Chronicle of Boy A , Boney M & Bajaj Super
Its been quite a while since i have tried to write or matter of fact tried to even think about writing a blog , honestly over the period of time my mind has been squashed or overwhelmed with thoughts and ideas that are either there to address a self issue,problems ,routines,duties or day to to day errands. So to keep it short the time and space to exert my thoughts into writing a blog has evaded me for a very long time.
so lets start.
In the old neighbourhood of town Barah Mahal , the only sources of exposure to the inner beam of western thoughts were either old cassettes of BONY M or some dust ruffled books of english literature. The boy A who was still very young was the one who has purchased these from the scrap shop in the by lanes of khawas market, where he once visited with his older brother who had two Persian cats named Ram and pur. When the boy A visited Khawas market he could not able to resist his eyes from golden zippy cover of the BONY M cassette , this is the same cassette which he has seen while searching for Girl S in the desk pedestal when his father Mr B brought him to a dignitary dinner at Barah Bhavan. The boy A was very happy during that dinner, more because his favourite butter scotch ice cream was getting served without his mom Mrs B reminding him continuously that the ice cream is limited and only to be served to the privilege guests.With this new found freedom of getting to have scoop after scoop of his favourite ice cream, boy A was enjoying the most wonderful time of his life , it was then he heard a giggling voice speaking to him from behind. Girl S who has the yellowest skin in the whole of Barah Mahal and a giggle that was louder than Mr S favourite Appu the pony was laughing at him.
‘ Are you about to miss a train ,snowman?’ she giggled.
Boy A who has never experienced a girl laughing at him before ,felt a strange feeling for the first time where he wanted to instantaneously avoid looking at girl S eyes , he later found about this feeling from Mrs B ,where she explained that it is called ‘feeling of embarrassment’.
‘I m not snowman, i am Boy A’ , Boy A manage to gathered some courage before he reply.
‘Whatever………’ and with this last giggle Girl S ran away to the females dinning section of Barah Bhavan
Boy A , who by now had gathered his entire courage and manage to made sense of her comment, got sudden urge to provide her a proper reply.
He left his dearest ice cream cup near the wash basin behind the guava tree and began searching for her at veranda , parking and females dinning section of Barah Bhavan.
With no success and extended urge to make his point he started thinking about the best option to find her , which was none other then going up to the chair where groom and bride were sitting and began shouting ‘I have Bajaj Super i don't need train…I don't need train’
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A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
—Ecclesiastes 3.1