The School Time

Jaise ki school jaana, parents se dur rehna (at that age) kisi ko pasand nahi hota, acha nahi lagta, so main bhi waisa hi tha...

School ka pehla din, mummy gayin thin chodne mujhe school, shuru mein as usual har bache ki tarah rona-dhona… I was at the principal’s office. He was known much to my family (as my sister was also been in that school for last 5 years), So, I was there in safe hands… lol…

Few minutes later when my mother left me, I started being familiar with that “tanhayiee” condition…

After a little time, I was moved in a room with the help of a lady and that was my first teacher of/for my life…

I still remember her name… i.e. Mrs. Nootan, a very typical, old and classical name but must be quite popular and famous at the time of her birth due to the Bollywood actress “Nootan” was on boom at the time of her birth…

So, kuch jayada nahi ho gaya madam ke baaren mein, chalo back to my story…

Hmmm… I have started enjoying the class… got a new contacts, new friends and some are really good…

Once there happened an incident which I still remember for whole life and I think this incident has shown me, in fact gives me a great lesson…

The incident is actually an accident which I had done by mistake leads to problem to my friend “Danish”, he was my best buddy till when we were together in the school (i.e. only for two years) and I still I remember him and wants to have contact with him, but I can’t, there is no contact at all at that age and in present time too…

We eat, we learn, we play….blah-blah…
we are together till we are together…. And I will not talk about the incident.

Hmmm… let’s move a little ahead in my fast moving life.

I passed nursery, lower-kinder garden with good marks, (ab intelligent the to ache marks to bante hi hain yaar), so, my father with co-operation of school put me directly into 1^st Standard by-passing the upper-kinder garden.
So, I lost many a friends and got a few new ones.

New class and a new teacher and got a tuition teacher at home to make me up able to cope up with the class.

She is a very wonderful, gentle lady. She teaches in my school too, but to a different section of my same class.

As I am having a good image, I was made the class monitor (I still remember that I was class monitor, who was quite strict at that time).

I didn’t remember any more incident of that time, but I still remember the day of my birthday.

I went to school with my father, hadn’t given the final exam of one subject (yet still passed it, how- idk!!!), celebrated the birthday and comes back to home. There is party in evening at my home.

My tuition teacher has brought a present for me. (I didn’t remember what it was).

She is a really great lady. She only teaches me for one year (only for that class, i.e. 1^st).

I still have memory of her… and still remember her.

Storm Two

I had already been used to that place, again enjoying my birth in this world.

I think you guys had got what I wanna to say…
arre you guys thinking of love….na…na…. I am not talking about that….love and wo bhi at the age of three… nahi nahi…. not at all...

But suddenly another biggest storm enters into my life.

Ye wo tufan tha jis se aaj tak koi nahi bach saka aur shayad hi aage koi bach sake.

Iss tufan ne kaiyon ki jindagi le li to kaiyon ki jindagi sanwaar di… Kaiyon ko duniya ki unchaiyon pe pahunchaya to kaiyon ne iss tufan se haar kar jindagi khatam kar li…

I am talking about “education”… haan ji haan education…. Kyun kya hua, achambha hua kya???

Mere liye to ye bhi ek tufaan ki tarah hi tha…

Bahuton ke liye ye ek junoon tha, kuch ko jabarjasti karni padhti hai ye, Kuch to khushi se karte hain ye…

Haan waise ye ek tufan hi tha, par haan… maja bhi aata tha padhai karke…. But kuch saalon tak hi maja raha, fir to ye lagne lagi ek sazaa…

The Storm One

My life is really going and moving well (no tension of studies or any tension of bandi (girl) and all, etc.). It’s fun to be me around you.

It was a really moving-on finally till a storm enters into my life. The storm is that my family has to change the house. You people must be thinking that changing the house is not a big deal, but for a guy/child of 2 years, leaving a familiar place, funny and enjoyable environment and moving into a new atmosphere, to an unfamiliar place is a big storm. But at that time I cannot do anything na (ab chota bacha kar bhi kya sakta hai), so I had to change the house.

For many months I am not able to adjust there, I keep on shouting, “wapas apne ghar chalo, and yahaan acha nahi hai”… (Mujhe wo purana wala ghar hi apna ghar lagta tha).

Even many a times I had shouted and wept in dreams too.

But nothing can be done, I had to adjust there. Slowly-slowly I used to be familiar with that place.

I had already been used to that place, again enjoying my birth/my life in this world.

The Infant Time

Hmmm… pehli baar jab aakhen kholin thin to itne saare logon ko dekh ke dar hi gaya tha, everyone was clicking my pics, that was the time of the old cameras, bigger in size, (main to dar hi gaya tha ki ye ho kya raha hai), main to soch mein padh gaya tha kahin maine SRK(Shahrukh Khan) ke ghar mein janam to nahi le liya!!!

Nahi!!! It’s not like that and I am not so lucky to be there. I was born in an upper middle class family.
Haan-haan… My father is a doctor; mother is a house wife and a five years old sister. (Arre 5 saal hi matlab mujh se 5 saal badi, ab mere janam pe 5 saal ki hogi na to wo hi to likha hai).

Let’s move on…

Ghar pahuncha, to ghar pe pooja-paath, main to fir dar gaya…. Ki ye sab ho kya raha hai.

Pooja-paath to esse ho rahen hain jaise koi bhoot ghar mein sharan le (aaraha) raha ho… (wo baat alag hai main kisi bhoot se kam nahi hun, arre dikhne mein nahi, harkaton mein) ha…ha…lol…rofl…

At that time, we were not very rich, papa has just started his practice (doctor’s private clinical work is called as practice) and that city is new for us so we live on rent. The Land Lord has big family- Uncle, aunty, 2 brothers and 4 sisters.

So, as I am Growing Child, I am used to be with them and their hands, they play with me, and I am their time pass... (arre yaar har chota bacha kisi na kisi na kisi ka time pass hota hai yaar).

Introduction

As the life begins with the birth, this story starts with the birth of this boy.

The boy with lots of attitude (only for those who show it to him), very simple, sweet, and ROMANTIC, helping and have very good qualities and to other side have some bad too… (Yaar kuch kharabi to sabhi mein hotin hain).

The boy was called by different names during his different life periods. At present (at the time of writing this) he has been called by the names such as “chotu” , “golu” , “bholu” , “kintu” , “meedhak” , “motu” , “rotlu” , “devdas” , “Abhi” , “Abhis” , “AG” , “shahid” , “mr. love making” , “mr. dater”, “nerdy” and the latest one is “chocoboy”.

But the name he really owns is Abhisar (it’s me yaar, aur kaun).

So, now the interesting thing starts, (arre haan haan,

Meri kahani jo shuru ho rahi hai) wo baat alag hai ki shuru mein thodi boring lage (sirf lage, hai nahi), but baad mein mast hai yaar (especially for lovers).

Introduction about “Tender Life”

It’s a fiction based on the story of a boy from his birth to death, the up’s and down’s of his life.

It is about life, lessons, romance, failure, struggle, love and the most important success.
As to give it more attached feeling to you, I am writing it considering myself as the guy.

It is been written in English but the starting few posts are in Hinglish.

Hope you all will like it.

Waiting for you valuable likes and comments.