A picture perfect evening..

Arrival of the monsoons. I get out of class. Chaitanya, Omkar and me. A super chemistry lecture with photoelectric theory and what not stuffed in our teeny weeny brains. The weather is nice. Very nice. Dark clouds, wet roads and a cool breeze. We decide to go and grab some hot bhajjis. We get some. Sit and have a chomp till the last microscopic bit from the paper vanishes. Then its time for burning hot tea. Wow! Masala chai cutting at such a time is heavenly. It's one of those things which you won't really love till you have them at the right time. This is precisely the right time.


Chaitanya and Omkar leave. I go to catch my 7:30 bus. Plug in my headphones with some old classical blues or rock song ringing. I don't know what it is between Hendrix and me. The queue is horrible. A lady is pushing me from the back. Strong jabs into my lower abdomen. And it is then that Hendrix starts singing, “American Woman, stay away from me!”. Woh, Mr Hendrix. At this time I so wish it was me who was singing it aloud. I enter the bus. Luckily, place to sit and a a nice window seat too. Now starts the most relaxed time of the day. Cool breeze, music and me to myself..


The first song is Wake Me Up- Greenday. Thoughts wander. My eyes close. I want to take a trip down memory lane, hoping last November might never have happened. All the past comes up. It brings with itself a fleeting sense of loneliness. If not loneliness, still some sense which I don't quite like. I seriously start thinking.. God, Wake me up when these foolish thoughts disappear..


I change the song. It says Tum Ho To.. I start to think about college, girls.. Finally, college has begun. Brought with it a couple of nice girls. :-P My mind is going nuts. Could i work things out with one of them?! Some look really gorgeous, some are really sweet. Could my girl be one amongst them?! Oh my God! I'm thinking too much. I think of Megha, whether she would help me get acquainted with one of them. :-D i hope she'll do this for me. After everything she has done throughout, this is probably nothing. I only hope.. Thats where it ends..

My Express Music wants me to listen to something else. The song switches to Love Story-Taylor Swift. I feel she is desperate. Frankly. Why else would she shout out,”Its a Love Story, BABY JUST SAY YES”!! Yes Yes. I understand. Desperation makes men go mad. And women like taylor Swift too. But in spite of all this, I still don't know why i like that song?! Maybe the rain has wiped off my rationality. Who cares?! I go on enjoying her sweet (but yea, still desperate) voice.


Then comes Nagada Nagada from jab We Met. This song makes my feet go haywire. They shiver. They want to dance. They move to play football. God knows what happens to me when I listen to drumbeats.. I feel like playing football, dancing, scoring beautiful goals.. i suddenly think of The Holy Trinity; Messi, Henry and Etoo. How awesome would it be to score a goal in the UCL final, get a salute from the Holy Trinity.. this small piece of fantasy gives unexpected pleasure to my tired brain. I smile to myself. Half of the people in the bus think I'm mad. Let them feel so. I'm sure as hell enjoying myself.


Roobaroo, Rahman, magic, and what he does best. The “Poo Poo Poo” is too good. The chord brings back memories of good old days when I had time to strum the guitar. Suddenly, i have an irresistible urge to play the guitar, to perform on stage, to sing out aloud..



Summer of 69. immortal. Pure, simple delight. My mind is completely free to roam now. I'm so happy to be sitting in the window of the bus. A cool breeze. Great, wet road. People scampering along. Maybe the only 20 minutes of the day when my mind is totally JEE-free. Oh, the JEE! Apart from JEE, many things to talk about, let's move on..


Ironically, the last song of my journey is Paradise City. How i hope Paradise city did exist! Where the grass was green and the girls pretty.. :-P Oh no, Atharva, not girls again.. I tell myself. Just then the bus stops. I get down. Unplug my earphones. Get down and walk the road back home.


20 minutes, no tension. Just thoughts. Pleasurable thoughts. Some not-so-pleasurable thoughts. But still, what matters is those 20 JEE-free minutes, some crap to write in my blog and some more shite to have your eyebrows in an arch..