Ayangla Longkumer
(Dear readers make sure that it is not read by the Class of 2006, PCC).
Although I like all the pastel colours pink is not my favorite colour, although I like tear jerk movies crying is not my hobby, although I love flowers I am allergic to roses, although I have thousands of clothes I am the first woman in the world who hates shopping. If you question me, “Hi! Miss Although. Tell us exactly what you like?” .Then, I will surely reply “I like, umm number one flipping the albums of my colleges days and scribbling down my mind”, and so this is how my writing starts. Some say “friends are friends forever” but I wonder how long this saying is going to last in our life. On the last week of our examination we exchanged telephone number only to never ring back. In the years to come we are going to loss many of our friends either due to unpredictable death or due to our inability to cross the street.
Life is not always fair and none of us needs an explanation on that all we have to do is accept it as it is. In this world for survival I think and I guess we need to be smart and smart as I know is three in kind, book smart, street smart and stupid smart so even if I or you have red lining in our cumulative record or have back papers to carry it does not really matter after all we were born street smart so for sure we will find a way for survival, but please take it more as an encouragement and less as a compliment , I have given you the moral calcium so don’t forget to contact one another and never let the theory of book smart hinder our way. Now, let me be a bit selfish the following lines are exclusively about me.Yaar, since this is my diary I can share everything and everything includes my deepest fears too, what I fear is December 12; 2012, the day of our class reunion.
Seriously, I don’t want to come to the reunion just to show my laughter line turning into a wrinkle or with dozens of kids in my hand…come on I am a dreamer I want to attend the after-six-years gathering with black Gucci stilettos on my feet, with red Versace gown to suit my vital statistics (by the way I chose red colour because it is the most radiating of all the colours and can easily attract attention) aah! I know the temperature of the room will be automatically raised but that’s very generous on my part after all it will be winter. On the top of all these I want my raven colored hair to be treated my the L’Oreal chemicals so that whenever it dance to the rhythm of the winter breeze the beat of every man’s heart will be faster than the average count making them regret for not choosing me during the college days, it will be like a harmless revenge for making me hold my pen more tighter and higher while other girls were holding the roses in their hand during Valentine’s Day.
But for all these I need money and to get the money I need a good job which pay me healthily but there is so much of educated unemployment that I fear I will land up in a wrong profession but why should I worry I am street smart like you people and moreover naukri.com hai na. I know what I am writing will not make sense to you but that’s ok and fine that is how we use words in writing a dairy, complicated and somewhat rubbish for the readers but highly bombastic and extremely mind blowing for the writer, if you feel funny, if your smile has curved into a short lived laughter than please hand me the bucks that I deserve after all I am learning to earn a living. Next time with more rational words I will fill the pale pages of my diary but for today I will end up for I have written more than what was necessary.
