Do they play punk music in heaven?cuz even after death, i will dance!

Really, everything was perfect. Hollywood-ish perfect.

But ofcourse, i just had to mess things up :(

SCENE 1:

It was the day my results were declared. I had done quite good. The "oh-wow" glances and the patting-on-the-back felt mega cool, and i was basking under the spotlight.

Yeah i was pretty tired too, what with all the excitement and running to the school to collect the marksheet. So i thought just a quick nap couldn't possibly hurt.

The vibration of my phone under the pillow punctured my sleep. I reached for it, and hit the "answer" button. Ofcourse my eyes were too tired to even open up and check the ID.

The Voice: "Hello Ritupriya, how did your results turn out?"

Me: "Ummmm....pretty good" *yawn*

(did i meantion that the voice sounded like of a Y-chromosome bearer's?)

The Voice: "Well, could you be a bit more specific?"

Me: "Duh yes..maths: 96, Physical science: 97, Bio: 94, anything else?"

The Voice: "OH wow..that is superb! Congratulations!"

That was when i lost it.completely.

Me: "Thanks a lot, sweeeeeeety." (yes, i did stress on the 'e' that way)

The Voice: "Ummmm...Ritupriya, you all right?"

Me: "Ofcourse, now that you called"

The Voice: "you know what? i'll hang up now. see you in class on Wednesday."

Me: "I cant wait."

And i hung up

***************

SCENE 2:

My sister and i were watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Di: "Who called today?"

Me: "Huh?"

Di: "Who called you when you were sleeping? You talked for a while."

Me: "Someone called?Who?"

Di: "Dumbo."

That was when it ALL came back, rushing into my brain. The conversation. The Voice.

I rushed into my room and snatched up my phone and hit "Call Log".

Received Calls:

Chemistry Sir.

6:07 pm.

Call duration: 00:01:17

OH.MY.GAWD.

It's Saturday today. I intend to live my life to the fullest in the next 4 days. I will miss every bit of being alive. Just want to let all of you know: I completely love you.

Take care people. Pray for my soul.

Love you all.

Toodles.

Okay..whattt? I'm in love??NO WAY!! :O

Me: What is the one thing that you want us to do together?

Chopstick: I want us to be there for each other and love each other like this forever...everything else will happen for us, sweets...

The next moment my clothes and my phone was lying on the floor. i had melted right there.

Okay, i admit, i'm a retard. I didn't even tell him all the things that I want to do with him..i mean, what kinda girl doesn't speak up, even when she has made a list??!!

Oh my god. I think i should just call him back. There is so much he needs to know.

So you think i'm in love?

I think so.

And the best part?

No matter how much the world changes..we're in this together..forever! <3

And you ask me how can i be so sure? I tell you~

I just know it.

Kindly note: Chopstick is a totally original and exclusive name i came up with, for my boyfriend. All concerned ladies may please notice that all rights to this name are reserved. Any unauthorized copying, usage, renting or adapting of this name is strictly forbidden. :P

P.S~ Guys, please bear up with me. i don't think this post makes much sense. Frankly, i have no idea what really it is supposed to mean. As they say, love can do strange things to you :-/

hopefully, i'll get my senses back soon, Amen.

Some memories fetched from dusty, old corners....

One think i knew for sure, if i did not clean up my study table in the next 12 hours, i would get a heavy dose from my mother...

So i folded up my cuffs and got to work...as soon as i pulled a drawer open a ruinous sight greeted me...all kinds of greeting cards, scrap paper, certificates for competitions said hi to me...i frowned back at them..

I was busy sorting out some pictures of an old school picnic when i saw the red file..the red file where i used to pile up all my paintings...it's been almost 5yrs now that i have given up painting.so naturally, this was quite a discovery for me..the child inside me was washed with euphoria at the sight of those paintings...

As i can't think of anything to write at this moment, i'll post some of my favourite works here...

i don't remember when i drew this one. i found it pasted on a yellowed-page of an old diary...it might come across as a very average painting to any other person...but i fell in love with it at the very moment i laid eyes on it, all over again....

i remember drawing this one, probably the best of my lot....its almost 5yr old now...i had sent a copy of it to Telekids, and boy, wasn't i happy when they published it..!! i could feel it all coming back...in some respects, i guess, it best never to grow up :P

this one is dated: 11/5/2010!

yep, thats today...i decided to spend some classic time with my dry pastels...and this is the product of the intimate time we shared :P

ok ok i admit...the leaf does not look like a leaf..and birdie's feet are ugly...but what the heck! i enjoyed painting it ;)

and this is how my fingers looked when i finished with the painting business :D

It felt great to rediscover a part of me that even i had forgotten about :)

i just remembered that i have no time to get all emo about this, because that table of mine expects to be cleaned, promising death if not :P

You can't make happy endings........

No matter how much you love, you should always know...when to hold on...and when to let go....

Stop. And say thanks.

As soon as i finished reading the letter, my eyes welled up with tears. The last thing i wanted was to be seen crying. Dang it! i couldn't even find my handkerchief!

You must be wondering what all this drama is about. Well, to make it simpler...here's the story...

I work for a NGO (which i cannot name here!) for the last couple of months. Frankly, the word 'work' is a mere decorative hoax to what i'm really assigned to do there (i guess the "official-ness" of the word adds a few degrees to my dignity, ahem, silly me). This organisation works for children below the poverty line. Many economically affluent people, Indians and otherwise do whatever little is possible for them to aid the education and upbringing of these children. As a token of thanks the children write letters to their sponsors monthly. As the little ones write in Bengali, the letters have to be translated in English for their sponsors. That's where i fit into the plot. I'm the translator.

So lets come back where i had left the story...it was a typical Tuesday night and i was in my room, "working".

It was just another letter..but i could make out how many times the child had written and rubbed off the lines that didn't seem right...it was a bit smudgy here and there, a bit wrinkled, and then smoothed out....

I really doubt if my skills of putting pen to paper will be able to retain the true essence of the letter, so i quote~

" Dear Mrs.Brooke,

Hope you are doing good. I am fine. I'm really thankful for your help. As you know, three months back, i lost my father. Thereafter, i was compelled to leave school as my mother couldn't meet the expenses. With your help i have been able to resume school! I walk to school every morning.It takes me two hours, but as i go with my friend, its quite a fun journey. My elder sister left school to make enough money for my education. She does some embroidery work at home now. We are all fine. Please send me a picture of yours, my friends and i want to see you. I pray for you every night.My family and i send you our love. Thank you, and take care.

With love,

Ruksana Khatoon."

I kept the letter down on my desk, and logged into my Blog. Suddenly, the wishlist in my last post doesn't make sense at all. I don't care Samsung Corby is stylish, i already have a cell phone. I don't care that girl in my class always gets liquor chocolates from her aunt in Dubai, Dairy milk is enough for me. I promised to myself that i won't frown at my father when he asks me to sign off from Facebook at 11pm. Thank god i've had his hand to hold all these 16yrs.

Thanks to Ruksana, now i know how to differentiate between my wants and my needs. It's funny how in this rat-race of life we forget to look back and give thanks for all those little things that makes us so complete.

How we forget that we already have

to be thankful for..............

But now that little Ruksana has given me my chance, i wont let it go. So i stop. And say thanks. Won't you?

Hi Mr.God!! How do u do?

Hi Mr.God!

How do you do?I hope everything is alright (i mean, given who you are, what could possibly go wrong?) ahem, anyway, hows the weather at Heaven?it's sweltering hot down here...i'm writing to you because i really need your help...some wishes to be fulfilled..so just to make it simpler for you, i made a wishlist..i posted one to your at your address..but i'm posting another copy at my blog too...just in case you decide to come online tonight :)

So here goes:

1. A new pair off red stilletoes. No, i've not thrown thrown the old one away. But it's heels are kinda funny, hurts real bad :(

2. A friend. A REAL one, who'd give me his (or her, ofcourse) hand to hold. I tried holding my left hand with the right, but it's not working :-/

3. A guitar tuner. I've run out of pocket money and my guitar badly needs tuning :'(

4. More nails to bite. So please make them grow faster.

5. A new mom. Hahahaha! Just kidding! ;)

6. Some new, interesting neighbours to spy on. My binoculars are getting dusty, lying unused.

7. A new Lakme Lip Gloss. I know i bought one just yesterday. But the stupid girl at the counter gave me Colour09: Peach instead of Colour19: Plush pink. I didn't re-check. So i guess that makes me stupid too. And i just discovered the bill says: NO EXCHANGE. Ughhhh! dumb dumb dumb!

8. More followers of my blog. (See...atleast i'm an honest kid!!)

9. A car (anything except a Maruti Omni, please). I want to drive to my dance class. And i have no clue where my father hid the keys.

10. Help the cooks all over the world to invent some new delicious but healthy dish! This just-a-salad-for-lunch-diet makes me hungry!

You HAVE TO agree that i'm a lot less demanding than some other nagging teenagers i know of! i cut my wishlist down to 10! How many og 16 yr old girls can do that??

Besides, i'm available on Facebook tonight. So if you come online, ping me! may be we can chat this out...and don't forget to comment on my status ;)

Toodles! oops, i mean, goodbye and take care.

With love (and a hint of expectation),

Ridsi :)