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This is in continuation to the first part already published here. Remember people, it’s a public blog, it’s not a single person’s. If you want the world to know about you and whatever you want to write on, this is the place! Cheers – Nitesh

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As days passed, he was taking a very keen interest in talking to her. After a while, he asked her for her mobile number and as expected, she gave it to him and then it seemed that a new era of communicating with her had commenced for him. He spent many sleepless nights thinking about her, and when he lied down to sleep, most of the time he dreamed of her only….

Going to his performance in class, he had started answering in class. Not much, but improvement was there. Before, he was scared to answer to any question in front of the whole class. A dread of getting insulted by his fellow mates or you can say the students in class developed, if he answers that question wrong or gives absurd answers. This dread of his started when he newly joined the school that is in grade 6.

He was selected as a class representative from one section for an inter-class spell bee competition. You must be wondering how did this guy get selected as class representative for INTER-CLASS COMPETITION?! The reason for this is that before he came to his new school, he was an intelligent but yes, reserved kind of boy; he always came in the top 3 students of his class. But after coming to this school, he didn’t know what happened to him (something which happens with a lot of us! – Nitesh). We’ll discuss upon this later. So where were we? Yes, he was nervous to get on the stage as he was new to school and didn’t know what to do then. He thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown after seeing that all the other members of his team were only girls… no boys! He started praying to God either to fast forward the time or to pulverize him there only. Now the competition started and he with a dreadful face was in front of his 300 school mates.

The first two rounds passed easily and he was happy about it as he didn’t answer any of the questions or spellings. Now the final round came and his class, that is grade 6, and grade 7 were having the same points. For this very last tie breaker question, he was given the mic. The word given to him was “chloroform”. As soon as the word was being called, all eyes of the students, principal, teachers, all people who were there, started looking at him. His teammates too were looking at him, waiting for an answer like it’s a billion dollar question.

He knew the spelling very well but the “do u know the answer looks?” by all made him more and more nervous. And as a consequence, he was not able to answer that. He started stumbling after he blurted out the letters ‘ch’. The rest of the letters just got stuck in his voice box and his so-called teammates were prompting the spelling to him repeatedly.

But he was not listening to them, he just gave up and the question was answered by grade 7 kids. After this little fiasco, only one thing was going around his mind-Now how would he going to face his friends?! This incident changed his life and from that day onwards he had never went up to stage. He just wanted to get lost in the crowd of 300 students.

You might be wondering why I am telling you about his past and that too which is far from related with romance and love. This is because in order to know this story, one must know about the main character of this story thoroughly.

Now coming back to our story, as I said he was getting a keen interest in texting with his newly made friend. He didn’t start with flirting or something like that. He just started with TAUNTING her in the name of a person (You can guess it, I dont know his name either) who had a crush on her. Or at least that’s what our nincompoop thinks. This taunting went for at least 4-5 months.

It’s only after so many explanations and proofs by her that he agreed that she didn’t like him. Actually he did know that she didn’t like him, it was just that he wanted to talk to her. No matter what the topic would be, he just wanted to talk to her. He started observing that he had started answering in class. His results started improving, his hairstyle changed from a mushroom cut to spiked one (partially). His shyness towards girls started to retreat. I know this sounds stupid but for him it seemed that an angel or a lucky charm for him was sent by the Great Creator.

One week passed talkig to her, actually not one week, only one weekend, but that seemed like a week to him. During the first weekend only, he talked to her so much that he felt that they had known each other for ages, but only he started to feel that. He didn’t know what that girl thought about him. He just IMAGINED that she felt the same way as he does. Yes, he imagined!

Next day that is on monday, he woke up on his own. Usually, his mother used to wake him up for school. But this day he got up and got ready early to match the timing of hers, that they would reach the school together. And that day, he did reach the entrance of school on that time only at which she had reached. She came out from her white BMW. It was like somewhere’s Crown Princess had just stepped out from her royal chariot, it all seemed like a dream to him. She was in her school uniform, yet she was looking like the princess of some country. At that moment, he was not able to resist himself from staring at her. Not literally, but yes he was staring. Then he came back into his senses and saw her coming towards her.

He smiled at her and she smiled back at him and they both went inside the school together. Then they entered their class and those smiles vanished from their faces as soon as they saw their friends.

by Lakshay Arora

**Do you want to write for the blog too? Send us an article then!**

People may remember The Story of a Teenager that I had published over the course of a few weeks. But here is the very article that inspired me to write that story. He’s one of my best friends, and all I can say is that I’m glad someone considers this site big enough to share his story on it. So cheers to life, and remember people, anyone can post an article, even if you wish to remain Anonymous. — Nitesh

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Once there was a guy who was like very reserved and boring. He had friends but not many. He used to talk with them but only on topics based on academics. Yet he was only an average students in academics. He didn’t have any laurels, no achievements, nothing. He was somehow a bit surreal. He was just in his own thoughts most of the time. He didn’t have a friend with whom he can share his thoughts but longs for one. He observed many boys and girls hanging out together and wished to have one girl for him. He was very shy type so he was not able to talk to any girl and if he gets to talk to any of them he stumbles while talking. He didn’t know how to start the conversation or what to talk with a girl, he just started stammering. Going to his appearance he was not that bad, hair coming till his forehead even if he combed his hair literary, long beard, a little corpulent, with almost six feet tall and a muscular body.

But then God seemed to be delighted with him. One day he met a girl, and you could call it an accident. Once in class, he was sitting with his friend and it was a free period and she came and sat down on the bench which is in front of where they are sitting. She came not for him but for his friend beside him to ask a question. And his friend was almost like him, basically shy but more intelligent than him.

As the guy observed, she smelled like freshly grown strawberries and rose. He wondered if she always smelled like that or if it was some kind of special perfume. Every time she blinked, he was compelled to look at her. Even though they both were in the same class but he had never noticed her from that angle. Yet now he was perplexed to see her. She was pretty, no doubt about that. His friend was not able to solve that question and then she asked him if he could help her with that question. This time, don’t know why, he didn’t stumble and contrived to answer that question easily. That time he felt very grateful. Afterwards, she thanked him and gave him a sweet smile.

After that, the three of them joined others who were playing a game called Dumb Charades in which one member of a team acts the name of a movie given by other team, that has to be guessed by his team in a specific time….Idiotic game! That’s what that boy thinks but yet he was playing that game because today he was happy as he met somebody he had never met before.

Then he started talking to her on a well-known social networking site, Facebook, even though she was added in his friend list some 2-3 years ago. Now he regularly started talking to her on Facebook and didn’t know from where now, but he was getting all those more topics to talk to her. A feeling of what you may call a LIKING for that girl started within him. But he was still oblivious from it, and he just started to enjoy talking to her. As days passed, he was taking a very keen interest in talking to her. After a while, he asked her for her mobile number and as expected, she gave it to him and then it seemed that a new era of communicating with her had commenced for him. He spent many sleepless nights thinking about her, and when he lied down to sleep, most of the time he dreamed of her only.

by Lakshay Arora

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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Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

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He felt ditched. Reason left him; how the hell could she not come in front of him?!

But as is the case with teenage boys, he got over this quickly enough. A week after that, he was jumping around like a spring chicken, oblivious to the worries of the world. It’s been said that true inspiration comes from a broken heart, but what about the inspiration when a load has been taken off your back? On top of that, it’s not like we teenage boys are the fastest at anything, are we? Hell, if we had a competition over this, I guess frogs would be more romantic than us.

Every single person nowadays has someone with whom they’ve fixed a song as ‘their’ song. In this period of time, he started listening to that song over and over again, and was shocked at how idiotic that song sounded to him. He tried to hear it again to find out why he had liked the song in the first place, but all rationality had left him. He changed his songs, but more importantly, he just gave a couple of tweaks to his life.

School life passed him by; after all, which kid his age would want to get up every day in the morning and think ‘yes, we’re going to start this chapter today!”? It was like it was always going to be. As long as you left the system alone, the system would not gobble you up. But there was something wrong with the way he felt towards school life. He started looking at life within those boundaries as just an intermediary to the larger picture, as just a stepping-stone towards the real world outside. I guess that’s actually the right way of thinking, but come on, which kid among us doesn’t want to go to school every day if only to meet his friends and have fun? Leaving aside some of the ‘un-social’ kids, if you may, but then, he wasn’t having any problems in that regard.

It wasn’t like he didn’t talk to girls at all. Earlier, you’ve already been told of his brief fling when he was all of 13 years old. But as is the case with most children of his age, it was never going to go on, and these two just drifted apart over time.

Perhaps he just didn’t consider himself ready enough to be drawn into this net of relationships. He had heard a lot of comments from people around him about how difficult it is to sustain a long relationship with someone, and some very hurtful comments towards their ex’es. And it horrified him that some situations can occur which can make someone think about another being in that way. I guess that was the reason he just made up his mind that he wasn’t big enough and man enough to take care of a special someone for a long time. He preferred to go about his life as it were, keeping everyone happy while not taking it any further.

He went to tuition, but it just wasn’t the same now. He missed the fact that earlier, he actually had someone to stare at when everything being taught in class was zooming right over him. The rest of his gang were fun enough, but something just felt missing. That did not mean that they didn’t have fun in class, joking with the teachers and spreading the gossip around them. These are the small little things which can make the most boring of things worthwhile, and he fell right back into it.

And then one day, his gang and he reached tuition early, and they went inside early because the helper was watering the pavement outside. Most of them were in a good mood then; it was a glorious day with a chance of rain in the next couple of hours. There were still 15 minutes or so left for the class to start, so they just started to do anything which came in their mind. After drawing faces of Scooby-Doo, Powerpuff Girls and a couple of other Cartoon characters which came in their minds, they started to mess with their own hairstyles, asking others just how big an idiot they looked like. And just when he had managed to make up his hair in such a way that half of it came into his eyes  and it was all standing out like a porcupine’s from the side, she walked in….

Imagine the expression on the poor guy’s face. Not the best second first-impression anyone would want to have on someone he was attracted to, was it? But he quickly regained his composure and included her in the fun. Though he seemed solid enough at the outset, a cold feeling had crawled up his spine. He had let go with such difficulty, but now that she was in front of him, the world just seemed a bit messed-up to his adolescent mind.

In the break, he again kind of ditched his friends to stay back with her and talk. With the pretext of catching up, they went on a long walk of the nearby areas, as far away as possible from the study centre that could be acceptable in those 25 minutes.

Remember the piles of concrete or whatever it is that looks a lot like sand, which you always see near any place where construction is going on? Sometimes the smallest of things, however irrelevant they may seem, are the biggest things possible in a normal person’s life, and you just can’t help yourself but try to climb over it and feel like a circus performer. That was the day he first held her hand, supporting her as she climbed over the huge pile out of childish want.

 Nitesh

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

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