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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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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hey...brother its really a nice beginning...!!!
ReplyDeletegood work buddy...!!!
waiting for the next...