Part 2
Every story has a end, but in life for every end is a new beginning. i thought my story ended there but there was much more in store for me ...
Next day I when this guy got on to the bus, I looked way as to avoid his visual field, seems like he had no intention of the same, still staring!Next surprise in store for me ….was when he stepped into my own class. There was something going on in my head like never before, some guitar was played continuously inside my mind. i was literally out of senses touch, sight, hearing, speech; lost. All I could think of is those 5 seconds of mutual staring at each other we had yesterday. I was getting irresistible, I had to do something I felt sick. Finally I took a big step and asked my friend”what’s his name?” She said “ram!”
According to me I was already in love, but never did I have this kind of illustrations of love (which I knew after reading some novels). So the first one was only attraction...probably this one is also attraction or love! (Movies and novels have spoilt me? Or was I already spoilt?)
Wow ram what a beautiful name, I started my calculations. Its 3/5 of my name, he is already a part of me! My favorite god Krishna’s’ other form is lord sri ram, everything fits he is my Mr.Right that’s all I could think off and then the bell rang.
I still remember that week; I scored low because my day dreaming skills were back with me. Obviously I felt the need to think of something else even while looking into my books. All the teachers thought I was working hard but still couldn't score well because I was home sick….They were partially right only that I was love sick.
A few days passed exchanging glances but I made sure I never smiled while looking at him; I wanted to be sure this time I didn’t make a wrong choice.
Every weekend I used to check the notice board to see his name in top 10 lists, sometimes I tried getting low marks for him, exactly when he tried over taking me and scored better than me! babji ka tullu !
Its been a few weeks since our school started and today is our ever first telugu lecture. The subject I am afraid off since 1st Standard, sir asked to introduce ourselves! i get to hear his voice for the first time was the only thing running in my head, he stood “my name is prithvi sangani, I live in …..” rest of the part is gone in air! Prithvi!! really I thought ram! i made innumerable calculations already. No his name cant me prithvi it should be ram! #screwed again.
I enquired with the girl who said his name as ram. Look at the tragedy sequence (or what do I call it?) that took place that day! There were two boys walking in the corridor, we two girls were inside the class, I saw him through the door and went running to my friend and asked her what’s the fair guys’ name !accidentally both were fair! You know love is blind and I am so dumb I didn't see that .she said the short guys’ name! And then you know the chain of calculations I made from that name *drowned*.
Now what can I make from prithvi nothing, this is not working at all!
One fine day I took up the courage and everything I got with utmost difficulty and spoke up because the first simple rule of life I learnt from my previous experiences is…. if you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. So while he was getting down from the bus “how many marks did you get in the unit test?”(I knew his marks already)
I only heard his voice, who cares how much he got!
And again telugu class ,I always scored less in this subject it was interesting and difficult, and my beautiful hand writing skills added to it! So I put extra efforts and probably it was the only period I didn't stare at prithvi and stopped thinking about him.
He was a mischievous boy he never listened to any class, he and his friends used to open others lunch boxes and eat in the class. For that they were more often seen in front of princys’ cabin than in the class.
That day too they were busy with their mission of stealing someone’s roti and unfortunately our telugu sir caught them! They were very talented to say, they didn’t leave a speck of what they were actually doing and instead of boxes there were books, the suspected scene of crime was without evidence and speck-less. That made my telugu sir even more furious and me make him love more!
But then our telugu sir didn't accept his defeat he asked a question “how many ramayanas are there in telugu literature?”With full pride in their faces the entire bench of prithvi’s gang stood one by one without speaking even a single word as if a formation of water fountain, that was very funny, entire class laughed and then prithvi answered something
There was pin drop silence! This time even our telugu sir burst to laughter, because my love just answered so stupidly he discovered a new Ramayana series called “ sakuntala ramayanam”
That incident was so funny that we didn’t stop laughing for hours. I even told my juniors in bus and everyone started to laugh.
While he was getting down from bus my friend, junior shouted “what is sakuntala ramayanam ramya?” OMG! I am done, I shut her mouth with my hands, it was already late he gave me DIRTY serious look!
I hated her for what she did but I blushed in myself! He saw me one more time!*crazy*
Another quality added up to him now according to me atleast, he is funny.
Next day I received another shock in my life the second one (this one still haunts me)
To be continued...