It has to be her.. (Episode 1)

Eyes met.

She was possessed by books.

I was possessed by her.

I was supposed to be studying, I tell myself. But my eyes aren’t listening to my brain.  They aren’t even blinking. “It’s their food.” My subconscious tells me. Well it’s truly a delicious food. She is studying. It seems that she has drowned herself in it. Not even care to look up. I was looking at her for almost ten minutes.”Staring to be precise.” My subconscious jumps at the opportunity. Well how can you look away when you can see the most fascinating sight like Watching-Earth-From-Moon kinda sight. No you can’t. She’s writing something now. Her hands, you can see the veins even from a distance. She hasn’t looked up yet. I was studying for the unit test. Since it was an off period, I went to college library. I was studying like a geek 10 minutes before. Now it seems that I am struck by a Cupid’s arrow. I was really mugging when she came and sat just opposite to me from all the vacant seats in the library. Her mesmerizing bespectacled eyes. Her large eye lashes. The Kohl in her eyes. I was in love just then. No second thoughts. I was thinking that it was all destined, but now it feels like it was a mere co-incidence. It’s 15 minutes and she haven’t looked up yet, like the books has possessed her. I sighed. It sounded in the library like a high decibel sound. “Keep it quiet.” The library attendant shouted from her desk. That made her look up. I’m about to dug myself in the books. That’s when her eyes meet mine. She blinked with her eye lashes like a doll. I hold the gaze. “Or continued staring.” My subconscious knows when to add the punch line. She smile, creating the dimples on both her cheeks. And my heart started beating, I can feel it now. Until now I didn’t know that  I have a beating heart.


It’s not how they shows in movies….

Episode 2 :

I wandered from library to canteen, from one laboratory to another but I couldn’t find her. Where she has gone? I started to doubt myself is she real or it was a product of my useless bored mind. Where she must have gone? I even went to administration office as she had said that she’s a new student. It’s amazing how everything she said stuck on my brain. Why it can’t do the same with Professors and parents? I am standing at the corridor with my eyes stick on the road to spot that familiar face for whom I bunked my lectures. I don’t know her name, I don’t know where she’s from and I guess I don’t care. I just want to find her. I know I’m being desperate. But fuck it. I want to find her or at least find her name. Wait! There would be roll no. list on the notice board. I rushed to the notice board. My eyes moved from one list to another there are 10 such list one for each section of each year I found my class list. I clicked a photo of the list.

As I turn back there he was the bad-ass Professor Raut of our institute.  All profs are bad-ass but none are of his level. There was a rumor that he went all the way to Mumbai to punish a student who tried to beat one of his colleagues.

I don’t know who made him a Professor he looked more like a Bodyguard.


“Why you are here Ramteke sir is taking a lecture in your class no?” he said. His voice went all through the corridor.

“Sir ” I started.

“Let me call him.” he interrupted.

“Sir he send me to check my roll no.” I said hastily before he can interrupt me again.

“Okay now go.” He said and went probably to find another student to scold.

My stomach starts to growl. I’m hungry now. I took a auto and headed to my flat.

To find that no food was there and my flat mates were sleeping like what we call in Hindi as Ghode bechke Sona. I tried to wake them up but no response from all four of them. Our flat is a 1 BHK flat with almost nil furniture, just a broken tea table. All the three rooms are in a file. The first two rooms are small but we had a very big Kitchen which is always messy.  I went into our messy kitchen and made myself a bowl of Maggie. I don’t know if it was the smell of the Maggie or the sound of the utensils which woke Shadab. He was there at front of me with a spoon in his hand.

“Did you sleep with the spoon?” I chuckled

“Didn’t you notice it was in my mouth when I was sleeping? I slept while eating.” he chuckled too.

“Eeew  Gross.”

He started eating with me.

Meanwhile I told him what had happened in the college. He is in my college but he’s not the regular one. I showed him the roll list’s photo but he don’t know the new one’s too.

Then when we don’t know the person we used to search him/her in Phone Directory. Now we search them on Facebook. So I started searching the new girls on FB one by one. After 5 failed attempts I found what I was searching for. The innocent face with brown eyes, zed black hair, gosh she’s totally photogenic. Her DP is a close up picture of hers clicked in some sort of garden. Her eyes her big eyes it seemed to me like she’s looking directly at me. Her lips are red, blood red like she’d drunk blood. Her hairs are pulled back except that one strand which is just above her left eye. Her name is Muskaan Dutta she’s from Chandrapur  that’s all, her profile had only two things. I don’t want to do anything I just want to stare at her photo. And with that started the staring game. I stared at her photo and she stared back at me from her photo. It gave me the same jitters that one look of her at class had given to me.

While I was busy searching  and staring, all my flatmates have woken up and was staring at me with still sleep in their eyes.

“What ?” I asked.

“Who is the girl ?” All four of them said in unison.

“She is Muskaan Dutta from our college and my class.” I said proudly. I don’t know why we feel proud to have some beautiful girls in our class, even if they don’t talk to you.

They snatched my phone started to zooming  her photo.

“She’s out of your league Rathin.” That was their verdict.

“Forget her.” Nehal said. Nehal have a brown complexion very small hair. His face is round shaped. He at times talked like he is a 3 year old kid, especially when he is talking to his Mom it’s sometime hilarious  but sometimes very annoying.

P.S. He don’t have a girlfriend

“Why do you say that ?” I said with a very upset tone.

“Look at her she must have a boyfriend or boyfriends.” Sumit said.

Sumit a child of a ex Military officer. He look s like some sort of Soldier. With a fair complexion he have a great muscular body and height above 6 feet. And he has many girlfriends.

And that made me think otherwise. They’re right she out of my league. She’s so beautiful and I am a skinny curly haired boy with not so attractive face. Who’ll like me ?

What happens next ?

Stay Tuned.

It’s not how they shows in movies…..

Episode : 1

So the time have come when my Prof asked “How does a induction motor starts ?”, literally.

I am in a class full of aspiring wanna be Engineers. Most of them are sitting there absent minded just for the sake of the attendance so that they will get a respective internal marks. Nobody is listening to what the Prof is blabbering about induction motor. They’re in their oceans of thoughts which mostly has to do with getting laid. Well, I am not listening to him either. I am scribbling this thing. Let me do a head count. The ones on the first two benches are intellectual, they are in the game and gonna be among the toppers. The ones on the middle benches are  average people they listens to what the saying but they don’t get it. The back benchers are the mixed of the show offs, intellectual (like me;)) and the don’t care ones.

I was bore, I tried all the things from scribbling on the bench and on the back page to even listening to the big eyed cunning Prof who always find a way to scold me. Here he comes to me.”What’re you doing ? Stand up.” he said(His voice must be echoing all over the corridor). I think he saw me scribbling. “Nothing.”. You know when your Prof.stand on a mere distance of 12 inch from just one word escape from your mouth ‘Nothing’.

“So tell me what is a starter ?” he asked while adjusting his round rimmed glasses. He resumed from where he started . And yeah I answered the question like I said I’m from the intellectual ones.

I was bore again. I tried scanning the classes the situation didn’t change much. People are doing what they are doing. The door cracked open like in the horror movie. A gush of wind with some fragrance sparkled on it enter the class room . With the fragnance came a girl, a beautiful girl. She is wearing a yellow top and blue skin tight jeans. Her face wow ! You know God must be a painter because only a painter can make such a elegant face. It has a childlike innocence. She stop just a few inches from the door.

“Sorry sir for  barging in like this. Is this 2nd year Electronics and telecommunication class ?” she said in a low voice.

Although I ‘m sitting on penultimate bench I could hear her, ‘Gosh’ she have such a beautiful voice.

“Yes.” Prof said in a most disgusting voice.

“Sorry sir I’m a direct year student and I didn’t know the classroom.” she said.

“It’s okay, settle down.” Prof said calmly.

You know if instead of her a boy had come the Prof would’ve given a 5 minutes lecture to him before telling him to sit down.

Now my brain started to think in Sherlock mode. It scanned all the class and gave me only one hit. “There’s only one place left it’s the bench just beside me.” Now my heart start beating fast I don’t know why.

She is scanning all the class with her big twinkling eyes, just like the eyes of the anime characters. She notice the same bench beside me. She started walking towards it and she settled on the 3rd bench.What ? Shit. Why girls have to become helpful just now ? The girls on the the 3rd bench squeezed themselves and made space for her.

Now I’m not bored. I’m looking at her continuously. Yeah yeah staring.I want to see her face. But all I am seeing is her hairs. She have long zed black hairs and they are all over her back. The aroma of her shampoo tingling my nostrils. Yeah I know it’s her shampoo what it could be. I’m sure after the lecture all the girls will going to discuss about the shampoo. What brand and all blah blah blah ?

She keep pulling her hairs back of her ears. Those few strands which keeps falling on her face. She have wore small diamond earrings just like her eyes. Here I’m noticing her each and every attributes and she don’t even know that I exists.More than that I want to see her face. I’ve to do something to get her to notice me, to make her turn back so that I can see her face. I’m craving for it.

Now I’m listening to my Prof and I want him to ask question I want him to scold me I want him to do something so that she would turn her back and see me. When you really want something all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

“What is plugging, anyone ?” Prof asked. And I love him for doing that. I raise my hand and I didn’t even hear properly what was the question.

“Can you please repeat the question sir ? “I asked while standing.

The whole class is laughing. And the looking at me in disgust. “Ssh”. He sshed. That made the whole class silent. She’s yet to turn. Prof repeated the question. And I tried to answer from the excerpt that I’d read yesterday. While answering the question I was constantly looking at her. And guess what she turn her back and our eyes meet for a fraction of second and I am on a cloud nine, right now.

I just want to talk to her. After the lecture. And Paulo Coelho is right. And the bell rings, lecture ended. Thanks Universe for conspiring this Or thanks the Automatic electric bell for being right on time.

As the Prof exit the class. It become a chaotic place. All the people are wandering like it’s a Kumbh Mela. Meeting their friends like they’d got separated and meeting them after rebirth. The whole class become like a labyrinth. It took me 5 min to get out of the class. And hell she’s gone. 😦

What happens next ??? Stay tuned

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