Valentine Day is drawing near.Never actually knew what a Rose day was until greeted by a boy. I never had the privilege of falling in love. The narrated events are not at all fictitious and resemblance to any character I met in my life would be purely intentional.
Class Nine:Location Agartala: "Love is always certain, its the life that is ambiguous"
In India C stands for Cricket. Some match in some school was always remembered for the antics and the heroics of of a person-atleast who remembers it the most.. A catch already dropped and the score is daunting to say the least.. the team is in torments and the score is Herculean..A new entrant to the school steps up and plays one of the most unbelievable knock in his memory.. Well it might seem so absurd as to why a amateur writer is telling such a story, but everything my dear happens for a reason and you dont require a Danny Boyle to make a Slumdog Millionaire to say "May be its Destiny"..Arguably the most beautiful girl comes upto him says"well played"... candid isnt it.. no "man of the match" or what a knock cannot describe the pleasure of someone being applauded personally by his school crush...I met him a few days ago and its still engraved in his memory like a freshly minted coin... and perhaps will never fade....Whats the fate of the story.Its been 8 long years that he has seen the girl and may be he has forgotten her face too...
Class Twelve: Location Silchar: "Love Comes all in a sudden and disappears faster too"
Everybody in the world is running a rat race.. Some fighting it as a downtrodden hero...seeking some oxygen beneath the clumsy array of results and some as a trailblazer leaving others to follow his foolish footsteps...AIEEE counseling rather "selling" which brain would be sold to which NIT for the next four years.. and then to some MNC at a very nominal price.. Everyone standing in the queue is wondering about placements...as to what value he would be auctioned at a very near future.. A girl passed by and asked as to what he has filled in as choices..Like a downtrodden hero and no regrets meant he replied candidly "Silchar and rest follows".. she smiled back and said cmmon u dont look dumb that u have only silchar left as ur option.. He said "Lets see placements are good atleast for the branch I filled in"..She left with a smile never to be seen again in a bus stop in Pune...both brains auctioned at almost the same price... and both happy with their achievements in college....The meet in Pune left the dumber one bewildered as he saw her hunk boyfriend escorting her...
College 2nd semester: Location Silchar:"Love is a balance sheet, depends on what you spend and what you get in return"
Valentine day is far away.. Silchar sheds the blanket of warmth and welcomes you with a freezing winter...No bath for 3 consecutive days and water being scarce a major reason.. He wonders as to how his life has changed... Room all smoky with a glass of ice chilled whiskey.. Enters his roommate with his typical annoying but loved voice.. asks him can he share the light... He too is drunk as always and he blatantly says "Pyaar us chidiya ka naam hai.. jo udne se jyaada phadphadati hai" ... both of them laugh.. and sip the lees of the glass...He has a 2 rupee munch which he saved from the last nights birthday bash,....He pleads "please give it to some girl X.. and says ur my best frnd.. never let this secret disclose.." The next morning class he says.. job accomplished... and she accepted that... Till date the secret is shared between two of the friends.. One resides in a idiotic world other still in his world of utopia...
Class Tenth : Location Delhi AIIMS : "Whether you get love is immaterial.. The love that you give is all that matters"..
Ward no 6, Isolation, Time 2.30 PM.. The delhi sun scorches down...The always busy AIIMS looks as if it is some banquet hall deserted to him...The event was set long before the boy has seen "A walk to remember"... She gasps her few final breaths... She is a patient of Mylegenous Leukemia... a very rare form of blood cancer.. He laughs and says ur too young to die... she says yeah i know that "but this bloody pepsi claimed my life"... He jsut rubs her hand with his family member crying beside all waiting for that ultimate moment when she passes by ... She says "Why do u come from such a long distance... I dont love you at all and look at you.. you ugly looking fat guy.." he says"just to see you is all that matters"... she blinks her eyes and says "I hardly know you"..He stands beside her and cries torrentially... She passes away just to leave a faint memory of what has been a journey of just knowing each other and knowing as if you love her for ever... Beside her body the boy stands bewildered as he would never know their brief but a meet of a lifetime would fetch a destiny..and the wait will be eternal and highly frustrating...
At this juncture when everybody stands at crossroads of seeing a beautiful future and discovering their cherished moments of love... I wonder... "Love is just so common and love storys are hardly different"... Night will sleep and a new day will awake... just to make me realize any resemblance to this story is merely a work of fiction...
Class Nine:Location Agartala: "Love is always certain, its the life that is ambiguous"
In India C stands for Cricket. Some match in some school was always remembered for the antics and the heroics of of a person-atleast who remembers it the most.. A catch already dropped and the score is daunting to say the least.. the team is in torments and the score is Herculean..A new entrant to the school steps up and plays one of the most unbelievable knock in his memory.. Well it might seem so absurd as to why a amateur writer is telling such a story, but everything my dear happens for a reason and you dont require a Danny Boyle to make a Slumdog Millionaire to say "May be its Destiny"..Arguably the most beautiful girl comes upto him says"well played"... candid isnt it.. no "man of the match" or what a knock cannot describe the pleasure of someone being applauded personally by his school crush...I met him a few days ago and its still engraved in his memory like a freshly minted coin... and perhaps will never fade....Whats the fate of the story.Its been 8 long years that he has seen the girl and may be he has forgotten her face too...
Class Twelve: Location Silchar: "Love Comes all in a sudden and disappears faster too"
Everybody in the world is running a rat race.. Some fighting it as a downtrodden hero...seeking some oxygen beneath the clumsy array of results and some as a trailblazer leaving others to follow his foolish footsteps...AIEEE counseling rather "selling" which brain would be sold to which NIT for the next four years.. and then to some MNC at a very nominal price.. Everyone standing in the queue is wondering about placements...as to what value he would be auctioned at a very near future.. A girl passed by and asked as to what he has filled in as choices..Like a downtrodden hero and no regrets meant he replied candidly "Silchar and rest follows".. she smiled back and said cmmon u dont look dumb that u have only silchar left as ur option.. He said "Lets see placements are good atleast for the branch I filled in"..She left with a smile never to be seen again in a bus stop in Pune...both brains auctioned at almost the same price... and both happy with their achievements in college....The meet in Pune left the dumber one bewildered as he saw her hunk boyfriend escorting her...
College 2nd semester: Location Silchar:"Love is a balance sheet, depends on what you spend and what you get in return"
Valentine day is far away.. Silchar sheds the blanket of warmth and welcomes you with a freezing winter...No bath for 3 consecutive days and water being scarce a major reason.. He wonders as to how his life has changed... Room all smoky with a glass of ice chilled whiskey.. Enters his roommate with his typical annoying but loved voice.. asks him can he share the light... He too is drunk as always and he blatantly says "Pyaar us chidiya ka naam hai.. jo udne se jyaada phadphadati hai" ... both of them laugh.. and sip the lees of the glass...He has a 2 rupee munch which he saved from the last nights birthday bash,....He pleads "please give it to some girl X.. and says ur my best frnd.. never let this secret disclose.." The next morning class he says.. job accomplished... and she accepted that... Till date the secret is shared between two of the friends.. One resides in a idiotic world other still in his world of utopia...
Class Tenth : Location Delhi AIIMS : "Whether you get love is immaterial.. The love that you give is all that matters"..
Ward no 6, Isolation, Time 2.30 PM.. The delhi sun scorches down...The always busy AIIMS looks as if it is some banquet hall deserted to him...The event was set long before the boy has seen "A walk to remember"... She gasps her few final breaths... She is a patient of Mylegenous Leukemia... a very rare form of blood cancer.. He laughs and says ur too young to die... she says yeah i know that "but this bloody pepsi claimed my life"... He jsut rubs her hand with his family member crying beside all waiting for that ultimate moment when she passes by ... She says "Why do u come from such a long distance... I dont love you at all and look at you.. you ugly looking fat guy.." he says"just to see you is all that matters"... she blinks her eyes and says "I hardly know you"..He stands beside her and cries torrentially... She passes away just to leave a faint memory of what has been a journey of just knowing each other and knowing as if you love her for ever... Beside her body the boy stands bewildered as he would never know their brief but a meet of a lifetime would fetch a destiny..and the wait will be eternal and highly frustrating...
At this juncture when everybody stands at crossroads of seeing a beautiful future and discovering their cherished moments of love... I wonder... "Love is just so common and love storys are hardly different"... Night will sleep and a new day will awake... just to make me realize any resemblance to this story is merely a work of fiction...
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