“Palak…!! Palak…!!”
She after realising someone had called her looked towards me: “Yes???”
“If I am not wrong, you are representing Narayana House in the Group Song??”, I asked trying to sound sober.
“Yes.” She smiled and spoke again, “And you also are going to sing with me. Isn’t it?? I saw you during the auditions.”
“Yeh, if you call it auditions.” I sighed. She laughed.
She looks soooooooooooooo cute while she speaks.
If you ask me, Palak was a cheerful girl (at least while talking). Still, I was finding difficulty in talking to her. We talked hardly for 2-3 minutes, but these were enough to make my day.
While I was day-dreaming about me and Palak, holding each other’s hands and singing a romantic song of some crap bollywood movie, I gradually noticed something wet at the backside of my pants. Before, I could apprehend anything, I heard Sandeep, laughing at me, with a water-bottle in his hands.
“You moron…!!!”, I shouted, “At least not in the winters yaar..”
Pouring water on each other’s pants used to be our most-popular nonsense activity, but only in summers. Why the fuck he’s doing it in winters???
“Ohk…”, I sighed, grasped my bottle in my hands and started to spill water over Sandeep.
Isha after hearing the noise, lifted her head out of her ’slam book’ with an expression as if Einstein was disturbed from his work. After realising that she’s the class-monitor, she stood up and started shouting. I think, shouting was her hobby. Anyways, who cares..!!
So lets return to the scene. The ‘Water War’ between me and Sandeep was on the extreme for we had already emptied our bottles and still were asking others for their’s. I got an idea that Sandeep has gone mad. I don’t know how it came to me, but I ran towards Isha to ask her to help me. And as you have guessed, it was a wrong decision, at least for Sandeep.
Sandeep while striving to wet me, accidently shot a full shower of water on Isha. Crap !! Crap!! Crap!!!
Instantaneouly, after Isha screamed, everything became still. I noticed Sandeep had made 40% of her school-dress totally wet. Although, she was looking real sexy in her wet dress, but certainly this was not the time for such issues.
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Sandeep ran out of the class after the incident to the boys toilet and didn’t return till lunch.
While, I was enjoying the situation and desperately waiting for some real show. For the first time in the last few days, a trouble had not occured to me, instead it just by-passed me. I was in the ’safe zone’ for sure. It was Sandeep who started this, and it was Sandeep too who threw water at Isha. I was just a victim. Wow…….it’ll be a real fun to see what Isha will do of Sandeep.
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SONG REHEARSALS: DAY 1
I was still a bit wet on my pants when I reached the common hall where the rehearsals of Naryana House were scheduled. You know, when your pants are wet, your mind stops working. At least in my case, it was true.
I noticed some 6 girls including the group leader, ‘Shraddha Didi’ were already present. Shraddha Didi was two years senior to me. But this is not the main thing to mention. She was a ‘fatso’. Infact a big one. In the whole school, I haven’t seen a girl or boy more overweighed than her. But still, I don’t know how, she managed to sing exceptionally well and was responsible for bagging soo many medals and trophies for our house and school.
The rest of the 5 girls were including Seema and Priya. I am especially taking their names because they were the so-called hottest girls of the whole 10th class. What more, Palak was also out there. Abruptly, I started to feel that I am the luckiest boy of this world. But the God had some other ideas.
“Excuse Me Di..”, I said.
“Ohh, you have come. You didn’t get the message.” she asked.
“No…which message? Something related to our song…isn’t it?” I exclaimed. I was very excited about the idea of singing with as much as 5 ‘hot’ girls.
“Umm…well…no…I tell you. First you sit.”, she replied softly. Whenever someone uses such tone, it surely means – something is damn surely WRONGGGG!!!!
“See boy…ac..”
“I am Himanshu.”, I interrupted her.
“Ohkk sryy..See Himanshu, actually, this group was supposed to contain 4 boys and 4 girls. But since boys of our house took no interest in it, I have decided to make it a complete ‘girl’s event’.” She said sounding as if she was feeling sorry for me.
I remained silent.
“Since you are the only boy left…”, she said, but I again interrupted her:
“Nooo….there’s one more boy, you had selected two of us yesterday.” I was surely sounding like a small child who was deprived of his chocolate.
“He quit.”
“what??” I got surprised. What a fuck..!!! So, it was clear by now, that I am fired out of this competition.
It was a real insult in the front of all the girls out there. And what to say more, I was again rejected.
REJECTED…..It was nothing new for me. I was used to get ‘rejected’. But it hurts everytime. Really…!
I was good for only tabletennis. And that too with Naina.
FUCK !! FUCK !! FUCK !!
I decided to return. While on my way to the door, I saw Sandeep. He came towards me as he saw me. He was still smiling shamelessly after causing a huge blunder. He told me that he has been selected for representing Vashishtha House.
I felt a sudden burst of jealousy inside my chest. I decided that I am not going to lose it so easily. So for the first time in my school life, I decided to use all my so called ‘earned’ prestige, reputation and sources to change the situation.
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I reached the Narayana House incharge, Pooja Maam (who was my science teacher also and I was good in science) and appealed her to make me the part of the group.
“But one boy with 6 girls…!! It’ll look awkward betaa..”, she said.
“Maaam Please……Please let me do this. Its my wish since childhood to sing on the stage.” I mimicried.
After a full 10 minutes of debating, she agreed.
“Ohk Ohk….you are a bright boy. And therefore, I am doing this for you.”, she said finally getting irritated by me.
Hurrrayyyyy…….!!!!!
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GURUS of PEACE
This was the name of our song, originally composed by A R Rehman and sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Anyways, Shraddha Didi agreed to involve me.
“Welcome back..!!”, Palak came to me and forwarded to shake hands with me.
{rest continued in Chapter 10}
PS — Bhopal is 44 degrees hot. I wish girls of Bhopal were a reason for it.
PS — I am in love with Avril Lavigne.
PS — My favourite IPL team Mumbai Indians thrashed Rajasthan Royals. Hurray…party for you(if u ask).
PS — Someone help me with this linear programming.
PS — For Parth: Pls return soon from Delhi. Except you, no one listens to my craps.
PS — Sorry to mention it again, but I am seriously in love with Avril.
PS — Recently read a very funny article on The Great Khali.
PS — You can also read it from here.
PS — One last thing to say before I sleep.
PS — Sweet Dreams.
