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His first crush .... how he hated her....
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His first crush .... how he hated her....
Hi,
I never believed in love at first sight, you see the person, you ignore him, natures give you opportunities to meet and talk. You hate each other and try to ignore each other. You never know what is waiting for you in the future. The feeling irritates you all the time and you hate to see that face around you. And then a time comes when you are addicted to its presence, you can’t stay away from it. You want to be scolded by it, you want to gain attention every time, every minute. And then sometime you start doing things that are stupid but you know it will gain you attention. Passion turns into obsession and everything you do is governed by someone else’s presence. You think of her all the time. I don’t know but I think nature every time will make you realize how important that person is. You make plans for give her surprise and that day you don’t see her, that day you realize how much you miss her. You wont accept and you will curse her “what the hell was the problem, why dint she come, she hurts me”. We never realize the importance of the thing when it is close.
“hey niti can I borrow your science notebook, I have to finish a chapter by tomorrow”
“Sure, but bring it tomorrow without any fail!!”
“Sure I will”
He was pretty astonished, they had a class test the next day and niti gave him the notebook. She had to prepare, he wondered.
“She is so stupid, she doesn’t know we have a test tomorrow” he thought.
Simran was shocked……… “hey niti you gave him the notebook, now what will you do for the preparations”.
“Don’t worry he needed the copy, I know the chapter pretty well. I need not revise”
“Why do you keep helping him all the time?”
“What is your problem……… stammerer, she gave it to me what is your problem. I dint ask the notebook from you. She is my friend it is her wish”
It made niti angry and she shouted at both of them.
Simran knew niti had feelings for vishu. But she personally disliked this boy. Off course he was such a brat, never listening to the teachers, never did his homework, was never dressed properly, created nuisance in the class all the time. Notorious was the word for him, reading comics in the class all the time. All the time standing in the defaulter’s line. There wasn’t a week when he wasn’t standing in front of the principal’s office. He wasn’t that high profile but still he was in his world all the time. Totally lost all the time and did what he wanted all the time. In spite all the things he did in the class, he was favorite to all the teachers. They loved him because of his sincerity. They loved him because of his innocence. And niti loved him too ……….. a lot.
Vishu had a small bicycle he rode on all the time, a ranger bike. And he drove it all the time like he was on cloud nine. Doing stunts on his cycle all the time, he drove it the school along with his friends. They all raced each other on the way back to their home. Nitti all the time wished, she would ask him to teach her how to ride that machine. But she never dared ask him fearing that he won’t allow her to ride it. May be she was right at that time because vishu cared a lot for his bike. He was saving for a new bike that he wanted to purchase someday with his pocket money…….. saving the money from his small pocket money. How much can a seventh standard boy will get as pocket money, but he was determined. Yeah and all the time he dreamt of something or the other, he had some aims but he never knew how to realize them. An aimless life I can call it, he had some aims but dint have the path, the light to follow.
Another thing he loved a lot was his 16 bit arcade gaming machine which he spent most of the time with, sometimes he spared time for cricket with his friends, but somehow he was inclined towards more and more of gadgets and not into the real life. Computer games and gadgets is what he liked all the time.
They were best friends. Neeti and Simran... they shared the same bench, stayed together in the break. There usual time pass was to roam here and there in the entire playground giggling over topics which I never understood. But one thing it pinched Vishu all the time, cause he thought they were talking stupid about him, pointing at him all the time. So he also tried to belittle them all the time, he had a small gang of his own. 3-4 friends, all average students of his class, played cricket with the bouncy ball in the break, created nuisance in the class, cheated in the class tests. This was their lives. Pretty simple and he never thought he had something waiting for him. “His first crush in life”.
The teacher sent him out of the class. He dint do his homework and tried to cheat it from someone elses notebook. The teacher asked him to bring the notebook, but he was standing there looking at his desk. And then something came to his mind, and he took that notebook and went to the teacher. Mathematics he hated it always, hated to solve the sums, and finding the angles and distances killed him. Well he was afraid of that teacher too.
"Vishu u have copied it all from sahil`s notebook"
"No sir, i did it myself"
"Dont you lie to me!! Tell me the truth .. dont lie to me or else its gonna be too bad for you"
"I did it all myself..... "
Poor kid.. he dint see the frustration of the teacher ... he dint like vishu at the first place......
"Then how come you have the same roll number as sahil.... u have copied his roll number too!!! how dare you lie to me"..... the teacher shouted and it was pretty harsh for vishu this time....
The entire class started laughing .... and poor vishu he stood there ... staring at his shoes... not daring to face his teacher............ he looked up and there she was sitting, 3rd bench middle row... with her friend simran, giggling naughtily over poor vishus condition. He wanted to give her a filthy look but he wasnt in the position right now. He wanted to shout at her but................. and the teacher blasted again..........
"Tell me the truth vishal..........."
Complete silence in the class......... the boy was literally scared this time.... but he dint have anything to say ....
"I`m sorry"
SMASH.......... ... pin drop silence.............. and everybody was so silent........ but the boy was burning .. at least the left of his face was!!!! And his eyes were filled ... filled with tears, he dint raise his head with the fear that someone will notice his moist eyes....
Its sometime strange, to the entire world you look like as if you are doing nothing and you are sitting idle, but deep inside you have a million thoughts running in your mind. you cant explain it to anyone, you cant explain it to yourself. You want to stop your mind and you want your mind to be dead, you want to have a button attached to your mind which shuts it down but again.. there aint an option. You have to bear with your mind. painful it becomes sometime. you cant think you cant sleep you cant eat.... and you cant die. A picture runs through the mind, telling you what all things you did wrong and what all things you wanted to do the other way round.... but now there is no turning back. Only the memories, and it depends upon you whether you want them to cling to you or you want them to let go.
Regards
Arun
I never believed in love at first sight, you see the person, you ignore him, natures give you opportunities to meet and talk. You hate each other and try to ignore each other. You never know what is waiting for you in the future. The feeling irritates you all the time and you hate to see that face around you. And then a time comes when you are addicted to its presence, you can’t stay away from it. You want to be scolded by it, you want to gain attention every time, every minute. And then sometime you start doing things that are stupid but you know it will gain you attention. Passion turns into obsession and everything you do is governed by someone else’s presence. You think of her all the time. I don’t know but I think nature every time will make you realize how important that person is. You make plans for give her surprise and that day you don’t see her, that day you realize how much you miss her. You wont accept and you will curse her “what the hell was the problem, why dint she come, she hurts me”. We never realize the importance of the thing when it is close.
“hey niti can I borrow your science notebook, I have to finish a chapter by tomorrow”
“Sure, but bring it tomorrow without any fail!!”
“Sure I will”
He was pretty astonished, they had a class test the next day and niti gave him the notebook. She had to prepare, he wondered.
“She is so stupid, she doesn’t know we have a test tomorrow” he thought.
Simran was shocked……… “hey niti you gave him the notebook, now what will you do for the preparations”.
“Don’t worry he needed the copy, I know the chapter pretty well. I need not revise”
“Why do you keep helping him all the time?”
“What is your problem……… stammerer, she gave it to me what is your problem. I dint ask the notebook from you. She is my friend it is her wish”
It made niti angry and she shouted at both of them.
Simran knew niti had feelings for vishu. But she personally disliked this boy. Off course he was such a brat, never listening to the teachers, never did his homework, was never dressed properly, created nuisance in the class all the time. Notorious was the word for him, reading comics in the class all the time. All the time standing in the defaulter’s line. There wasn’t a week when he wasn’t standing in front of the principal’s office. He wasn’t that high profile but still he was in his world all the time. Totally lost all the time and did what he wanted all the time. In spite all the things he did in the class, he was favorite to all the teachers. They loved him because of his sincerity. They loved him because of his innocence. And niti loved him too ……….. a lot.
Vishu had a small bicycle he rode on all the time, a ranger bike. And he drove it all the time like he was on cloud nine. Doing stunts on his cycle all the time, he drove it the school along with his friends. They all raced each other on the way back to their home. Nitti all the time wished, she would ask him to teach her how to ride that machine. But she never dared ask him fearing that he won’t allow her to ride it. May be she was right at that time because vishu cared a lot for his bike. He was saving for a new bike that he wanted to purchase someday with his pocket money…….. saving the money from his small pocket money. How much can a seventh standard boy will get as pocket money, but he was determined. Yeah and all the time he dreamt of something or the other, he had some aims but he never knew how to realize them. An aimless life I can call it, he had some aims but dint have the path, the light to follow.
Another thing he loved a lot was his 16 bit arcade gaming machine which he spent most of the time with, sometimes he spared time for cricket with his friends, but somehow he was inclined towards more and more of gadgets and not into the real life. Computer games and gadgets is what he liked all the time.
They were best friends. Neeti and Simran... they shared the same bench, stayed together in the break. There usual time pass was to roam here and there in the entire playground giggling over topics which I never understood. But one thing it pinched Vishu all the time, cause he thought they were talking stupid about him, pointing at him all the time. So he also tried to belittle them all the time, he had a small gang of his own. 3-4 friends, all average students of his class, played cricket with the bouncy ball in the break, created nuisance in the class, cheated in the class tests. This was their lives. Pretty simple and he never thought he had something waiting for him. “His first crush in life”.
The teacher sent him out of the class. He dint do his homework and tried to cheat it from someone elses notebook. The teacher asked him to bring the notebook, but he was standing there looking at his desk. And then something came to his mind, and he took that notebook and went to the teacher. Mathematics he hated it always, hated to solve the sums, and finding the angles and distances killed him. Well he was afraid of that teacher too.
"Vishu u have copied it all from sahil`s notebook"
"No sir, i did it myself"
"Dont you lie to me!! Tell me the truth .. dont lie to me or else its gonna be too bad for you"
"I did it all myself..... "
Poor kid.. he dint see the frustration of the teacher ... he dint like vishu at the first place......
"Then how come you have the same roll number as sahil.... u have copied his roll number too!!! how dare you lie to me"..... the teacher shouted and it was pretty harsh for vishu this time....
The entire class started laughing .... and poor vishu he stood there ... staring at his shoes... not daring to face his teacher............ he looked up and there she was sitting, 3rd bench middle row... with her friend simran, giggling naughtily over poor vishus condition. He wanted to give her a filthy look but he wasnt in the position right now. He wanted to shout at her but................. and the teacher blasted again..........
"Tell me the truth vishal..........."
Complete silence in the class......... the boy was literally scared this time.... but he dint have anything to say ....
"I`m sorry"
SMASH.......... ... pin drop silence.............. and everybody was so silent........ but the boy was burning .. at least the left of his face was!!!! And his eyes were filled ... filled with tears, he dint raise his head with the fear that someone will notice his moist eyes....
Its sometime strange, to the entire world you look like as if you are doing nothing and you are sitting idle, but deep inside you have a million thoughts running in your mind. you cant explain it to anyone, you cant explain it to yourself. You want to stop your mind and you want your mind to be dead, you want to have a button attached to your mind which shuts it down but again.. there aint an option. You have to bear with your mind. painful it becomes sometime. you cant think you cant sleep you cant eat.... and you cant die. A picture runs through the mind, telling you what all things you did wrong and what all things you wanted to do the other way round.... but now there is no turning back. Only the memories, and it depends upon you whether you want them to cling to you or you want them to let go.
Regards
Arun
