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		<title>Lesson-14</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[lesson 14]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[coaching classes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[girl]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[IIT]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Days passed by and I still talked to Nida. We knew each other very well. I was falling for her, but was still confused about my feelings. I had even made a  new friend-&#8217;The surprise man&#8217;. He was no longer the enemy. I happened to know him better. He was a person whom I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thelovecalledinternet.wordpress.com&blog=3757845&post=39&subd=thelovecalledinternet&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Days passed by and I still talked to Nida. We knew each other very well. I was falling for her, but was still confused about my feelings. I had even made a  new friend-&#8217;The surprise man&#8217;. He was no longer the enemy. I happened to know him better. He was a person whom I could look forward to and that too anytime.! Things changed quickly.</p>
<p>My classes were on the peak of studies now. More important chapters were going on nowadays. And surprisingly even I was worried now. But I was still uninterested in studies. Surprise man till now had gone back to his home. I was missing him. He was a good company.</p>
<p>One day I called him. It was 1 a.m. and naturally he was sleeping.</p>
<p>ring ring &#8230;.ring ring&#8230;..</p>
<p>&#8220;hallo&#8230;umm .. i m sleeping gunnite.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;hey wait!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;parth?&#8221; He questioned.</p>
<p>&#8220;yep&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;what the hell&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;listen listen&#8230;&#8221;, I tried to calm him down.</p>
<p>&#8220;ok say.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;i am confused&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;about what??&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;about how to tell her&#8230;or if i should tell her or not.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ohhh ..that means you are atleast confirmed about your feelings&#8221; Was I??</p>
<p>&#8220;well&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;tell her come on&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;how??&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;you talk to her daily &#8230;tell her..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;its not simple..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;y??&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;i dont want to tell this to her while chatting &#8230;i want to tell this to her when i meet her??&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;when are going to meet her??&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;thats where the problem is..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;listen&#8230;.mind your studies first..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;dont you remind me of them&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;ohhh&#8230;which girl will like to say yes to a boy who doesn&#8217;t have a future ??&#8221; THAT struck me. He was right. No one would like to love a person who doesn&#8217;t have any sources of income. And in other case, I wouldn&#8217;t my self want my partner to suffer!!</p>
<p>I HAD to study. If not for me, then for Nida. I was prepared to go to classes again. I went to sleep only to wake up 6 hours later to go to coaching( yeah I did it!!).</p>
<p>I went down all ready to go to class.</p>
<p>&#8220;will I get the breakfast??&#8221; I inquired my mother who was gaping.</p>
<p>&#8220;uhhh&#8230;oh yes sure..&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;thank you.&#8221;</p>
<p>I went in the room where my dad was preparing his bag for the office.</p>
<p>&#8220;hey dad&#8230;&#8221; I hate doing this.&#8221;&#8230;can I have the keys for the bike please. I need them to go to coaching.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;what??&#8221; I knew he is surprised.</p>
<p>&#8220;the keys?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;oh yeah sure. I will take the car today.&#8221;</p>
<p>I just smiled and went back to the kitchen took my sandwich and went outside towards my bike eating.<span style="color:#00ff00;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ff00;">&#8230;&#8230;COACHING CLASSES&#8230;&#8230;</span></p>
<p>I went straight to the reception to ask where my class would be. The receptionist was surprised. It was middle of the year and I was asking &#8220;where my class would be ?&#8221; Surprising certainly made sense. After some surprising activity she told me the room. I went there.</p>
<p>First class was mathematics. I loved this subject. I had worked hard in my twelfth grade and had good marks in maths. I knew it would be easy. It was easy but not &#8216;that&#8217; much. I knew I would have to worked hard and I was prepared for it.</p>
<p>Next class was Physics. I liked the subject as it was logical. The class was good. I was loving this day.</p>
<p>But god didn&#8217;t like it.</p>
<p>And hence came the chemistry period.</p>
<p>I wasn&#8217;t good in chemistry. I just passed in the subject. I was already under-confidence when my teacher asked.</p>
<p>&#8220;hey you &#8230;&#8221; Pointing his long finger towards me.&#8221;&#8230;tell me the answer of this numerical.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t know sir.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;dont knooooooww???&#8221; He was frustrated. Even I was because of the subject. This was going to be a frustrating class.!!</p>
<p>He ordered me to write whole notes of Thermodynamics three times.!!!</p>
<p>I had an option of leaving the classes again and sit at home. But I wasn&#8217;t ready to back off.</p>
<p>I wrote the notes three times.! I worked hard as hell. I regularly talked to Nida. She sometimes gave some &#8217;signals&#8217; as if she was interested in me. That boasted my confidence. I started doing better.</p>
<p>IIT-JEE came. I knew it was D-Day. I had to do it. I had worked hard enough. Thinking of Nida, I went in.</p>
<p>The whole day went in giving the exams, but in the end I was happy. The exam was good. Now it was time to tell her.</p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">PS:counseling tomoro&#8230;. dont know what I m going to do.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">PS:wish me luck&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">PS: song of the post</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">sindbad the sailor (rock on!!)</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">PS: ROCK ON!!</span></p>
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