Rainy Languor

What if you start flunking lab hours to dance in the rain; what if you forget(?) an important assignment and doze off to glory; what if you don't "feel" like studying even the night before your exam; what if you wrap a shawl around your legs like a "lungi" and dance (ahem ahem) to the foot-tappings of "masti ke pathshala"; what if you recite poetry at 4 am in the morning with a lazy guitar strum at a roadside shanty; what if you lie on a bed of pricking grass at 3 am in the night and .....just lie down; what if you booze at night at your institute rooftop and get chased by security guards only to scale a 6 feet high wall; what if you are after your friends' undies to show your fervor in "holy" festivals; what if you can dismantle a 20 feet high pyramid of about 7 tiers of table with people atop them in a matter of a few seconds and unveil the most astonishing display of lights at a single cry of RKSPLIT; what if you can smell of "poltu" and sabotage in each event you lose and of triumph,glory and fair judgment in every event you win; what if you can guzzle 12 pieces of chicken tandoori at one go; what if you can ride a bike at 120kmph; what if you can only wistfully wish that the opposite sex was a little more considerate ; what if you can climb on top of each other to break apart a pot full of curd amidst incessant showers from hose-pipes; what if you can debate hours on about the futility of a PGM's popularity over Vinod Gupta; what if can learn to "fly" on road; what if you rue your lack of fundae when you continue losing circuit design competitions by the narrowest of margins; what if you can showcase your dance talents and perp up people's lives in the finest of frenzies; what if you at times think of joining professional theatre instead of designing low noise amplifiers; what if you.......

what if...if what......

what if you alight from a train with all the trunks, the bags, the baggages, your papa the busiest man ....(his son has come to study na)....holding your parents' hands.....

what if you board that train again with all the trunks, the bags, the baggages....your parents' hair a shade greyer....you calling the coolie and all with your papa's hand on your shoulder.....

nothing....told u na....just a few musings on a rainy afternoon when I bunked lab hours to dance in the rain......