Few days past i had seen a new feature buzz in gmail, there webpages entry was required in profile. I just put my blog address in that. I saw my last post appearing on that....so i am apprehensive that this might too surface there. Though blogger n buzz both r public forums bt writin on buzz means making people read u forcefully coz they automatically make u follower....
Okkk lets dump the feelings now, enough apology..yep from last few days since i returned 4m lko i ws feeling something was missing, bt i couldn't make it out. Just few hrs ago i ws getting ready 2 clear the area underneath my bed. Everybody was cheerful abt that coz it has jst bcum a mysterious place. Anything could b found in that debris...bt the first thing i found ws my diary and also it ws the last thing as i stopped there. Enough catch 4 a single day :-) . Slowly i realized it ws my diary which was a missing thing. Actually lot many things happened in lko this time which i needed to share. These were nt very conspicuous yet moving . I mean if i take a person and ask him to listen to me..he won't endure more than 4 a min coz those things would mean nothing to him. This visit to lko took me to the time when i ws 11 or 12. I met those friends this time with whom i played cricket in may, june with sun overhead and swirls of dust always around. I just can't think how we were able to do that. We just knew minimum and sufficient condition 4 cricket was a ball and a bat. This time seeing that park rather place coz a house has now been constructed there, it felt really sad. As if i lost someone very close. U shouldn't laugh yaar, sometimes u try to recollect the things by ur own and sometimes u are dragged to the lanes of memories by some incident. Later is very prounounced coz its involuntary. Haan yaar...wo park 2 taraf se gharo se aur baki 2 taraf se sadako se ghira tha. It had narrow drains too at its two sides towards road. I still remember if our ball used to go in those drains, we wouldn't blink a second b4 we took it out and throw it towards runner side to save a run. It ws as easy as takin out ball 4m pocket. Ofcourse cricket ball. Also just crossing the there was a small tea shop...say it gumti...gazab yaar saali puri film chalne lgi...u might b thinking road was interference 4 us bt actually bhai it ws just lyk extension to our park, coz dat road ws b/w two colonies and wasnt busy those days. We used to put a fielder jst infront of gumati. Ek bhut budhi si aunty thi us gumati me. I jst remember jab unke husband ki death hui thi(must hav been at 75-80). They used to live in a small house below a peepal tree..also they had a well in their house...shit how many balls that well engulfed. Haan to jab he died we were whispering yaar galat hua, phir koi puchta hai ab to gumati hat jaaegi naa yaar....
Par wo nahi hati, shayad logo k liye cricket se bhi zyada zaruri ko cheeze hoti hai...par hame to nhi lagta tha...us time..Khair we always had a fielder there and also strict rules. Didn't matter how many bounces , even if rebounced 4m boundary u were given out if ur ball touched dat gumati. And the punishment of fielder ws to go near to that gumati to take d ball and hear some soothing words...and if it directly bounced in her gumati hittin some packets of bread n all...then obvious remedy ws to run in opposite direction as fast as u can. I was searching that gumati too. Didn't found, i ws askin abt that lady too. Didn't got the information...saali gumati hat gai, hum bhi hat gae...
Just adjacent to dat park ws a mysterious house..saala murge wala ghar...murga tha ya murgi pta to nahi chala par tha khatarnak. At that time it was a modest house, bt giving a haunted look as there used to live a lady or few other i don't remember clearly yaar. Par kahani ye thi ki jahan hamari ball jaati thi wahan ek murga pala hua tha. Murgi rahi hogi coz she had a plant in 'gamla' jiski har tehni k end me egg ka shell latka rehta tha..saala 16 saal tak to yhi sochta rha ki kaun se ped se ande nikalte hain..yep that murga ,bhai what to tell it was terrorist bastard. We also had a house just opposite to batting end which had a dog...snow...par yaar murge k saamne wo anda tha bhodi. I remember once when i was sitting on the wall of murge wala ghar with my one leg hanging inside that house that murga just jumped and almost clutched to my feet. I survived with few bruises lolzz no really bhai u should hav seen that murga. Saala aawaz nikalte hue daudate hue aata tha jaise gaaliyan dete hue aa rha ho. There were many interesting characters in our group. I am not going into that. Bt this time meeting those people just dragged me off my feet to a known forgotten world...this tym i was seeing everything in lko with reference to that time...it all looked a new world.we had our fav place bada talab where there were small plants..kehte the ye paudhe bade ho jaaenge to bhut maza aaegi...hahaha kya pta the ped k saath hum bhi bade ho jaaenge..5000charcan't write more 4 mob
