16th October.
I pressed the break
lever and my bike loosing all its momentum, stopped behind the haphazardly
parked vehicles under the banyan tree. I unfolded the side stand producing clang and allowed the
gravity to do the rest. I quickly got off the bike, grabbed the
keys and gushed towards the apathetic gate resting at the entrance of J- block
, where I was supposed to be present few minutes ago. Looking at the watch
“Crap.. !!” I asserted.
I am nearly 10 minutes late for my last exam. According to the Major’s time
timetable it is the ‘BASIC CIVIL ENGINEERING’ paper with which I
have to contend today. I checked my rush finding three bonnie
girls creeping in the ARCHI block.
I thought “Who is
in the extreme left? Never saw her before!
With thought process on, I passed the dainty
engine standing mum in the vacated porch, which was depicting that exam was
already started. But something else was going in my mind, which made me queasy.
Stretching over the scratchy stairs of the rickety J-Block, I reached the corridor of first floor. On the extreme of which is my
classroom J-207 with a wretched water cooler standing on its entrance. Crossing
the promiscuously lying bags in the corridor I entered the classroom. I never
carry bags during examination as there is no use of them and moreover my only
bag was fallen apart in my last GPL.
As I entered, my eyes
got stuck on the girl seating in third row, wearing something having white
& orange combination. Don’t know what the dress was called but she was looking
pretty in that. She was Shruti, roll no 13, energy.
Her long, dark hair coming over the shoulder mixing with the white, orange
color was giving a splendid look.
“Ufff…. !!”. A
sound I felt from my heart.
The scene made me
forget all the anxiety and I was filled with the good feelings. It was always
pleasing to see her, especially when she was not looking at you. I went forward
to my bench. Nearly everyone is busy in writing except few who are starring
fishily at me and shaking their heads as if I am the biggest IDIOT in the
world, coming late to the BCE paper and disturbing them. Neglecting their disgraceful faces I got
seated. I carried all my stationary in pockets in the absence of bag and also
never use a PENCIL BOX as it is considered very “childish” for a BIG college going boy like me. I
spread all my WEAPONS on the desk I carry to tackle the foe of examination and started filling
the details of the answer booklet already kept at my place. Shruti was sitting in the adjacent row, one
bench ahead. Unable to resist, I kept staring at her until the Invigilator
slothfully approached me and took few seconds giving me frantic looks before
passing the question paper.
“Grrrr… !! U r
late. Don’t u know today is your exam."
“I know! But..”. I
insisted
"Shut up ! Hopeless
fellow”. He concluded
Ignoring the infuriating invigilator and his awful actions I prayed to the god
and looked around for a last good luck wish before facing the paper from anyone
or specially from someone. But everyone was struggling with their papers except
few who are still starring me eagerly as they are awaiting a dance performance
or jackpot declaration from me.
I read the first question, it was asking to define & describe the types of something called surveying. I never heard this term before but some how I managed to relate it with making 'surveys & polls'. Leaving it for the last time hit & trial juncture I jumped to the next question. It asked to distinguish between lap joint & butt joint, I was unable to make any relation of these body parts with the joints, and even I peeked at my lap to find any joint there but got unsatisfactory results. I was appalled as none of the terms in the questions were making any sense to me. A thought struck my mind ‘may be I have been given wrong question paper’, but my imagination collapsed as I confirmed the title of paper. All the good feelings were over and clouds of darkness hovered over me.
“Gosh !! what is this?”I uttered.
In the shock I looked
up, the guys starring me eagerly gave a scornful smile after seeing my
horrified expressions and again got engaged in writing. Then I understood what
they were looking for. Hoping for some relief I gathered all my strength and
dared to proceed. But the rest of the paper looked gibberish to me, except few
parts that I could recall and would be able to answer. I
cursed myself for not paying attention in those dull lectures & spend them
by just gazing at Shruti all the time. Simultaneously I was thankful to her due to whom I attended all those
lectures and could be able to answer few parts, which were only hope that I could
pass this exam.
I looked at Shruti she was very much involved in writing
the paper. She was studious , as girls are usually or they pretend to
be?! But her pointers are always only a little bit more than mine. I always
think why these girls put so much effort when they end up with the same result
as we do with ordinary effort! Some how I started writing, whatever I
knew or whatever was coming to my mind I jotted down on paper. I dig out my
brain and spread it over the blank answer sheets to fill them up, which were
looking unusually longer. After one and a half hours I was nearly done from my
side. I tried my best to fill the sheets and wrote everything that I could. Drew the diagrams of doors, windows, beams, etc & whatever structure I
could observe in the room, although they were not required. Even I didn’t miss writing SMALL, MEDIUM, LARGE, VERY LARGE and HUGE as the types of windows. Still a long
way to go, I attempted all the questions I could but the thing making me crazy was still
I was not able to figure out what is the need of “SURVEYING” in civil engineering?
Just thought ‘May be they go for sample surveys or magazine studies or may be SMS polls!!’
Only 1 hour was left
and I was feeling like to leave as nothing was left in my brain
to write. But then I thought how could I miss an opportunity to admire Shruti for rest of the 60 minutes. I
calculated, that is 3600 seconds!!
I uttered myself “I am a fool to think of leaving!”
Keeping everything aside and escaping from invigilators view I got my eyeballs fixed on her. I thought in such a miserable condition I must be peeking in her paper but I was looking at her, desperately. Again the feelings of warmth started flowing in my arteries as they are originating from my heart and reaching every part of my body. It felt to me as all the dark clouds were blown away and a bright sunny day was falling out. It was going all well, until Shruti turned back and found me looking at her stupidly.
“Shit…” I cried feebly.
Quickly I got my
eyes of her and looked up in the air, as if I was searching for my scatted thoughts floating somewhere in the space and then I slowly turned my face to other side. I was feeling
dejected as I wondered what she must be thinking about me, she must have figured
me as a cheap guy. “Let me tell u,
everyone likes cheap things but believe me cheap is not always desirable”. I thought I would
never be able to face her again, kept blaming myself for all this until a
murmuring sound plucked my eardrum. Searching for the source of it and I realized
it was coming from other way round. I turned and was totally surprised by the
fact that Shruti was trying to gain my attention. I can’t infer what was going on until
she waved her expanded palm towards me, it didn’t took me any
time to understand her palm was indicating a SLAP and she was angry with what had
happened. But her face with troublesome expressions was telling some other
story. Confusion was thriving, everything looked jumbled until my eyes got
again fixed on her. This time on her lips, this would have created more
troubles but rather it puzzled out everything. Those lovely pink lips moving in
the silence suggested me, she was asking help and those thin fingers were
representing something.
It clicked “Question no. 5”! She was asking me for question no 5.
All this stupefied
me, as I repented for the crap I have been thinking for last few minutes.
Leaving behind all the thoughts, I tried to help her without missing the golden
opportunity. But still everything hadn’t turned to my
favor, and next problem was not far away. I blamed my luck as I saw question
no.5 , the one involving the “types of windows”.
“Ohh.. Heck!!”
I was totally lost as
I don’t know how to tell her what I have written. This time quickly resolving
out of it, I flickered my wrist indicating I haven’t attempted the question and, like a dumb, again started starring at her. I never thought watching her when
she is aware of it would be more fun rather when she was incognizant. It feels safe. Soon she asked for the SURVEYING question, which was already pushed
aside (Actually i was thinking to ask that
one to her, But .. ok.. better luck next time). Felt sorry for
myself, as unable to provide her any help this time also. Last 45 minutes of surveillance were still left.
Ten minutes have passed;
she hadn’t turned to me once. I got upset
feeling she might have pictured me a useless person as I was unable to provide any
help. But my notion was proved wrong, when she once again turned to me. This
time she asked me 2 questions and as the luck would have it these are the once in
which I was confident. Through out the doomed day, first time I felt ‘luck was
on my side’. It took 15 minutes to dictate her the answers due to the feeble
vocalization and the invigilator interrupting thrice. Finally, I proved
profitable to her, she was glad and so was I. Last 20 minutes left, I compiled
up my work. This time she turned and before she could act further I cried in
excitement
“Anything else …!!??”
Whole class would
have heard it, then how invigilator was going to miss it. And after the three
statutory warnings he was not in the mood to spare me, after all he was getting a chance to show his power to other suspects. Without wasting any time he yelled
at me.
“Leave the classroom
or your answer sheet would be disqualified.” He disposed.
Before he could
insult me anymore, I accepted the proposal. Many eyes looked out at me as I
departed. Some filled with pity, some with disgust. Approaching the water
cooler I washed my eyes with the chilled water and stood there only. Shruti was visible from
door, she was trying to ensure I was all right. Expressions of concern,
disgrace and sorrow were clear on her face. I can never forget that regretful
smile, it even comforted & soothed my eyes more than the chilled water
bath. Rest 15 minutes, I spent gazing her with my thinking cap on. What was
going to happen after
“Is she going to
thank me ??”
“Or blame me for
squalling and even creating trouble for her !!”
“Might just sneak
out…. !!”
“Or .. might.. .. ..
..!!” And the thoughts kept on flowing
endlessly.
10th January.
Today, it’s nearly 3
months since my LAST EXAM, fighting against
the freezing blow; I am on my way to college for attending the early classes of the new session. I am on my bike just closing to the same banyan tree where I
stood 3 months ago. But I can see a girl parking her Activa at the same place, last time I did. I went to the flash
back, recalling all the happenings of that day. I am going to remember
that day for whole of my life and not because first time I was late for any
exam, not because I just managed to pass it marginally, not because I gave an “OUT-STANDING” performance that day…but because….I
gained a lot that day… A good friend…. Someone’s
trust and most importantly I learnt that ‘helping others can
help u some time!’
I am back to present
as the girl uttered.
‘HI… !!’
I cuddled my face
smiling and blinking my eyes.
I replied. "HI !! Shruti".
After that exam she
thanked me & regretted for creating trouble for me, but that day everything was MY PLESURE. Gradually we became
good friends. We joined same coaching class, we use to have long phone chats,
even we “studied” in vacations just for being together, sometimes we went out on all day
outings… and conclusively we turned out special to each other.
I hold her hand. And
before proceeding to the classroom in the fogy
abandoned path, satiated with cold breeze I
said
‘Lets Go… !!’
Before getting lost
in the fog, we both got lost in each other’s thoughts!
38 comments:
uhunnnnnnn.. impressive huhnnn...[8)]
tu itta bhi gawaar nai hai jitta dikhta hai [:P]
Thanks !! for my first comment .. that also good one [:P]
Socha nahi tha itni jaldi milega koi comment bhi milega.. [:)].. thanks one's again for reading & commenting
good one...!!..kya baat hai..!!!!!..pehele hi blog se log "impress" ho rahe hai..aage kya hone wala hai//???[:P]
Hmmmm........
its nice to see creativity and innovation developing in young minds(hehehehehehe.....).
really a good one...
waitin for the next one.....
nice yaar arpit...
pretty interesting storry or reality whatever it is...
would be waiting to read the story ahead..
are....hero ban gaya re tu toh...rock on yaar....bahut hi mast hai...aur likho aage ka....hum chote logon ko bhi involve kar lena...na ki sirf roll no. 13 ko..!!
2 good bro.......gr8 way of writin', impressive way of showin' ur emotions........write some more.......By d way whos dis "Shruti" in energy ????
Realy .. overwhelmed by ur comments...
Thnakz every one ..
@ sid : bas yara.. dekhte hain aage kya hoga mujhe bhi nahi maloom :P
@ Misro : thankz .. but yeh last main
yeh cryptical hassi kyun di ? :O ??
@ sakhil : Dnt confuse yaar... itz totaly imagination !
@ Munmun : bas tujhe pasand aa gayi .. mera likhna safal ho gaya :) hehehe
@ neelabh : thankz yara .. 4 gr8 comments.. aur yara pure imagination hai .. kisi bhi jiveet ya MRIT vyakti se iska samband nahi hai :P haha
good work bro.......in d earlier part i thot d story mite b true.......(coz tera koi bharosa nahi tu kuch bhi likh sakta hai)[:P]
bt slowly i came out to b good fictious one........
@ ratnil.. hehehe... DER AAYE DURUST aye ...
aacha hua tu jaldi samjh gaya :)..
well thankz for the comments
hmmmmmm.....kyaa likhung???likh to dung bt tu delete kar dega...bas iskarke hi nai likh rahi!!! waise gaur kariyega aapki adjacent row me aage waali seat pe yani mere aage waali seat pe(coz i sit parallel to u)roll no. 39 baithta hai.....wahi jiski aawaaz tumhe meri jaisi lagti hai....n coincidence ya kismat bt that day she ws wearing orange!!!!
nice blog....nice reality!!!
@ pankhuri thankz for ur.. asusual COMMETNS...:P
wauise.. main jis row ka zikra kara hai .. that is on my left... so.. no relations hehehe...
Well ..Speaking d truth ...
Its a nice story ...may be could b more funny ...
Ending Could hav been more flabbergasted ..(critics tareef kaisse kar sakte hain ..)...
Overall was a touching story as it is real...just little change in roll no. n directions here n der...
@ roms4788 : happy to see ur comment :)(after all critic k comments sabko chaiye :P)
well u said everyting colud hav been more.. that means there was some element of fun & all :).
PS : LET ME REMIND ALL OF U that "IT IS A COMPLETE FICTION"
Argue for your limitations & surely they are yours. Kudos for challenging your own limitation. When you’re oozing with thoughts, you seek a story all over. Even in the
exam room!! Being a beginner it’s a worthy effort. Expressions are good
and details are well taken into care, but are they all necessary? The trick is
to make it as compact as possible and leave no space for a reader to though
of their own thoughts and the last hitch, finale, as a reader it leaves me begging
for more. But getting lost in the fog is not a bad idea and obvious from a 19yr
old lad. If you convert it into pointers sure you will get more than 8 for this. keep
it up
@ ankit : Thankz for ur priceless comment... just perfect blend of literary criticism,suggestion with lot of encouragement !! Hope if icontinue will apply ur tricks :) !!
..Might be the bestest commemt i could have got for this !! Thankz bhaiya !! :)
hmmmm....impressive!!!
aisa lagta hai koi book padh rahe ho!!!
thoda chota hota to acha lagta!!!!
Gud
I liked ur Imaginations
bt have a doubt
Is dere ny relation with ur real life?
Comments tell me dere must be sum hidden relations with Roll no 39
/* waise ek relation to ye hai
39=13X3 */
Really speaking Very gud in all respects.
ab ye bata idea kahan se mila??
@ parul : thankz behana !!
tujhe aacha laga yeh jankar mujhe aacha laga !! i wll try in future ki shrt main likhun :)
@ prabhat: thankz sir ache commetns k liye . But let me tell u its 101% fiction.. no relation with anyone REALY !!
superb work !!!
since its fiction ( which i doubt.. hehe)... well written..
engrosses u in d story...
but i feel...sinse d 1st part was given which such minute details...
d ending shud have been even beter...
aisa laga ek dum se story khtam ho gayi...
newayzz.. a full 10/10 on dis..
P.S. -( mujha toh itaa acha likne mai na jaane kitee saal lag jaayenge.. heheh)
wooooyeeeee!!!!!
am impressed..........
ladke ne itni badi jump mar di wo bhi bina bataye.......
well thought..... dint sounded as though by an amateur........ nice way to spill ur fantasies.[:d]
truely speakin.........
churayi hui lag rahai hai...[:p]
congo bro!!!
good work bhai... [:)]
End could have been better ( was expecting some twist but it was straight forward ).
Baaki feelings and details of the background were given very nicely.... aur isse heavy english likhega to mujhe dictionary lekar baithna hoga [;)]... overall impressive effort ... waiting for the next blog.
@ aashri : thankz !! for the 10/10. I hope i could achive that in my exams as well . :) hehehe
@ rbk : hehe.. thanks for praising !!
khud hi likhi .. aur kaise
likhi hai yeh bhi janata hai
:)!!
@ bornismite : thankz for gr8
comments !! & let me
tell u i my self used
dictionary to find that heavy
words .. hehehe !
lag nhi raha ye tera 1st blog hai..tis pretty good n intersting...good job fella :)
prabhat sir ne man ki bat keh di..aur kuch bhi hai man mein...bolu kya??[:P]..
Hey...that was soo impressive...! You wrote it like a pro....Just leaving those 'difficult english words' whose meaning I was unable to understand, rest of the post was very very nicely written.!!
I too attended some of the classes in manit, but still I m dumb enuf to figure out who is 'shruti'...! lolz...
thanks himanshu 4 ur valuable comments..... actually SHRUTI is totaly fictious & iam also searching her :P
And aboutt those diicult english words i refered the WORD WEB :D !!
Thnakz for reading & commenting :) !!
hey arpit gr8 attempt yaar... never saw this in fact never-ever knew about this side of urs
same here yaar ... i was also a lillbit unaware of this side ! :P..
thanks for reading & commenting !!
bhai story padh kai mazaa aa gaya
tu chahata toh ek back bhi lagwa deta apana usame aur twist aata story me....kuch edit karne layak bhi hai
any ways aage kuch likhe toh batana
really tu life of a manitian likh de 8 point someone!!!!!!!!!
@ vibhor : thankz for the comments !!
ya surely i agree it can be improved.. & next time if write i will try to do better..aur tujhe pakka bataunga...
thanks for reading once again !!
Maza aa gaya.....
seriously just awesome .. why dont u give ur story to some director (some movie director not the KS Pandey) ..
kya pata movie hi ban jaye......
and abt shruti ... (pure imagination hai .. kisi bhi jiveet ya MRIT vyakti se iska samband nahi hai)
ye jo bhi likhta hai.. he actually means it otherwise....
toh sach kya hai?????
vaise theory of 13*3 .. doubtful to nahi hai.......
hey.. just happened to stumble across your blog... the post is simply hooking ! almost until the end i felt it was a true narration.. great work, please keep writing :)
@nishant : you read & liked the story .. there itself the purpose of story was fulfilled.. thankz was reading and commenting.. and plz dont go on rumours you know they are the part n parcel of our college :)
@G .. hey thanks for stumbling and commenting :) !
and i am glad that finally u got it is a fiction :P !
@arpit : (conti. to last comment) dude... even rumours r true sometime.....
n watever the case may be... write further ... we want to read more...... n this time give us more clues .. unlike last time :)
Awesome ..... I seriously wonder why didn't you continue writing .... Nice story .... Though I feel you could give details of the coaching classes , you looking her from the corner and yes the combined studies and the beautiful journey from friends to becoming special ones .... Fir to bestseller hi ban jata Ye blog .... One advice .... Continue blogging :)
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