#jdtalk

J.D knew he shouldn’t be here; truthfully, he didn’t even know why he was here. He doubted they were going to let him in. But even so, he found himself standing at their door, completely drunk, knocking way too loud considering it was the middle of the night. He knew the smarter idea was to just go home, but he couldn’t help it. This was the one person he’d ever actually given a shit about, but like everything else, he’d managed to fuck it up. The only problem was that this time, he couldn’t stop caring about the fact that he’d fucked it up. When the door finally opened, his eyes bloodshot eyes met theirs and despite the fact that seeing them made his heart ache, he couldn’t help the little smile that quirked his lips up. “Hey,” he said. “I uh...I was in the neighborhood, figured I’d drop by.” His eyes trailed over the t-shirt they were wearing, almost positive it had belonged to him at some point. “You look good.” he said in a low voice, taking a step closer and hoping his charm could win them over just one last time.

J.D had just finished yet another funnel when he looked up in saw her in some sort of chugging war with a friend of hers. He had no idea she’d even planned to be here tonight, though that was probably due to the fact that when he’d asked her what her Friday night plans were, she’d replied with something to the effect of “Nothing that concerns you, Casanova.” So really, it was her fault that they were going to bump into each other. Because oh, they were so about to bump into each other. J.D grabbed his beer off the table and headed across the living room towards the girls, though his eyes remained on her. “Well, well, well, look who just couldn’t stay away. Seeing me at the library’s just not enough, so you just had to track me down elsewhere, huh?” 

He wasn’t a knight in shining armor by any means, but that didn’t mean he was just going to sit there and watch a girl get manhandled by a guy twice her size. With a sigh, J.D stood, setting his beer down at the bar before he walked over to the couple. “So I know this shit’s none of my business, but if you don’t take your hands off her, I’m probably gonna break your wrists. Plural.” 

“No way. You can’t be pregnant.” he said as if it were just that simple. But she couldn’t, he was in no way ready to be somebody’s dad. Of course, he wasn’t known for being the most careful as far as protection went but hey, pulling out had always worked for him before. He lit a cigarette, because if there was ever a time to be sucking on a cancer stick, now was it. Nevermind that whole ‘you shouldn’t smoke around pregnant chicks’ thing. “I mean- it definitely can’t be mine.”

“Shit,” J.D muttered bitterly when he saw the unfortunately familiar woman walk into the bar. She was the last person he wanted to see. He turned to the girl perched on the stool next to him and the plan formed before he really even had time to think it through. “Hey,” he said with a little jerk of his chin as he reached down to grip the edge of her stool, yanking the entire thing closer to himself. “Pretend to be my girl for the next ten minutes and I’ll buy your drinks all night."

So yeah, she was probably a little too young for him. And yeah, her parents probably had totally valid reasons for forbidding her from seeing him. And yeah, maybe it would be a better idea to avoid her altogether. But she practically fucking worshipped him. J.D couldn’t help it if having a hot little thing following him around and hanging off his every word was such an ego stroke. Nor could he help it that she was such a hot little thing. It was basic biology, really. Yeah, biology was the reason he found himself climbing up a garden trellis and crawling to her bedroom window at one in the morning. Sliding her window up, J.D noted how it was almost too easy to break into the teenage girl’s bedroom, but he knew he would have gotten in whether it was locked or not - practice did make perfect after all. He silently crept over to her bed, where she slept soundly all sprawled out on her back; and no, he definitely didn’t miss the way her tiny tank top stretched over her perky little nipples. J.D sat down on the edge of her bed before he leaned forward, dramatically clamping his hand over her mouth. When she awoke with a start, it took her a moment to focus on him, but he shot her a smirk the moment she registered who she was looking at. “Miss me?”

शिक्षा जीवन का एक ऐसा मूल मंत्र है जिसके द्वारा हम कोई भी बड़े से बड़ा कार्य बहुत आसानी से कर सकते हैं और अपने जीवन के लक्ष्य को आसानी से पा सकते हैं । Hindi Muhavare के द्वारा हम अपनी बात तर्क के माध्यम से रख सकते हैं| प्रेरणा लेने के लिए हमें तत्पर तैयार रहना चाहिए और एक दूसरे से जीवन भर सीखते रहना चाहिए ताकि आने वाले समय में हम दूसरे लोगों के लिए आदर्श व्यक्ति बन सके ।

Muhavare in Hindi with meaning न केवल परीक्षा की दृष्टि से महत्वपूर्ण होते हैं बल्कि मुहावरे के माध्यम से हम वाद विवाद, तर्क, प्रशंसा, आलोचना, सीखने और सिखाने का काम अच्छे तरीके से कर सकते हैं । मुहावरों का सार्थक अर्थ होता है, जिन्हें हम अपने रोजमर्रा के जीवन में उपयोग करते रहते हैं । यह सब हमें स्कूल शिक्षा के दौरान ही सिखा दिए जाते हैं ।

अंधे की लाठी (एक मात्र सहारा) : रामू अपनी विधवा माँ की अंधे की लाठी है।

अक्ल चरने जाना (बुद्धि न होना) : उसके सोचने व करने में कहीं कोई समानता नहीं। लगता है उसकी अक्ल घास चरने गई है।

अक्ल पर पत्थर पड़ना (मूर्खता का काम करना) : मैंने तुम्हें क्या लाने को कहा और तुम क्या ले आये हो? कहीं तुम्हारी अक्ल पर पत्थर तो नहीं पड़ गये।

अगर मगर करना (टाल-मटोल करना) : जब भी मैं तुमसे कोई काम करने को कहता हूँ तो तुम अगर-मगर करने लगते हो।

अच्छे दिन आना (भाग्य खुलना): अब तो रामू के भी अच्छे दिन आ गये हैं, उसकी लाटरी जो खुल गई है।

अन्न जल उठना (जीवन समाप्त होना): एक न एक दिन संसार में सभी का अन्न-जल उठ जाएगा।

अपना राग अलापना (अपनी बात पर अड़े रहना) : रमेश बड़ा जिद्दी है हमेशा अपना राग अलापता है।

अपना-सा मुँह लेकर रह जाना (लज्जित होकर चुप रहना) : मैंने उसके सामने ही भेद खोल दिया, बेचारा अपना सा मुँह लेकर रह गया।

अक्ल का पुतला (बुद्धिमान) : आजकल के विद्यार्थी अपने-आपको अक्ल का पुतला समझते हैं।

अपने पाँव पर कुल्हाड़ी मारना (अपना काम स्वयं बिगाड़ लेना) : जमींदार से लड़ाई मोल लेकर उसने अपने पांव पर कुल्हाड़ी मार ली।

“C’mon, you know you want to,” J.D murmured drunkenly in their ear. “Everybody’s wasted, nobody’ll notice if we disappear for a few minutes.” he smirked as he pulled them back against his chest. “Remember how much fun we used to have?”