Archive for March, 2012

In a time not akin ours, with people not unlike us, there was a teenager not unlike us. This is the story of how he found his life, his love, and how he went on to get what he wanted even when no one would have expected it from him. This isn’t an autobiography; it’s rather a hopefully heartwarming story which drew inspiration from my life. Yes, there are a couple of instances from my life, but each love-part is not taken from anywhere, and IS FICTIONAL!

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Go and read Part 1 here 

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Yes, it wasn’t the best of starts for him, but honestly, which teenager would care when he can get to sit with his crush like that? Some can go all high heaven for a chance to do so. And of course, the best part of Truth & Dare was to pair someone with his or her crush.

Soon after that, he had a fight with his mom over the dishes. He had eaten his sister’s birthday cake and forgotten to put it back into the fridge. It wasn’t anything big enough to fight over, but his mind really wasn’t in it. His mother sensed that he wasn’t listening to her, and further prodded him. Brought back from his daydreams, he snapped back at her, exasperated by everything going on in his life. One thing led to another, and he found himself trudging off all alone to his room for some privacy. He went there, sat down on the floor, and promptly started daydreaming.

Next day, he again got ready for school, but his mood just wasn’t in it. Games at school went some way to taking his mind off things, and he acted like a lunatic all day. His friends didn’t mind; as long as they got their dose of entertainment, why would they care about whatever madness he did? His mind wasn’t on studies all day, but I guess that could be said about half the school. It was a glorious day outside; the sun was out in its full-glory, yet there was that cool little breeze blowing which made every teenager’s head go crazy. You know the things you daydream about when you’re sitting in the middle of the exam hall with absolutely nothing to do. It was somewhat along the same lines, with the exception that he wasn’t really thinking about what to do with his friends like the rest of us normally would have.

Till now, he had fair falling all over his head in a heap. He didn’t really care about it before, but suddenly he started paying attention to his face and everything else that, you know, isn’t like normal guys. He combed down his hair, he spiked it up, he tried absolutely every possible kind of hairstyle. Exasperated, he nearly got a crew cut, but luckily someone talked him out of it. Such was his longing for her to notice him.

I’ve said that he was one of the more social kids of his age. He enjoyed talking to different people and sharing their problems, and if he could, try to give them solutions. But when he needed to have shared it with someone else, he preferred to clamp up and withdraw inside his shell. Some people can think over matters so much that they put themselves into a bad mood. His friends weren’t idiots; they did know that something was wrong. To see the clown of their gang suddenly sitting in his seat alone when the rest of the class was enjoying themselves in a substitution just wasn’t right. He wasn’t going to get away with his drama anyway; this is India, you know. Friends just cant let each other stay in a bad mood for long, and somehow or the other he cheered up and went about his life.

All that day and the next, he tried to draw out a plan as to how he could go up to her and actually talk to her. He did decide on his opening line, the topics he could talk over with her, and absolutely everything that he would want to know about her. He reached the centre well ahead of time, put his books inside and came outside to stroll around the place, waiting for her. He just wanted to have a glimpse of her, no matter what it took. But she never came, not that day, not the next, not that week…

Nitesh

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In a time not akin ours, with people not unlike us, there was a teenager not unlike us. This is the story of how he found his life, his love, and how he went on to get what he wanted even when no one would have expected it from him. This isn’t an autobiography; it’s rather a hopefully heartwarming story which drew inspiration from my life. There are a couple of instances from my life, but each love part is not taken from anywhere, and IS FICTIONAL!

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You couldn’t really fault him for being the way he was. If life had taught him one thing, it was to never trust others to do the work you could do yourself. Over the years, he had found out that the only way for children like him to merge in was to make yourself entertaining, to make yourself the clown of the gang. It wasn’t the hardest thing for him, he was in his element when he was allowed to talk free without any restraints, and somehow he found it a lot easier with people of all sorts than most others of his age.

Talking about his looks, they weren’t much to talk about when he was younger. Neatly combed hair stuck down over his round head, a protruding nose which was a bit curved at the tip, and eyes that were sharp yet sleeping. His dressing sense was like all children at first, exactly as his mother ordered him to. This started to change as he grew older. His features became more pronounced, and he started transforming into someone who people would term as good-looking. Not like the ‘oh, he’s so hot’ type, just plain old good-looking with softened features and a balanced face. As all children, he started to rebel when he entered double-figures and puberty started to set in. He felt each emotion a hundred times stronger, but the one emotion that eluded him was love.

As he grew up, he slowly started building his fame in the school. A couple of academic awards later and playing in the school football team, other students started knowing of his existence. It wasn’t like he was hard to get to, rather that he just didn’t bother to. A lazy kid some could call him, but one who could shine when it really mattered. He didn’t get along with everyone, but he didn’t despise anyone for not liking him.

The kid I’m describing wasn’t challenged in any way except for the fact that he wore spectacles. But seeing as a third of the population around him did so, it wasn’t really a big thing for him. In fact, there was nothing extraordinary about him. Good enough in academics, good in football, good with his friends, he was a Jack of all trades, master of none. I guess kids like him really were popular among his peer group. But despite everything, he never got a swollen head; it was all the same for him whatsoever the case. It wasn’t like opportunities didn’t present themselves for him to show off and make a scene; it just wasn’t in his nature.

The only field he wasn’t accomplished in was in matters of the opposite sex. These completely passed him by, and perhaps he just didn’t think himself ready to get into all of this. It’s not as if the girls around him weren’t pretty enough, it’s just that the one for him wasn’t among them.

He did try his hand at love, you know. There was a brief time when he was 13 when he thought he had finally grasped the meaning of interaction with the opposite sex. There was a girl in his class who he liked conversing to. He wanted to sit with her every day, wanted to know what happened to her everyday and what she did every day. But it just wasn’t meant to be. Before anything developed, the two of them grew apart. They didn’t have a fight; they just drifted apart over time.

He was a plucky kid, no doubt about it. Announcing to the world on Facebook that he was gay as part of a dare, he never stood down from making a mockery of himself as long as people around him were having fun. Kneeling down in front of innumerable girls to propose as part of the infamous Truth & Dare times, he set the benchmark for doing the things others would have been afraid to. People admired him for his bravery, and he basked in the glory of their admiration.

It was only when he approached his last 2 years in school when he found himself drawn into the net of social interaction. He started conversing with girls over the net, he started talking to them in person when earlier he would have ignored them, he just started to have a positive looking social sphere. People were entertained by talking with him, and he was glad to be of service to everyone. But even among the people he talked to, he never had the first inclination of the first signs of love. He never daydreamed about any single girl when he was alone.

Taking up group tuition when he reached his higher class, he started having a wider range. He was still popular in there, yet he was still trying to find his way. It was there that he set eyes on her for the first time. The way she tied back her hair, the way she held herself, it just appealed to the person inside him and he needed to know more about her. He didn’t even dare to go to her and ask her name, he found it out by peaking into the class list. Secret admiration grew inside him, and he was killing himself for a way to get to her.

It would be prudent to say that he lived on like this. He knew that he couldn’t pass a single moment without thinking about her, and he returned to Facebook with a new vigor. He started talking to a whole lot more people, he started putting more of his life onto the net, yet he didn’t dare send her a friend request. For doing so would have been him making the first move, and he didn’t dare do that. I suppose there was that political side inside him, which analyzed each situation far harder than he should have.

One day, he reached late to class because he was coming from a friend’s house. Miraculously, the entire class had chosen just that very day to all be present, and that wasn’t even an important class. I suppose most of them had gotten bored of bunking classes, and it was just unfortunate for him that they had chosen just that day to reach and enter on time. There wasn’t a single seat empty for him, any, except one. This was by her side. Reprimanded by the teacher, he went and sat down beside her. Normally, people would have been cursing the teacher for having embarrassed them in front of their batch. But he wasn’t thinking about any of that. After an hour of molar concepts, all he retained in memory was that she smelled of strawberries.

Nitesh

We’re back to the good old days, with no tension of upcoming exams and any other thought to weigh us down. Of course, there’s always the tension of the results and the report cards, but ah well, you can’t get everything in life, can you?

Sitting in an examination hall, we always daydream about what we are going to do once the exams get over and the crazy fun we would have with our friends. A lot of people end up lazing about at home, eating all day long and updating their FB status, to hell with those plans. But these times won’t come back ever again, school is going to start once again and we’re going to dissolve into the hectic oblivion that is school life. So I hope you enjoyed yourself in these few days, cos it’s not going to get any easier.

For my batch, it’s going to be the last year of school-life. Nostalgia is kicking in since we gave a farewell to the batch of 2012, and we just can’t believe that it’s all going to end soon. Cry all you like, everyone remembers school life and all the fun that it was. It’s hard to believe that we won’t ever be fully assembled again, that everyone is going their own separate way soon, and that friendships made can’t last forever. There’re the boards too, you know, but we shouldn’t ponder on the depressing thoughts, should we?

School life’s boring for some, but it’s heaven on Earth for others. I’ll be going to Hell when I die, but that’s not relevant right now. Within the infinite boundaries of school lies your childhood, the urge to succeed, the urge to be known, and the glory of enjoying. Bonds grow deeper, friendships spring up, and people get the social urge to interact. It makes us ready to face what’s out there in that big world, but that’s just old talk. Rather, it makes us ready to face what is inside us. I mean… each of us gets the urge to go and watch a movie every night, don’t we? School life controls that urge in us, by giving us homework…

I won’t go on forever because I do hate blabbing like this. It’s better when you’ve got a comrade in arms to do the dirty work with you, but no such luck for me. Chalo, I won’t bore you anymore. Vella tha, likhne ka mann kiya, and here it is. Best of luck for your results, now Ciao.

Nitesh