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Tuesdays...

"Many consider Tuesdays very unauspicious but to me, they were the most wonderful days in a week"-This was three years ago in my Engineering first year. Want to know why? coz i had my EDC Lab and someone very cute and pretty would sit next to me as my lab partner(..can't reveal her name).


Hmm...as soon as Sunday would start three words would go round in my mind "day after tomorrow".After a long Monday(..i hate Mondays), Tuesdays would seem very short. Getting ready for college on the big day(every Tuesdays),I would start thinking about how to talk to her and make her smile. That day i wouldn't miss the college at any cost. Sitting in the bus i would be lost in thoughts, recollecting some funny quotes i would scribble in my lab notes trying to impress her. Entering into the class i would look for her and just her glance would make my day(..in fact, the whole week) with a big smile on my face i would go to the last bench and keep looking at her.


"RRring".. the first period ends and now lab for 2 1/2 hours. I would go to the lab as quickly as possible and sit waiting for her. Then she arrives and I am mesmerized. We would wish with a "hi"(hands waving) and she would discuss something with her friend. Then as we start talking and not knowing what to talk, I would start blabbering and pause in between with a dumb look on my face thinking "what the hell am I speaking".The prettiest thing in her is she would slightly tilt her face and smile whenever she's listening to someone with an innocent look on her face and that would make anyone talk more.lab ends and I would be waiting for the next Tuesday. Sometimes she would come and sometimes not.and whenever she comes I would be on top of the world. To me, she was the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I could see no one but her in the class.


But Alas these happy days didn't remain for the rest three years as she was going away to another college. I was dumb-stuck and shocked, words wouldn't come out of my mouth. The day finally came 9th of august 2005(...irony here is it's a Tuesday), unable to digest I would come on Tuesdays disheartened. I knew she would never return even then I used to come on Tuesdays thinking "maybe she would come today".


Then 2nd year passed on( the worst year of my Engineering life). Then came 3rd year and I made some very close friends and my victory started thereafter and her memories were slowly fading away. Time passed she would come to my thoughts not as frequently as she did before finally "final year and I was lost".


but at times only her name would bring colorful sparks in me, just remembering her name would make me happy. Imagine if she were my girlfriend I would be the luckiest person in the whole wide world, I wouldn't let her go at any cost. If God ever asked me to make a wish.....I'd wish for all those Tuesdays I met her.






P.S: If I have hurt anyone through this blog please forgive..and no hard feelings

Comments

  1. wonderful ra. some other lucky girl is waiting.

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  2. its like a peep into d mirror not exactly though. but feelings they are the same kadha.

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  3. Hey Shyam.....Blog's too Good...n we gotta a chance to witness d softer side in U.Hope that Tuesday turns out to b very lucky for u..may GOd give that Gal to u..for every reason

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  4. hey bro...how i wish i cld b dat gal...dat gal is unlucky 2 miss such a wonderful guy...but im sure she will read dis..or some how she will come 2 noe abt ur love n she will understand how much u mean 2 her...jus wishing dis happens very soon(dat day will b tuesday)....mwahhh...love you!!!

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  5. Common man shyam finnaly u reveald the secret.... any ways its excellent man....i wishhhh from the bottem of my heart that she would read this.....may u r tuesday all u spent with her come back..... dont wory one u will be getting them back........
    more over i think u secretly enjoyed all tuesdays man did not say any thing about it any time..........ok what ever as u sis said she is unlucky that she misssd u rather than u know.....
    k byeee bro....

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  6. hey Shyam u rocked dude.....Really u shattered my expectations on u..
    u kept the victors proud
    I PRAY GOD TO LET THOSE DAYS FLOW BACK TO U{atleast in ur rocking dream world}

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  7. you have got to tell me her name....btw, ur blog is a nice read, a nice way to pass the time.....

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  8. The pains you took in writing such a wonderful blog post could have been utilized to say something to her directly!

    i'm just wondering what incredible blog story it would have made then!! :-)

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