Love - isn't 4 every1!!!

The next day I went to my college to deposit the fee and to complete other formalities of admission with my dad.

And that was the day I saw her it was 17th August 2007, she was there at the fee counter with her dad, I didn’t knew her, I saw her for the first time, but why was I feeling like I have been knowing her since years, may be she noticed me, but I feel she hasn’t. Her dad saw me starring at her daughter I took my eyes away from her, she completed her admission formalities next was my turn, my name was called at the admission window, I stood up with my dad and started moving towards the counter she turned back completely she took her first foot forward towards me, I moved forward I was looking at her she wasn’t, she didn’t notice me, she was in front of me, my heart missed a beat, she moved out of the room and I went to the counter, the receptionist asked for my fee and I thereafter completed all the formalities.

“Congratulations Mr Sihag, now your son is the part of most prestigious college of Rajasthan.” the lady receptionist said as I was still thinking about her.

“Thank you. When are the classes going to start.” my dad asked.

“From 30th August.”

‘SHIT‼ I have to wait for 13 more days to see her again’ I thought.

“What about route of college bus?” my dad enquired again.

She thereafter asked about my location and assigned me my bus stop and told me the timing of bus.

“Thank you” my dad said as we were over with the registration work.

I was back at my home but was thinking about her, all my friends moved out of state for their higher studies, KD also took admission in his college. Somehow the days passed, and finally the day came. I woke up early morning and went to college. I was praying for just one thing from god; to get us both in one branch.

My bus reached college and I went to my class. And you know what? Almighty listened to me. Yes‼ We were in the same branch, I saw my angel sitting alone in the class on the second bench wearing an off shoulder purple top and blue denim jeans and long ear rings.

She looked at me, may be for the first time or may be she might have noticed me at the time of registration, but I felt like I knew her since years. I was continuously thinking about her since last 312 hours.

“Is it Information Technology class” I asked.

“Yes” was all she replied and took her eyes away from me.

‘Why the hell these beautiful girls have so much of attitude in them?’ I thought and looked at the empty benches to find a suitable place to sit. I quickly glanced through the room and decided to sit on the second bench of the middle row in the corner most chair. Yes; she was sitting just adjacent to me. I glanced through the corner of my eye; she was looking in front, her silky tresses came across her face she raised her hand and tucked them at the back of her ear, her face was clearly visible to me.

Suddenly another classmate of mine came, I looked at him, he looked at her, he smiled at her, my eyeballs again moved at my left, but she didn’t showed any response.

I felt happy because of the response which she gave to him. That day I came to know one thing about human nature, a person become sad if he is not able to achieve something but the same person become happier if someone else is also not able to achieve the same.

Soon, our class was almost full with its capacity as most of the guys had come to experience the first day of college. Two other guys were also sitting on my bench Anurag and Asheesh. First lecture of communication technique ended and I came to know her name.

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That's how it started - B Tech @5B's Part 2

I saw all the boys staring at her as she was very beautiful in her blue denim jeans, black top and matching sandals. Everything looked so perfect on her that it seemed as if they had been manufactured only for her. She had a small beauty spot on her clear, unblemished visage. Her eyes were the kind poets describe in their poems and her long, curly hair enhanced her beauty. The fragrance of her perfume pervaded the whole bus.
At first, she looked a bit confused and was not able to move a single step ahead as she saw everyone gazing at her. “Come here,” was what Fattu was saying as he signaled to her but I didn’t make too much of it at first, because I, too, was among those who were confusing her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said very politely with the most beautiful smile in the world and her melodious voice touched my ear drums for the first time. “I am going to kill you, you bastard,” I said under my breath at the thought of how Fattu could call my babe to sit with him.
“Sit,” he said, signaling towards the empty seat near me and all my thoughts towards my sweet friend changed with the signal of his hand. I moved aside for her and she took the window seat.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she wished me, showing me her beautiful smile for the second time. I was lost in her until she wished me again, probably to wake me from my dream.
“Good Morning, Sir,” she wished me for the second time.
“Ya, ya, good morning,” I replied and noticed my heart was beating at more than its normal speed.
“How come you know that I am your senior?” I asked. It was probably the worst question that could be asked and I remembered the tips I had got from my love guru, Asheesh. The first thing to do is to extol the beauty of the girl.
“Sir, actually my brother who came to drop me passed out from our college last year. He told me about the I-card ribbon code of the college.  As you are wearing a red one it means you are a second year student, right na?” she said with a hint of excitement.
I saw Fattu busy eaves dropping on our chat and the whole bus was trying to get a look of her but I was blocking the view for some of them. Suddenly, my cell beeped twice, indicating a text message. It was from Asheesh. He knew very well that I could do anything in the world but couldn’t talk to girls. It said, “Say something about her looks, beauty, dress.” After reading it, I turned and smiled at him. “Thanks. Keep on helping,” I texted back but as soon as I sent it off the phone beeped again. “What’s her name?” He knew I was an idiot when it came to girls but didn’t expect to be so big a one that I hadn’t even asked her name.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Simran…. Simran Kaur and my friends call me Simmi,” she replied again with the same grin on her face. I was again lost in it but another beep broke through my dream. “Why are you making her uncomfortable? Just do what I said…”
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That's how it started - B Tech @5B's

Soon it was a new beginning for the Royal Tigers in college. We were back after one month’s rustication. Our I-card ribbon changed from blue to red and we were officially marked as seniors. From the second year onwards, many things changed as Asheesh started living outside the college campus. He rented a flat with Umesh in Vaishali Nagar, almost midway between mine and Fattu’s home and quite near to our favourite night hangout- Milan Restaurant and Bar.

On the first day of the new semester we were on our way to college. We were sitting in the college bus, looking for new prey. The bus was about to reach Vaishali Circle and Fattu was busy teaching the rules to the juniors as how to behave and respect the seniors, Asheesh and Umesh were enjoying Fattu’s class and the music in the bus.

Suddenly I saw a small crowd outside the bus. A sardar boy was standing on the road and a Bajaj Discover was resting on its side behind him. A robust guy with a good physique, who had obviously been spending a good number of hours in the gym, stood there, too. He was wearing a tight t-shirt, jeans and Woodland shoes.  Apart from those two guys was a lady in her late thirties or early forties, dressed in a red Punjabi suit, lined in orange, and wearing matching ear rings and lip gloss. Between her and the man were two charming and glamorous girls. Both of them were wearing blue denim jeans. One of them was wearing a black top and the other a pink one. The girl wearing the pink top had a college bag over her back. The bus stopped in front of them as the robust guy signaled it to do so.

“Anurag, please go to another seat,” I requested Fattu for the first time I could ever remember.

“Why?” he asked with a smile that I hated at this moment of time, as his eyebrows shot upwards. It was most likely that he knew what I had in mind.

“Look, I’ve found my babe.”

“Oh! Congratulations, Tiger. Finally, you too, are committed.”

“Will you stop that and please help me?” I said as he vacated the seat.

“All the best.”

Meanwhile the guy, who seemed to be the brother of my angel came into the bus, showed the fee slip to the person in charge, asked the bus driver something which I couldn’t hear and took his contact number. She entered the bus after touching the feet of her mother, and waved her hand as the bus moved off.

I saw all the boys staring at her as she was very beautiful in her blue denim jeans, black top and matching sandals. Everything looked so perfect on her that it seemed as if they had been manufactured only for her. She had a small beauty spot on her clear, unblemished visage. Her eyes were the kind poets describe in their poems and her long, curly hair enhanced her beauty. The fragrance of her perfume pervaded the whole bus.

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Pain Of Real Love

^{I tried to be her friend for the next six months. She was very happy but I wasn’t. Every time she used to talk to any boy it used to burn me like hell inside. Sometimes she would tell me how funny some guy in her class was, or how cute some guy in her batch was, and I wanted to go with an AK-47 and shoot both, the funny and the cute guys. This clearly suggested that I couldn’t just be her friend. I told Asheesh and Fattu about it and they advised me to tell her clearly about my feelings, but I couldn’t even do that because I was afraid of losing her entirely and felt it was better to be her friend rather than lose all contact with her.}

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College Life Novel

The story of 4 guys Sanjit, Anurag, Asheesh and Umesh who lived their college life on five principles Bikes, Backs, Bunks, Babes and Beer.
By following their own unique principles how they messed up with their own college life, and how they finally managed to overcome them.
It isn't just about these 4 guys, it is the story of every engineer as it will remind them of their college life. How they used to bunk the classes, used to sit in canteen and dedicate song for every girl passing by, it will remind them of all the limits they crossed just to impress a girl or what all they did for the sake of friendship, the pain of birthday bumps they were left with, the last night fight they had with their books... how they became author while writing answers in exams... and... and a lot more...

 

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Story Line of B. Tech @5B's

I know she likes me, I know she needs me, she wants to see me happy, but only as a very good friend, she doesn’t love me, but I want her to love me, I didn’t ask her before loving, it just happened, I am simply in love with her where there are no complains, no demands, I love her a lot and I can do anything, I can pay any cost to make her smile to see her happy. Yes I feel jealous to see her with other guys, but more important than that is she is happy and I can’t damage her smile, I don’t know how long it will last but I know she will not cry till I am alive and I will come back if she cries after I am dead!!

   This time it was not one night or one week’s fight, it’s been almost a month we were not talking to each other, she didn’t even wish me New Year neither did I took the initiative, our relationship was almost on it’s end, and I know how tough it was for me to see her sitting in the bus with other guys, we had eye contacts many times but acted as if we were strangers.

   A lot of things changed around me, the romantic movies in my video shelf were replaced by action movies, my facebook status changed to “single” from “it’s complicated”. It was hurting me day and night to see my love loving some body else. But there were my friends Asheesh and Anurag who were still with me, I thank god for giving me such a good friends, I noticed the power of friendship was far more than love, as love can leave you in midway but not true friends.

   From the moments spend with Simran I got the courage to talk with girls, I was no longer the same Sanjit who was shy from talking with girls, there were many other pretty girls in the college who were unnoticed by me.

One of Vandana’s friends proposed me in restaurant but I couldn’t reply her.

“Another girl?” thought came in my mind.

I started moving out of the restaurant. Will I be able to love her? Will I be able to tell her that she is not in my heart when I see her in front of my eyes? She is not the one about whom I have dreamed of spending my rest of life. Whatever she does I would be comparing her with Simran. I love Simran, Simran, Simran, and Simran. So why should I screw her life when mine is already screwed up......?...

I kept asking myself these questions as I walked out of restaurant.

'Where are you going??' she asked

'I am sorry', I replied.

'Sorry for what?

'Dont know, but I am really sorry', I said and moved on.

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