The tiny scratch..

Dear Preethi and Jagdish uncle,

I'm so happy to inform u that my sister is comming home along with her daughter. Preethi, u know, i am going 2 b an uncle 4 the 2nd time.

2day was a litle bit different day 4 me. I luv saturday mornings. I can sleep overtime, and has a full day left 2 spend time in different ways.
I spent a good time reading books, couple of hours sleeping, and had to drive amma and her collegues to a funeral.
When my amma asked me to drive, i was so happy. I luv driving. I always wanted to hangout with my car. U know that i luv journeys,don't u?
Our destination was just about 20 kM away from my home, but as it was a chance which i got after many weeks, i was ready to rip the road; nomatter how short the journey was.

We bought a new car few months b4. Santro Xing. The most luxurious car that can b afforded by a middle class family. My father cares 4 my car, just like he cares 4 me.
V packed the car with 2 lean teachers, a nun & another fat teacher in the rear seat, with me and amma in front. The road from my amma's school has a sinusoidal profile.
V all were startled by a creaky sound that swept through the bottom of door near to the driver's seat. The ladies made their usual SIGH, which made me feel that the car tumbled upside down.
I knew that my car was overloaded and the ground clearence was too low 2 climb the crest and trough.But the SIGH left a stimulus of caution, 2 which i responded by driving carefully.

Funerals r always painful. Even someone who feels happy about a person's end pretends to be buried in a grave of agony.For that matter Jagdish uncle, ur place is the best.
U all celebrate death with cheers and drum beats. May be u r celebrating the dead man's happiness for leaving this miserable world,aren't u?..

I left my amma's collegues @ school. When I came back 2 home, i noticed a tiny scratch on my car's rear bumper. I called appa.He looked @ me and the scratch.

"What?"I asked.

"What? Tell me what happened." Said appa.

"I don't know. I am seeing this 4 the 1st time; just like u".Replied me.

"But this wasn't there yesterday".
"I said i don't know"....
As usual, i went 2 amma, and told abt the scratch and appa's comment. Again, as usual, adrinaline shot up in my blood.
This time, i was not imagining a conversation, but told amma, that how could appa disbelieve me. I told her that now-a-days he showed a little hesitation 2 lend me the car.
Appa was still looking at the scratch, and i thought that he was thinking abt some points to justify his stand.

"Amma, I won't drive anymore. Appa don't believe me. And how can i drive safe if he does not lend me the car wholeheartedly?"

I left the scene and started with '5point someone'.I could hear amma's voice a bit raised, and Appa was arguing with her in much loud but indistinct voice.

Here comes the usual climax, whenever i imagine a conversation in which i argue with my appa, quote emotional dialogus, which makes him feel sorry 4 what he said.

Sometimes he say sorry to me, or gives me a miserable look, with his eyes filled, which says " Why dont u understand me, my son? Who else do i have to express my feelings?"
And to my honest truth, at that moment i feel like getting a headshot from a magnum sniper rifle, and die instantly, rather than seeing tears roll down from his eyes.
And when we embrace each other, with our eyes and mind filled, there is no precious moment in this world,worth more. I luv my dad....

I dedicate this note to all who has missed this love.....

Bye Preethi,
Bye Uncle......

A girl kicked my ass....

hi Preethi, hi uncle......

Hope u r fine. My day was fine, except that i was late 2 college by 1hr.
I slept for only few hours yesterday night, that my entire journey 2 college was spent for sleeping.
We had our usual labs, chat with girls, boring & sleepy lectures. But my return journey was quite interesting.
I was dropped to bus stand by my friend. Luckily i got a window seat. Without wasting my time, i opened my book- "5 point someone".
NO need to mention the name "Chetan Bhagat" along with it. I really like the young smart writer. He really know how to tackle and win young hearts.
Hats off!!..

I went through the book, as if i was a character of the story. There was still time for the bus to leave the stand. The book kept me engaged.
Meanwhile i heard some feminine sounds occupying seats behind me. I was in one of my favourite "Doctor sleeve" outfit. It was quite enough to grab a glance @ me.
The ladies kept talking...in between one among them passed a comment.

"Poor chap!..He got a chance 2 read '5 point someone' only by now."...

I recognized that those girls were my juniors.They never dare 2 speak so, while @ college. I wanted to kick her ass,or slap her cheeks, one after the other.
Y is she being so worried about me?..
Y is she behaving so authoritative?..

She looked like a Christian girl.
She might have finished reading all the Harry Potter series,but i am damn sure that she had not finished reading bible for once.
And if i had to  question her with that, she would stand still with her mouth opened...I was thinking about such a situation. Adrenaline filled my blood streams in such a way that i had 2 imagine such a conversation so as 2 convince my mind.
And story would not be complete with a scene in which she begs 4 my pardon,like someone begging 4 moksha.

But i remember that i am a late starter in reading books. I showed hesitation to read, and hated all who loved reading. The girl was right.She really kicked my ass.
I used 2 write; for college magazine, in my diary,for bulettins etc.For a while i gave up writing.
But when i started reading, Uncle, as u said, one can't stop himself from writing... 

Preethi, learn from my mistake...
One who shows hesitation 2 read, is like someone who dislike water as its tasteless...Its an essential to maintain life...And to optimize the consistancy of life....

Gud Nite Preethi,
Gud Nite Uncle.....

The journey begins.....

Hi ..
i remember how we met each other.It was in train No.2660-Gurudev express.I occupied a vacant compartment.I was desperate, as i couldn't attend my SSB interview.Months of preparation and a lumsum expenditure went in vain.Then came the hero of the journey-a 60 year old,tamilian from Coimbatore, along with his wife.The hero-Mr.Jagdish.

"Has the train arrived on right time?"He asked.

"Yes sir."replied me.

We still went on with some chats. He consoled me, and appreciated for my decision to join defense. We were soon joined by a mom and daughter.The daughter is our heroine. She was 8 years old,with pretty face.So was her name- "Preethi".

"My son is on his study tour to Cochin harbour.I hope to join him there".Said Mr. Jagdish.

"Uncle,uncle, a harbour is a place for repairing and mooring vessels".Preethi defined harbour.

To my greatest surprise,it was the same defenition i ve learned for my harbour engg. Thus she too joined our conversation.she was full of energy.So was Jagdish uncle.We all began to talk each other as if we were the third standard's class mates.
Jagdish uncle was noticed a flower on our way, but could not yell out the name.He asked for Preethi's help.

"I think the colour is pink. Uncle,your shirt too is of that colour".Said Preethi.She was right. Children are more observant. Obviously, it was my chance to help him.

"Well...Uncle,...i think its.....Lavender"

"Lavender....exactly...now i remember...u r right,deepak".He continued.
"So Preethi,whenever u see a lvander, u have to remember me. So will I..."

"So will i..."Said me... We all looked each other for a moment.

I still dont know what exactly is the colour of friendship.For 3 of us, its lavender.5 hrs went like 5 mins.We had fun.He explained life to me and Preethi in simple words. I revealed the present world b4 him.Afterall, i am supposed to become a civil eng.within 4 months....At last, the journey came to an end. He blessed me and Preethi, as if we were his grandchildren. I wished my best wishes to Preethi and her mom....we left.....

But i dont want to end this journey. I'll be there to share my stories to u,my dear Preethi and Jagdish uncle....we will continue our journey.....through this blog...Uncle, for ur kind information, THE TRAIN HAS ARRIVED AT RIGHT TIME........Let's start journey with preethi mol....