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  1. Two minutes of sunshine

    November 27, 2013 by Sunit Nandi

    Before I begin, I’d love to thank my friend Akshit Tripathi for suggesting names of the characters in the story.

    The usual disclaimer applies here. The characters and events in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real life people or events is just a mere coincidence.
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    My college life so far had never been exciting. They say that college life is the most memorable time in a person’s life, but there was nothing about mine that made it memorable. Having a riff with a friend in the first semester, and then losing contact with the girl you always loved since your schooldays in the second semester, made it more sad than memorable. Yet, I was still hoping something nice would happen sooner or later.

    Then as luck would have had it, mom and dad began fighting over monetary problems. The household became a verbal warzone. In the midst of this, began the third semester.

    On reaching college the first day, I found out that I was now attending classes in my department along with the Electronics department. This was a big change, as in the first year, I was in a common classroom with the Electrical department students. In case, you are wondering, I’m in the Computer Science and Engineering Department. The classroom seemed silent and my classmates rather tame. This was rather contradictory, as engineering college students are rowdy and fun-loving. My first year with the Electrical guys supported that statement. However, the current scenario expressed the contrary.

    I was sitting alone on a bench, when a guy came along and sat next to me saying, “So you’re Kevin  of CSE dept, right? I’m Rishav and I switched branches from Electronics to CSE. Nice to meet you.” I replied, “Nice to see you bro. What made you switch?” He goes on, “I always wanted to study CSE.” I affirm, “Same with me. Computing is life.” We become friends instantly.

    We started to sit together, attend classes together and eat in the canteen together. Very soon, we started getting loads of assignments, which we used to tackle together.

    One day I found him very upset in class. I asked him what went wrong. For a few moments he hesitated saying anything. But ultimately he spoke, “You see Aisha?”, pointing to a girl at the back yawning with her mouth wide open. Seeing us look at her, the yawn halted midway, and she blinked at us surprised. We turned forward and pretended as if nothing had happened. He continued, “She is my girlfriend and it seems the relationship won’t continue any further. I’m trying to save it but cannot.” I patted Rishav in the back saying, “Shit happens bro, you gotta deal with it.”

    After this, we became even deeper friends. We talked about our past. School days, parties, fights, crushes, love, etc. He went on to tell me about his first love back in school days, and how she parted. He was dejected and even went into depression. Then he went on to say how he met Aisha in the first semester, and how much she annoyed him daily. He tried to push Aisha away often, but as fate would have had it, they both fell for each other. I listened to the whole thing and found it rather incredulous.

    The following days, he told me stories about dating Aisha, going trekking with her, tour trips and the occasional love-making episodes. I also told him about my past, but things weren’t as exciting as his was. He continued to tell me how his dad and aunt found out about the relationship, and since he and Aisha were of different communities they were enraged. Aisha’s parents also came to know of the same, and despite they were happy with Rishav, they weren’t impressed with Rishav’s family members. I listened to the whole thing with a pinch of salt and disbelief.

    By then, the load of assignments being given increased. I somehow worked day and night to deal with it. I managed to solve the programming assignments swiftly as I did have a knowledge of coding beforehand. My classmates, however, started to lag. They could not meet deadlines and got late submission tags in every possible place. All of a sudden, I started to look like an ace, and everyone began approaching me for homework help, especially programming. Its was during this time I befriended almost everyone in this classroom.

    One fine day, Aisha comes up and sits next to me saying, “Hey Kevin! You’re a programming expert right? Could you help me with this question, pretty please?” I helped her out. She was happy, so she hugged me and left. Next day, Rishav didn’t turn up. She came in to class and sat right next to me. We did our usual introductory talk, about hobbies and activities and all. From then on, we became good friends and she often sat nearby. Rishav was probably wary of her presence, and he left every time he  saw her nearby. During off-periods, we often had long chats and used to hang out a lot together. She often expressed her concern about Rishav, “He is a good guy but is over-emotional and has a big mouth. He doesn’t even keep secrets. I don’t know where we’re heading.”

    It was just a matter of days for their break-up. It was rather painful, as I saw Rishav run away even he just caught a glimpse of her.

    In the meanwhile, me and Aisha became even closer friends. Every morning she used to greet me. She sat with me and told me stories. She was an awesome author. I began to like her presence. As days passed, everything started to feel magical. My eyes just followed her instinctively wherever she went. And as long as she sat next to me, I felt on top of the world.

    The mid-term exams came, and once we both were sitting quietly in a classroom revising for the upcoming exam. Then we decided to take a break. At this point, I decided to tell her, “Aisha, I am beginning to like you. I can’t explain how it feels. But you are special to me.” Her face curved into a smile and moments later she cuddled me exclaiming “Thank you!” excitedly. I hugged her back and we spent this awesome moment quietly. I was the happiest man in the world that day. It felt like my life just came back and my problems were going away.

    All the while this went on, Rishav didn’t come to college and started bunking labs just to avoid seeing her. No amount of convincing worked. Our classmates even mocked him, yet nothing changed his mind. He knowingly started to build backlogs for himself.

    Aisha then fell ill. She didn’t turn up at college. Not surprisingly, she did miss field trips too. I began to miss her.

    Oddly enough, Aisha created a hullabaloo about obtaining my phone number. She asked each and every person in class my number. My classmates were rather surprised at this, and wondered if she had begun to fancy me. Very soon, I contacted her myself and we exchanged our phone numbers. We often had long talks in the phone, and long chats on WhatsApp.

    Soon enough, end-term exams were near we were having study leave. I reduced communication with my classmates. I needed to score well in my exams, as my first year results were a disaster.

    Then came up our electrical circuits lab examination. We all were waiting for our turn, when Anurag from the Electrical department came into the waiting room. Being good friends, we greeted each other. He then went straight upto Aisha and gave her a paper slip saying, “I have paid your exam fees and also planned something for the evening.” Aisha just looked at him coyly. For the rest of my waiting time I saw both of them seeing each other and shying. I could feel there was definitely something amiss seeing their awkward antics.

    Days passed, my Maths exam was near. Getting tired of the preparation, I decided to browse Facebook. The first picture I saw on my timeline was Aisha wearing Anurag’s pullover and it was rather amusing. The picture below that was of Anurag wearing Aisha’s jacket and it was equally amusing. However the picture below that was Aisha and Anurag holding hands. Aisha had a ring on one finger too. Before I could realize anything, I was already full of tears in my eyes. I could already feel her holding MY hands. Some of the pictures in that same series had both of them hug each other. I felt she was hugging ME. As I started to flip through more pictures, I realized they both went into a relationship lately. It felt like a someone was strangling my neck while thrusting a knife in my tummy. I could do nothing but cry. That night I went to sleep. I had a vision of having my head on her lap crying. She was patting me saying, “Kevin, I won’t leave you dear. Please don’t cry.” Suddenly, I woke up finding my pillow wet with tears and mom yelling, “Useless kid, its already 9 AM. If you wake up late tomorrow, I won’t provide you meals.”

    A whole day passed with me feeling morose all the time. Up came the Maths exam the next day, and I cried all the time giving the exam. As I was quietly leaving the hall and going home, I found them holding hands and walking along the corridor. It started to feel worse and I was almost about to collapse.

    Finally I reached home. Tired and exhausted with all the stress, I straightaway fell asleep. When I woke up, I decided to contact Deveshi, who stayed in the same dorm as Aisha.

    “Hello Deveshi!”
    “Yes Kevin, anything you need?”
    “Is Aisha in a relationship?”
    “Yes. She just paired up a few days ago.”
    “With whom?”
    “Some guy named Anurag. They have known each other for a long time now and finally its good to know they are in a relationship.”
    “I see.”
    “Why did you ask me this question?”
    “Nah, nothing, just wanted to know.”

    A few minutes later I saw Aisha online on WhatsApp. I texted her.

    “Hi!”
    “Aye Kevin, kya bolna chahte ho dear?” (Aye Kevin, what do you want to say dear?)
    “Tum aur Anurag paired up hue ho kya?” (You and Anurag paired up or what?)
    “Haan. Kyu?” (Yes. Why?)
    “Treat kab doge mujhe?” (When are you giving me the treats?)

    After that, I wasn’t sure if I could carry on the conversation. I exited WhatsApp and switched off the data connection. My parents downstairs were busy arguing on some topic. I opened the gallery, navigated to a photo of me and Aisha sitting side by side and smiling at the camera. Her eyes were beautiful, her smile was brilliant and I could feel her sitting next to me once again. I could feel her embrace. My eyes were wet again.

    My mind was going for a feel trip down the memory lane for just two minutes of sunshine.
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    The end.
    Hope you liked it. Feel free to leave your comments below.


  2. My friend Shravya starts off her blog

    September 17, 2013 by Sunit Nandi

    What came as a pleasant surprise today, was the launch of a new personal blog by my friend Shravya Gunipudi. She is well-known for writing heart-touching short stories on various online magazines. But her blog left me surprised as it was something quite unexpected.

    You can view her blog on http://shravyagunipudi.wordpress.com and not surprisingly, it has really good write-ups. I suggest everyone to give her blog a read and give her feedback.

    I’m hoping earnestly that, at one point of time, it replaces my practice of reading story books. 😀


  3. Oh my girl! – Extended edition

    August 14, 2013 by Sunit Nandi

    This is my own composition, rather a poem written in a non-poetic manner.

    So basically, it is a story of two childhood friends, a boy and a girl and how their reality changes with time. This is written from the point-of-view of the boy, with an emphasis on his adoration for the girl, which ultimately turns into love. But it goes unappreciated in the end as the girl falls for a guy who doesn’t care for her and in the process takes her closest friend for granted over and over again.

    This story is also represents a phase of my childhood. Hope you guys read and enjoy it:

    Oh girl, I first saw you when I was 6, in your “bandages”.
    Probably you were suffering from measles.
    I was watching you from the window.
    We talked. We got to know each other.
    We became great friends, playmates.
    And it was nice playing kabaddi.
    Time flew by, we grew older.
    I began to love you.
    You were not pretty, had no charms, nothing!
    Yet I liked you.
    Because you were serene and had the sweetness of mother.
    Our friendship grew closer each passing day.
    And life seemed to get better.
    I realised my love for you was beyond what I could think of.
    I always told you about it, but you kept putting it off saying it was just an attraction.
    But, I was still happy, just because I was still close to you.
    You gave me my first kiss on my 13th birthday.
    I thought you loved me back, but then you claimed you were just trying to surprise me.
    Never mind, I was still happy being with you.
    Then, when I was 15. Something serious happened.
    You had a crush on another boy.
    He was a good friend of mine.
    And was very charming.
    You finally fell for him.
    You confessed your feelings for him on the first week of November.
    But he began to detest you after that.
    You discovered that he never liked any girl.
    I felt very hurt. Not for me. But for your fate.
    For two days, I couldn’t talk to anyone. I felt numb.
    But it wore off, after I realised I was going nowhere.
    Soon, you persevered to win the heart of that boy.
    You asked me for help, I did that with a heavy heart.
    But I was happy that at least you could be happy with that guy.
    You tried every way. But with no gain and full pain.
    You requested me for help.
    And I went around knowing his likes and dislikes, his ideas, his thoughts, etc.
    Telling his private stuff to you to find a route to his heart.
    Bearing the brunt of my classmates and that guy for it all.
    It went on… but no success.
    You realised that guy was wary of you.
    He avoided you in every way.
    You went mad.
    You started pouring your heart out with SMSes you sent to me every day
    I busted my SMS limits. My parents got worried.
    But it went on..
    Until one day, you decided to fix the problem once and for all.
    You told me to ask him if there was a girl he liked.
    He told me he hated girls and that they were all sick.
    And greedy, and opportunistic, and ready to ruin a boy’s life.
    I told this to you.
    You confronted him.
    A fight happened. You began scolding him for
    playing with your emotions.
    He said he hated you. He had no business with you.
    He complained about me to you.
    Said I was a cheat who went on revealing his secrets to everyone he liked.
    You said you requested me to do it.
    He said he didn’t care. He wanted a justification.
    You couldn’t give any. You decided to leave him after all.
    However, you went mad again.
    You put out all your anger on me.
    Said I was responsible for all your problems.
    Forbade me from talking to you.
    I could not bear it.
    My eyes filled up with tears.
    I could say anything no more.
    I said “Why did u put me in such a situation?”
    With folded hands, you said “Please, no more.
    Had enough.”
    I was broke. I felt sick.
    But surprisingly, I wasn’t depressed!
    Because I had other stuff to be depressed about.
    But please don’t feel bad, girl.
    I have learnt how to live in all this madness.
    Very soon, I will be back again.
    Looking for your serenity.
    I know I might be “crying for the moon”
    But “I was made for loving you, baby!”
    It didn’t end there though.
    We ended our differences and became good friends again.
    As times passed, we got closer again.
    You fell in love with me, and I with you.
    Life never seemed more beautiful.
    However, that guy you once loved blurted everything out to our parents.
    My mom began to hate you.
    When she discovered that I still texted you, she forbade me from talking to you.
    But that meant nothing to me, we still enjoyed times together.
    Then came the school farewell.
    We promised to stay in touch for ever.
    After that I never really saw you.
    Our texts were few and far between.
    I joined college.
    I had a deep crush on a pretty girl out there.
    But then she treated me so harshly, I was her friend no more.
    I realised no one else was like what you were to me.
    Soon enough, you contacted me.
    I was happy to share my thoughts with you every time we chatted.
    I was always wishing to see you.
    But again came a November.
    You said you still had feelings for the guy you loved before.
    Said you never actually loved me.
    Said the only person you loved in the universe was him.
    I knew you did love me, but you loved him more.
    I wasn’t really concerned about your feelings for me, as long as you were happy.
    Months continued with both of us texting each other.
    One day you picked up a fight.
    You started to blame my mom for harbouring hatred towards you.
    You blamed me for all your misery.
    You cursed me claiming that if I wasn’t there, you’d have won him over already.
    You blocked me on all networks.
    Then sent one of your friends to argue over this.
    I was sick of your antics, and I wanted to cry.
    After that you never again talked to me.
    I waited for your responses, but in vain.
    Hesitatingly I accepted you aren’t coming back.
    Nothing is ever going to change.
    I cried and cried and cried all over.
    I am here, still waiting…
    Let whatever happen in the end, just hope that we meet again.
    I am here alone, with no one as close as you were with me.
    Living my life with tears in my eyes.
    Still hoping that we meet again.

    —-

    My belief is that love and affection is a follow-up of friendship. Without kindness and friendliness, you cannot be close to anyone. Unfortunately, almost everyone in the present generation confuses infatuation with love, and continues to chase someone who never actually cares about them. In many cases, the one who actually cares about them all the time is the one getting abused and ignored.
    It seems this entire world runs not on understanding one another, but on pleasing one’s own self, which is rather sad.
    Teenage has taught me several life lessons, and this is probably one of them.