So today (19th) I wasn’t able to sleep and, was trying to sleep from 12:15-1 am when fortunately my mom came in the room to switch off the fan.
I opened my eyes and ended my contemplation to sleep.
Anyways I knew this night I won’t be sleeping at all cause now with mom’s intrusion I was awake af.
But mother time and again forced me to sleep… And I was left with nothing than closed eyes but an awake mind.
So the spree of thought started showering in and I held one of them and here’s the end result.
What forced/inspired me to write this is person by the name of Jeeveshu Ahluwalia, he is a comedian.
I was watching a video of his on talk show where he said some hardcore facts about life.
*When u are poor ur dreams die first.
*He was broke when he started but ended up becoming BOD in a call centre with much property, tattoos, a big fat belly to his name at the age of 35
But he said he wasn’t satisfied or not fulfilled with this.
So he gave up all this and went ahead with his true calling..*Being A stand up comedian.
While living his life up until 35 he hadn’t had 35 memories that he could recall.
But now being 38 he could recall millions of them.
Hearing this I was taken aback and I introspected within self and started recalling some memories.
However I wasn’t able to.
But finally today at 4 in the morning while I wasn’t able to sleep again and again I thought over this… Which is that memory that I have… Memory.. Memory… I need a fucking memory…
Then it struck me….
Back in 10th grade. I was 15 year old boy..no I was 15 year old robot who would go to school sit with the same guy on the very same desk every day, talk about same things with the same person over and over on a loop for over 2-3 years…
Anyways i wasn’t complaining so there’s no point of changing this routine.
Anyhow going to school.. Back home.. Lunch/Nap.. Tuition.. Back home.. Sleep.
But but but..
There was memory, an incident, a night out that made my robotic self to change.
It was winters cause I remember wearing hoodie.
The tuition was over and it was 8 in the night.
On my way to home I was always accompanied by a sikh guy.. He was a chill cool guy
So the tuition was over now.
I was on the same route when the chill guy asked me to come with him to a friend of his with whom he had some urgent work.
*I usually had an instinct which always replies *No* to almost anything when another person asks for a favour.
But he kept on poking and I agreed finally.
(Even though there was nothing close to meeting a friend which the chill guy told me)
So first of all we reached BRS nagar. Something I want to share I might not know my surrounding that very well as I know BRS nagar.. Thats the amount of gediyaan and petrol I’ve spend there.
Moving on we both reached our first destination.
The house had green walls.. Who fucker paints green.. Thats the worst color in the history of mankind.
We both entered, the atmosphere was homely.. Not the artificial homely but his mother was welcoming so was his sister.
We stayed there for almost an hour and I don’t remember anything except that his mother was teacher.. He was making a project wherein he did something.. Something with something.. Wrapper copper around.. And ignited the whole fucking thing and there was gas emitted.. The whole veranda was lit up with light.. In the end he told me this experiment could be life saving since the gas emitted is not a normal gas that was ozone.
I was thrilled to see this..
Later his little sister constantly poked him to prepare her project which she needed to submit tomorrow.
Somehow both of them the chill guy and his friend made another plan to go to another friend’s place who lives somewhere around PAU.
I knew I had no business there but the chill guy was a sikh boy and he could persuade anyone.
So chalo chaleh PAU friend seh mileh.
*I was 10th grader hadn’t been out of the house after 8 pm and it was already 10:30 pm. I checked my phone and there were calls… Yes *calls*..
So here it was all there of us the chill guy and his friend on one activa and me driving solo.
We were about to enter PAU
But neither me nor the chill guy had the pass for entering PAU.
Where I was tensed what will happen when the guard asks for the passes… What will happen.. What will happen.. Kya hoga mera.. Meh To Gaya.. Heh bagwan
But the chill guy got both of in. #Backchodi
Winters time, late in the evening 10:30.. And open wide roads of PAU… What else bc??
I dont remember the gate no. But there was nescafe on our right… Many grounds of volleyball.. Football.. Athletics on our left. *If u have visited PAU u would know this road.
Moving on.. Nd.. On…. On…….
I am terrible with remembering roads so, no idea how but we entered the kabristan(Graveyard) through some roads in PAU
And honestly.. The air was cold.. Only two activas on the road..I was driving solo.. Both those bastards had company of each other .. Considering I wasn’t able to stop my mind from wandering and ultimately I was scared to death when I saw through my back mirror on the activa.. I felt someone was sitting on the rear seat of my vehicle.
But now when I look back.. All I can say Is what big douchebag I was back then…
*I started murmuring the lyrics of bohemia song.. *Nashe ch gadeh marran kabristan deh
That gave me strength to move forward.
Now the chill guy was filled with infinite stories to tell.. But trust me they were so vague that even 15 yr old me couldn’t believe that shit.. So there’s no point in sharing them.
Finally we reached…
The friend number 2 house.. It was a great place right in the middle of the forest in PAU.. but the time was 10 and there was no one around so his house reminded me if the old haunted house in the middle of nowhere.
All three of us entered..
And A big black dog starred right at me.. No he wasn’t starring at the other two.. Kyu bc??
And the usual way.. I jumped and ran around the house.. The dog chasing me.. The owner was smiling throughout the whole process and kept saying *kuch ni karega
So I gave up and I was mentally prepared to be bitten by this asshole dog..
But yes, nothing happened.
Again this visit lasted over 1 hour.. TV.. Chips.. Laughing.. Me checking and counting the missed calls of mom.. And lastly me and the asshole dog kept exchanging looks
I called my mom..
She was surprisingly calm..
I gave my explanation.. And since dad wasn’t home.. So yeah bruh I had the visa to come home late.
While leaving the house number 2… all three of them decided to eat at LC.
Yes sometime ago there was a diner with this name.. But since it was way too similar with KFC.. So it didn’t had much success…
But fortunately all four of us had the privilege to eat there.. It was in the main sarabha nagar market.
Taking the same route through kabristan.. But this time my guts were on another level cause I wasn’t driving solo.. Fully occupied activas.
*Kahan hai bhooth aa samneh bc!!
Finally we reached LC.. It was very late hour were the only customers there… Plus All four of us pure pure non veg..
Burgers, fries, chicken
Then came the time to pay… I was always running low on money when I was young.. Nothing of any specific issue.. Cause back in those day I was very much influenced by the term *saving.. And I would always calculate how much I would get If I invest the money rather than spending !!
Anyways somehow the bill got paid.. And I was the one taking majority share in eating.
It was late.. Bhoth late.. Late ka late.
First we dropped friend number 1 and 2 at former’s place.
But when we entered the homely atmosphere of friend number 1 had turned into a volcano.. The little sister of his was crying.. Saying tuneh mera project nahi banana.. Cries.. Cries.. Cries… Tuneh mera Project nahi banaya
Plus the mother was fuming… Not exaggerating anything but indeed I wanted to run.. Run.. Run
Her mother refused to allow friend number 2 to stay at her place.. #Lol
The chill guy came in and gave reasons as to why we were late..
While he was talking the doggie of friend number 1 came and started sniffing my feet.. This doggie was very nice.. Obedient.. It was one those hot dog style dog.
Anyways the mother was looking at us and we took leave.
By the way I thought it was not only in my household that my mother is constantly nagging me to come home…Sabkeh yahi haal hai.. Accha laga dhek keh.. Faith restored.
So now I was on my activa whereas the chill guy and friend number 2 on the other.
Again going back.. Taking the scared heart school route.. The skating stadium.. Kipps market.. PAU Photostat Road.. Rose garden.. KVM school..
And I was home..
Rang the bell.. Mother was coming.. Her hands crossed.. Opened the gate
The only thing she inquired was about food.. Am I full.. What did I had in the dinner.. What else do I want to eat now???
Yes, chicken, nothing
I said and dozed off to sleep.
i’m 20 now …one memory posted 19 to go…