There was a guy who had by God’s grace reached a level.He had landed up a good job, he was earning ,he had all the excitements in life except for the fact that something divine was missing from his life. The guy had never witnessed this divinity before he came in contact with a girl who had this spark.The girl was as sweet as honey,spoke like a melody,sang like a nightangle,and danced like a queen.She had flare in her eyes,charm on her cheeks and smile on her lips.She was honest,intelligent,vivacious and one of the rare species alive in the crowd where many girls are now believed to be portrayal of fakeness ,manipulation, selfishness and betray. She was the white tigress in the jungle of the beauty. Why i say white tigress is the fact that these people come into existence once in a generation.

The guy started falling for her. He became addicted to her voice,her talks,her giggle and started missing her. He did not realize this initially but as time flew he felt the urge to say the three words to her. The guy used to hint her about his fascination for her but she never took it seriously and she used to laugh off the fascination thing. The guy decides one day to tell her about his love for her. He preapares himself both mentaly,physicaly and literary(with collection of romantic lines and quotes open).

Now the story starts :

The Guy : Hey wssup ??

White Tigress : M good. Hw r u ??

The Guy : M incomplete without you.

White Tigress: lols

(lols : I must tell you what lols is. LOL is actually short form of Laugh out Loud.This is an expression these days which people(rather tweeple) use often to laugh because they have got only 140 characters to express themselves.And if you want to laugh more ,then as per english grammar you can add “s” at the end to make it more(plural).

The Guy : Hmm..So how was your day ??

( The guy understands that she is not interested in such talks. He goes to normal mode )

White Tigress: As usual

The Guy : (scratching his head) hhmm….wt else ??

(He is not getting any way out.She has laughed out one of his feelings.)

White Tigress: Nthng much.

……

……….

…………..She says nothing much and and then she tells a long story about something which is clearly not what was expected by the guy.He listens to it patiently enough with mild responses in between the story.The guy wants to talk about their relationship and love and he is being patiently told a story about something else which has no relevance to his mood. One of the things which happens in love.

The Guy : Ok thats gud….( even if it is not )

White Tigress:Ya.U knw its always fun here. How was your day ??

(gosh!!! finally she asks )

The Guy : Well I feel lonely these days.Apart from to and fro movement from office to home,I have nothing to do. I feel bored.I think i am missing something.

White Tigress: Ohh!! Thats sad , you should try something which interests you like reading novels , literature , games and do something creative enough and utilize your time…..etc etc.

The Guy : [sad smiley] I dont feel like. I feel like m missing someone special in life. [dejected smiley]

White Tigress: Hmmm (no reply for atleast 2 mins)

The Guy : wondering what happened …..U there ??

White Tigress : lols.Cant help you then.Find someone at your workplace or may be ask ur mom to get u married.

The Guy : ( this girl is so sassy….) There is no one at my workplace.All the potential loves are either married or taken already. [sad smiley]

White Tigress : hhmm…What kinda girl you want ??

The Guy : (here is the time to spit it out) I want someone like you. I really like you . The way you are ,your attitude and especially your spirit toward life.All these are very inspiring. You inspire me.

White Tigress : Lols.

Thank you for the fullon praise.

But are you sure what you are saying. ??

M not as good as u think. You only mentioned the good ones.

The Guy : ( Thinking…..) Whatever be or not, I like you the way you are. [ happy smile]

White Tigress : Ohh…. and how come i inspire you ?? Someone telling this for the first time in my life. ??

The Guy : ( awww !!what to say…caught in your own line…tough being a writer…sometimes it becomes difficult to explain own line if the person on the other side is smart enough ) I feel you are so optimistic towards life , you want to enjoy every aspect positively. I remember you said “Life is all about living with strength”. These are not general things you know.At your age these are extinct qualities.You are phenomenal. ( yessss…..what a reply ….great work….guy thinking…)

White Tigress : OMG ( this is short form of O my God )

Thats so chweeet of you.

Ty ty. ( thank you thank you ) [happy smiley ]

( If the girl says you sweet and smiles at you, never think she loves you…probably you need some more proofs untill you believe the misconception. This line has ruined life of so many guys )

The Guy : (giggling…) Hmm…i just said what i felt.

White Tigress : Fullon compliments….seems someone is really liking me ??

The Guy : Yups !!! He does and he means it !! I dont know whats the scene on other side ?? [:)]

(the guy is waiting anxiously for the reply hands folded………)

White Tigress is typing………

(The network has played the trick,it has betrayed the guy. He waits ,waits waits …..)

My bags are packed and i am ready to go to Delhi. My train is at 8 pm, still two hours to go. Whatever i cud fit in my bag, i have packed it all. Mom is busy preparing food for me which i will have it in the train. Meanwhile i was checking whether i am carrying all the essential documents or not. I don’t know y but i was sad somehow. I should have been happy because i have got what i wanted to but it was not true in case. I was going away from my home for the first time and it was not going to be easy in any case.

“Arjun , come and have dinner “ mom screamed.

“yep!!! Mom m coming….” i replied.

I sat on the table waiting for the dinner to arrive. Suddenly dad arrives. He ogles at my luggage as there was a bomb inside and i was a terrorist. He asks mom for the time of the train and then rings up the railway enquiry system to check whether the train is at right time or not. He informs that the train is at scheduled time and i should hurry up. Mom had made my favourite aloo paratha. I loved it. It was my favourite dish but today i was in no mood to eat it. I could see my mom’s eyes were filled with loving tears for her son and everyone in this world could have sensed it easily. Seeing it i felt like crying but somehow stopped myself. She asked me several checklist questions with those tear-filled eyes and it was nearly becoming impossible to answer those questions. I managed to nod my head as Indians do to answer checklists. People in India really speak a lot with their heads.They say yes and no with the same style of nodding of the head.  Finally i succumbed to her emotions and could not control myself. I got up, went to wash room and broke down there. There was no other option left i think. I went to wash room because i never wanted my mom to see my crying. I am a strong boy MOM…!!!!!

“ Arjun !! take the curd ….” mom said.

“ i will get cold mom….no i will not have it. You know i am allergic to curd. “ i replied.

“ Ohho !! Atleast taste it. Its good to have curd while you are going out for a journey. It is good luck… “ mom said angrily.

I just had a spoon of curd. I checked my wallet for the ticket as dad was insisting whether you have got the tickets or not.

“ Beta !!! take this also. It is Tuesday and it is considered good for journey on Tuesday…” mom said.

It was a small slice of ginger. According to traditional Hindu culture, eating ginger on Tuesday while you are going out is considered good luck. I just asked myself what was that curd for then. I thought the curd was universal for every day and the ginger specifically for Tuesday. Somehow i managed to eat a tiny slice of ginger. Dad went to bring a cab and asked me to wrap up all the things fast. I was all set but not ready to go though. I had been brought up normally with all the feasible wishes accomplished but i was a little worried about going out of my home. At home it was awesome, everything you would get on time, whether its great Indian spicy dinner or heavily ironed clothes, tea, coffee etc etc. I just thought whether it all would be available when i am outta here.I was on a mission though and that was what inspiring me from within. So many thoughts were chipping in from all possible directions in my mind. Many of them were negative though.

Dad had come with the cab waiting outside for me to take me away from this heaven of love and care called home. Dad asked mom to give me some bucks as they are very important in this world. Mom opened the good old godrej almirah and gave me a bundle of 100 rupee notes. The godrej guys do make great almirahs(a cupboard made of iron), they remain intact for years and years and all of india stores their cash in them. .Mom asked me to keep the money inside the bag and gave a lot of other unwanted instructions too. Those were quite common instructions which you listen and forget like don’t talk to strangers, don’t take anything to eat from them , call home as soon as you reach and bla bla bla…!!!

“ You are getting late…!!! “ shouted dad.

“ Take this 1000 Rs and have juice daily…” mom gave me the money from her savings and asked me to keep it aside because it was her money.

“Coming dad..!!” i said and picked my bag.

Dad took the bag from me and went outside to keep the bag in the cab. I was only left with my bag-pack on my shoulder. Mom asked to pray to the almighty and took me nearby puja room where there were so many powerful almighties. I could see snap of every one. She had insured that she had not missed anyone there.  I said hii to all of them and then was about to leave. I bowed to touch down my mom’s feet. Mom wished me all the best and and then accompanied me to the cab where dad was waiting for me with all set. I bowed down there too to touch dad’s feet this time. Dad dint say anything.  .Finally i sat in the cab and slowly the cab was moving away from my home sweet home.

I just rang up my Sis down there in delhi that i was coming by Lovelife express and would reach there by twelve next day. My sister used to live in delhi. She was elder to me and was married .Mom had already conveyed her my wishes of delhi and she was very happy to receive me there. Suddenly the cab stopped at red light. There was huge rush of traffic. But what i could see was the place looked very familiar to me .I had a smirky face at that time. It was the locality where bela lived. Her house was just few metres away from the red light. I just said a virtual bye to her too.

Finally the cab had reached the station. I got down fast from it and went to the enquiry counter to see which platform i had to go to. I got to know that my train leaves from platform seven. I got a bit exited as it was my lucky number. Things had started to be brighter seemed. Everyone at the station was so busy and it was crowded like hell. I was slowly moving on the foot-over-bridge and it was a difficult task as i had to cross seven overbridges. Just like having seven(saat) feras is good and auspicious and one gets life partner after doing the rounds, it felt as if i would also get something, someone after the seven crossings. Positive thinking helps you certainly, at least in this case i managed to cross the bridges easily.

I took a cup of coffee and sat at the desk on the platform waiting for the train and also looking around to find some pretty ones nearby. Pretty gals do are good timepass at the station atleast. You can just play hide and seek with your eyes with them and certainly they make you feel good. Well thanks to my good luck i dint find any nearby. I heard the automated sweet enquiry voice conveying that my train was about to enter platform number seven. I got up just like everybody around me did. I checked my ticket to get the coach and birth number. Again it was S-7. And Again i was happy. 

As the train came the place became a complete nuisance with people shouting in different languages to come here and go there. Though i was comparatively relaxed but still to be honest i was anxious too. After so much hustling with the crowd, i also managed to reach the door of my coach. I wanted to check my name on the reservation list which was stuck on the side of the door. But actually what i wanted to check was not my name but people around me in the train. [;)] i first checked the sex and age column to see f 20, or f 22 somewhere on the list…!!! To my disappointment i found only two entries relevant. One was f20 upto delhi and another was f21 also upto delhi. I checked the names too. And i will not mention here.

“hey boy!! Get inside fast…don’t waste time there at the list…your name is there….” an uncle in 40s said to me while i was completely lost in checking the names.

“ yeah !!! sure uncle..!!! “ i said and got up the train.

Well that uncle surely dint knew my intentions of looking at the list. Checking reservation chart when your ticket is confirmed is such a stupid thing. But he felt i was ignorant. He would have been really surprised knowing what i was looking at.

I entered the coach struggling with my heavy bag and asking people to get aside. Somehow i was at my berth. And as always in indian railway u will rarely find your berth unoccupied. I asked the people sitting over there to make room for me. Finally i was allowed to seat on my own berth after requests. Its so ironic. Now after settling my luggage , my first job was to look at those two f20 and f22. But they were at quite far distance from me. And i had to take risk to go their side by leaving my things near my berth. I took the risk and beauty does deserve some risk. I just passed by to have a look and i only managed to see one of them. I was more concerned about my bag down there and came back in hurry dropping the idea of going again. The train was really travelling fast and making a lot of noise. I was sitting thinking and thinking and thinking about my future……….

“Tea…coffeee…. Tea…coffeee…. Tea…coffeee….” vendors shouting.

Listening to the vendors’ loud appeal for tea and coffee, suddenly i wake up and look at my cell to see the time. It was 5 o’clock in the morning. I always used to see time in my cell. It acted both as cell and watch for me. I hated wearing wrist watches as i had this undeclared ambition that my first watch would be a rollex. I asked one of the vendor as to where the train was at that time. It was in UP(the state of famous mayawati).Delhi was far away and so it was better for me to sleep again. I slept again.

I wake up. The train has stopped. Almost everyone had got off the train and only few were around. Slumdog millionaire type kids were busy collecting used water bottles to resell them. I got to know that that the train will reach Delhi in 10 minutes from one of the kids. I reassembled my bags to get off the train. My sis had asked me to ring her up when i would be about to reach the station. I just called her up. She gave me directions as to how to reach to her and be careful as it was Delhi “the capital of India”. India is really great, people advise you to be careful because you are in national capital.If national capital is so safe, then what about the rest of the country.

The train had stopped and the cute lady on the announcement speakers was greeting all of us. I got down the train and could see a large placard on which it was written in bold welcome to delhi. I was moving out of the station slowly.Suddenly at the exit i saw a ticket collector who was so beautiful.She was wearing the black coat and had a bodyguard too with her.She was asking every one to show the tickets.She was a girl may be in 20s. I just thought like throwing my ticket away and surrendering to her.But later dropped the idea Finally i was at my destination and i was happy.

I went to the prepaid booth for an auto-rickshaw. Autos are really a blessing in disguise for mango people in delhi. Finally i got one and was on my way to sis home. She lived in rohini in new delhi. After so many questioning of people around for the address of her house i reached her home. She was happy like hell.  She asked to change fast and have lunch. I had lunch and then i was asleep.

I woke up when it was almost dawn. Then i had that outstanding session of passing news from that side to her side with my sis. She did grilled me up for all sorts of news from the home. We had tea together and then she took me out to see how delhi life was. She would explain every bit and corner of how things go on there. She used to live in a very congested society with houses adjacent and adjacent from every side you would imagine. And shops there were also pretty different from what everywhere has. Shops were really versatile, one can just imagine this from the fact that even the general store was selling Chinese junk food seeing the demand and to make profit. Everyone had different accent there and as they say it was their stylish delhiwala accent which i was finding a bit hard to get. After getting some daily stuffs from the shops around we came back home. I just forgot to acknowledge that i had a sweet nephew too and his name was harsh. He was so sweet that the whole society knew him. During all this he was in the house of my sis next door neighbour and that aunty really loved him. We went to get him and there my sis introduced me to her and her two young daughters. Both were in delhi university and they seemed quite congenial at first instance.  May be they were Punjabi and that helped them being cheerful and loving all the time. One of them was elder to me and the other one was nearly of my age. Both of them advised me to go for IIT again and not D.U as D.U ruins you. After giving so many introductions, finally we came back.

( next day morning….!!!! )

My first day in delhi was quite boring. I had to make it interesting somehow.So i decided i would go to delhi university campus and would fill up forms there and do my research on how to move ahead. So i asked my sis as to where it was and how i would reach there. Whatever information i would ask my di she would pass the question to her next door neighbour’s dughters and then they would come running to me and would give their free advice. But ya they were really helpful and infact the younger one even suggested di to let me go with her as she knew all about d.u because she was in first year and she had some work over there too. My sis first hesitated as she thought they might lure her beloved bright-futured brother. But she dint had any choice as it was best for me to go with them. So she took the risk of her brother getting married for free. That was too early though.

Finally me and poonam were on way to north campus of delhi university. She told me the whole plan how we will be going there. She was good by heart and was very helpful. I was impressed. U were right di…!!!

“We will walk few metres and then vl catch the metro..k ?? “ she asked me.

“ yeah !! sure “ i could only manage these words to speak. I was really feeling shy with her. She was looking quite stylish wearing jeans and with goggles and plus her swagger….awesome!!! I was being so formal as i was a bit nervous. I had never walked out with a gal so stylish and that too alone. I would look at her from side to have a glance of her and i made sure that she is not watching. Meanwhile we were about to reach the metro station.

“Are you not comfortable with me……i m like your friend..!! “ she asked me.

“ No no….itz alrite” i said to her. ( Cmon i need words. And i dont know why people really lack them at important situations… i said to me )

“ Ohh!! then why are you so silent ?? “pat came another question.

“ I am a bit shy and…” she interrupted.

“Cmon U are going to be in college now. Be cool and be bold…otherwise people here will really embarrass you..” she said.

“well i can adjust pretty easily “ i said confidently.

“Doesn’t seem so….whatever forget it but atleast be friendly to me…..u seem like stranger ” she said laughingly.

O gosh!!! how could i explain this to her that i have never walked with such a girl in my life till then and how nervous i was. But it was better for me to open up rather than get distracted.

We got the coins from the counter and boarded the train to vishvavidyalay station. It took near about 15 minutes to reach there and when i came out of the station with her, i was totally amazed to see the place. The place , the people around, the ambience , everything seemed rocking to me. I could see all colleges’ name on the direction board. I was walking with poonam and interrogating her with so many questions. Now i was more confident and at ease with her. She took me to the dean student welfare office where i got the form for application, filled it up quickly and then submitted it.

“ Lets have something cold…its so hot !! “ she said.

“ Yeah !! sure !! delhi is really hot “ i replied.

( Another reason of delhi being hot is the number of hot girls around there…bad joke hahahaha.)

We both went to CCD and had ice tea there. CCD i must tell is the short form of cafe coffee day which is a very happening place in youngster’s life. The number of your visits to this outlet defines the level of your success as youngster.  More you are seen there means you are damn cool as they say. 

We chatted a bit at CCD and then decided to go back home. Beating the scorching heat we both managed to get back to the metro station. Delhi metro is the best thing i think which has happened to delhites. Its so clean and well maintained plus the ac. And also the crowd which gets in is good too. Finally we were home.

Even poonam was gone, i was cherishing the moments spent with her. Her smile, the way she carried her, her voice……  I don’t know why but my heart always gets out of control and it is really the style which catches me up. Am i in love again ?? not again Arjun…. its too soon . I just want to know “How is it that something as big as the earth can spin in perfect harmony on its axis, while something as small as my heart, can go wildly out of control……..?? How can this be when they are both in God’s control? This really pins me down. “

(to be continued……..)

I just hope u liked it. Plz comment even if u dint…..!!!!!

Part III – “ OH Sh**!! Not Again…!!!! “ coming soon.

Keep on reading. Have a nice day.

Niket

PART  I :

Arjun is sitting alone in his room  pretty  lost in his thoughts. Suddenly the old red telephone at his house makes a loud appeal Trin trin trin….!!! He wishes “ O god!!! Plz itz not mine.” I dnt know y u wish something not to happen and u tell god not to make it happen and  it happens soon.

Arjun…arjun…….mom screams….there is a call for u beta!!!!!!! Momz r always cute na…they call u so sweetly. Now again while going to pick up d phone……m wishing “O god !!!! plz let it be not from Aryan “ .I pick the phone up and den the voice from other side “ hey arjun !!!! itz Aryan……!!!!! “  ( and again if u dnt learn from  your mistakes u r bound to suffer in life…..i mistakenly had again prayed to god….and it had to happen…….it was Aryan on the other side……)

“Dude !!! IIT result is out……tell me your roll no…??? “ said Aryan.

I did listen what he said.but still i asked “what what ??“

“IIT JEE result is out…….” ur roll no.” Aryan insisted.

I looked around myself and could see mom was not far away. So i thought itz better not to tense mom about  that. I said ” where r u Aryan ?? “ m coming…..!!!!

I hung up the phone and headed for our adda behind the playground where i had asked Aryan to meet me. I had told mom that m going out for some work with  Aryan. Mom is d best person to whom u can lie easily and not get caught up.

Y the f*** they give results so early yaar….this was the only thought going through my mind. Anyways somehow i reached my so called adda. It was cool place to hang out with friends. And the best part about that adda was u could see so many young heartthrobs of our society without getting noticed. I had spent more time there than my study table. And this is quite obvious because u can notice so many things at first glance when u see a girl, u can spot her ear-rings, nail polish and so many details(not to be mentioned here ) …..but sometimes you read a whole page of your study book and you hardly understand a line. And this is life at its best…!!:J

Somehow i finally reached my adda.I could not see Aryan anywhere around.I was so excited about the results as chances were that  i might have cleared.I was getting so tensed that i literally started cursing Aryan for being late.But better late than never, finally i could see Aryan coming my way.

“Arjun , results are out and the cafe guy has increased the charge for seeing the results too. He is charging 20 RS for every result whether u get through or not. Plus there is so much  crowd there.”

Have you seen yours?? “i said”

“Nopes!!! M yet to see mine too.” Aryan replied

“have u brought your roll number or the admit card ??”he asked me.

“there is no need for that yaar , i remember it…it is 140447.” You rarely forget something very important for u in life. You never forget your girlfriends cell number even when you have deleted it after break up. isn’t it?? “

Aryan n me then rushed to the cyber cafe . We could see so many guys battling hard to give the cafe guy their roll numbers. i could hardly see any girl there. May be gals know their level and consider the option of saving RS 700 better than sitting for JEE and not clearing it. Then again they can buy some kewl girlish stuffs with that much money. I may be  wrong in judging their calibre. May be they have sent their brothers to check the result.(who knows??) ) Whatever somehow i get lost sometimes somewhere. And this was not the moment to be lost.

I had a lil bit jaan pehchaan with the cafe guy. I was the regular customer there.So he knew me.I had wasted dad’s money and precious time there for writing mails to bela which she always replied lately and even when she did so, i could hardly get 10 lines of her in place of mine’s 100 lines. It was so mean na but it happens.This u have to face and realize when u r in love and u love the girl more than she does to you. Morever in between i had to come and check whether reply came or not and that added to my visits to the cafe.

Anyways  me and Aryan were able to show our faces to the cafe guy after so much of struggle with the struggling aspiring engineers. He quickly recognised me and asked for roll number.

“140447 “  I said.

“140 578” Aryan said.

He asked us to wait  until he checked and called for by roll numbers. We came out of the crowd and sat on the floor outside the cafe. Every second seemed like hours.My mind was totally clouded by thoughts and that were not of JEE but  of bela. I could see bela infront of me and congratulating me for my selection,giving me a hug and then promising to marry me after 4 yrs when i graduate from india’s best technological college. And then there was another replica of bela side by side who was saying “ if u could not get through, just go to hell.i m no more yours.” Damn you sassy girl. I said to my self.  Every minute seemed like hours . My mind was completely full of useless thoughts. Suddenly i heard a loud scream “ARJUN……140447 “.It was the cafe guy.

“what happened ??” i said.

It read “sorry”. He said.

I was blank. I could not think for a while. It seemed my life is over.But then i asked to him…”r u sure ??”

Next is what…..he handed me the printout.i could see my name and roll no.  written on that  and the much unwanted “sorry “ written in bold.

“Give me 20 rs. …for this” he said.

Y cant businessman understand emotions.?? How can you ask a guy money wen he has just come to know that he has flunked and flunked big time. And moreover i was the regular customer.huh!!!!

“we will give it together bhaiya…….” Aryan interfered.

I had even forgotten that Aryan was with me.his result was also to be out there. i just tried to recollect myself anyhow and turned to Aryan.

“i cud nt do it yaar…..”i said with tears rollin outta my eyes.

“don’t  worry dude…there is always a next time.” He said convincingly.

“Bela wont be mine……i vl lose her……O god……!!!  “ i said.

“u wil find sm1 else more  worthful. Life doesn’t end here. And she dint deserve you.” Aryan said to me.

(y cant friends advise you on the right time specially when the matter is related to a gal. Friends always prefer not expressing their opinion about the girl you love. They r highly diplomatic in this case. Before today Aryan had never ever said bela was not worthful. damn you too Aryan.)

“140578….aryan”…….screamed the cafe guy again.

Aryan rushed there leaving me where i was sittin on the stairs just outside the cafe.he came back in a flash smiling and said “ i too dint make it “.

Both of us had flunked in one of the biggest exam of the nation.But there was a difference between us. I had tears in my eyes and he had smile on his eyes. Moreover i had lost my love and he had not. We decided to go to our adda where we can share our grief as it was mutual.

“ what will i tell bela……?? i m helpless.Everything i wanted seems distant dream now. She will never mail me.” I said to Aryan.

“ well forget bela!! What will you tell ur mother ?? “ came the reply.

“My mom understands me well. She will be disappointed but i will not lose her but bela is gone out of my life.” I said.

“O  gosh!!! U are too much obsessed with bela. She is your just friends types and she never loved you. She just played this IIt game so that afterwards if you fail, she can easily ignore you. Girls are very smart and play with people like you.”

“But i love her and i really do and i mean it…..!!!!!! “ i said.

Then go and bang yourself.” Aryan replied angrily.

Lets go home……itz getting late. “he said.

What will i do at home ?? But where else can i go ?? i said depressingly.

We went to our respective homes. Mom saw me coming and she could easily see my sad face which revealed i had flunked.

“where were you beta ??” she said.

I dnt know from where did i get the confidence but somehow i replied

“ mom!! IIT result is out. I could not get through. “

For a moment she was stunned but then she said “ There is always a next time”

I heard this sentence twice.First it was Aryan and now its mom.I just wished if bela could say the same line.I went to my room and cried a lot silently on what i had done. I deserved this as i had not been serious. I wrote more on gmail than on my notebook. BULLSHIT!!!! And now i was realizing what an error i had commited. But one thing i had realized love is dangerous. Don’t play with it. I dint knew what to do, where to go….i was clueless till suddenly i decided i should mail my love that she is no more mine. And she never was. I got up my bed and went to the cafe. I don’t know why but i started hating the cafe. It seemed to haunt me. Anyways but i had to mail. I began typing…………

Hii   gorgeous

I am pleased to inform you that i have flunked in your LITMUS test .I could not get through the entrance exam. And as per you i am not eligible to love you. Before you dump me ,I take this opportunity to thank you for realizing me that you were not meant for me.So do me a favour and email my heart. I did love you but that feeling is no more in me. You might be tempted to think that i am writing this in frustration or depression but i must tell you that i am depressed but not for losing you but for my failure. And i will be someday there where your IIt engineers may not reach .You have taught me a lesson. Thanks for that. This is the final BREAK UP mail. May god bless you. Lub u always.

ARJUN

P.S : wish you get ur dream IITIAN….

I clicked on the send tab. It felt as if i had done something proud. Certainly writing a break up mail is not a thing to be proud of. Many do it with tears in eyes. But i was happy and happy for myself. It did help get me outta the IIT thing. I paid the cafe guy and went off straight to home.

Mom had prepared rajma  chawal. Just ate a lil bit and then went off to sleep. I was not the same arjun.I was someone else. My mind was preoccupied with so many thoughts. Reached my room switched off the lights and laid on the bed. Tried to sleep but it was not easy.

“radhe radhe radhe radhe……… “ That hard Anup jalota’s voice was enough to wake me up next day. My mom always plays that in the morning and makes sure Mr.Jalota is heard far and across. Rubbing my eyes i was getting out of my room till i heard “ what does he want to do now ??” dad asking my mom. I stopped my legs just to listen to their conversation.

“Yesterday his result was out and today only you have started shouting..ufffff!!!!!! “ mom said.

“Let your beloved son do whatever he wants to and keep wasting my hard earned money….i am not saying anything.”  Profounded dad.

“your beloved son did score 85% in 12^th board and on that day you were very happy,you should encourage him.IIT is not the only thing. May be if he tries again, he can succeed.” Replied mom angrily.

The best solution to end this discussion was to make my presence before them. As my parents never ever asked or even advised me to do this and do that. They always believed in me and my abilities but this time i had led them down. “I will make you proud one day. Dont worry mom-dad”  I promised to myself and then went into the drawing room where the discussion was going on. I realised a pin drop silence there. I went to the wash room to do away with my waste.

Sitting on the sofa in a corner with the remote in my hand,i was trying hard to recollect myself. My mind was so much pre-occupied. Dad had left for office leaving the newspaper open. “Is IIT the only big thing in this world….?? certainly in  india….!!!!!!” This is what came outta mah mind seeing the coaching institutes’s  Big advertisements on the front page. So many had got thru and i was not amongst them. This was haunting like hell. I really want to get over this and quickly as possible…..

“slow down the volume and have your break fast Arjun…” mom screamed.

“Yup!!! “ I replied and straight away headed for the breakfast. Whatever my mood be,i cant resist eating.

Its hard to pass time when you have nothing to do and when you are on your low. I had managed somehow to do so and was at my adda waiting for Aryan to come. Everything was same….Kids struggling to become dhoni and yuvraj,kewl chics with the latest trends,traditionally cultured girls walking behind their mother, few people striving hard to loose flabs,oldies trying to be Baba Ramdev ,dust and ice-cream wala….altogether the whole NAZARA was same, except for one thing i was not the same . I used to be happy and today i was not. I was lost somewhere in my own world.

“Hey sorry !! was caught in some work..” Aryan interrupted my thoughts.

“So wssup ???” he quizzed again.

“ Aryan….everything is Down…nothing is up!!!!! “

“hmm…!!!! move on yaar….You can do anything good,you are talented.” Consolidated  Aryan.

“I am planning to go to Dilli…..!!! i cant remain here.This place sucks now.I want to get over it.I want to forget bela,IIt,al dis…..” profounded me.

“Great  idea!!!!! Awesome… Delhi is great place and you will find a hot one there. So many Punjabi gals are there.” Aryan said excitingly.

“Cmon Aryan !!!! i don’t want to go for girls.I want to do graduation from D.U”

“D.U??!!?? “ quizzed  Aryan. He had such low GK.

“Delhi University…Dont u know ?? Its one of the best universities in India.Its from where so many personalities have studied from.Just hope i get admission there.”

“Ok!! You have got good marks, u will get it easily..” replied Aryan.

“Nah!!!!! Its not that easy.I want to land up in north campus where the best colleges are. And there is so much rush for admissions there. India has got so much talent…dont you know and everyone wants to be in best college.”

“ohho!!!! Whatever be!!! But  what about your parents.” Said Aryan.

“ pata nhi yaar…..!! i have not even asked them, you are the first one to know about my plan. They will have to allow me.I cant live here…”

“Lets hope so!!!But i will miss you Arjun…” sadly said Aryan.

“Oyeee!!!!!! Thats gay….a guy missing guy…….get away from me…!” i laughingly teased Aryan because he looked sentiiii.”

Umm..uhh!! Its not yet final Aryan..dont get sad for me….i am not your girlfriend. And i will come back in vacations. We will have masti then……!!:)

“Ok!! Ok!! Dont give lectures now. First convince your parents. Do it fast otherwise admissions will be over there.” Said Aryan.

“That is the biggest task .I don’t know how they will react when they will listen that their would-be Engineer beta is going for ordinary graduation which only illiterates do as per them. Morever they might ask me to do it from here only.But i have to ..have to..have to….. “ i said in high voice.

“Ahem!!!!! Ahem!!!!! “ replied Aryan.

“Was that a wish or sarcasm Aryan…??”

“ hahahaha!!!!!! Chal its getting late now…tell me what happens today @ your home…?? “ Aryan stopped the long discussion.

“sure!!! I will let you know what happens.” I said to him and both of us left for our respective homes.

Same old story at home. Dad had come from office. His finished lunch box was lying in the corner reminding everyone of his arrival and news channels screaming loud their breaking news and dad hooked to their crap stories. Mom had gone out for buying vegetables and groceries in the nearby market. Ideally their son should go out and bring the vegetables but this son had no interest whatsoever. I had been irresponsible in this case. I sat on one side of the sofa at quite safe distance from dad. I really feared him. Since i was kinda task-less , i had nothing to do and i started following the news dad was listening to. Our Sardarji PM had announced some scheme for the poors. And some high intellects were trying to analyze the scheme. Dad gave me  a hated look which i could sense but i preferred not to have eye contact with him.I wanted mom  to come back home and then let my plans loose out. Watching news is sometimes interesting too, u get to see movie trailers in the break. Good job news people…!! atleast u provide entertainment in the break otherwise it would have been difficult for someone like me to keep staring at the screen.

Doorbell rings…!!!

I got up to open the door. It was mom and finally my wait was over. I carried the heavy bag to the kitchen and then came to my old position of struggle with the news channels. Mom straight away headed for making tea for both of us. I was busy planning how to execute and when to start my mission dilli. Mom came back with two cups of tea. I felt like i should start my mission right then but later seeing dad’s red face stopped myself. I wanted to talk about that when my dad will be in good mood. I had this habbit of contemplating things and presuming many things and human behaviour was one of them. So i thought wait for the moment to arrive. But the perfect idea to me was tell mom first and then ask her to convey to dad when all three of us will be there.

Dad went for the shower. I got the opportunity to speak up with mom. I told her about delhi university and my future plans of doing mba/mca after graduating from one of the best college in india. Mom was astonished after listening to me.She had infact no words. She only nodded her head and convinced me to talk about that to dad.

Dad had come and i hinted to mom to talk about that. Mom first hesitated but later on for the sake of her beloved son decided to take the risk.She told dad the words which were a copy paste stuff of mine. Dad listened silently and then came the biggest surprise.He said “ I can only give money,it depends on your son what he wants to do with his life,let him go.

It felt awesome . Finally i will be goin to “Dilwalo ki dilli “. My life was about to change. And i was ready to gooooo……….

( To be continued…….)

COMING SOON PART-II (DELHI KALLING>>>>>)…….

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