Summer holiday is going on. Season of Mango, heat waves and romantic monsoon. But I didn’t know this monsoon would accomplice something horrible other than rain and relief. Last day, I met one of my old friend, might be we are meeting after nearly two years. I suspected we would meet this time, as we are in different college, so different holiday time. Actually what happened, I was returning to home, after buying some food stuff, at present, my parents have given me home ministry. On the way, I saw him.
‘Hello, it has been so long that we are meeting,’ I said excitedly as I always meet others excitedly, this time, I became overexcited. ‘How are you? Fine,’ He said. ‘Fine’, I couldn’t differentiate whether he was asking about me or telling about himself. I asked, quizzically whether you are asking me or telling me. ‘ I am asking you.’ He said. After some old reminiscences, we switched to college stuff. I asked, ‘so, how is your college? You must be enjoying. You are in ….. Modern city. Malls and modernization alike me.’ He started which made me to realize my mistakes that I shouldn’t ask this question. ‘You know my college is that….my College is this…..my college is full of….. you know…….our teachers are you know… you know in my college what happened.. I still don’t know what happened. He again resumed, ‘you know in my college professors are so qualified, so qualified….’ Perhaps, more than professors of Harvard or Stanford.’ I interrupted as I saw him becoming overexcited as he got noble prize. ‘Shit, what sanjeev, what are you thinking? Noble prize???? After looking his and his college level, might be noble is less valuable than this and noble laureates, if they come to know about this, would curse themselves that what they are not in that college and might be, some noble laureates would commit suicide.’ I thought. ‘No yaar.’ He replied. I thought he might stop now and we would talk on any other topic. However, he didn’t stop but I, definitely stopped thinking when he said again, ‘you know how large my campus is….very large....’ ‘He might have forgotten that scientist community has specified some measurement units,’ I whispered and said, ‘larger than BHU.’ ‘No yaar.’ Still his tone didn’t show any lack of excitement but I showed my limit of impatience. My excited face had become dimmed and expressionless. Someone said to me, a few months ago, that I don’t have patience and you should learn how to be patient. I cursed him and thought, looking this, it is better to remain impatient. His talk made me to think and I doubt, am I also in college, an engineering college? I checked my id card which relieved me. Optimism was shifting to pessimism. Before it could shift, to my surprise, he had stopped now. I counted, he said 30 times this, those, that, these and not a single complete sentences. Thanks for the revision of grammar.
After some time, I left and came back home. I slept at time, nearly at 12 after reading a novel. Suddenly, I woke up after sometime and squeaked, ‘BUT YAAR, I AM ALSO IN COLLEGE. WHAT ABOUT MY COLLEGE?’
I came across such people who always make such pompous and bombastic speech. They think that they are successfully and articulately making impressions on others. And try to fool others. Big mouth and shallow ideas and thinking. A fleeting moment of cheap speech and loss of credibility for lifetime. One time, I was seriously thinking over this, to make a speech which left you wandering over the statement, an incomplete statement, to think what they are trying to say. Mind puzzling. Ooooo. Also, James bond or Sherlock Holmes wouldn’t find out what they meant by these, those, you know. My conclusion was blank. I never understood the reason for doing so.
Well, enjoy monsoon and delicious mango also. Have a great holiday.
