Chapter 10 : Operation X May 20, 2008

“Welcome back..!!”, Palak came and forwarded to shake hands with me.

“Yeah…thanks.”

My mind was already dumb. My confidence used to shaken up when I was in front of her.

So for the whole week, I lingered around Palak. She liked my company. I used to crack jokes (copied from santabanta.com) and she loved them. Although there were other ‘hotter’ girls too, but I didn’t want to look
like a playboy amongst 6 girls.

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THE ‘D’ DAY:

Finally after puffing our lungs for a week, the competition-day came. After analysing the rehearsals of other participating houses, we were damn sure that the trophy is ours this time.

And our turn came. I began to feel awkward as I reached the stage realising that I am the ‘odd man out’. And we sang the song.

Chanda Sooraj Lakho Taare
Hai jab tere hi ye saare
Kiss baat pe hoti hai fir takaraare.

It was a wonderful performance (with a little contribution from my side too). And as expected we won.

“Hurrayy…!!!” Seema exclaimed and leaped towards me. And that was the second time in my life a girl hugged me. I wished she were Palak. Nevertheless, Seema also felt nice.

Infact, if you’ve ever hugged a girl, you must have experienced 3 sorts of feelings:

1. The sweet smell of shampoo from her hairs which fall just above your nose.

2. The ecstatic perception developed by the caressing of her breasts.

3. The continuous staring and humming of the people around you and their comments on the event.

But who cares? All I knew that I was the luckiest boy of the whole school for a few seconds. Things were good for me now. Palak and I became very good friends. So the only thing of concern in my life was
my studies, because I had a board exam on my head.

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3 MONTHS LATER ~ 5th MARCH 2005

“How much you did?” Karun said. He had come to my house. After I left tuitions, he was the only person with whom I was in continuous contact.

It was the starting of 5 days ‘gap’ for the Mathematics Board Examination. There is something special about the gaps in exams. Except studying, students do everything in these days including asking
each-other if they have studied anything.

“Nothing much. Let me take a break dude.” I said.

“Thats what I am here for….to give you a break. What about going to Hot Dot??” Karun shrieked. Hot Dot was the only internet cafe in my colony and a popular venue. Karun and I had spent hours in it watching
pornos.

“Crap…Not at this time.” I replied totally uninterested.

“Hey dude, you didn’t get me. I need to download CBSE Sample Papers. And you know, I am dumb at computers.”

This was true. Karun was absolutely dumb in computers. I guess, computers were the only thing in which I was better than him.

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‘HOT DOT’ INCIDENT

{Sorry friends, I’ve deleted the rest b’coz I got it too personal. Sorry to all those who got hurt by this post. I apologise by deleting this portion.}

{rest continued in Chapter 11}

PS — Sorry for modifications. I’ll write the next post soon and will continue the story.

PS– Please keep reading.

Chapter 9: The ‘Water-Loo’ May 8, 2008

“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.

Chapter 8 : The Most Significant Day of my Life 1 May 3, 2008

THE SAME DAY @ EVENING:

Since, the tuition was gone, I was sitting lonely in my room trying to figure out what exactly I wanted to do. I was feeling quite sad and a bit happy too. Furthermore, I was confused also. I don’t know how such kinds of nasty feelings occur to me, but I can’t help.

• Sad because I was exiled from my tuition.

• Happy because for the whole week I’ll be gonna with Palak (for song rehearsals).

• Confused because life introduced one more girl in my ‘first love’ story.

Ohhh God…!!

And suddenly, I heard a voice:

“Yes dear”.

“Who’s it??” I horrified. I looked around and saw him.

“Hie, I am God, I just heard you calling me. So I thought to make a visit.” he said. His voice had a perfect combination of calmness and firmness. Suddenly, the atmosphere became soothing and pacified.

“Thankyou God. I really needed you. Can I ask you some questions??” I said.

He nodded.

“God, I have some problems with girls.”

“Same here. Can we change the topic???” God spoke and laughed, then gradually became serious and said, “I know dear. Thats why I am here. Ask your questions.”

I wondered if God also carries some sense of humour..! Anyways, it was not my problem. All I knew that I was mesmerized by his presence. I felt very relaxed.

“God, I am confused. I feel that I love Naina. But I feel the same for other girls too. What is it??” I asked.

“Are you sure you love Naina?” he questioned.

“Yes, I do. I always think of her. I see her in my dreams. I cry for her. She is on my mind.” I replied. It was the first time someone asked me about how I used to feel about Naina. And also, it was the first time I said to someone that I loved her.

“Ok, tell me….Why do you love her?” God asked again. It’d appeared I was giving some interview. I thought for a moment and then answered:

“I don’t know.”

“Hmmm….Let me explain this to you.” God took a deep breath and then said, “Dear, you are in your ‘first’ love. Congratulations. But your love is not for any person, but for certain characteristics.”

Certainly, whatever he said went above my head. And God knew this very well. He just smiled and waited for my reaction.

“Can you please exemplify it?” I asked.

“Sure. Tell me what you like in Naina?”

I thought for a moment and then said, “God, to be very honest, I love her hairs, I love her face with specs, I love when she talks and when she gets irritated when I tease her. I love when she wears capris and sleeveless. I just can’t explain how I feel when she bites her lips. God, you know she’s too sexy…..OOPss…!!!!”

God laughed.

“And what you like in Palak?” he asked again. He appeared very interested. I liked God.

“umm..well…God, she’s too sweet. I can’t tell you how cute she looks in school uniform, with her two folded ‘chotis’. I love when she speaks. There is an innoncence in her eyes. Her eyes become small and start shining when she laughs. I don’t know, but she’s different from other girls. Nevertheless, I like her God.”

I stopped for a while, and then said again:

“Dear God, I am very much confused, for whom should I go, and how should I decide it?”

God met his eyes with me. I felt like I am getting hypnotized.

“Time will decide it dear. Leave it all on me. I will make the things work for you.” God answered.

“Then what should I do now?” I asked again. Surely, I was not satisfied by the answer.

“Nothing except one. Take care of those whom you love, pray for them and expect nothing in return. Rest of the things I’ll handle. Trust me.” God answered. His voice was so assuring.

“God, one last question please?”

“Yeh sure.”

“I am in love, but I still do watch porn. Is it wrong?” I asked.

God stood up, folded his hands and then said:

“Dear, its not me who decides what is wrong and what is right. Its decided by the people, like you, on the earth. All I can do is to give you a suggestion, ‘Nothing is wrong if you are ready to accept responsibilties of its consequences.’”

He looked at me. He knew I understood what he said. Then he waved his hand and disappeared.

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“Beta, wake up, dinner is ready.” suddenly I heard voice of my mom. I realised I had slept on my study table. But, then what was that?? I talked to the God few moments ago. I remembered each and everything crystal clear.

Although, I didn’t get most of the things God said to me. But I understood perfectly well that he’s with me, – - everytime, everywhere. God made me understand the two most important rules of life:

1. Take care of your loved ones, pray for them, love them more and more and expect nothing in return.

2. Nothing is wrong if you are ready to accept the consequences.

I decided that I’ll always follow the same. One more important thing that I decided was to go for the dinner quickly, before mom gets on fire.

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THE NEXT DAY @ SCHOOL:

The first two periods went boring. There were still two more to go before lunch. The song rehearsals were scheduled in the second half, i.e after lunch.

Akshat and Apurv were absent today for they didn’t complete the practical records. And Sandeep was busy in completing his own. I looked around and noticed Isha doing something by bending completely on her desk. As her posture looked objectionable, I stood up to get a clear view, and found out that she was filling some ’slam book’.

While Palak, who was sitting towards my side on a parallel bench seemed idle and totally uninterested with the surroundings. I don’t know what happened to me, but for the first time ever in last 1 year, I called her name:

“Palak…!! Palak…!!”

She after realising someone had called her looked towards me: “Yes???”

{rest continued in Chapter 9}

PS–From this post onwards I’ll write PSs (better to say, try to write PS).

PS–Mom will kill me if she comes to know that I am blogging (esp. late at night).

PS–Summer sucks when your PC lies in the hottest part of your home.

PS–Saw ‘Tashan’ today. Everything except Kareena’s zero figure is rubbish.

PS–Song of the day ~ “Before the Dawn” by Evanescence.

PS–I am going to sleep. Good Night.

Chapter 5 March 30, 2008

“Hello” a voice came, I knew it was Naina.

“Hi Naina, Himanshu here.” I said cautiously.

“Hiee Himanshu, How are you? Where you have been?” she said. My experience says whenever a girl asks two or more questions at once, it means she didn’t need answers to any of them. Besides, I sensed a bit of uninterestingness in her voice.

“Hey first you tell me, is your mom nearby the phone?” I said. This was the most important question of the conversation.

“No dear, she’s in office. You called up at the right time.”

“Thank god.” I sighed, “So tell me, are you fine? … I mean, after that day.” I asked.

“Ohh!! yeh.. Although mom has become too strict these days.” she replied. Her mom was a real villain for sure.

“God, then how’ll I meet you?” I exclaimed sounding disappointed.

“Why you have to meet me Mr.?” she replied in a strict tone. I realised she was serious. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting such an answer of my question.

“Umm…well..aah…we are friends naa…. and I really enjoy your company.” I answered. This was all I managed to say because my mind stops working when I talk to my crushes.

“Listen Himanshu, yes we r friends, but the things have changed now, see…. yes I do like being with you, but…won’t it’ll be OK if we just …. you know…what I mean..??” she said.

I realised things have messon up by now. I got shocked and stucked to say anything. The game was over for me. Now the only fight was to save a little self-prestige in front of her.
Somehow I managed to end the conversation. Blaahh Blaah…..everything went wrong. She doesn’t even want to meet me. Oh God……why it happens to me everytime. Now see, since I’ve stepped in my teen-age, it never happened to me that a girl liked me … you know…in that sense.

Yes, I was an above-average and so called ‘bright’ student, but who cares!! At least girls don’t..!

As an average guy in terms of looks, I am used to these sorts of things. I mean what’s wrong in it???? Why a so-called ‘hot’ girl would waste a time with a boy like me? If I were a girl, I would have never dated me.

“FUCK………!!!” I shouted and banged table. I became numb soo I stood still for a few minutes near the phone and then decided to go for a sleep. I usually do two things when I am very upset or very happy:
Firstly, I go for sleep or secondly, I watch some emotional scenes of my favourite movie “Kal Ho Naa Ho.” There’s one more thing special about “Kal Ho Naa Ho” and that is the name of Preity Zinta in the movie is also ‘Naina’.
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AT TUITION:
I went tuition before time and was upset sitting alone in the room when I realised Rupal has arrived. Although Rupal was a nice and caring friend but she was a PTBS girl and I hated her for this reason. Now you must be wondering what does this ‘PTBS’ means! Soo PTBS stands for “Pretending To Be Sexy”. It was a codeword developed by Karun and me. PTBS is a special ’species’ of girls who are not sexy but they ‘pretend’ to appear like ’sexy’ by their dresscode, style, attitude etc. Ho

And sorry to say Rupal was one of them. She was a little more than 5′2″ tall and had an average looks. But she used to wear skirts, low-waists, sleeveless etc. in tuition as if she was trying to make us fan of her. Rupal had an attitude of a ‘queen’ and I think the main reason for this was the long queue of boys lagging behind her. She was damn popular among her school and colony boys.

Girls like Rupal classify boys into two categories: ‘Handsome’ and ‘Non-Handsome’. And their behaviour and attitude towards a boy depends on the category to which the boy belongs.
Hey…now don’t make an idea of how she used to treat me?? Even I am also confused about it.
Anyways, lets return to the point. When she entered she was already talking to someone in her cell-phone. She was wearing a skirt (made up of some velvet kind of material), which was well above her knees. She had nice legs but I didn’t care. I flinched and went outside the room. But still I could hear her cellphone conversations:

“Soo what can I do???” Rupal said in her as usual PTBS tone, “See Ruchi, I don’t care what he has done and tell this to him also.”

I guessed this was again a “Boy Case”. It happens every week to Rupal. Every now and then, some boy would propose Rupal and after being ignored would create some nuisance to drag the attention of Rupal again. I realised I’ve started to feel jealous with her. How lucky she was?? At least a million times than me..!

“Hey Himanshu…. what happened?? Why are you standing outside??” Again two questions simultaneously and this time by Rupal whose phone talk was over by now.

“Umm…just thought you are talking something personal…” I replied in a nervous tone.

“Soo what? You are my friend.”

“Ohh really..! Thanks.” I howled. A PTBS girl as a friend is better than no friend at all.

“Hey you seem a bit upset. What happened??” She asked again. See this is the thing for which I loved Rupal. She was a caring and concerned friend.

“Nothing yaar….just a bit stressed up. Thats it.!” I replied. I didn’t want to tell her about the incident and to sound like a loser.

“Really? Are you sure it has nothing to do with Naina???” She spoke again. Now see this thing about girls, they always press your wrong nerve and I still don’t know how they locate it so precisely. Soo finally I decided to tell her everything.

In the meantime Rini also entered the room and therefore I had to start the story again from the beginning. And after a few minutes Karun.

“Ohh she’s a bitch.” Rini uttered as I finished.

“Hey shut up yaar.” Rupal howled and placed her hand on her thigh. I looked at her skirt again and became more depressed.

“We must now think what should we do next..?” she said again acting as if she’s a space scientist working on some ‘alien project’ in NASA.

“Nothing.” This was Karun’s turn, “Absolutely nothing at all.”

“What??”

“Yeah, see Himanshu….”, he held my hand as if was going to propose me for some gay relationship, “Why you are wasting your time and energy on a girl who consider you unworthy of her?? I guess you should forget her yaar.”

“May be you are right.” I said. For the first time in my life, Karun’s rubbish-sayings seemed important to me.

“And one more thing”, he said again, “There exists a life beyond girl-friends which is also enjoyable.”
“Yeh, a life of boy-friends.” Rini exclaimed. Everyone laughed this time including me.

“Soo before Nitu Di comes lets quickly decide how we are going to celebrate Himanshu’sKarun said. birthday…! It has to be a real special.”

And after that everyone started to discuss it as if they were going to arrange my marriage not my birthday. Who says, I am not lucky??? I’ve got such a nice group of friends. I decided that I won’t think about Naina again in my life. Although, I was not sure I would be able to do that.
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THE ‘TOP’ TROUBLE
Unlike today, I used to sleep before 10 pm those days. But I was awake till 12 midnight on my birthday eve for a slightest possibility of someone calling and wishing me. And finally….the phone rang..
RING RING RING RING
I checked the watch and it was 5 minutes past 12. I hurried up to pick up the phone. Somewhere inside my mind I prayed to God that its Naina’s call.
“Hello” I said.

“Hello…” a voice of a male answered. All of a sudden I got disappointed and a nano-second later, I got excited that at least someone called me.

“Happy Birthday hero….” he said again.

“Ohh…..Apurv…..Thankyou yaar.”.

(……….rest continued…..in Chapter 6)

Chapter 3 November 21, 2007

I reached there and to my surprise she was already sitting there. She stood up as she saw me. Oh my god!! only males can understand why your heart starts beating fast when a sexy girl stares you. I controlled my eyes to look into her eyes only, although there were much better things to see. This time her beautiful body was inside an orange top and a blue capry. The top was so tight on her body that a perfect outline of her bra was visible to me. I must say she had sexy legs which I noticed for the first time as she wore a capry. Anyways, we sat. I adjusted myself as I was already uncomfortable.

“So, Hi!!” I said slowly surely to start the conversation while she was staring the flowers in my hand.

“Hi!! hmmm.. nice place.” she said.

“Flowers for you.” I stood up again and stretched my hand to give her the flowers, which she accepted with great pleasure.

“So wats up, anything new?” I asked and simultaneously called a waiter to give the order.

“Nothing… u tell?” she replied and adjusted her hair. I must tell you Naina had got shoulder-length beautiful hairs.

I placed the order and then paused for a moment to think how to continue the conversation. You knw, its not everyday you get a chance to sit wid a hot girl.

“So, still upset about that call?” she asked.

“Nah.. ” I said trying to sound confident although my tone completely reflected that I am not.

“But your face says you are upset.” she said. You know I never understand where these girls learn to give such nasty comments.

The next 10 minutes went boring except the moments when Naina adjusted her top . Now see this is a very complicated procedure. Firstly, she starts adjusting it from backside by pulling it downwards. Then she repeats this procedure to sidewards and then finally in the front side. And you know as soon as she removes her hand, the top goes back to its initial position. I think doing this objectionable activity has two advantages to a girl:

Firstly, it gives the expression that the girl doesn’t want to expose, its only her ‘top’s’ fault.

Secondly, it drives the attention of the boys sitting there, which means even better exposure.

“You know I lied to my mom to come here, otherwise she won’t have allowed.” She whispered cautiously.

“Really??… what did u tell her?” I asked trying to sound interested although I was not.

“I told that I am going to meet Piya.”

“But Piya’s home is very near to you, didn’t your mom asked why you are going with your scooty?”

“Nah, that’s the problem naa….. I didn’t come with my scooty. I really went to Piya’s and she gave me lift for here.”

“Ohh!! so how you are going to return back?”

“Of course with you. Don’t tell me you are not going to drop me to home.” she said. Now how should I thank God for this. You know, I’ve never got a luck to make a girl sit with me on my bike.

“Yeh…. sure.” I said in a sober tone although my heart inside was dancing.

The next half an hour we talked things of no importance. She, as usual, talked about her only: she is planning to buy a puppy; she hates the face of her bro’s gf; her mom has put several restriction on her these days etc.While, I was watching her eating the icecream. Her tongue licking her chocolate coated lips….. ummmm…. the scene was too erotic. I wished I could help her doing that. Once she noticed me and smiled. But I can’t help.

“So, lets leave.” I said finally.

“Ok.” She said and stood up. “I am waiting for you outside.” She said again.

“Wait!”, I said , “Where are you going, who will pay the bill?” I yelled.

“What? You don’t know girls never pay the bill.” She replied trying to sound proud, although she was surprised.

“Hey, I am not your boy-friend. So why should I pay your bill!! Come on lets share it 50-50.” I howled.

Obviously, Naina was not expecting such a regard from my side. She flinched and opened her small purse, took out a 100 Rupees note and banged it on the table. I was waiting for this only. Now it was my turn.

“Thankyou dear. It was so nice of you. I was just kidding.” I said in a naughty tone and started laughing. Then I picked the note held her hand and returned it to her. She smiled. She opened her mouth to say something but I pointed my hand towards the door.

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ON THE BIKE:

I had a 15 year old model of Hero Honda which was obviously not suitable to ride with a girl. Anyways, she sat behind me. Now only a boy knows about the extraordinary experience of riding a bike with a girl sitting behind.

You know the great NEWTON”S LAWS OF MOTIONS are applicable here. When you apply the brakes, due to inertia of girl’s body, its front portion collides with your back. And this generates one of the most beautiful feeling of the world.

While driving, I tried this several times. Whenever I used to apply brakes, her breast used to get collide with my back. Oh God!!! I can’t explain that sensation. But if you’ve done it ever, you better know about it.

“So, u didn’t tell me who’s Rupal, Rimi?” She asked by bending her head towards my ear. She was smelling good.

“She’s Rini, not Rimi.” I replied.

“Ok baba, Who’s Rini?” she asked again.

“They are tution mates yaar.” I replied.

“That’s all?” she asked as if she’s wanting to hear that Rini’s my girlfriend.

“Of course dear. That’s all.” I said and laughed.

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TWIST NO. 1:

We reached there in 10 min. Although her home was just 3 kms., but I tried to drove as slow as I can, so that I could enjoy more pleasing moments.

She told me to drop her at Piya’s house which was a 100 metres away from her home. As I stopped bike, I saw an aunty coming outside the main gate. She stopped as she saw us. Naina screamed in my ear: “Oh My GOD!!! Mom!!!!!!!!”

My heartbeat stopped at once. Naina’s mom saw us together. Oh God!!…

…………………. continued in Chapter 4.

CHAPTER 2: November 10, 2007

THE BELL RANG:

ringring…ringring…. “Hello”

“Hi Himanshu”

“Ohh!! Rupal, how r u??”

“Hey u … now u don’t even recognize my voice??” she shouted.

“Oh!! sorry, Rini… u knw.. ur voice sounded like Rupal’s in telephone” I said.

“Oh my God!!! I think I shud talk to u later. Right now dere r some other people more concerned to u!!” She said in rage.

So she’s neither Rupal nor Rini. Then who else is she?? Actually dere were only 2 gals in this world who used to call me, and dat too only when there is some genuine need for it.

“Hey… Naina… I m sorry.. So how r u??” I jumped as soon as I realised she was Naina.

“Oh comeon!! does it matter to u??” Her rage continued.

“Hey what’s the matter???” I normalized my tone, my excitement ended as I realised that she was seriously angry.

“Nothing, I’ll talk to u later. Bye”

“Hey come on Naina, u r behaving like a 10 yr child. I m sorry, I cudn’t recognized ur voice at once, u knw…. it was first time u called me”. I said in a heavy tone.

“Ohh!! so u’ve got such a nice opinion for me… I see.”

“HEy naaaah… how can u think like dat”.
I realised the things have gone wrong this time. So I decided to end up this conversation.

“Ohkies.. if u wanna hang up.. surely u can!!” I said in a firm voice and a nanosecond later I heard beeps of disconnection.
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AT TUTION:
“How can she b so short-tempered??” Rupal whooped and took out her physics book.”Hey.. don’t say anything about her, its all my fault” I replied instantly, although I knew Rupal was saying right.
“Ohh!! my lover boy!!” she imitated voice of a 5 year old girl and both Rupal and Rini started laughing. I must say girls have an awkward sense of humour.
“Hey comeon u two!! If u don’t wanna help, den at least stop teasing me!!” I shouted in a firm tone.
“Ohh!! sry, we were just trying to lighten ur mood. Ohkies, so if u really wannna solve this problem then I’ve an idea!” Rini said wid an expression of a professional love counsellor.
“Ok, tell me what is it??” I asked trying to sound less interested.
“You’ve to meet her and apologise for ur rudeness. I think dat will do.” she said.
“Nah!! Never!! I’ll never do dat. Its against my self esteem.” I spoke.
“Hey comeon!! What it has to do wid ur self esteem??” Rupal interrupted, “Its only like saying sorry dear!!”.
“Ohkies, I’ll think abt it. I need some time. Anyways, thnx for ur beautiful suggestions…” I said rudely. Rini flinched and turned her face away.
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Someone had told me once dat girls love flower everytime. I really don’t remember who told me dis, but he must be very intelligent for he found out a way to deal wid a girl ‘cheaply’. Anyways, I brought some white flowers and arrived at the destination where we decided to meet. Oh sorry! I forgot you to tell about this. Actually, finally I called up Naina, apologised and requested her to meet me.

Dinshaw’s Icecream Parlour was an ideal place for meeting because of two reasons:Firstly, icecreams are relatively cheap. And secondly, its not a very popular venue, so private conversations can be safely entertained. Although I was more concerned for the first reason.
I reached there and to my surprise she was already sitting there. She stood up as she saw me. Oh my god!! only males can understand why your heart starts beating fast when a sexy girl stares you. I controlled my eyes to look into her eyes only, although there were much better things to see. This time her beautiful body was inside an orange top and a blue capry. The top was so tight on her body that a perfect outline of her bra was visible to me. I must say she had sexy legs which I noticed for the first time as she wore a capry. Anyways, we sat. I adjusted myself as I was already uncomfortable.

“So, Hi!!” I said slowly surely to start the conversation while she was staring the flowers in my hand.
…………………………continued in Chapter 3.

CHRONICLE OF FIRST LOVE: Chapter 1 October 12, 2007

CHAPTER 1: THE INITIATION
“7-1″, I yelled as her ball fell out of the table. “Don’t think dat I’ll show any kinda mercy wid u”, I taunted her. She was wearing a sleeveless and a skirt. Her top already wet wid her sweat was showing the exact outline of her figure.Even at the age of 14, she had developed a little curves. I think she must b lookin’ very sexy dat time, but I was busy in my game as table tennis used to b more important to me than girls in those days. (Now u’ve realised how foolish i was at dat time.)

Anyways, lets return to the game. Okay, I won dat game 15-4. She got irritated again, “You moron, cheater!!!!” and v left again widout sayin’ good bye. The next day, I got shifted to my new home in Bagmugalia Extn. and left Arera Colony for ever. Our last meeting was screwed b’coz of my own faults. I still regret, I shud’ve pre-informed her abt dis, but I thought she would’ve not cared.
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One Year Later:
“So her name’s Naina???” Rini asked surprisingly as if I’ve mentioned the scientific name of some extra-terrestrial animal.

“Nah, her real name is ‘Nayana’, but v used to call her Naina”, I replied.
“Then what’s da problem?? You said she used to b ur friend, u people used to play table tennis together, and she is beautiful and sexy as u mentioned rite now. So, go and propose her dear.” Rupal said trying to sound intelligently.

“Yeah.. Rupal is right. Infact, u don’t look bad either.” Rini added. Now what should I consider it, a compliment???

“Hey… but I havent’ talked her for one yr. and u knw our last meeting was not dat much gud. May b she would have forgotten me yaar…”I said.

“Oh come on Himanshu, okays…. first go and meet her, b her friend again, den when’ u get a chance, propose her.” Rini said. Rupal and Rini were my tution-mates at Nitu Di’s classes. There’s lot to write abt them which I’ll write in coming chapters.

“Fine, I’ll do as u say, but rite now I think v shoud proceed wid our assignment or Nitu Di will again b on fire.”
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At Naina’s house:
I dressed up as good as I can, took my dad’s bike and went to Arera Colony to meet Naina. When I hit the door bell, my heart was pounding so fast dat I felt it will burst out of my body. She came out as usual in her sleevless and lower, had a pen in her hand, uncombed shoulder length hair falling on her neck and she had no sleepers. Oh my god!!!!! She was looking damn hot!! Her figure had grown exponentially in this one year. Outline of her top was giving me an idea dat she hadn’t wore a bra.

“Hi!!!”, I exclaimed, trying to sound as sober as I can.

“Hi!!”, she replied, the confusion was clear in her face.

“SO How r u??” I said, sounding as if I meet wid her everyday.

“I m fine. Sorry but… I can’t recognize u!!.”

“Ohh!! let me help u. I m the same ‘moron cheater’ who had beaten u in TT one year ago.”

“Hey………. Himanshu!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed so loudly dat one crow sitting on the mango tree flew. “Where u have been dese days??” she leaped and hugged me.

Firstly, I got shocked as I was afraid if in case her parents were watching us, they’ll kick off me frm here. Secondly, it was the first time a girl hugged me, I was frozen up to react. But I must say, it was a heavenly feeling.

“U knw i went to ur house and ur neighbours told me u’ve shifted. u should have informed me abt it. Oh!! I m so sorry I behaved badly wid u dat day. I shouldn’t do like dat, u knw………”

“Oh!! comeon Naina, forget about it.” I interrupted her.

“So come inside, why r u standing outside?” she said as if it was my will to stand outside.

“Hey r u sure ur parents won’t mind??” I asked by making a cute expression.

“Nah, no one’s in home rite now!!. U knw dad has been transferred to Raipur, Bhai has joined coll. in Pune, and mom’s joined a primary skool as teacher.” she articulated as if I m interested in these details. The only thing dat mattered to me dat time was dat she was alone in home.

“Ohh!! so would u mind… i mean.. a girl lonely in house.. and a boy…!!” I said in a funny voice, trying to fetch the opportunity.

“It seems u’ve grown up in this 1 year, and have learned to flirt also. Hmm.. so r u coming inside or not??” she said in a tone which reminded me of my class teacher.
I went inside.

“Soo howz bhaiyya? I think he was preparing for IIT-JEE naa??” I asked surely to start some conversation. And finally it started.

I stayed in her house for almost 40 minz. She kept telling me abt herself all the time (u knw….girls love talking abt themselves) dat she had got a pair of specs, and she had a row wid her best friend Piya, she got 91% in 9th class and other craps…On the other hand I was busy in staring her, from top to bottom. She was looking very ‘desirable’. I was wondering why I hadn’t noticed her beauty a year ago. I think she noticed me doing dat 2-3 times, but who cares???

Anyways, before leaving I took her phone no. gave her mine phone no. and address and she kept a promise to visit my home as soon as possible.
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THE BELL RANG:
ringring…ringring…. “Hello”"Hi Himanshu”"Ohh!! Rupal, how r u??”"Hey u … now u don’t even recognize my voice??” she shouted.”Oh!! sorry, Hi , how r u Naina??”
{CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 2..}