Early morning when you decide to take a walk, after ages
that is, with earphones on , listening to coldplay, in a happy mood set for a
happy walk, what can spoil your perfect little morning??
Let me give you a clue. Running and sweating, a group of young girls, in tights, having
all the attention in the world.
Hands down!They were quite an attractive lot at
5.30 yesterday morning. My insecure self couldn’t help but notice their body
behavior that was in sync with their good body shape. Hep, classy and sexy. There were four of them.
All four short in height , but boy did they have to worry about that! They had
a figure I could kill for!
I immediately lowered the
volume of my phone, when they walked passed me. It was surprising how envious and intrigued I had become in just a matter of
a few minutes! phew! Anyway, I heard them mention something about the school. So it
wasn’t really hard to guess that they were school teens, up for a morning walk
at 5.30.
Since when did that started happening??!! I used to be all
over my bed with arms hanging out and my mouth open until my mum kicked me out
of the bed just 10 minutes before the school bus was supposed to arrive. I kept
scadoodadling on the jogging track comparing my old kid self to the new hot
teens of today..
On my next round, I overheard them, again! and just like
that , every time they passed by, I could very clearly hear the discussion they
were having.
So the second round was about a guy named, ASHISH.. “He asked me
to but I haven’t really tried it before, m fucking nervous. I think I am just
gona go ahead with a little chiggy wiggy” said one of the hot shots, to which
the other replied, “Honey, whatever u do, don't give him a fuck, that asshole doesn’t
deserve your – if u know what I mean.” That statement was followed by a roar of
laughter. My heart skipped a beat. Were these school kids really having the
fuck talk?? and why the hell was I surprised? Had I grown old to be thinking
this way??
It was time for me to ignore the talk and concentrate on
the walk. But timing is a bitch! Instead my brain went into a frenzy thinking
about what the guy ashish and the girl in pink tights were planning to do. Was
Ashish Her boyfriend? A classmate her age , or a senior guy, or just a friend??
While I was brain
wracking on this, I simultaneously completed that round asap and spotted the hot kiddy bunch relaxing over a bench . Pretending of being tired of that one round of the park, I went up to the bench that
was placed next to them.. just a minute had passed when the ashish's girl in pink tights came up
to me n asked for my water bottle. I was intrigued to know more about the school
gen of today. So I kicked off the conversation by complementing on her pink
tights, which I came to know, were
gifted to her by a "Friend" on a day
when she was really depressed and low about something..
Bloody Hell I have never got anything but a slap and swear words from my friends to wake me up from a depressed/ low sleep.. up until then I had never hated my friends, as
much as I did that morning. Pink tights thanked me for my generosity, returned my water bottle and
went back to her honey bunch.
It was hard to listen everything that they were talking about, sole reason : their giggling & roaring laughter.
But i did not give up. What came next was Nothing less than an electric
shock. The girls were discussing about the dope night they attended a night before..
“ I was there just to get him out of my mind, but when I took that thing, I
just couldn’t think of anything but him!! That’s so ironical” and the dope girl
in black tights started crying. !
Crying!! at 5.30 in the morning! in tights !with her girl gang! crying!!
It was hard to believe how healthy my morning walk was
turning out to be. As one of them cried, and the other kept on worrying about
her sexual fears, and the other two nodded their heads to everything they said,
I realized how the meaning of love, sex , friendship or just a morning walk,
had changed for the school kids, over all these years.. As much as I
appreciated their tights and wished for the very same sexy figure, I took one more round and left thinking,
These girls were actually fighting a battle between "What they feel and what
they know."
Everyone fights that battle , everyday! Hell the battle gets
worse with time.
Alone in my bed at night I kept thinking about the dizzy
eyed young beauties..The hard faces set in smoke, the smell that lingered on
their clothes. Their hearts were broken, which they were trying to
overcome in their own way..
Hangovers, crying, drinking, the fuck talk.. Has
the meaning of living life to the fullest changed for the kids these days?? I
still am not able to figure out whether these girls were mad, or desperate, to grow
up and experience the high life at such a young age? Whatever the case, I wish
they stay mad as long as possible because once you are not mad anymore, it
hurts.
It hurts like hell and once it hurts that bad, you, can’t
make yourself mad anymore..
The learning part still goes on though..
I am loading songs like dhak dhak karne laga and channey ke khet me in my phone, for my next morning walk (whenever that happens). Preparing myself, for the next time I see the sexy bitches, or if i am lucky, any hunks, Madhuri would certainly keep me tuned .. I dare not lower her volume! Cuz the lady, revives, "MY" school days!! :)
