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I could see the fear in her eyes. Maybe first kiss. I whispered in her ears in the calmest voice, "Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal, let's just do it and get over with it, I'll be nice, I promise. She felt a bit comfortable after I said this.
We both were thinking who would kiss first. Finally being a guy, I took the initiative and lip locked her. She closed her eyes. I was watching her closed eyes. I grabbed her shoulders and her lips touched mine. Then I grabbed her face and jammed my tongue down her throat. And the teeth It was if I had run full force, mouth-open into a Dodge. Her tongue rolling inside my mouth. This finally answered my question.
Not the first kiss for sure. Moreover, this was not my first kiss also. Even I went on rolling with her tongue. It was a deep passionate kiss.
I thought it was my dream. Enough I heard someone shouting. I wanted this kiss to continue. However, I had to stop. She opened her eyes. She was blushing. I think she loved it. There was a spark in her eyes. Was she in love with me or with the kiss?
She was just looking in my eyes. There was a deep silence in the classroom. And she slapped me suddenly. She did slap me hard. I almost fell down. It was a tight slap.
We were asked to leave. And we both left. I tried to follow Nikita approaching her. But she went away. She did not care to stop. Was I a bad kisser? She did not even look back. Was I in love? Maybe I wanted her on the bed. Not love. She was an excellent kisser. I went down to the quadrangle and noted down the subjects and timetable. College timing was from 11am to 6pm.
Difficult task. In addition, all the five subjects seemed like names of some drugs. I hated all of them. CP1 5. My section was E. As it was first day, college started at around 2pm. After lunch break. I sat on the last bench.
Classrooms were arranged like a theatre. Each row was at some height from the previous one. I was sitting on the last row from where each student in the classroom could be seen clearly.
I was watching all the girls. There were a few nice looking girls in my class. I was happy to see that. Sameer was in a different section. Section B. I started talking to a guy sitting besides me.
His name was Swapnil. He was average looking. Almost of same height as I was. He seemed very friendly. He also stayed near my place. The first lecture was quite boring. I never heard what the professor was teaching. He was teaching something related to transistors like bjt He was telling us the advantages and how bjt works.
I hated everything. I wondered how I was going to spend 4 years in this college. After the lectures were over at 4pm there were practicals, from 4pm to 6pm. BEE practicals. Forget about chairs, the lab didn t even have fans. Seriously speaking it was very tough to convince myself that I was going to spend my days in that place. Never imagined a college like this. One positive thing was there, I talked to some seniors and they were all very optimistic, they were all saying that it was a good place for engineering; I would 19 enjoy my day here.
They believed that this college had a great alumni base and that was the biggest advantage. Now we were three friends. Not bad I thought as they were good friends.
I had a good time with them on the first day. We formed a group of 4. Sameer, Swapnil, Anup, and I. Attending lectures regularly from am to 6pm was like watching the same movie in a multiplex everyday. Bunking classes became a regular habit. I never understood what made those first benchers sit for lectures. There was nothing interesting in the lectures. It was Monday morning, the 1st lecture of the day. Swapnil was dozing during the lecture. Even I was doing the same. I never thought that was possible.
These first benchers would never co operate with this. They watched the professor during the lecture with so much enthusiasm as if Shakira was moving her hips in front of them. What was running through Swapnil s mind?
He was very smart in these things. After the first lecture, we had practicals. As we reached practical, he told me to send a sms to one student of each batch. We informed each student of our batch. A few students were afraid of mass bunking. They feared their attendance would go down and they would get less marks in term work. These were the most irritating students of the class. Every engineering college has a few students like this.
I never understood what they get by moving around the professors all the time. For a few marks they could do, anything. Still I thought they would sit for the lecture.
It had happened earlier also. We were told it is mass bunk and six students sat for the lecture. This time we were serious.
We convinced everyone from our batch. The practicals were over. Our entire class was standing outside our classroom. Who ever was coming we told them not to attend lectures. Looking at the majority standing outside, those 5 to 6 students were not able to enter the class. They went home.
We were still standing in front of the door. We did not want a single student to sit. There were 10 min left for the lecture to start. We told everyone to leave the corridor. Almost 10 of us went to the second floor to check if the professor was going back to the staff room.
Professor came and saw that the classroom was locked. He opened it. The classroom was empty. He was still standing there to see if any one was around. Almost 10 min later, he saw some student. Some discussion was going on. After talking to him for few minutes, he left. We went down running and asked that student what the professor was saying.
He said to tell everyone that tomorrow we have to submit punishment assignment. Punishment assignment? Swapnil asked. Forget it; he didn t take your attendance, right?
I asked him. No he didn t. We left. It was our first mass bunk of engineering. It was fun. Mass bunking is always a challenge. It is not so easy to hold the students from sitting for a lecture. These students had the same blood group as of the professors I think.
Their bonding cannot be broken. However, we did it today. A proud feeling came in us as if we had our engineering degree in hand. We were telling everyone from the other section that we had managed our first mass bunk. Because of mass bunking, we were given four assignments by the professors of each subjects. Rohit had done that assignments already. We took his assignments and left the class.
I decided to call Sameer also. I called him and he also joined us. He did not have any assignments though. But bunking classes was fun. We decided to sit at Aerol station. It was the best place where you could play cricket, or have a nice time with your girlfriend or even write assignments. The frequency of trains was one after almost 2 or 3 hours. So it was a vacant platform always.
We reached the station, which was hardly 5 minutes away from our college. There were hardly a few people on the platform and few students. Couples were having a nice time.
We had four assignments to be written. Writing work started. He broke the silence. So you guys were interested in engineering or forced by parents? Sameer asked Swapnil and Anup. I was always interested in engineering. I wanted to be an I. It offers you a white collar job. I love that life. Swapnil replied. Same here. Even I wanted to be a civil engineer. It gives you an opportunity to earn more than any engineer can. A civil person gets the desired salary as white income but along with that lots of black money can also be earned.
Is money everything? Anup asked. If we need to drink water then we need money. What better field than engineering. Moreover a civil engineer.
It s like sone pe suhaaga. Sameer laughed and so did we. What about you Anup?
I asked. Kya yaar. Now we have taken admission. Now we cannot change things. Whether we like it or not we have to get our asses fucked for four years. Or else Deshmukh sir will cut our dicks into pieces.
Anup ignored the topic. It made me feel good. Somebody at least is with me. Who is forced to do this bullshit. I really felt at that time that engineering is like a marriage. Bachelors are eager to do it. In addition, married persons have declared themselves dead a few years back itself.
After writing assignments and having lunch on the platform itself we started walking towards college. Anup, smoking kills Swapnil said. Ya, but slowly. He replied. I loved his answer. The feeling of trying a smoke was increasing in me.
I had never tried smoking. Even he was smoking. Anup and Sameer were forcing me to try. Have it yaar. It s nothing serious. You will feel like coughing in the beginning but then when you get used to it, it s normal. Moreover, cigarettes keep your mind active. You think better than you can. So have it. Anup was forcing me. Finally, I stopped resisting and asked him to download a cigarette for me. Bhaiya ek gold flake do he said to chacha at tapri.
He handed it to Anup. He gave it to me. I took a cigarette in my hand for the first time. It was something different. Something I never felt before. There I was, smoking a cigarette with my best friend. And five minutes later, I was expertly blowing out rings. A cigarette is the only consumer product which when used as directed kills its consumer. And I was ready to be killed.
Slow poison so why to worry. Enjoy the feel. And I did the same. I started smoking another cigarette. The rain had increased. When we heard that the college would be closed due to heavy rains, we started making plans what to do. Sameer said lets go to the waterfall nearby. And we accepted. Going by train would be risky. Therefore, we started walking. All four of us were enjoying the rains.
Sameer bought three bottles of beer and we went close to waterfall. It was an awesome view. I did not drink. I had never tried it. Not even on that day. I had taken three cigarettes with me. I was enjoying the moment. Cigarette in one hand while feeling the rains. Feeling the waterfall. Everyone was drunk. It became difficult for me to control them.
However, I really enjoyed their silly jokes. All new friends coming first time to a new place and having an awesome time was really a nice feeling. Sameer- He had a few bad habits but its ok. He was sincere. Friends like him are rare to find.
He can help me whenever needed.
He has helped me many times. Swapnil - It was a beginning of our friendship. He was frank. He had an x factor which made him 22 showstopper every time he did something. He can bring girls close to me, a true friend. Anup- I really could not understand him.
He was transparent with us, but still something was missing. He never came with us outside the college. World of fun. World of enjoyment. I never thought an engineering college would be so much fun. Moreover such wonderful friends. Still I thought something was missing. The girls. We started observing girls in our class. We used to sit on the last bench. Therefore, we could observe the entire class very clearly.
It was the first lecture of the day. Look at the girl on second row in a blue tshirt. She is looking hot. No yaar, she just has a pretty face, look below her neckline. We can play Carom coins easily. Hmm maybe you are right. Swapnil admitted. What about the girl in black in the third row.
How is she? Swapnil continued. Not my type. Let it be. You carry on. We stopped the discussion and began paying attention to the lecture. Suddenly five minutes later a girl shouted from the back door.
May I come in sir? I looked at her. My heart skipped a beat. Was it a dream? I do not say she was more beautiful than Angelina jolie. However, some feeling went through me, which said, Is she the one I am looking for. She sat in the third row. She looked behind her. Our eyes met and it was as if our souls joined.
We couldn't stop looking at each other. I knew deep down inside that she was the one for me. After a while, I got the giggles and she gave me the most incredible smile. It astounded me. I felt something I 23 have never felt in my life before-- what I believe to be true love. However, I have heard love is when they call you on the phone; you get that tingly feeling inside, every time you get a message from them, you smile and your heart beats a thousand times a minute!
Love is, when you hold his or her hand, and knowing that there is nothing better in the world, than being with him or her. Nothing like this happened. I think I loved her looks. Her dress. Her eyes. Her lips. This was lust. I just wanted her. Love can t happen so easily. However, it was a bit more than lust. I felt so. A week passed and I still remembered the way our eyes met and the incredible smile she gave me.
My attitude in class had changed. I wanted more of her attention. My dressing style changed. I became more conscious. I just wanted to talk to her. But was afraid.
It was not that tough to talk to her but after what happened on first day, It was not normal also. I knew she kept an eye on me. I knew that in her heart of hearts she also liked me. But I was afraid. This was happening for the first time. I had many girlfriends earlier. But this was different. This was like the rains in summer. This was like the shining sun in the clouds.
It was computer practicals. We entered the lab. I sat on the computer in the corner. Swapnil was sitting besides me. She entered the lab. Looking awesome. Red top and low waist dark blue jeans. Her top was somewhat transparent and her sexy shape attracted me. This made me nervous. It has everything which one will love to read.
Surely a page turner. I really cried when i finished this book This is the best love story what i have read in my entire life It was simple, emotional and had all the elements of national bestseller. I wish you both meet soon. Its an amazing book which captures the life of a young guy going through several lows and highs but in the end concludes with an important message that trust is all that is expected when you are in love.
The book which can be treasured for long time and will remain in your hearts forever. I am not much into reading apart from CB novels but Sudeep's work can be compared to those books. Just by saying over and over again, that she was looking beautiful, will not make the character beautiful. The ragging scene in which Aditya French-kisses his class-mate Nikita , is indigestible and totally unnecessary.
First of all, Nikita raises no objection, in French-kissing a stranger Aditya , and secondly, such kind of ragging does not happen in college campuses anything can happen in hostels, but in campuses???!!!
I doubt!! In a nut shell, after reading the story, I realized that the author had very few things to convey. The entire story could have been conveyed in less than pages. The scenes are repetitive, and the reader tends to feel bored. The story offers nothing new, for the readers of good books.
Verdict: A National Best Seller