If only...

Today is a good day. A day to remember. I attended my first class which eventually turned out to be the last of the 20 classes scheduled for the subject (Though the attendance register says i missed none). I see a new face, an young and energetic fella in his mid 30's, dressed up pretty formally all excited to take the class surrounded by a small bunch of poor souls begging for that extra attendace. This guy is supposedly the instructor of the subject :). I felt like going upto him and say "hi,this is puneet, i've come to attend your class, u may introduce yourself very briefly and start with the class" but some how couldn't muster up the courage to do so. My favorite seat was already waiting to be occupied. The last seat in the last row. The one entity in the class i miss the most. It's been with me since my childhood. It has hidden chits for me, made creaking sounds when the prof overshot his time, managed not to break when i jumped from atop the desk, it's been with me in times good and bad. I merrily occupied it and started to read the newspaper of yesterday.

The class starts with its usual ritual.. roll call
1,2,3....
sir: 02; me: present sir (the tone is dull)
sir: 22; me: yess (finally the momentum is building up)
sir: 26; me: yes sir (the voice's flat this time)
sir: 35; me: presentt;... sir: who's 35; me(raising my hand): sir, 35.. (never mind, i'm 42)
sir: 36; me: yes sir (in a harsh tone)
sir: 42; me: present sir (moving to my left)
sir: 59; me: yes sir (occupying the empty seat on the right)
huh!! half the purpose solved... got the proxies for all my proxy buddies.

As the "innovation and creativity" class inches on, the "other half purpose" reckons.. It's a 2 minute impormptu presenation that carries a 10% weightage. My turn comes up and so does the topic "poetry"
I was like :O as soon as i heard the topic... thus i spoke
errr.. ahemm..
The noon is sultry
boring is the subject of history
Tasty is the chocolate pastry
whether this classifies as a poetry
or simply a stupid rhyming story
is still an unsloved mystery
ahem!!
while on the other hand
in a far off land
there is a certain band (of people)
who weild their poetic wand
touching several hearts at rand(om)
for them...

The concept is true
and the depth felt
the audience is you
and the complexity dealt

There is that rhyme
echoing at the right time
evoking a feeling
that keeps your heart reeling

It shall be written neither for fame
nor for rhyme
It was a mere portal
which made human expression immortal

huh! My 2-mintues are done and i come back and take my seat. The chick in black sitting next to me threw a smile and followed it up with a compliment "you were nevous". In case you were wondering what my definition of compliment is... some days back, someone famously said "An optimist receives comments as compliments" and i am an optimist :) ; so i followed it up with a scenic dream duet with the chick in black. By the time i'm out into the real world the class is over.....
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If you were wondering why i missed 19 opportunities of being part of such a happening class and 100's of many more other classes...
here's the reality for you
- I get caught and loose 4 attendances for marking a proxy
- I fumble and mumble and tumble and jingle for a 1 minute prepared presentation
- No chick in black, no com(pli)ment, no duet :(
::angry:: Now, tell me one reason why i should go to class ::angry::
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The more you think of them, the less they happen

For the past 45 minutes he hasn't changed his cross-legged, left thumb on right-toe pose. He stay as much in the same state as he was when India got it's penultimate wicket and is desperately waiting for the last bail to fall off. Another hour tick by and a few more minutes for the stalemate to take centerstage. He's nervous, he's sweating, he needs some fresh air! (or does he)... he needs India to win, he continues to sit in the same pose

For the past 3 days, he spent sleepless nights thinking of the "she" he's always thought of. He's done all sort of crazy things for her which he terms as "funny and embarasing" to his friends. He's done that willingly time and again and she's accepted them gleefully back then. she's accepted his friendship, accepted his gifts, accpted his mischief, accepted everything but him as a lover. He continues to wake through his insomnia

For the past 20 years, he spent all his life aiming to become an engineer and build a dam to his village. Despite his inadequacies coupled with poor facilities, he worked hard, real hard to move closer towards his goal. The closer he went, the more he realised the "dreamy element" of his dream. He tried real hard to convince and he failed once. He's spent all his life on this and petitioned one last time to try his luck and wait anxiously for the result. He continues to wait for his life's purpose

Just for the sake of record.....
India lost the match
she married "some one else"
The bridge was never built

Now, the underlying question is... BUT WHY??
DON'T ask me, i donno.. plz enlighten me if u know :)