more you live your life the more they seem to be precious. Memories aren’t they worth having. What is left with us? Isn’t it memories alone? We die with our memories still intact.
You are welcome any time to my house. I stay there only, near our college. Things have changed a lot. It would be great having conversations what each of us missed of each other’s experience with people whom we have met over the course of years. Share them with me. So will I.
I always will remain your faithful friend.
Regards
ABC
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Her eyes
The further you look at her the more she mesmerizes you. Her eyes are no less than a national treasure. Without her eyes she wouldn’t be easy to describe. She is synonymous with the kind of eyes she has.
Have you ever seen the tint of her eyes? Some must have seen them; few must have taken notice of them. They are like brown marbles, shuddering in all the directions. When she cries the eye balls move more and not less. They shake, spilling more globules of tears. You see them roll off from her eyes waiting to cling to her cheeks and taking their own trajectories thereafter. The fine shakiness and nervousness of her eyes are enough to take India by storm.
Never contest our eyes with hers. The more you see them, the longer you want to see. The more colorful lens she wears the more dazzling they look. When she is fuming you can literally see those red nerves slightly extending beyond in small bundles. This gives realism to even the most mundane script. Don’t overlook; those eyes are nothing without their eye lashes. Long as they may seem, very few amongst us have them. I cannot comment whether they are genuine or not. She knows the most precious thing she has are her eyes. She has to take care of them. We all love her for what she does and what she does well. I can only plead; she shouldn’t spoil her eyes by wearing those artificial, rectangular, oddly shaped specs. By now, you would have known about whom am I talking – It’s YOU.
Have you ever seen the tint of her eyes? Some must have seen them; few must have taken notice of them. They are like brown marbles, shuddering in all the directions. When she cries the eye balls move more and not less. They shake, spilling more globules of tears. You see them roll off from her eyes waiting to cling to her cheeks and taking their own trajectories thereafter. The fine shakiness and nervousness of her eyes are enough to take India by storm.
Never contest our eyes with hers. The more you see them, the longer you want to see. The more colorful lens she wears the more dazzling they look. When she is fuming you can literally see those red nerves slightly extending beyond in small bundles. This gives realism to even the most mundane script. Don’t overlook; those eyes are nothing without their eye lashes. Long as they may seem, very few amongst us have them. I cannot comment whether they are genuine or not. She knows the most precious thing she has are her eyes. She has to take care of them. We all love her for what she does and what she does well. I can only plead; she shouldn’t spoil her eyes by wearing those artificial, rectangular, oddly shaped specs. By now, you would have known about whom am I talking – It’s YOU.
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