Few Things Left Unsaid (3 page)

I took his card out from my pocket…

“MR BANARJEE-A Sales Manager.”

I reached home to relive those moments. That night and the next day, I could not sleep. I just wanted to relive whatever I had gone through. From the very beginning.

I sat on my sofa, closed my eyes, and went back to the days after my hsc exam. Struggling to get admission somewhere.

                       
DEGREE COLLEGES – RAT RACE

                                            I
had heard degree colleges are like girls skirt. We just want to see what is inside it. Is the atmosphere nice? Is the service good? It is like getting obsessed with it. Moreover, once you are obsessed it is difficult to get it out of your mind. However, after seeing, the same girl’s skirt or maybe inside the skirt for 4 years you get bored. You just want to get out of it.

I have also heard that in engineering 80% of the final exam will be based on the one lecture you missed and the one book you did not read.

I also read somewhere few funny things about engineering…

A group of managers were given the assignment to
measure the height of a flagpole. They attacked the
challenge with ladders and tape measures. Soon
they were falling off  the ladders, dropping the tape
measures - the whole thing was just a mess.
An engineer came along and saw what they were
trying to do, walked over, pulled the flagpole
out of the ground, laid it flat, measured it
from end to end, gave the measurement to one
of the managers and walked away.
After the engineer had gone, one manager turns
to another and laughed. "Isn't that just like an
engineer, we're looking for the height and he
gives us the length."

Still my parents wanted me to do engineering. I was just waiting for the list to be displayed, I was praying, I was just nervous. I had studied hard for the whole year of hsc and had achieved good scores to get through the admission process of engineering. The day arrived. I just browsed the site to see what my future was. However, the server was very slow. I was unable to browse the site. I waited for few minutes and the site asked my application number.

ENTER YOUR APPLICATION NUMBER 

I was scared whether would I be placed in a good college in Mumbai or somewhere outside. I did not really want to leave my parents and stay away from home. I clicked to get result option. It was the scariest moment I had ever witnessed. I was looking at the screen of my computer. My mom was looking at me. That look made me more nervous. My dad was out of town. I really wanted him close to me.

Result was displayed.

Not placed in any college

How could it happen? I looked at my mom. I saw tears in her eyes. She went to her bedroom. I never thought this would be the result. I had scored good marks. Maybe I did not enter ranking of colleges properly. Maybe I had done something wrong while I filled the form. I really had a good score to get through some college if not in Mumbai then atleast outside Mumbai. I was scared to face my mom. Still with courage, I went to her and consoled her. The second list was still to be displayed. Maybe better luck next time.

I called Sameer to inquire about what his result was.

“Hey, Sameer what’s your result, did u get placed?”

“I was about to call you. I got placed in Euro College in Navi Mumbai. What about you?”

I just ended the call. I was disturbed. This was not fair. He had scored less than me. Still he had got through. And I had not. This made me jealous. He was an OBC,so he had got through.Sameer took all friends to party as he was placed in a good college. We had fun the whole night.Sameer asked me to booze. However, I did not. I really hated boozing. I thought it was a waste of money and time. Moreover, I was disturbed about what had happened. My entire family was disturbed.

“Don’t worry yaar, you will get a good college. Just relax and enjoy the moment.”

It’s very easy to say these things but difficult to put it into practice. I still tried to enjoy myself with everyone. But somewhere in my mind, I was aware that I had not satisfied my parents. I did not want to take admission through management quota where about two or three lakh rupees donation is asked.

Next morning mom gave me a letter that had arrived by courier. I opened it and I saw my BMS results, BUSINESS OF MANAGEMENT STUDIES. I was excited. I was offered three colleges out of which two were among the top five. I was excited to tell my mom about this. As she saw the list, she gave me a very cold reaction. As if, she was not interested in it.

I had given BMS entrance exam also. I wanted to do BMS and not engineering. However, my parents never supported me in this decision. I somehow tried to convince my parents telling them the benefits of BMS and showing them why BMS is better than engineering. However, they were firm on their decision. MY SON WILL BE AN ENGINEER. My dad too was an engineer. Maybe that was the reason they wanted me to do engineering. I never understood what engineering was. I tried a lot but all in vain. NO BMS.AND IT’S FINAL.

The second admission list of engineering colleges was going to be displayed today. Once again, I was in front of my computer. I really wanted to get through this time. As I was left with no option now of BMS.I clicked on get result option.

EURO COLLEGE

I saw the look in my mom’s eyes. It said finally my son would be an engineer. It was really something I never wanted. But I was happy to see my mom happy. AN ENGINEER...

For an optimist the glass is half full, for a pessimist it’s half empty.And for an Engineer it is twice bigger than necessary.

I made up my mind that I would be an engineer. After all, girls were attracted towards engineers. The reason being,it looks good on a resume. But surely some girls might be thinking  an engineer works from 6:30am to 7:30pm daily. That means no morning kisses and no evening walks and no cuddling at night too…I wished there were some good looking girls with nice curves in my class. Being in the electronics department increased my chances of having them. Obviously, there were more girls in electronics branch than in other fields like mechanical and civil. Computers and I.T. had almost same intake of girls as in electronics. However, I.T. and computers have nice curves and a fairer skin than electonics.Sameer opted  civil engineering. He wanted the same. I never wanted engineering itself.

I was satisfied for three reasons. First, I saw my parents happy. Second, I had got into same college, where Sameer was. Third, I got a branch where girls could be expected.4 years without girls will make life more difficult. No curves, no skirts, no cleavages, no flirting was impossible for me.

College was about to start from 3
^rd
august. I wanted to make a good impact on girls from the first day. I purchased new shirts and t-shirts, new denims.new woodland shoes. Everything was for the girls. I wanted the first impression to be the best.

3
^RD
AUGUST.MY COLLEGE TIMING WAS 10:30AM.

 I left my house around 9:30am. It was raining heavily. It was first day of college. It was my parents’ dream that I should study in an engineering college. That was the day their dream came true. The lecture was at 11 am. I was there by 10:15 am. I entered the class. There was only one friend of mine, who was from same school. The rest were all new to me. Therefore, I sat with my school friend.

The college campus was not that good. The building was tricky. There were too many gates. I was confused from where to enter and from where to exit. The seniors informed us that we had to assemble in the quadrangle. List of names were displayed .Divisions were allotted to everyone. There was a huge crowd gathered near the quadrangle. I preferred to stay away from the crowd. I was just glancing at girls closely. Girls of different shapes. Girls with tight jeans. Girls with cute smiles. They all seemed excited as they were future engineers. Everyone was busy in his or her own world. Then a group of seniors arrived.

They told a few of us to join them on second floor. Classrooms were numbered  S1 S2 S3 and so on on the second floor. Similarly F1 F2 and so on the first floor. We entered S3. We were almost 15 students, which included 1girl. I  understood what was happening. RAGGING.

One of the seniors came towards me. He was well built almost 6 feet and long hair upto his shoulders. I was asked to stand separately in the left corner of the classroom.One girl was also asked to do the same. She was wearing a red tank top and low waist jeans. Perfect curves. Moreover, a nice butt. I liked her. I was confused what was happeneing. Why were we made to stand separately? The remaining students were asked to strip. A sense of relief went through me that I was not the one to strip.

If I had to strip, it would have been embarrassing because I was wearing green underwear. It would have been centre of attraction. Nevertheless, I was safe. I was still worried as to what I had to do. Definitely not, strip. I wished it was not worse than that. These students were forced to stand outside the classroom, which faced the quadrangle. All the freshers standing in the quadrangle were able to watch this scene. It was the scariest moment for me at least.I glanced at the girl standing beside me. I asked her where she lived. I came to know she was from mulund in central Mumbai.Mulund is almost 8km away from the college and 5 km from my house. Her name was Nikita.She was as afraid as I was. I could see that in her eyes. It was tough to face that situation.

I was waiting for my turn. All students had left the classroom. Nikita and me were left along with the seniors. Finally, I was told to propose the girl standing besides me.Nikita was afraid as she was told to kiss me after I proposed. This made me excited though. The first day in college and you, get a kiss from one of the hottest bombshells. Seems intresting.Further she was told to slap me hard after I kissed her... I was tense. Getting a slap from such a bombshell could make things worse.

No chance of getting close to her maybe. However, I had to face it. I was planning to give her the best kiss of her life. Maybe a slight touch or deep passionate kiss.

I went closer to her and proposed to her
.
I LOVE YOU
.

Seniors were not satisfied. They wanted something different.

Therefore, I tried something different. I said
I want to spend my entire life with you. Will u allow me to do so?

This was also rejected by seniors. I just gave a thought. I remembered one message and tried to propose to her saying…

“I want to ask you 1 question. Can I?” I asked Nikita.

She replied, “Yes you can.”

“Ok listen then, once there were 2 birds in a house, ‘I LOVE YOU’ and ‘YOU LOVE ME’ were their names. Then ‘YOU LOVE ME’ flew away. So tell me who is left in the house?

I thought I have made a big mistake saying this. I just looked at seniors. Everyone were looking at me. Staring at me. And suddenly everyone started laughing. I calmed down. I was waiting for Nikita to answer.

“I LOVE YOU”

Seniors shouted….common kiss him.Don’t waste time

She came close to me.
Every girl grows up thinking of her first kiss being magical...

Was this her first kiss? I did not dare to ask her this. She came closer to me. 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... oh God, 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.