Semester of Love

{In close association with Snehil’s blog – Love Aaj Kal. Read it from here.}

Part I

Semester of Love

“Love is an illusion that one girl is different from other.” Nirup quoted.

“Ohh..”

“Yeah… the irony is we don’t know it and that’s where all the problems start.” I don’t know why Nirup came in my room and started this ‘anti-estrogenic’ psychology suddenly. He was in final year, 4 years senior to me, quite intelligent and damn handsome. But as far as I knew, he had no girlfriend. This was quite a mystery for me. His charming face, awesome physique and cutie looks have already been recognized by many girls. In fact, girls of my year too have a crush on him. Even I have a crush on him. He could have easily got a real pretty girl as a GF if only he hadn’t this ‘All girls are same’ mindset.

“Why are you talking like this?” I asked. I didn’t know if I was really curious or I was just defending the ‘Estrogen Community’ for no reason.

“I am in a problem Geed… a big problem.”

“Problem? Ragging case or swine flu?” I asked. These two are the only areas of concern in IITD these days.

“Hell no yaar… It’s Nishita Shah.” He replied.

“Nishita Shah???” I repeated with a question mark in my tone.

“Yeah, Nishita Shah.”

“Would you mind elaborating?” I remarked. He didn’t seem to listen.

“She had this very long hair reaching almost her waistline.” He started.

“Is this the problem?” I interrupted and laughed.

“Ohh..shut up. Don’t spoil the mood. Ok…So she was cute, fair and delicate like an angel. Doesn’t need to mention, like every teenage boy of my colony, I too fell in love with her. Her home was on the other sector at a distance to mine. I didn’t get to see her much during my childhood except the rare occasions when she used to come to the grocery store in front of my house. But as I grew older, I began to hear about her from boys all around. I too, with some of my friends, used to make rounds of her house on my cycle.” He paused and smiled as if the snapshots of the past have been appeared in front of his eyes.

“Nirup… err…would you mind skipping the unnecessary details.” I suggested.

“Ohkk… so then an amazing thing happened. She changed her school in 11th and now her new bus stop was just the opposite side of the road to mine. Her bus used to come 15 minutes earlier than mine. Somehow I managed the problem by waking up early and reaching the stop 20 minutes before so that I could get to see her. It, although, appeared quite weird & soon her friends and as well as mine started talking things. I didn’t care. Her hazel eyes, slender yet so graceful figure, and the folded chotis made me ignore everything. A year passed like this but I never talked to her. So one day, I finally decided to cross the road.” He stopped to check if I’m still listening.

“Please continue…” I signaled yes.

“So, I crossed the road and reached to her. After collecting a lot of strength, I said ‘Hi’. She didn’t reply nor respond. I was too nervous to say anything else. Her friends were giggling at a distance and her face was just blank revealing nothing. A little later her bus came and she left. After this embarrassing incident, I stopped going to the bus-stop before time.”

“Then?” I asked.

“Then what… after a few months, JEE came. Since that bus-stop day, except for the rare occasions, I didn’t see her. I didn’t really care too. I’d my studies, my career. But sometimes I would sit down in my room with my hands on my head and realize that I was missing something in my life. It was her. The infatuation hovered on my mind until the JEE results came. The world came to my feet & I decided to forget her. I didn’t expect that I was gonna see her again.”

“Story of my life”, I interrupted.

“Hey… Am I boring you?” He asked.

“I’d rather not answer that.” I murmured.

“So when did you see her again?” I asked to appear interested.

“In my train to Delhi.”, He continued, “I don’t know why life acts so weird sometimes, because when I was leaving for Delhi in train, she was in the same compartment with her father, though a few seats away.”

“Then…?? What did you do? Did you talk to her?” I really got interested now. It takes time to realize that every love story is cute.

“Well actually I was literally shocked to see her. I stared her for a while, she too looked at me a few times. I wasn’t sure she remembered me. It happens usually with pretty girls. The train was a bit crowded. Meanwhile, I took my mobile & went to the only charging spot near the doors. I didn’t realize the God was still onto me. A little later, she too came & stood near me. I was stunned. Firstly, I thought she’d come here to talk to me. But then I realized I was a stupid. She came to use the washroom which was occupied at the moment. I looked her a few times, she was looking too beautiful. Her long, straight hair, some of them falling elegantly on her shoulders were giving me an aesthetic pleasure of eternity. I was spellbound. Suddenly, all my feelings buried beneath deep under got surfaced out. I noticed she was looking at me. We stared at each other for like 2 minutes. I felt as if I should tell her everything. But I couldn’t. Those were the 2 minutes of my life I would never forget…. NEVER!” He sighed.

“Then..?”

“Then the door of the washroom opened up and she went inside.” He said nervously. I laughed. He looked at me for a while and winked.

“So, what happened next?” I asked still laughing.

“Well… not much. Since it had been quite a night, so they switched off the lights. I was still sitting awake on my seat, looking at  her. I couldn’t see her properly, but I am damn confident that she too didn’t sleep that night. A few hours later, as the train reached Agra, she left and was gone.”

“Ohhh…”

“I too came here, in IIT Delhi. Life changed drastically. New place, new people, new system and then assignments, minors, majors…. girls, parties, lan gaming, movies, night outs!! It took me no time to forget her. I got so busy with my life to really think and care about her. And it’s been successfully about 4 years doing that.” He smiled.

“Hmmm… that was a nice story. I guess this is how life works. Some people come, make you feel good, affects your life and then they leave. But we shouldn’t feel nervous about it. Rather we should be thankful that it’s because of them we get to experience some of the most beautiful days of our lives.” I started giving my boring funde to him. This time too, he wasn’t listening.

“Hey…. wait…”, I yelled as I realized something, “What’s the BIG PROBLEM then?”

He stopped smiling, looked at me and said:

“I saw her in my AML130 class today.”

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{… Rest continued in Part II. Read it from here.}

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PS — Wrote it for you dear.

PS — Disclaimer: Work of a pure fiction.

PS — Hmm… so if you haven’t seen the new Apple IMac computers in the library, your life isn’t worth living.

PS — I swear !!

PS — Is Friends better than HIMYM? I seriously doubt that.

PS — Song of the Day - Aaj Din Chadeya from Love Aaj Kal.

PS — Yes guys you’re right, just like you I too have a crush on Giselle Monteiro.

PS — Let’s end up it with Bissi’s dialogue:

PS — Mere paas IIT hai, naam hai, shohrat hai, achi naukri milegi, tumhare paas kya hai?

PS — Mere paas peene ka paani hai!!

PS — (In loving memory of the ample amount of water we once used to have in IITD.)

PS — Bye.

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