How can I not write about it? It's been years but this incident brings me smiles even today. However as I am writing this now, it makes me a bit sad too because the person in question has gone home literally. She has left this wordly home and gone for ever, to her celestial home.
Well, 'Send her Home' is a phrase one of our teachers PD coined and we used to laugh uncontrollably when we talked about it. It use to so happen that after we finished school each day, we would spend 10-15 minutes at every turn when we said bye to a friend. Our school used to be at walking distance from our homes and we would stop at the turn of each by-lane. Now, PD's cousin lived in the house just next to my friend's and he would visit her often. And he would notice each evening that we had endless stories and so one day as we waited at the turn and continued with our gossip, he said 'Send her home'. And our friend had started blushing since we started teasing her saying that he wants you to be at her home and not gossiping on streets. Now I know I am not able to bring the humor nor can I justify what was so funny in it but even today the scene comes flashing before my eyes with all the clarity and preciseness. We talked about this at our homes, when we met, in our school and wherever we met.
Thinking about this today makes me wonder about human life, to think that she is no more and then we had shared such happy times. I don't even know where PD is and probably he would not remember us as well.
Talking about PD and my friend, I also remember that he had once asked my friend to take his copy and give it to his cousin. That copy or diary was usually referred by him as the 'red book' and it was used to jot down the defaulter's names, people who didn't behave in class well. We could be potential defaulters in his case and even though my overall track record was very good somehow I never took him seriously. So, me and another friend accompanied her just to deliver that diary as though she was not capable of doing it alone. And on the way, we opened it from the polythene bag tied with a rubber band, ensuring we didn't break the band and then checked the 'red book' to see if there was indeed any defaulter's list. And all the while we made several variation of potential 'Send her Home' stories. There was none to our relief but 'Send her home' laughing syndrome remained with us for a long long time!
Well, 'Send her Home' is a phrase one of our teachers PD coined and we used to laugh uncontrollably when we talked about it. It use to so happen that after we finished school each day, we would spend 10-15 minutes at every turn when we said bye to a friend. Our school used to be at walking distance from our homes and we would stop at the turn of each by-lane. Now, PD's cousin lived in the house just next to my friend's and he would visit her often. And he would notice each evening that we had endless stories and so one day as we waited at the turn and continued with our gossip, he said 'Send her home'. And our friend had started blushing since we started teasing her saying that he wants you to be at her home and not gossiping on streets. Now I know I am not able to bring the humor nor can I justify what was so funny in it but even today the scene comes flashing before my eyes with all the clarity and preciseness. We talked about this at our homes, when we met, in our school and wherever we met.
Thinking about this today makes me wonder about human life, to think that she is no more and then we had shared such happy times. I don't even know where PD is and probably he would not remember us as well.
Talking about PD and my friend, I also remember that he had once asked my friend to take his copy and give it to his cousin. That copy or diary was usually referred by him as the 'red book' and it was used to jot down the defaulter's names, people who didn't behave in class well. We could be potential defaulters in his case and even though my overall track record was very good somehow I never took him seriously. So, me and another friend accompanied her just to deliver that diary as though she was not capable of doing it alone. And on the way, we opened it from the polythene bag tied with a rubber band, ensuring we didn't break the band and then checked the 'red book' to see if there was indeed any defaulter's list. And all the while we made several variation of potential 'Send her Home' stories. There was none to our relief but 'Send her home' laughing syndrome remained with us for a long long time!
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