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 “

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!!