Anjali I Love YOU
Rahul: Hey Anjali.
Anjali: Hey Rahul. How are you?
Rahul. I am fine. And you are looking very gorgeous today.
Anjali: Why thank you, Rahul. You are looking very
handsome too.
Rahul: Oh comeon, you are just saying that.
Anjali: No need to be so modest Rahul. I am sure you are aware that you are one of the best looking men in this place.
Rahul: Oh stop now. Enough with the compliments.
Anjali: Ah, you are so modest Rahul. That’s why I like you.
Rahul: You like me.
Anjali: Oops, I shouldn’t have said that.
“Rahul,” Virat said, “walks up to our heroine Anjali with the stars glistening in the sky and taking her hand in his, looking into her beautiful eyes says,”
I had actually lost myself in those words of Virat
Wow. That was intense. I had actually lost myself in those words that Virat had said. I had written them but the way Virat said it, I was actually imagining saying those words. And man-were they intense!
“Rahul and Anjali kept looking into each other’s eyes,” Virat continued, “and then slowly, they moved towards each other,” Virat’s hands came closer, “their lips came close,” the distance between Virat’s hands continued to decrease, “and closer and closer, without a care in the world, under the glistening moonlight, two bodies and two souls,” God, how I wanted those two hands to meet each other, “were about to unite,” they were at touching distance now, “and then,” there that’s it, just 1 more second, “muah muah muah muah muah muah.” Virat’s two hands were supposedly kissing each other now but in the most ludicrous way possible. He had just taken the Mickey out of me. In exasperation, I grabbed my alarm clock and threw it at him. Virat ducked and the alarm clock crashed against the wall and fell on to Virat’s bed.
“Easy dude,” Virat said. “I didn’t know Anjali meant that much to you.”
“Shut up,” I said, “and I am not in love with her or anyone else for that matter. So stop making fun of me.”
“Now see,” Virat replied, “if you actually had an argument I would have listened to you. But even you know that you are falling in love with this girl and how much ever you deny it, the truth will come out sooner or later.”
“Oh shut up,” I said and left the room.
Frustration Point“Must be feeling lonely,” Virat commented.
“How do you know?” I asked in return.
“Oh come on dude! Why else would she be standing at Frustration point all by herself? Basic common sense.”
Virat was right. You didn’t go to frustration point all by yourself unless you wanted a moment of solitude. When things got too heavy for your mind, you go to frustration point and ponder about everything that’s wrong with the world.
Frustration point was one of the many points in Manipal. There was end point, peacock point, fish point, parota point and don’t ask me why Manipal seemed to be fixated with the term points. They just existed. Frustration point was this place in our campus just outside our college building which overlooked a grass land. It was a breath taking sight and when I had first reached Manipal and been to frustration point, I was stunned to see a sight of beauty in the campus itself. Again, none of us knew why it was named frustration point but we didn’t really care about the details. We accepted it as one the great unexplained mysteries of life. So frustration point or frustu became one of the most common hangout spots of the college. In 1st year we friends used to gather there almost every evening. Partially because the sight in the night was even more beautiful and partially because you could find couples making out here very often.
the great things about our classrooms was its architectureNow one of the great things about our classrooms was its architecture. The door of the classroom was actually in the middle rather than the beginning. And the benches were aligned in such a way that the 3rd bench fell right next to the door. So if you were lucky enough, while the professor was scribbling something on the blackboard, you could escape without him noticing. If the professor took the attendance at the beginning of the class, then there were quite a few who would try their hand at the great escape. Others were either too sincere or just too gutless.
Today I happened to be sitting at the other end of the classroom, the one away from the door. So I would have to make way around the entire class before making my escape. It wasn’t easy but I felt a strong urge to go to frustu. I felt if I didn’t go then I would be missing a huge opportunity. Like something could go missing from my life forever. I didn’t know why I felt like that. But I just did. I had no idea why after getting humiliated by this girl twice, I still felt as if I had to somehow talk to her. To speak to her and clear things up. Why? I wondered. There was no answer.
.....
“I am still going,” I told Virat as I closed my notebook and kept my pen in my pocket.
“You are crazy,” Virat said.
“Bring my bag back to the room, ok?” I said as I got ready to get up from the seat.
My first task was to go to the last bench of the classroom on our side. “You re crazy,” Virat said again. “All this for her?”
The professor turned. I got up from my seat and looking straight at Virat said, “Maybe,” and then I ran to the last bench of the classroom. I took the right most seat. The other students sitting on that bench looked at me as if I was a squat.
“Escaping?” the guy sitting next to me asked. His name was Shirsendu.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“But he hasn’t taken attendance yet,” Shirsendu said pointing towards the professor.
“I know,” I replied, “but I am bored,” and winking at him I again got up and stealthily made it to the last bench of the leftmost column, the one where the benches were closer to the door. 2nd step done, I thought to myself.
I prepared myself again. Two more steps left. I had to first make it to the 3rd row as that one was the closest to the door. Then the next time professor turned, I would make my escape.
I looked at the guy sitting next to me. It was Appu, one of those south Indians who spoke English with a heavy accent and had strange names. I mean, what kind of name was appu? “Wat ya dooing man?” Appu said in his typical style.
Man, talking to him was like a stretch. They would just screw up the English language as if they had been taught from childhood to screw it as much as possible.
“Nothing man,” I replied.
“You aar trying to escaap, aren’t ya?” Appu said. Are becomes aar in their language, I guess.
“Yeah man,” I replied, “but it’s an emergency. My brother just had an accident and I really need to go visit him. Doctors say he is in a very critical condition and that if I don’t go I probably would never see him again,” I said bringing fake tears to my eyes. This was the one way to shut up people like Appu. Or else they would drawl on forever and forever. “Oh,” Appu said, “I am saary.”
The professor turned. I took one look at Appu’s face, saw my opportunity and just before rising from the seat I kissed Appu on the cheek and said,” It’s ok man. I’ll tell my brother you send your love,” and then got up from the seat and escaped to the 3rd row. As soon as I reached there, the professor turned towards us again. I had managed to sit in just the nick of time.
I looked across at the other raw and saw Virat staring at me. He was revolving his index across his brain and pointing towards me to say I was crazy. And then he got his two hands up again and did that whole kissing thing again. I could see him mouthing, ‘muah muah muah muah muah.’
Oh, how I hated Virat. I looked straight again. The professor was still talking. Then, a minute later, the professor turned to write on the black board. As soon as he turned, I gave one last look to Virat, mouthed, “Screw you,” and then was out in a flash.
Rahul: Hey Anjali.
Anjali: Hey Rahul. How are you?
Rahul. I am fine. And you are looking very gorgeous today.
Anjali: Why thank you, Rahul. You are looking very
handsome too.
Rahul: Oh comeon, you are just saying that.
Anjali: No need to be so modest Rahul. I am sure you are aware that you are one of the best looking men in this place.
Rahul: Oh stop now. Enough with the compliments.
Anjali: Ah, you are so modest Rahul. That’s why I like you.
Rahul: You like me.
Anjali: Oops, I shouldn’t have said that.
“Rahul,” Virat said, “walks up to our heroine Anjali with the stars glistening in the sky and taking her hand in his, looking into her beautiful eyes says,”
Rahul: You know, Anjali, I have always been in love with you. Ever since I saw you on that night at Thaloor’s, I have never been able to stop thinking about you. Ever since I looked into your beautiful eyes, I have lost myself in them and I can’t find a way back. For I want to loose myself forever in those eyes. I want to keep looking at you as if there’s no tomorrow. I want to love you like no one has ever loved before. I want to be with you like no one has ever wanted to be with anyone else. I love you Anjali, I have always loved and I will always love you.”
Wow. That was intense. I had actually lost myself in those words that Virat had said. I had written them but the way Virat said it, I was actually imagining saying those words. And man-were they intense!
“Rahul and Anjali kept looking into each other’s eyes,” Virat continued, “and then slowly, they moved towards each other,” Virat’s hands came closer, “their lips came close,” the distance between Virat’s hands continued to decrease, “and closer and closer, without a care in the world, under the glistening moonlight, two bodies and two souls,” God, how I wanted those two hands to meet each other, “were about to unite,” they were at touching distance now, “and then,” there that’s it, just 1 more second, “muah muah muah muah muah muah.” Virat’s two hands were supposedly kissing each other now but in the most ludicrous way possible. He had just taken the Mickey out of me. In exasperation, I grabbed my alarm clock and threw it at him. Virat ducked and the alarm clock crashed against the wall and fell on to Virat’s bed.
“Easy dude,” Virat said. “I didn’t know Anjali meant that much to you.”
“Shut up,” I said, “and I am not in love with her or anyone else for that matter. So stop making fun of me.”
“Now see,” Virat replied, “if you actually had an argument I would have listened to you. But even you know that you are falling in love with this girl and how much ever you deny it, the truth will come out sooner or later.”
“Oh shut up,” I said and left the room.
“And look whom I just found?”
“The hydraulic power of the machines are related to its...” the professor drawled on in the class while me and Virat played a game of hangman in my notebook. “K,” I whispered to Virat hoping it could fill one of the 8 dashes that he had made in my notebook. “Nope,” Virat said and started drawing a hand on to an already existing face nearby the 8 dashes. “Damn!” I replied and stared straight ahead at the blackboard pretending that I was catching onto every word the professor had said.
“40 minutes more,” Virat said. 40 damn minutes before the class got over. Who would have thought that only 20 minutes of the class was over? It seemed liked I had been sitting here for eternity.
“And look whom I just found?” I heard Virat say out of nowhere.
“What?” I asked.
“The hydraulic power of the machines are related to its...” the professor drawled on in the class while me and Virat played a game of hangman in my notebook. “K,” I whispered to Virat hoping it could fill one of the 8 dashes that he had made in my notebook. “Nope,” Virat said and started drawing a hand on to an already existing face nearby the 8 dashes. “Damn!” I replied and stared straight ahead at the blackboard pretending that I was catching onto every word the professor had said.
“40 minutes more,” Virat said. 40 damn minutes before the class got over. Who would have thought that only 20 minutes of the class was over? It seemed liked I had been sitting here for eternity.
“And look whom I just found?” I heard Virat say out of nowhere.
“What?” I asked.
I turned to Virat and saw him staring out of the window.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
“Have a look,” he answered.
I looked outside the window. Our classroom was on the 3rd floor so I had nudge my head a little bit to see clearly what Virat was staring at. It was Anjali. She was standing alone, along one of the railings at Frustration point, staring into the horizon.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
“Have a look,” he answered.
I looked outside the window. Our classroom was on the 3rd floor so I had nudge my head a little bit to see clearly what Virat was staring at. It was Anjali. She was standing alone, along one of the railings at Frustration point, staring into the horizon.
“How do you know?” I asked in return.
“Oh come on dude! Why else would she be standing at Frustration point all by herself? Basic common sense.”
Virat was right. You didn’t go to frustration point all by yourself unless you wanted a moment of solitude. When things got too heavy for your mind, you go to frustration point and ponder about everything that’s wrong with the world.
Frustration point was one of the many points in Manipal. There was end point, peacock point, fish point, parota point and don’t ask me why Manipal seemed to be fixated with the term points. They just existed. Frustration point was this place in our campus just outside our college building which overlooked a grass land. It was a breath taking sight and when I had first reached Manipal and been to frustration point, I was stunned to see a sight of beauty in the campus itself. Again, none of us knew why it was named frustration point but we didn’t really care about the details. We accepted it as one the great unexplained mysteries of life. So frustration point or frustu became one of the most common hangout spots of the college. In 1st year we friends used to gather there almost every evening. Partially because the sight in the night was even more beautiful and partially because you could find couples making out here very often.
“I am leaving,”
And as young adolescent first years, there were very few thrills in the world as good as compared to watching couples making out as if they were all alone and sniggering at them.
“Maybe she could use some company,” Virat suggested bringing me back to the present.
I didn’t answer back. I looked outside the window at that lonely figure, standing all by her self and wondered what could be troubling her. Why is it that when a relationship gets over, one person tens to be more heart broken than the other? How is it that when two people who were so in love can’t work things out? Wasn’t love supposed to triumph above all? Or was their love just not strong enough to last the distance? Maybe they thought their love was strong but maybe all that was an illusion? Because as far as I knew, true love never gave up. There were just too many questions bothering my mind. All of a sudden I felt the need to go to Frustu as well.
“I am leaving,” I told Virat.
“What?” he said.
“I said I am leaving.”
“But where?”
Virat had a completely baffled look on his face. I nodded towards frustu and said, “There.”
“But the class isn’t over yet,” Virat reminded me.
“I know,” I replied, “I am going to escape when the professor isn’t looking.
“Dude, the door is at the other end. You’ll have to be really lucky to make it out. It’s not as if you are just sitting next to the door,” Virat pointed out.
Today I happened to be sitting at the other end of the classroom, the one away from the door. So I would have to make way around the entire class before making my escape. It wasn’t easy but I felt a strong urge to go to frustu. I felt if I didn’t go then I would be missing a huge opportunity. Like something could go missing from my life forever. I didn’t know why I felt like that. But I just did. I had no idea why after getting humiliated by this girl twice, I still felt as if I had to somehow talk to her. To speak to her and clear things up. Why? I wondered. There was no answer.
.....
“I am still going,” I told Virat as I closed my notebook and kept my pen in my pocket.
“You are crazy,” Virat said.
“Bring my bag back to the room, ok?” I said as I got ready to get up from the seat.
My first task was to go to the last bench of the classroom on our side. “You re crazy,” Virat said again. “All this for her?”
The professor turned. I got up from my seat and looking straight at Virat said, “Maybe,” and then I ran to the last bench of the classroom. I took the right most seat. The other students sitting on that bench looked at me as if I was a squat.
“Escaping?” the guy sitting next to me asked. His name was Shirsendu.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“But he hasn’t taken attendance yet,” Shirsendu said pointing towards the professor.
“I know,” I replied, “but I am bored,” and winking at him I again got up and stealthily made it to the last bench of the leftmost column, the one where the benches were closer to the door. 2nd step done, I thought to myself.
I looked at the guy sitting next to me. It was Appu, one of those south Indians who spoke English with a heavy accent and had strange names. I mean, what kind of name was appu? “Wat ya dooing man?” Appu said in his typical style.
Man, talking to him was like a stretch. They would just screw up the English language as if they had been taught from childhood to screw it as much as possible.
“Nothing man,” I replied.
“You aar trying to escaap, aren’t ya?” Appu said. Are becomes aar in their language, I guess.
“Yeah man,” I replied, “but it’s an emergency. My brother just had an accident and I really need to go visit him. Doctors say he is in a very critical condition and that if I don’t go I probably would never see him again,” I said bringing fake tears to my eyes. This was the one way to shut up people like Appu. Or else they would drawl on forever and forever. “Oh,” Appu said, “I am saary.”
I looked across at the other raw and saw Virat staring at me. He was revolving his index across his brain and pointing towards me to say I was crazy. And then he got his two hands up again and did that whole kissing thing again. I could see him mouthing, ‘muah muah muah muah muah.’
Oh, how I hated Virat. I looked straight again. The professor was still talking. Then, a minute later, the professor turned to write on the black board. As soon as he turned, I gave one last look to Virat, mouthed, “Screw you,” and then was out in a flash.
1 comment:
Omg!!!! Rahul is sch a crazy man!!!! Gosh... On one hand he ws saying dat he dsnt lv her nd on d othr he is doing all dis drama for her.... Soooo cuteeeee... Lovely... Nd must say der friendship... Ahhaaaa... Awsm...
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