FIRST DAY LIKE NEVER BEFORE

My favorite red converse footwear, my favorite white shirt making a fashion statement through its torn sleeves and blue DENIM jeans borrowed from Sandy (my cousin)were enough evidences to let anyone understand that something ‘FIRST’ was coming my way. That ‘FIRST’ was obviously the first day of my engineering course in computer science in a not so SHITTY……….’CCET’.

8:00A.M- BUS STOP
I was waiting for a bus that could escort me to sector-26. I paid no interest to catch 5A bus that left just two minutes before because it was totally packed with the so called human beings who pushed away their own species, the way they are pushing away animals from their own planet, for just a seat to sit or for a space to stand comfortably. Even though they could see the whole bus being totally filled with two or three citizens of our country hanging at its exit. But the sweat at their forehead and their tummies being flipped uncomfortably gave them a more concrete reason to push away others to create more space for themselvess while leaving the HANGERS with no chance. I couldn’t get into to it if this bus was not going directly to 26.The other reason why I didn’t able to drift away from my position was that I got dizzy to figure out any spot of dust on my shirt puffed from the road by the bus.
‘aunty ,which bus goes to sector-26?’ I asked a lady standing there at the bus stop. She herself was quite a bus, the only difference was that she couldn’t escort me to my destination .
‘beta as such toh even I don’t know but 5A goes to madhya marg. If, I am right then sec-26 comes in that marg, ya I think so.’ Her ‘don’t know’ knowledge ultimately made her speak out the answer known to her. But wait a sec, was that the same bus which frowned me more for the reason that it might have stained my cool shirt than that I might have missed my bus .
‘If I am right ,It has gone ahead beta…..passed just 2 minutes before .And there is no other bus that may take you to 26 and as far as next 5A is concerned it would come after half an hour, ya I think so .’She elucidated my doubt, but seemed dispel over something. Bubbles of frustration injected into my whole body, leaving the abdomen and its adjoining parts the rest of my body jiggled with the fear of failing to attend the first lecture.
“oh shit ,I missed it . I am a poor shit.”I chided myself, for I had made a bad start to the morning, to the first day of my college life. I shook my head in tizzy.
“c’mon think of something …..auto rickshaw or something else”. I, actually not I , but my CPU(BRAIN) asked me to think of some options apart from taking a lift from aunty which was almost impractical unless any law from physics justified this idea . But I think he forgot that it’s his work not mine. As all the other spare parts of my body could follow his directions and thus, first I had to think whether to take any auto rickshaw or just wait for the bus .It took me 5 minutes just to come to the conclusion that now I would look for an autorickshaw or something as I couldn’t miss my first day in the institution of engineering nerds(That comprise my fantasy-GIRLS).And on 6th minute ,I stopped one auto-rickshaw by just waving my left hand which actually carried my L.G. mobile blinking and beeping to alert me that I got a new message. Sameer who always in the morning cheer me up with his funny yet thinkable non-vegetarian jokes might have sent the message, I thought. I was busy stopping the rickshaw so just couldn’t heed on his message. The rickshaw driver didn’t avoid me as it seemed that he was prudent in his job to stop at customer. He twitched his head out of the rickshaw to gaze at me in a manner, a frog gazes at unknown creatures.
“kya baat hai, mobile bechna hai kaa?........ “. Where did this mobile thing come from?
“mobile….”, I exclaimed. ‘Is he looking for customers who could sell him mobile phones?’, I thought. Then as he gave a steady look to the mobile phone in my left hand, I ultimately got that it was my body language where my hands stretched ahead in anxiety and my mobile blinking and beeping in my left hand that showed a different picture to him.
“ nahi……… bhaisaab… ye toh mera hai.. mujhe nahi bechna isko”. I smartly conveyed him the fact that my mobile phone was not on sale. Back to business, as I asked him the bucks that he would charge to take me to 26 in the green and yellow LPG autorickshaw.
’ 50 rupeyaa lagega, agar 26 jana hai toh.. …or iss se kum me koi mil jaye toh humaari dahdi katwa dena kisi bhi maye ke laal se..’.
Rickshaw driver said ebulliently and now I got that he was looking for a barber in his customers to get his long beard cut soon.’ In this situation,’ there is no option left apart from this one’, I thought. I sat inside more in sigh of relief to get the means of transport to reach college than the discomfort my bums bore after sitting on an uncomfortable and torn sofa like seat. As the rickshaw engine kept on creating a very screwing noise but lesser than those rickshaws which used to run on petrol, it stopped again for a new customer .Though I was lost in the hurdle of several questions like ‘how my college life would be, how many girlfriends I would have and how my FANtasy would love its FAN’ by looking ahead, I received a tuck from the left hand side. As I contorted my head ,my dreams fainted ,my eyes startled and my heart started ringing as a BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS and STUNNINGLY GOOD LOOKING(all three in capitals being synonymous to each other)girl taller than me sat alongside me .I suddenly re-turned my neck to the earlier position as I didn’t want to let her know that I was wanting to look at her .so I paused ….paused for a moment ,I tried to retrieve her face into my mind ,but didn’t get back the image of her face. I was crushed, my heart for sure as I could feel the impact of each and every heart beat of mine. I felt as if someone was trying to take away my heart, possibly she might be trying to. Like any other boy who when sees a beautiful girl starts day dreaming, I also started doing so and guess what I dreamt. I saw my dream girl – my find (sitting with me in real) singing with me in rain my favorite romantic song
“Pyaar hua ikraar hua hai pyaar se phir kyon darta hai dil” from the movie SHREE 420 ……………. CRAP I COULDN’T SEE HER FACE AS SHE WAS HIDING HER FACE BEHIND THE UMBRELLA …….. WHEREAS I WAS WALKING TOWARDS HER WITH OPEN ARMS AND SMILE ON MY FACE. IT SEEMED AS IF MY LIMBS WERE ON AN ETERNAL JOURNEY AND MY ARMS ON A LIFETIME PAUSE SO AS TO GIVE AWAY THE LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY TO TAILORS OR DESIGNERS TO MEASURE MY CHEST SIZE SO THAT THEY C0ULD DESIGN SUITS AND SHIRTS FOR ME . SUDDENLY EVERYTHING VANISHED AND I RETAINED MY REAL STATE. What an irony, I didn’t able to trace back her face into my mind in real and here in dream I saw her but not her face and felt ‘crap’ over not seeing my dream girl in my loop of dreams.
I describe that moment encompassing inside and outside environment like this-
SOMETHING STIRRED, SOMEONE SIT,
SO WAS THE MOMENT SO I SIGHTED,
GOT ME UP, GOT ME DOWN,
MADE ME SHY, MADE ME FROWN,
SIGHT WENT TO MY MIND,
SEEMED LIKE MY FIND,
HEART RESPONSED WITH THE RING,
I WITH HER WOULD SING,
BUT IT’S NOT THE END, MAKE ME SCARE,
AS MY PLEASURE MY SURRENDER,
TO HER IS A STRANGE TREASURE,
STRANGE TREASURE, YES IT IS
AS SHE SEEMED BEAUTIFUL AND BRIGHT
NO HEART BEAT THERE IS,
AS SHE TOOK AWAY MY HEART AT FIRST SIGHT………………………
8:16 A.M
I could feel the serendipity of something at that moment which ultimately ensued into my journey …………………
I don’t know where she asked the auto-driver to go for? As my eyes although acting like seeing downward were making a scarce effort to just move them at right angle only without turning the head. And my ears couldn’t afford to distract the concentration of eyes so they decided to not hear anything. My eyes gave up but I did able to look at her feet which wore diamond like crystal studded sandal and the fingers of her feet twinkled in dark pink color with the thumbnail twinkling the most. Although my eyes had tasted failure but my CPU contrived an idea to actually crack chat with her. Following points were directed to me by my CPU……
1) To Execute the idea which follows as:-
a) Idea is ’CALL KIJIYE AUR LADKI LELIJIYE’
b)Your mobile doesn’t have balance as usual so Request her to lend you her mobile as you want to make an urgent call to your mom.
c) After making the call, ask her if she could suggest you what girls like as a gift as it’s your sister’s birthday and then the stage would be set to make an impression on her and ultimately befriend her .Slowly and steadily become her best friend. And after then you know that a boy and a girl can never remain best friend, either they fall in love with each other (which has to be your ultimate goal ) or become brother – sister (which is the hell’s well for you).So, go by these points, you will surely make me feel proud as finally you are my son. And when your dad is like master in such things, the same son should also be like. By the way, I am your CPU who controls you totally so that’s why you are my son, GET IT.
“Way to go rahul, you are the best……
MY CPU-Hey , I am the best..this whole is my idea..don’t forget your father’s contribution beta..that’s how this world is doing…just forgetting their parents for only a mere girl to whom you have to pay your money, give all powers of your home , discharge your sperms and so many things..
OKAYYYY…..DAD….you are the best”. Inside, I was speaking to my CPU who had adopted me as his son and outside I was just waiting for a right moment to crack a chat with her. Suddenly I felt a tuck from her due to auto-rickshaw turning at roundabout of PGI and punjab university.Thanks to Chandigarh administration that they introduced LPG auto-rickshaw as it was equipped with lesser space than those which run on petrol. It was not a usual tuck, although I was twirling with the rickshaw but it was her touch that took me out of my trance and actually twirled my heart FIRST TIME LIKE NEVER BEFORE spreading prickle throughout my skin. While my blood pressure increased with an increase in heart beats and my lungs made a leap in Its process of contraction and expansion as if I was racing against usain bolt for 100m race, but between all these biological stuff my brain didn’t direct me to do anything. My neck turned to her side without any order from the top, my eyes gaped at her shamelessly, my ears avoided the auto-rickshaw’s snort and my upper and lower jaws attained maximum separation, as finally I got the chance to look at her. She was so beautiful…………..I don’t know which vocabulary could express her natural beauty into words other than ‘beautiful’. Even the words would like to fade into her world of beauty. It was like describing how god looks like as you cannot find any suitable word to describe the divine. Yes, she was like divine, an absolute divine. We headed in a single lane after enjoying the twirl at roundabout especially me, she seemed annoyed and bemused for something .That something was her keys lying just near her feet waiting to be found by It’s owner. I was still staring at her but she didn’t recognize as she was in a mission to find her keys. Somehow her eyes (oh, by the way, her eyelashes were lightly brownish a bit) accomplished her MISSION KEYS. She bent a bit to actually grab the keys and whilst all this, my eyes grabbed the view that every male enjoys. I saw her cleavage thanks to her dupatta that dropped down because of her bending down to grab the keys. But I …….. I felt ashamed, guilty and wrong to look at her in this way, so I averted my eyes from her. Why did I do this? I don’t know because I am like any other male who enjoys such sights. Such view always succeeds to make me feel unethical movements(jiggle) in my pants. But this time from nowhere, ethics in me had sprouted for the first time like never before to criticize me for this atrocious act. She took her keys in her beg to secure them this time. But still she was bemused over something. She looked more beautiful in bemusement. That’s how the girls in this world look beautiful- by getting confused most of the time, I thought.
‘Excuse me, can I just make a call from your phone ……my phone doesn’t have any balance’, she asked me for my mobile. And after quite a time, my CPU resumed it’s function. CPU- “hey it was my idea, my directions and she snatched them, that’s not fair……now girls also snatch ideas from men apart from house, money and sperms”. Though I got dumbstruck by her demand but I didn’t stay mute.
‘well, ya………you can. But I think it will not keep you chat longer. Actually, the balance is close to zero’, I told her. So, now the whole idea that my CPU had contrived seemed to be adopted by her with its name changed to ’CALL KIJIYE AUR LADKA LELIJIYE’.
‘Actually, I just have to inform my mom about something. It will take only a few seconds’. I nodded and permitted her to use my mobile. After all those unintended tucks and pushes, I got the chance to touch her or actually her hands intentionally while lending her my mobile. Her caress….. oh, it was …….. it was suffice enough to purify my hands that cleared snot from my nose a few minutes before.
‘Thank you so much’. She thanked me but I remained numb, still lost and dazed in her caress. She just said a few lines on phone and hung up.
‘can you please tell me the famous singers of Punjab who actually perform on stage really well… It’s my sister’s marriage day after tomorrow. So you know, she has asked me my take on it.While my take is actually null. So, just for her sake I want to know a bit about Punjabi singers.’ She gasped a bit. Oh my god, how quick it was? , I mean she said it all in just one single breath.
‘Ya ……..by the way if I am not wrong, you will be affording a famous Punjabi singer in your sister’s marriage!!!!’
‘ya , well actually she is my cousin sister and my chachaji is an industrialist, so he has contacts and money both to afford a famous singer. But, you didn’t answer my question’. She came to her point eventually.
‘Well, as far as my knowledge is concerned, I think Gurdaas Maan , Harbhajan maan , Babbu maan and many more maans will suit your requirement’
‘Wow………All these mans…oops…..maans are your favorite?’. She laughed on her own comment, while I just admired the way she laughed by making a smile.
‘ahhhh….well, not my favorite …. I’ve heard about them from my friend. He loves Punjabi music. He keeps record of every recent Punjabi song in his personal diary. He actually has this dream of watching his favorite singers live’. Vivek loves them…….
‘he really seems to be a big fan of punjabi music’
‘ya…….he is’
‘Why don’t you come up in my sister’s marriage, bring your friend also. He will get the chance to see his dream in reality.’
‘No, I am sorry I can’t’. I would love to come……..
‘Well, I mean are you sure’. I asked her. In my life I have never met a girl like her who could actually blow me away like this with such mouthwatering invitation.
‘Yaaaaaaaaaa….’, she nodded. Her ‘ya’ stretched for some seconds.
‘Isn’t it too fast. I mean I don’t even know your name. do you?’
‘Hiiiii, I am suvi….. suvi Mehta. Now, you know me’
‘yaaaaaaaaaa…’I replied. This time my ‘ya’ stretched for some seconds. But, it was not a better reply so I attempted another one.
‘ahh…..by the way, I am Rahul……………naam toh suna hi hoga ji’ I said in my own MACHO style. But she punctured my style with her reply.
‘Dil to paagal hai…..i got it, its one of my favorite movie’
‘My favorite also’
‘I love Rahul…….’
‘hmmm…’,” What did she say, ‘she loves me’….how could she…I mean I don’t even know her ….. I mean yes I am blown by her…….but this is like blowing me into heaven and leaving no door for exit. I think I am dreaming.”But suddenly she started continuing her ‘LOVE FOR RAHUL’ saga.
‘ The character of that movie. I really love him.’ Oh shit, f**k this luck man. I mean she was not talking about me. My zero IQ didn’t get what she said. “She said she loves rahul the character of that movie and I thought she loves me, what a fool I am”, CPU-that you are and that’s why I am your dad .
‘I also love you….i mean.. I also love him’. I slipped my tongue for sure , but I think god was making me fumble my words.CPU-“ Hey you said you love him……. Are you gay?.. I know girls are mess..but boys….ahhhhh…just can’t believe this generation”.
‘Have this…… and call me today . we will talk later………for sure, As I am in hurry right now ,I have to reach the college….Okay bye’.
‘ahhhhhhhh’. I remained numb or I think I just couldn’t utter any word.her ‘bye’ infused the flurry of still happiness in me.
‘Hey … I said bye. It was nice speaking to you . Bhaiyaa stop here.’
‘byeeeeeeee……’. ‘Bye’ was the only feedback I gave back to her .As if the words had drained out of my memory. After a second or two when she left out of the rickshaw, I resumed to normal. Hey I didn’t even ask her ‘what she does ,where she is studying and all those stuff that I digressed from the conversation . I stared outside the autorickshaw, I could see something proclaiming ‘CHANDIGARH COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING AND TECHNOLOGY’ that meant my destination was nigh somewhere but the anxiety to re-meet suvi was way more than anything . So, I stopped the rickshaw ,gave driver 50 bucks for this priceless journey and stepped out in quick succession. In doing all these stuff rapidly and more or less simultaneously, I accidently landed or actually bumped on the road with all my body tasting the puff that all through the journey was being figured out carefully. So, I was there on the road ‘fallen and shaken’ and instead of cleaning myself with both the hands, I shook my head and rubbed my forehead with the left hand and with that I looked around everywhere but she was not there. I wondered, If I was in love……I don’t know where this wondering came from. Suddenly, I started muttering…and I think this time my heart directed me to mutter rather than my CPU.
“PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE ONLY .I HAVE ALSO FALLEN AND FALLEN LITERALLY. THAT MEANS I AM IN LOVE???… I AM IN LOVE …HEY GOD, I AM IN LOVE……YES I AM IN LOVE……”
And my mutter transformed into loud noise as I started shrieking like a prisoner who is freed from the jail in one day, escaping all the allegations against him. 5A bus also passed through the road and I did a bit of mad stuff as I had reached earlier so this thing also gave volume to my enthusiasm and excitement level.
‘Hey …..you are late. It’s all over, I am in love..puff the dust..hmm..puff now, can you? CTU shit’. After a few seconds, I resumed to normal after behaving abnormally. . So, I thought of moving on towards the campus instead of looking around in search for her .With each and every stride that I made, my dream girl –My find whom I couldn’t able to see properly before, made an appearance in front of me , her face was still hidden behind umbrella but she slowly and steadily started uncovering her face with umbrella.. and finally I saw her, she was SUVI. “the reason why I couldn’t able to look at her face in my dream earlier because it was raining.. and now again I dreamt but this time it was not raining so that’s how I saw her literally” and well this was how my zero IQ used its analytical ability in dreams also. Hey.......……….. its not over yet the dream was still ON…..
AS I STARTED WALKING TOWARDS MY COLLEGE BUILDING WITH OPEN ARMS AND SMILE ON MY FACE. IT SEEMED AS IF MY LIMBS WERE ON AN ETERNAL JOURNEY AND MY ARMS ON A LIFETIME PAUSE SO AS TO GIVE AWAY THE LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY TO TAILORS OR DESIGNERS TO MEASURE MY CHEST SIZE SO THAT THEY COULD DESIGN SUITS AND SHIRTS FOR ME ONLY AND WITH THAT I KEPT HUMMING MY FAVORITE ROMANTIC SONG IN A SUNNY DAY……………….
“Pyaar hua ikraar hua hai pyaar se phir kyon darta hai dil”.
. I entered my class and suffered a shock, a 1000volt shock. That girl with whom I fell in love in just 20 minutes of journey was standing there inside. NO, it’s not a shock but her standing there behind the lecture stand and addressing the students was a shock. As this meant that she was my teacher……………………………………….
‘TRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN’ my alarm clock rang hard in my left ear. In a halfly conscious manner , I scratched my butt with my left hand and ended the volume streak of alarm clock with my right hand.Suddenly I got up and looked around in bewilderment crying ‘suvi,suvi,suvi’. But slowly and steadily I confronted the reality that I was actually dreaming all that. And there was no such DREAMGIRL in reality. I looked at my wrist watch, 10:02a:m was the time.And what I really got that the time on my alarm clock was still being 8:00 A.M. this meant that my alarm clock was lagging behind the actual time. And ultimately what I really got that I had missed the first lecture of the first day of my college life.
‘Shit, shit, I missed it, I am a poor shit’

I DIDN'T GET IT

once, I asked an unknown guy “ who r u” . what he said was really unusual and unexpected kind of an answer . he answered “I am an engineering student”.well, you might say his answer is usual but no, not really..for me its unusual , I don’t expect an answer like this , in which a person tells about what he do or actually what he knows about himself factually . but ,may be the unknown guy is only giving an answer according to his interpretation of that question while I might not be interpreting the way he is, I might really be asking him “who he is”... the other interpretion you can make out of this discussion is that “ the motive behind asking the question is not what the words suggest in a literary sense”. Basically, what I mean is that the one who is asking the question is not literally asking that question, he knows what he is expecting in an answer and that’s the thing. So, there are two sides of a coin.. you can interpret this “who am I or who you are” thing yourself in two ways.. assume you have to answer this question and then presume by listening to the question what ACTUALLY is being asked, most of the time if you don’t give an answer “I am a engineering student “, then nothing is gone harm you, its just will be based on how that person interpret it and just that . but if he again asks the question by elaborating it a bit more “ no, what actually you do?.. in which college and year you are?”..then you tell him the answer which he is there to listen to..!!!... it’s a bit dicey you know.. whole of this argument just revolves around the literary sense and logics of that question…!!!.. we call ourselves intellectual and actually we don’t really go into the literary sense and logics of a question..instead we make interpretations over what we speak out of nowhere.