LESSON 18 September 8, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 18.Tags: chat, end, girl, internet, life, love, rock on
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I had packed up my bags to get back to my home. I called up Nida and asked her to come to the station. She had agreed. Checking out at the hotel I went straight to the railway station.
She was there standing, waiting for me.
“hi Nida!”
“hey. everything kept in?”
“yeah.”
“hmmm… you wanted to tell me something na?”
“yeah yeah…..”
“So tell me.”
“ya….I wanted to tell you about the reason I came to Delhi. You know I came here without telling my parents.”
“WHAT?!?! what the hell you came here for ??”
“come on chill.! Thats what I am telling you…I came here for something very special.”
“ohk tell me now…whats so special.?” She said with a little teasing smile on her face.
“ummm…Nida …umm…I wanted to say…”
“what you doing? You are acting as if you are going to propose me.!” And she laughed. But she WAS right.
“yes…”
“what?” The humour faded.
“I love you.”
“no. tell me you are not serious.”
“I am. I came here just to tell you this. I would have told you this on the chat or may be even on the phone, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to tell you in front of you.”
“listen Parth. I like you. But…but its not love. I mean I don’t …I didn’t..oh god.!”
“what Nida ?? “
“I don’t love you. No I don’t.”
I was about to cry. But I smiled hiding my pain.
“its ok Its your life. YOU will get the person of your life.”
“ohh Parth I didn’t wanted to hurt you.”
“no its ok..its ok”
“We can be friends still?”
“yeah …we are friends.! No doubt.”
She smiled and suddenly hugged me at a crowded railway station. People wouldn’t be happy-some thinking about their morals and some simply jealous of me. But even I wasn’t happy. The reason was obvious.
The train came by and I went inside.
“phone me when you reach home.”
“yeah sure.” I managed to say that. The train left the station. I wanted to cry but didn’t cry because of the people. But may be bathrooms are made for the sole purpose of extracting the inner liquid. With the inner liquid goes out the pain. So, I cried in the stinking toilet of the train. Even managed to scare away two people sitting near the toilet. I wanted to cry alone. I wanted to surrender to the pain because I knew that it was the only method to wear it out. So, I cried. Cried till I was bored of crying. Cried till I was frustated of the smell of the toilet.
Time passed on slowly. Everything flashbacked. Every chat, every voice calls, every phone calls and every moment I was with her. Now remembering them was bringing in pain. But the mind became involuntary. It was out of control. Actually, it controlled me now. I can’t think of anything else but everything related to Nida. Suddenly, my home town arrived.
I went straight to my house. I wanted to get back to my parents. I wanted to say sorry to them. I wanted to hug them even if they would scold me. I didn’t care even if they beat me up. I loved them. I loved them. The autorickshaw stopped right in front of my house.
There they were. My parents, Chakradhar Mama, and the Gupta family including Sneha.
PS: going to indore tommorrow.
PS: will try to blogg from there also.
PS: hope you liked the story.
PS: The End …but still rock on!!!
PS:also read The Epilogue
LESSON 17- The Delhi memoir September 7, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 17.Tags: chat, delhi, gift, girl, internet love, love, new delhi, panipuri
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I had escaped my parents. But for the first time in my life, I was missing them. I don’t know why I thought that they will understand later and I was hoping that I will get selected in the JEE. May be I was too optimistic, but the situation demanded it.
The journey was boring but thank god it was small. I was about to reach Delhi. So, I gathered my luggage and went towards the door. Train was at the old Delhi station or the Delhi junction as it is known. I was happy and suddenly a little bit nervous now.
‘Calm down Parth. You have reached so far. Now there is no way that you will falter.’
Reminding myself “how great I am”, I went out of the station and found a nearby hotel which would suit my money needs. Money was a big thing now for me. Getting in the room, I phoned Nida.
“Hey I am in delhi.”
“wow. where are you ? I mean where are you staying?”
“at a hotel.”
“HOTEL?!?!”
“yeah..”
“But I thought you are coming to your relatives..”
“No I am here for a different reason and anyways I don’t have relatives in Delhi”
“ohh….so you are here as a tourist?” She laughed at this. Whats so funny?
“no no I am here for something else. I will tell you when we meet.”
“ohk…lets meet. But when?”
“when are you free?”
“i am free the whole day.”
“ohk lets meet now. In 30 mins.?”
“ohk gimme your address. I will come there to meet you.”
I was not thinking about that answer because I wasnt living in a very good hotel. I wouldn’t have liked her to see me here. What should I do?
“Meet me at the station? Old Delhi?”
“ohk sure. See you in 30. Bubye”
“bubye”
And a smile took control of my face. Last 30 min. before I meet the person whom I had loved, for whom I had studied hard and for whom I had come to a place where I don’t know anyone else. I went into a flashback of my life in the past one year. Every chat and every phone call clear in my mind still. How would have I forgotten? It was a very beautiful moment remembering it all. But life is not always beautiful. The phone rang.
The surprise man was calling.
“halo”
“what the hell are you doing?” He was certainly angry.
“ohh sorry mama. Just now got the room in the hotel. Was about to call you.” Lies sometime help us to get rid of all the drama.
“ohh ok. You are all right na?”
“yup.”
“so when are you meeting her?”
“30 mins. now 25.”
“ohh. best of luck.i wont waste your time now. bubye.”
“hey i gotto tell you one thing.”
“what?”
“MOM dad know I have ran away.”
“yeah till now they should have known this.”
“no actually they saw me boarding the train.”
“oh oh ….listen you don’t worry about it. do your thing and go back soon. I will take care of them.”
“oh mamu. thnx “
“yeah yeah. Now don’t waste any time. Go go go.” And he hung up.
God makes some crazy people. One of them was offcourse the surprise man. But I love him. I was here because of him. THANKS MAMA.
I tried my best to look better and after knowing that I can’t do any better I hurried off to the railway station. I was in time at the station. I wished she didn’t make me wait. I hated waiting. But she didn’t come late.
The nerves were creeping up. I was about to collapse. What was I nervous for?? I somehow managed to keep standing. And she came smiling.
“hey.how are you?” She had managed to identify me.
“as in front of you” Wow!
“so where should we start?” O.o
“..umm?”
“arey baba. where should we start from. tell na. you want to see Delhi or not?”
“oh yeah yeah.”
“what yeah?”
“u say . i don’t know about Delhi.”
“ohk lets see the nearby places.”
Standing at the shyama prasad mukherjee road we were thinking about the places when she ordered.
“Lets go to the fatehpuri masjid.”
“yup sure.”
“ohk”
We took an auto rickshaw which took us to the fatehpuri masjid.
the fatehpuri masjid
I was not a strong beleiver of even the Hindu god, but I didn’t mind praying at the masjid with a beautiful girl whom I loved. May be thats why they say that ‘love has no religion’ 
I was feeling pretty confident now that I had visited the mosque. Yeah, God seemed to be with me.!
And then we went to the very famous chandni chowk.
chandni chowk
Woo…..it was crowded.! And why not? It was in the old city and it was famous. We stopped at one panipuri stall.
“This is on me.” I told her.
“ohk. I don’t mind..”turning to the panipuri wala she said”…bhaiya badiya khilana (make it good)”
Now I know why Delhi is famous for the food. Even the simple panipuri tastes good. And to top it all I was with a girl.!
Then we took a ride in the auto rickshaw to a nearby restaurant. We talked and talked. About each other, about our habits, our places and about the various conditions we faced. We were knowing each other more and more. But it was time for her to leave.
“I gotto go.” I had booked the train for tommorrow evening. I had to tell her.
“yeah. ummm Nida. I want to tell you something.”
“what?”
“I am leaving tommorrow evening.”
“ohk I will come to see you off. Don’t you worry.”
“No. no! I want to tell you smething else.”
“what. parth say yaar . quickly.! I want to leave. A.S.A.P.!”
And my bloody phone rang. Surprise man. I had to pick up.
“Don’t worry I will come to se you off. tell me that time. ok? bubye.”
“ohk. bubye.” I said picking up the phone. And she went away.
………
“you cant get any other time to call?”
“what happened?”
“I was about to tell her.”
“so?”
“so???..” I almost screamed. “…so you ruined it all she is gone.”
“ohh. i am sorry.”
“yeah you should be.”
“anyways I will tell her when she comes to see off me at the station.”
“ohk.thats good”
“yeah yeah.”
“ok ok .i am keeping down now. and do buy a gift for her.” He hung up again.!
PS: longest post of the whole blog.
PS: the story is about to finish.
PS:one or two posts left. I don’t know how many, but not more than two.
PS:rock on!!!
LESSON 15 August 22, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson15.Tags: chat, delhi, girl, hindu, IIT, IIT jee, internet, life, love, mobile, muslim, proposal, propose, surprise, voice chat
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A few days had gone past IIT-JEE and I was trying to figure out the way to tell Nida about my feelings. I searched internet for the best possible way, but no one appealed to me much. My case was different. Internet love and that too with a Muslim girl- I, being a Hindu!! Wait a minute. There was age factor also.
She was 22 and I was only 18!!!
But they say love does not depend on age. And I thought my not taking age as a criteria showed that it was love-pure love.
Anyways, I still didn’t find an idea to propose her. I phoned the surprise man.
“halo..”
“halo mama. This is Parth speaking.”
“yeah say what u wanna say.”
“are you busy?”
“no”
“ok”
“what?”
“nothing .just wanted to ask you something.”
“go on”
“Now that my JEE is over, how should I propose Nida?”
“yo lover boy…..hmmm…serious issue”
“come on mama..” I was really serious.
“ohk.. tell her on the voice chat.”
“no”
“what no ?”
“i dont want to tell her like this ..”
“then what ? Do you think you should go to delhi and tell her about this…”
He wasn’t serious saying this, but it made sense.
“yeah..thats a great idea.!!”
“what??..who will you go to in delhi ?? Nida?? Where will you live??”
“in some hotel.”
“ya ya aur paise tera mama dega ??” Another idea.
“haan ..”
“what?? I am not funding you…dont you think of it”
“please !!”
“no”
“mama please yaar”
“Parth are you serious ??”
“yeah I am”
“ohk…but what will you tell your parents.”
“nothing”
“nothing??”
“ya i wont tell them anything about my going to delhi …i will just leave a note that i will come back in a few days dont worry”
“wow….and you expect them not to worry ?? come on they are your parents. they will no doubt worry for you.”
“they wont coz they haven’t. you just be ready with money and i will tell you later where to deliver it.”
Saying this I hung the phone and switched on the PC.
Nida was online, probably waiting for me. I took the initiative.
“hi”
“hey. how are you?”
“i m gud u say .”
“i m also good.. was missing you. 
“
“i was missing you too.”
” 
lets talk”
“wait I have some work today.” I had to do pre-journey things.
“what?”
“ya … I am coming to delhi.”
“really?” That ‘really’ said she was delighted.
“will you meet me?”
“ya ..sure why not”
“ok then.”
“wait take my cell no. call me when u r in delhi.”
“ok gimme”
She gave me her mobile no. and I signed out. I had never visited Delhi before. Still I didn’t search about the city. After all traveling wasn’t my purpose.
Delhi here I come.
PS: This update was due two days before but my net troubled me 
PS: Sher of the post.
“yeh sher nahi real life story hai……yeh sher nahi real life story hai …..
har bigadte ladke ke piche ..ek chori hai “
LESSON 13 August 3, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson13.Tags: chat, girl, internet, life, love, romeo, voice
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I had not logged on since the morning when I came to know that there was a ‘mysterious man’ Nida was talking to. This was the first time from so long that I wasn’t using my PC all day.
And surprisingly I wasn’t feeling awkward.
But I was feeling a little low. I had almost passed my day roaming in the house and avoiding the ’surprise man’. But this time he came to me.
“what happened Parth? any problem?”
“no…nothing.” I was still trying to avoid him. But he came back with some thing I didn’t expected him to.
“Nida se ladayi hui kya ?”
“WHAT???? How do you Nida?”
“well sorry ..but …uummmm…. I saw your chat history….just read that and came to know about her.”
“how can you do this ..” I was about say many things, but he interrupted.
“I wont tell anyone. Promise and may be I can solve your problem.”
“ohhk” I said with a sigh.
“so?”
“so what?”
“the problem.”
“oh yeah.” I was still thinking about telling him or not. What if he tells about this to mom and dad.? Anyways I took the chance.
“actually. we just started to talk on voice some day before and today she said she is talking to somebody.”
“so?” How many so’s????
“who was she talking to ?”
“must be someone”
“But she talks to me only.”
“who told u this ?”
“she herself. she told me that i m the only online friend who can be trusted to talk on voice.”
“ohh ok ok “
“what ok? “
“ask her”
“ask her what?”
“about the person she was talking to.”
“nooo”
“why? she is your friend right?”
“yeah”
“so ask her”
“ok”
“no oks. ask her right now.”
He took me by my arm and took me straight to my room and switched on my PC.
I signed in. She was still online. She is still talking to the ‘mysterious guy’???
I gathered some courage and typed in.
“hey. u still there?”
“yup. kidhar chala gaya tha ?”
“kahin nahi got dc”
“ok”
“u still talking to the guy u were talking to ?”
“wait a min. how do you know its a guy?”
“i dont know” I really didn’t knew and now I was wondering why I thought like that?
“well …i m still talking to the person.and well she isnt a guy. she is my sister.”
“ohhh…ok good.” Good!!! Why did I type good?
“good?”
“yeah good …u r talking to ur sister …thats good isnt it?”
I somehow managed.
Surprise man was sitting right next to me and smiling.
“parth i gtg yaar …..kal do come online ….and dont worry my sister wont b online tomoro …we would talk.”
“oh ok……” Surprise man took control of the keyboard and wrote”…..no i was not worried”
“ohk baba …cya.”
“ok bye..tc”
“u2″
I was angry about the taking control of the my keyboard.
“why did you type that?” I said angrily.
“dont show her that you are worried.”
“well and why is that?”
“never show a girl that you are interested.”
“interested??? in what?”
“in her….in her life …who she talks to and all that.”
“but why ??”
“Because she might think that you are trying to patao her.”
“what ??? I ‘m not patoing her.”
“oh dont you say . You want her .it shows on your face all the time ,Mr romeo!!!”
And he went away. I was still thinking about what he said. I never thought like this before. Am I in love and that too with a person whom I haven’t met yet??
Is this love?
PS: dont know if you would like it…
PS:why do people sometimes talk shit??
PS:anyways sryy for last PS
PS: song of the post
is this love(kismat konnection)…i hope this isn’t copied
PS:happy friendship’s day!!
PS: ROCK ON!!!!
LESSON-12 July 8, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 12.Tags: chat, girl, google, internet, life, love, PC
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It was 10′ O clock in the morning and I woke up. The sleep was pretty good. Better than the normal days. I just thought about Nida and thought about her voice. It was feeling nice and thinking of her voice I thought about freshing myself up and chat. I was conscious about my voice now, like never before. Now I knew it was good. Smiling to myself I opened the door and my smile turned into anger.
“Surprise man” was standing there.
“Wow gr8 timing.”, he just said this and went inside; started my PC.
“…Where is ZUMA???”
“Didn’t install it.”, he might have known this.
“WHAT?? I told you na.”,trying to look a little dangerous so that I would obey his orders but it didn’t work and he continued.”OK .I will install it anyways.”
I just nodded and went to the bathroom. I was thinking about ‘How to get the surprise man out of my room so that I can talk to Nida’. My brain was stuck. I don’t know why I don’t get any ideas when I really need them.
Suddenly, I got an idea.
I went in search of the cordless we have. ‘Search’ because I seldom used it. Finally I founded it hiding under the sofa-sheets.
Next target was our ‘FPD’, not the ‘flat panel display’ but the ‘Family phone diary’. I somehow managed to find it also. And now the final ‘mystery’ to be founded out was my MATERNAL GRANDMA‘S NO. I dialed her number. It had been quiet a long time since I talked to her. I started without listening to the voice on the other side.
“hallo, main Parth bol raha hun . kya main nani se baat kar sakta hun( hello , I am Parth. Can I talk to grandma ?)”
But the voice on the other side continued.
“For the new number please dial the previous number again after the beep.”
I smiled on that.BEEEEEP
I dialed the number again. And the “MISS” computer talking to me gave me the new number. I dialed the new number again and started walking back to my room with the cordless in my hand.
“hel- lo?”, a shaking voice inquired.
“Namaste nani. Main Parth bol raha hun.(I m Parth speaking)”
“Areeey beta kaisa hai tu?” I don’t know why women of all age start with asking questions. Or did I?
“Main thik hun nani. Aap kaisi ho? aur kya chal raha hai?”
Talking a little bit more I managed to reach my room. And then I implied the most important step of my idea.
“Lo Chakradhar mama se baat karlo.” He stretched his left hand with his right hand still on the mouse playing ZUMA.
“Bahar baat karo mama. Yahan awaaz nahi ayegi.” I said keeping one hand on the receiver. He took the cordless and walked out of the room. My idea was almost successful.
I went to the door behind him and locked it from inside. Then went back to my PC and started some songs-put on the headphones. Headphones were to avoid the ’surprise man’. They could rescue me if he started to knock on the door ,which I knew, he would.
Now I was ready to do what I wanted. I signed in my messenger. It was about time that Nida would be online. And yes she was. I typed.
“hiiiiiiiiiiii”
“hey.hows u?”
“i m gud .wat bout u ?”
“me 2 good.”
“wait i will call.”
“no dont call”
“y????”, I was surprised and it was obvious.
“i m talking to someone.”
“ok”
“well who is he?”
No reply came. I waited for some more time.
“hey u thre?” No reply again. But the reason was that my internet connection was lost and would take a little time to regain itself. I didn’t waited for it. I just turned off my PC.
WHO WAS THIS MYSTERIOUS MAN????
PS: dont know what to write in ps.
PS: anyways one thing can be written.
PS: someone is searching at google with my name :-O
LESSON 10-The uNuSuAl visit June 23, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 10.Tags: chat, cloth, father, girl, hell, life, love, mother, mouth, shock, stick, thief, unusual, update
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After talking to Nida on the voice chat I spent all night thinking about her. I don’t why I did this. But I was feeling nice thinking of her, thinking of her voice and thinking about the voice when she smiled!! I was feeling good. I noticed the wall clock, which was hanging from so many days had stopped working. I didn’t really wanted it till now. I was eager to know the quantity of time I spent thinking of her.
“This clock wont show time when I want to see.”, I whispered to myself. I remembered about the small watch I had been gifted from a friend on my birthday. But I forgot where I kept it. Shit!! How can I forget it!
I searched it under the bed, in the drawer, in the almira, took out all the clothes just to check in them. Frustration and anger were building in and I still couldn’t find it. I had searched all my room.
I thought about it once more but ended up nowhere. Drank a glass of water and my mind clicked.
There was a wall clock in the guest room.
I went into the guest room without waking my mother and father. I looked at the wall clock and I was shocked!! It was 4 am and I have been thinking about her since 10 pm last night!!!
I was thinking about this and I heard knocking on the door. I was surprised. ‘Who will knock at 4 in the morning???’
My mind started working. It can be a thief or may be a thief with a weapon(both are different mind it).
The fear was starting to build. But I had to do something. The knocking was becoming louder..louDER…LOUDER!!!!
I went to my parents room.
“papa, mamma wake up!!!!”, I screamed. They were quick. Both of them came out and I told them the reason to wake them up.
“pick up the stick lying there.”, my father ordered. The knocking was growing.
My mom picked up a long cloth just to grapple the ‘thief’.We were prepared. Dad with the cloth, mom ready to open the door and me ready with stick.
Mom somehow gathered strength and opened the door. Dad quickly put the cloth and I started to beat the hell out of the ‘thief’. I suddenly thought,’why will the thief come through the door ????’ I knew I had done something wrong and my parents had also got involved in it. I suddenly stopped and pulled off the cloth on the ‘thief’.
And we were there standing with our mouths open in a shock!
PS: sorry for a late update.
PS: question of the day does unusual happen?
