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		<title>LESSON 7</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[OH MAN!! I had always wished that i should have been a Christian and not a Hindu just because  Hindus have  a lot of customs before marriage. I don&#8217;t know about how Christian marriages are done but they seem pretty short.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>OH MAN!! I had always wished that i should have been a Christian and not a Hindu just because  Hindus have  a lot of customs before marriage. I don&#8217;t know about how Christian marriages are done but they seem pretty short.</p>
<p>Anyways I am a Hindu and I was bored at  the function. You might be wondering why I was bored when Sneha was there in the function. Yes she was there, but the fact that it was her brother&#8217;s marriage kept her away from me. Actually, not just me but also her other friends which included Akash Ahuja, my classmate or to be precise my bench mate.</p>
<p>Akash was a smart boy, but he wasn&#8217;t a person who can think good about anyone but himself. &#8220;First me!&#8221; was his policy.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know how he did it but he got admission in one of the best colleges. May be by using the FIRST ME policy. I don&#8217;t know!!!</p>
<p>Being with him made the time horrible for me. I always hated him siting besides me, but our class-teacher always used to make us seat together.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hi Parth!&#8221;, finally after avoiding him sooooo much he got me.</p>
<p>&#8220;hey!!&#8221;, I said trying to smile.</p>
<p>&#8220;wassup? which college man?&#8221; Fuck!! This was the last thing I have ever imagined to answer him and he knew it. First ball and ISSSTRIIIKE!!!!</p>
<p>&#8220;I just took a drop.&#8221;, I tried to be as calm as possible.</p>
<p>&#8220;Is it ??? Very brave. But you should have gotten into some college. Isn&#8217;t it??&#8221;, he said raising his eyebrows.</p>
<p>&#8220;yeah&#8230;but&#8230;&#8221;, and my angel came once again saving me.</p>
<p>&#8220;PARTH your father is calling you. Time to go to home.&#8221;, she smiled again!!</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh.&#8221;, the only words which came out from my mouth and I was moving. Just then I stopped, turned back and said, &#8220;Nice talking to you Akash. Catch you later sometime.&#8221;</p>
<p>I thought I had won the game(of escaping the serious questions), but then something really weird happened.</p>
<p>&#8220;Just a minute Parth.&#8221;, Akash asked me for a minute!! &#8220;Let me introduce you to my girlfriend&#8230;&#8230;Sneha.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>I saw him holding Sneha&#8217;s hand. The dream of meeting her was over in a flash. And the worst part was being beaten once again by Akash. I tried to smile and went back to my parents. They were waiting for me near the car.</p>
<p>We reached home and in the meanwhile I was only thinking about Sneha with Akash. It was agony in its purest form.</p>
<p>I went to my room, switched on my P.C. and signed in. There were some off line messages from Nida. She wasn&#8217;t online now but the messages said she would be online tomorrow morning.</p>
<p>Nothing going write!! Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck!</p>
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