LESSON 18 September 8, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 18.Tags: chat, end, girl, internet, life, love, rock on
10 comments
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
9 comments
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 16 September 4, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson16.Tags: delhi, escape, girl, indian railways, internet love, life, love, phone call, railways, trains
4 comments
It was early morning- about 3. In my whole life I had not woke up THIS early. But determination makes you achieve the unachievable.
At 3, from all of my knowledge, my parents would be asleep. I went to their room to check. I was right. According to my plan I had to write a letter stating my visit to ’some’ place not telling about Delhi and not telling about the reason. While making the plan I knew they would worry about me, but I didn’t care.
But now my heart pounded, as if trying to force me not to go. But I had made my mind and my mind prevailed over my heart. I didn’t knew why, but my hands were shaking. I was feeling very weak holding the pen.
I somehow wrote the letter. I wrote:
Mom Dad I love you. I will come back. love you always.
This wasn’t in the plan. I had made something else to write but sometimes feelings are instantaneous.
I kept the letter near the main door and went out queitly. Offcourse,I had the keys!!
Before going to the auto stand I looked back at my house.
“I will come back” I whispered as if I was a soldier going in the war. But who was I saying this to? Was I saying this to my parents whom I had always blamed for everything bad in my life?? May be yes.
I was feeling unusual leaving the house. Leaving my parents.
But I still carried on and reached the railway station.
Gave 70 rupees to the auto rickshaw driver and went inside the railway station and suddenly my loving feeling gave space to disgust.
My train was 3 hrs late !!
I found an empty seat and sat there. The Great Indian Railway system had become a topic for my brain to mull over and remind me all the worst words in any dictionary!!
One hr passed by. I somehow managed to get bore very patiently. But then I realised that my parents wake up at 6 and they would know that I am leaving..!!
What if they come here?? What if they didn’t let me go??
The disgust became fear and everybody(including me) knows that fear leads to anger. So, finally I was angry on the Railways. But I had nothing in my hands. I wished that my parents didn’t come to the railway station in time.
As I had nothing in my hands, I decided to relax and do something which would deviate my mind. I dialed a number.
“hulo?”
“hey Nida.! I am Parth.”
“who?” WHO??!!
“Is this Nida speaking ??”
“No. wrong number.” And she hung up, offcourse frustated.
I glanced at my mobile screen. FUCK!! I dialed the wrong number. SHIT!! Two rupees wasted !!
I was concerned about the money but I dialed Nida’s number this time, correctly.
“Hey. Where are you?” No hellos, no hi. Even not assuring who is calling. Girls are at times fools.
“I am at the railway station. The train is late so thought of calling you.”
“ohh… How late?”
“three hrs”
“oh my god.! Good that you called me. I was wondering when will you be coming. You didn’t even tell me the train you are coming from.”
“what if I tell you? WHat would you do?” Boys are at times too logical.
“I would have come to recieve you na.”
“No you wont. Why you troubling yourself ??”
We talked and I passed my time. The time of arrival was 5:55 am and it was 5:50 am. This train didn’t stop much so I was to be quick. We were still talking just when I saw some trouble.
I saw my parents entering through the main gate of the station. The train had also arrived and was just about to stop.
“Nida I will talk to you later.”
“yeah ok…tell the train name.”
“No i will talk when I come to Delhi.”
“Tell na come on.” The train had stopped.
“No means no!!” I shouted and my voice enough to let my parents know where I was. FUCK..!! They saw me..!!!! My father was running towards me. I was in no mood to stay back.
I jumped in the train.
My father shouted my name various times trying to stop me. He was still far away. I had a very slim chance to escape. The train started moving and I began running towards my seat. My father running as hard as he can. But the train was faster. My mom screaming at her best, trying to convince me to get off the train. It was a total filmy scenario. But the hero survived.
My dad was unable to catch me and the train was moving quickly.
Suddenly I heard a voice. It was very weak. The call was still on.
“hey ” I managed to say.
“what happened??”
“nothing. just had to run and catch the train.”
“ohh. which train?”
“come on Nida I would tell you. I am ending the call. I don’t have much balance.”
“ohk. But do let me know when you enter Delhi.”
“ohk”
“bubye…take care”
“take care”
Here I come mon amour.
PS: going to IndORE in a few days
PS: updates will be quick from now on. keep reading.
PS: will miss my blogging 
PS:mon amour is french and means my love.
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
6 comments
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-14 August 12, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 14.Tags: coaching classes, girl, IIT, IIT jee, love
8 comments
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-’The surprise man’. 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.
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.
One day I called him. It was 1 a.m. and naturally he was sleeping.
ring ring ….ring ring…..
“hallo…umm .. i m sleeping gunnite.”
“hey wait!”
“parth?” He questioned.
“yep”
“what the hell…”
“listen listen…”, I tried to calm him down.
“ok say.”
“i am confused…”
“about what??”
“about how to tell her…or if i should tell her or not.”
“ohhh ..that means you are atleast confirmed about your feelings” Was I??
“well…”
“tell her come on”
“how??”
“you talk to her daily …tell her..”
“its not simple..”
“y??”
“i dont want to tell this to her while chatting …i want to tell this to her when i meet her??”
“when are going to meet her??”
“thats where the problem is..”
“listen….mind your studies first..”
“dont you remind me of them”
“ohhh…which girl will like to say yes to a boy who doesn’t have a future ??” THAT struck me. He was right. No one would like to love a person who doesn’t have any sources of income. And in other case, I wouldn’t my self want my partner to suffer!!
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!!).
I went down all ready to go to class.
“will I get the breakfast??” I inquired my mother who was gaping.
“uhhh…oh yes sure..”
“thank you.”
I went in the room where my dad was preparing his bag for the office.
“hey dad…” I hate doing this.”…can I have the keys for the bike please. I need them to go to coaching.”
“what??” I knew he is surprised.
“the keys?”
“oh yeah sure. I will take the car today.”
I just smiled and went back to the kitchen took my sandwich and went outside towards my bike eating.
……COACHING CLASSES……
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 “where my class would be ?” Surprising certainly made sense. After some surprising activity she told me the room. I went there.
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 ‘that’ much. I knew I would have to worked hard and I was prepared for it.
Next class was Physics. I liked the subject as it was logical. The class was good. I was loving this day.
But god didn’t like it.
And hence came the chemistry period.
I wasn’t good in chemistry. I just passed in the subject. I was already under-confidence when my teacher asked.
“hey you …” Pointing his long finger towards me.”…tell me the answer of this numerical.”
“Don’t know sir.”
“dont knooooooww???” He was frustrated. Even I was because of the subject. This was going to be a frustrating class.!!
He ordered me to write whole notes of Thermodynamics three times.!!!
I had an option of leaving the classes again and sit at home. But I wasn’t ready to back off.
I wrote the notes three times.! I worked hard as hell. I regularly talked to Nida. She sometimes gave some ’signals’ as if she was interested in me. That boasted my confidence. I started doing better.
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.
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.
PS:counseling tomoro…. dont know what I m going to do.
PS:wish me luck…
PS: song of the post
sindbad the sailor (rock on!!)
PS: ROCK ON!!
LESSON 13 August 3, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson13.Tags: chat, girl, internet, life, love, romeo, voice
8 comments
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
10 comments
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 11- The Thief June 29, 2008
Posted by uNbReAkAbLe in lesson 11.Tags: addictive, CD, computer, deluxe, games, girl, life, love, PC, PC games, surprise, surprise gifts, thief, zuma, zuma deluxe
4 comments
And there he was lying down, on the floor, wounded obviously.
He was my MAMA(mother’s brother), Mr. Chakradhar. But he wasn’t moving and we were scared now, especially me, because I was the one who used the stick on him. My mother moved towards him slowly. He was still like ice. The fear surrounded me like air. Mother somehow had the courage to move towards him.
“SURPRISE!!!!” and he almost scared mother to death.
“SURPRISE”. Again and he jumped off like a monkey trying to have a little success in his show.
But he was as usual unsuccessful. He surprised us thats right but he didn’t make us any happier, instead we felt like troubled. As a person he was good but his surprises were weird. He thought he was very good at them.
I just thanked god for he wasn’t dead. I knew he was hurt but he wasn’t showing it because of the “surprise”. How FOOLISH!!!!!
“What was this Chakradhar? Its 4 in the morning and you didn’t even tell us you were coming.”, asked my mother.
“I was planning for a surprise..”saying this he moved to the kitchen to fetch some water. And he continued,”…and I know you were.”
‘WHAT CONFIDENCE!’- I thought.
Although he looks like a person who tried to make everyone happy, but most of the time he fakes it. This was one reason I didn’t like him. And the other one was-ZUMA DELUXE.
O.K. Let me explain this ‘zuma deluxe’. Its a computer game. A total time pass game in which the player has to shoot down balls of the same colors. It is, as people say, very ADDICTIVE. I don’t say that I don’t like people who play zuma, but I didn’t liked the ones using my PC to play it.
And that was the main reason for me to hate him. I knew he would use my PC.
“Aur Parth. wassup?”, he finally asked.
“Nothing much.”, I said this and turned away to walk to my room. I wasn’t interested and he probably knew it.
“I am coming to your room to play zuma.”, he said.
“I have deleted it from my PC.”, i said with confidence.
“I knew it …” and I stopped. “…here, take this CD and install it…..please.”
PLEASE!!!! Say please and take ones life.!!!!
These days are going to be shitty or may be zuma shitty!!!!
PS:Don’t take this as a review for ZUMA DELUXE. I really like that game.
PS:Days are going not good not bad.
PS:song of the day…..
Hindi:pyaar ke liye(thoda pyaar thoda magic) English: mountain(Good Charlotte)
PS:The Chronicles of First love coming to an end ?? find it here
PS: recent search engine word for this blog was “parth walunjkar” :O
