So now when i have to really begin on this exclusive blog (kicking off my old loyalty relationship with blog spot) I want to touch one of my favorite On dream, On fantasy On mind and lastly On my notebooks theme which is my Japanese teacher.

Please don’t go by the old guru-shishya norms. I have a complete love at first sight, love for his back side.. love for his everything from every side for him. The sad part of “our love story” is that many other people claim to be loving my “Japanese love” (not for the language, but the one who is delivering it to us.. ).

I Absolutely am in head over heels love with him !!

The name is Shiga.. Ryo Shiga.. ! .. is inexplainable cute.. with the most tiniest desirable eyes.. and ooOOOooohhh his waist is so thin.. n that i know from the way he holds himself.. wears really loose shirts and has a really cute smile !! like the ones on the Kodak reels we used to get till our mid 90′s) ! he will make the cutessst expressions if someone in class questions him in English (his english is a leeeetttall slow ) and the times he asks the class how do we say this is my house in hindi everyone.. every single person in class goes.. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww” “Aaawww”.. n it wont stop.. IT JUST CANT ! ..

He will scratch his head like those cute monkeys and think in what way he could explain us the way to understand Japanese in the most simplest way!!

between all these fantasies about My sen say (professor in Japanese) I have to mention he is really amazing in life in general. the entire bunch of around 60 students are crazy about him including guys!. Points to flaunt are :

A) most of us come to class for him, which begins at a very lazy hour, striking at eight in the morning (mind you none of the university’s lecture begin this early).

B) on Tuesdays when our class is being taken by an Indian teacher the class strength is magically short of about 30 students (this teacher is in fact jealous of the Japanese cu tie).

He is a heartthrob !

The day he was teaching us the counting in Japanese he asked the class “guess what will be my age” (with the moss st cutest accent for English ) so the girls in the class were skipping their heart beats.. their were soft murmurs of.. “25″.. “26″28″.. N he shuffled his hair and said.. “SAN ICHI” (31).. and every one’s heart beat went numb.. i could clearly hear huffing n muffing between girls and cheers!! amongst the boys !

Well i sit on the front desk ( I bet no one in my entire clan would have sat !) and write the characters in Japanese with the utmost sincerity and dedication which might fail the meaning of these two words ! it is also because, when at times i make really wrong characters he himself comes and corrects the character in my notebook… wwwwwoooooowwww–zzzziiiii–woooooooowwwww !!!!!! ..

Sure about that he must be the third angle to anyone’s love story in my class.. the boy friends of the girls must be really jealous of him. Yet I really want to discover him in person. Really want to have a conversation .. words of striking sameness or ideas of plain joy with him. All this is my secret wish..if only he knew English Or I would have known Japanese .. If… !!

N now he has left ! . His one year teaching period has finished and he has left. Its quiet unbelievable and makes me uncomfortable to think off ! My source of waking up early morning at 6 has gone ! My source of making the entire day happy-happy has gone.. credits to that one cheerful personality making the entire atmosphere.

The last day was of mixed hopes. I was busy watching him.. and saving the memories of him for the very last time for ever.