WHY I FELL FOR YOU ?????

Some love stories need a second chance……

( PART 2)

Two months into my graduation at Presidency , my daily routine had witnessed a tectonic shift . In the breaks , I would rush to the Presidency portico where Anushka would be waiting for me. Invariably we would go to the coffee house. The boys of my class had started to tease me about this ‘affair’ . I felt uncomfortable with that word . I went about giving explanations to everybody that we were just ‘good friends’ . It was only later that Anushka pointed out to me that I didn’t need to and that it was no one’s prerogative .

After the Puja vacations , when I came to college I saw a huge flex banner reading , ‘DRAMATIES , an intercollege drama festival organized by Presidency College in association with the BRITISH COUNCIL’. Yippee …. I loved plays. Infact it was my secret wish that I direct a movie . During the break I asked Anushka , “ Are you free now ?”

“ Umm….” , that meant she had a class but she could miss it for me.

“Let’s go to the Derozio Building then . Dramaties will start in half an hour.” I retorted.

“Actually I find these plays pretty boring. They are too slow for me ” ,she replied.

“Really ?”, I asked , aghast.

“ Yes…. You know , we had gone to this opera house in England to watch Macbeth . Half an hour into the show and I was snoring” she giggled as she said it . I could not see the funny side.

“O.k then, let me just go and see if I can survive the onslaught. See you in the evening.”

I went into the Derozio hall . Amit was already seated alongside a girl from the botany department .

“What are you doing here ?” I asked . Amit was the last person I expected to see here.

“Just because I don’t flaunt my artistic side , doesn’t mean I don’t posses one , you know .” he replied. It was meant for the girl … I knew it . I took a seat beside him and kept my bag on the seat next to mine.

As the lights dimmed and the students of Bhawanipur College came on stage with their play , I heard a soothing “Hi” . It was Anushka . I was surprised.

“You said plays bore you .” I remarked, “ you might find this slow.”

She looked at me and smiled. I loved it when she smiled.

“With you around , I am ready to take that chance .”

Something inside me felt good. I just wanted to hold her hand and kiss her. I don’t know why , but I did feel that way.

Forty minutes into Dramaties and the audience were disappointed . The two plays presented so far had wafer thin plots , as if taken from a masala hindi flick. At that moment I felt Ansuhka’s head resting over my shoulder . I lowered myself so that she could feel more comfortable. From the other side , Amit pinched me . I looked at him.

“ Saala wahaan stage pe play chal raha hai aur yahaan tum log Kamasutra kar rahe ho ?”

“ Shut up!” I growled.

I remember as a child I always fought with girls . Arnab Dutta, my school buddy called me ‘ anti feminist’. I had once asked father , “Papa , why are girls such a bunch of jerks?”

He replied with a smile , “ You know one day , you are going to like girls .”

Now as I found the most beautiful girl of Presidency with her head on my shoulder , I knew that father was right.

A mild applause at the end of the third play woke Anushka . She rubbed her eyes and remarked ,” I told you , I would doze off.”

I looked at the stage , cursed the director for such a short play and then said, “Actually …. I didn’t mind.”

I prayed to God that the next play would be equally boring.

……………………………………………….

The winters that year were the best days of my life . During break time Anushka and I would go to the college park and watch the guys play cricket . Occasionally I too played the game but that was only to impress her. We would talk for hours sitting under the sun . Anushka lived with her father . Her mother had been killed in a car accident when she was just five. Sometimes while discussing her mother, her eyes turned moist . I would then quickly make up a joke and tell it to her. She used to look at me with a smile and say , “Prakarsh , that was a BJ.” I loved it when she said my jokes were BJs.

I remember one day I was talking with her when a strand of her hair caught my attention. It was obstructing her vision but somehow it didn’t seem to bother her . I kept gazing at the piece of hair as it vacillated infront of her eyes. Then all of a sudden I raised my hand .

“ Wait………… stop…..” I moved towards her , ran my fingers over her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“ That’s better . They were kind of bothering me.”

She gave a feeble smile and said “ Thanks.” I loved it when she said thanks.

As the college closed for Christmas vacations , I realized it was going to be the toughest vacation of my life . During nights I could not concentrate on my studies . Her face kept intruding my thoughts . I remember Amit saying to me , “Love and tears are a man’s biggest enemy . Love makes you vulnerable and tears …. Well tears are a girlish thing . Men don’t cry .” I don’t know about vulnerable but it sure was making me mad. I waited for the vacations to get over. I had to ask Anushka something. I only hoped that her answer to my question would be a yes.

The first day after the vacations , I rushed straight to the zoology department . But I could not find Anushka .

“She hasn’t come today .” remarked Shubhodeep. I tried her cell phone but it was switched off.

Three days passed and there was no sign of her .

On Friday , I did not see her during the first half . While our last period on Thermodynamics was going on , Amit’s cell phone vibrated . “ She is waiting for you at the main gate.” The ‘she’ these days was obvious.

I was elated. I excused myself from the class and rushed to the main gate. I heaved a sigh of relief. There she was , standing near her sedan . She looked at me and waved her hand.

“ Arrey yaar , kahaan thi tum itne din. I have been trying to get to you all this while .”

She smiled. It was not her usual radiant smile .

“Prakarsh , I just came to see you,” I didn’t know how to react . Something just did not feel right.

“ Prakarsh , I am going to Delhi .”

I thought I had heard something crazy . “What did you say ?”

“ We are moving to Delhi .”

“Anushka , this is not April fool’s day . So please….. quit it .”

“Prakarsh , I am serious.” She looked at me earnestly .

“But this is so sudden . What about your studies ? Your project ? What about …..” I was about to say ‘me’ but I refrained .

“Father’s getting transferred” , she said . She did not look into my eyes while saying this . I knew she was lying . “I just came to tell you.”

“ Oh , that was really nice of you . Very considerate.” I remarked not even attempting to hide the tone of sarcasm in my voice.

There was an eerie moment of silence. At the main gate was a huge banner with ‘Milieu’ written on it . Milieu was our annual college fest . I had wanted Anushka to be my dance partner for the dance party that was held on the last day of the fest . Now there would be no party …. there would be no dance.

“ Prakarsh , I just wanted to tell you that these few months have been the best days of my life . Thank you for trying to understand me . Thank you for ….”

“ Anushka , actually I have a class now .” I interrupted her. It was 5.30 in the evening . She knew I was lying.

“Oh , I am sorry.” But there was no anger in her voice , only remorse . She got into the car . As she closed the door , she looked at me . I did not look at her . I stared at the driver .

“Bhaiya , chalo .” she told her driver . Then she put her glares back on her eyes . It was evening . I knew she was crying . As the engine started , I realized I was about to lose her forever. Bloody hell . I wanted to tell her that she made me feel good about myself these days. Whenever I didn’t see her in the canteen , I felt uneasy. That my expression and behavior changed seeing her. I wanted to tell her that I loved the blue suit that she used to wear . That her long , unruly hair made me go nuts . I wanted to tell her…. that I was madly in love with her.

“Take care yaar .” That’s what I said.

The car started moving . I prayed to God. Let this be a nightmare. Let this be a joke . And then as the car was lost from my view …I knew I had lost her….. forever.

While I was returning on the train , I reminded myself , she meant nothing to me. I would never cry for her, never . I repeated Amit’s words within myself , “Tears are a girlish thing . Men don’t cry.” Men don’t cry …. Men don’t cry….. Today you won’t cry . No you won’t.

I reached home and locked myself in my room . And then I cried.

If tears were the foreboding of a person’s receding manliness…….. I lost my manhood that day.

A story by Pranay Tiwari……..

PART 3 … and he will get his second chance…..

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WHY I FELL FOR YOU????

Some love stories need a second chance .

The prologue

“What do you want then ?” , I asked her .

“Nothing” , she said as she put her arms around me.

“No. . seriously , I want you to tell me what you want .”

“OK then , you wrote a poem for me once …. This time write a story for me .”

“Umm.. then I will write a story about you .”

“Deal. But please write good stuff about me .” she urged like a kid . It was at that moment that I felt kissing her like crazy.

“No . I will write bad things about you . Dirty stuff .”

I felt her eyes on me . Time had not changed the way her gaze affected me.

“ If its your hand that is writing it …. I know its impossible.”

And then I kissed her………..

PART 1

“Look at that sexy bitch ”, exclaimed Amit as he stared with eyes wide open , at the girl sitting in the front row. I scrunched my face in disgust . One month had passed and I had no clue why I liked being with Amit Mukherjee. He was blatant , raw sometimes, outrightly gross , but yes , in Presidency College he was one my best friends .

“Shut up , can you? “, I barked, “By the way why are we doing this stupid Alternative English class anyway? We have much better things to do .”

Somdev Ghosh stepped in the conversation, “What can be better that watching the hottest girls of our college under one roof . I love these general subjects man….”

I understood his plight . ‘General’ subjects ,also called pass subjects were common to all graduate students , irrespective of our specializations and hence were taught on a combined class basis. Since our Physics department had no girl ( we had four , but they were more interested in studying the Raman effect than the effect they had on boys) worth gaping , for some of the sex starved maniacs of our department , Alternative English class was like an oasis in a desert .

“Prakarsh , just look at her . If she wears this in college what does she wear at home .”

I closed the book (since the teacher had still not come) and looked up at that girl . All I could see was her bare back . A boy was trying to get cozy with her , his arms snaking around her shoulders .

“Anushka Bhattacharya , the hottest girl of the zoology department and our college .” said Amit giving me an introduction I had not even asked for.

Suddenly the girl turned back and looked at me . For a fleeting second I had no idea where to look . Girls always made me uncomfortable , since I was a child . I quickly shifted my gaze to the blackboard infront .

When the class ended I quickly assorted my paraphernalia and was about to leave when I saw the same girl standing in front of me . She was, I admit, beautiful . Her eyes had a sense of calm that I had not seen in any one else , she had unkempt hair but that only made her look more beautiful . I agreed with Amit , she was good.

“Whats your name ?” she asked .

“Excuse me “, I said.

“ I asked your name .”

“Prakarsh …. Prakarsh Tiwari” I fumbled with my words. I looked around .Amit was staring at me as if I had just murdered someone . Other girls from the various departments were talking something in hushed voices.

I did not wait for her to react and hurried to leave.

Next week , Monday , I had two vector problems to solve and hence I did not go to the canteen . After the lunch was over, Subhashis Kundu , one of the most brilliant students of my batch patted my back .

“Anushka was asking us about you at the canteen today . What do you do ? Where do you live ? Why had you not come today . Boy o boy …. I see that you have had quite an effect on her . What is going on boss ?”

“Ask her and let me know “, I told him . In standard twelve I did like a girl , but somehow things didn’t work out .The fault was all mine , I admit . I chickened out ,not even caring to let her know what I felt for her . After that I had made a rule for myself ……. ‘Never ever fall for a girl. She would make your life hell.’

As two days passed , things started to cool down . My friends did not discuss about my sex appeal anymore and that was a relief . It was Wednesday . I had just finished my experiment on mutual inductance but it had cost me a lot of my time. As I passed the main building I saw Anushka standing at the main gate , with the same ‘cozy’ boy . I wanted to avoid her gaze , but she saw me . Her shorts were too short and it was so cold…. Man….. I gave her a feeble smile .

“So late ?” she asked.

“Umm…. Yes had to complete an experiment ? What about you ?”

Shubhodeep , the boy who was probably her secretary too , butted in , “We are waiting for our cars .” he laid a fair amount of stress on ‘cars’.

Anushka ignored her . “Do you know any book shop that has good physics books .”

“You can try Techno . It gives a discount of thirty percent ”, I said .

“When she said good she meant quality and not discount you know …..” retorted that oaf. I was hating this conversation by the minute.
“Listen , I have a train to catch , I will meet you later ”. Even without waiting for a good bye , I took my road to Sealdah .

That night as I was trying to sleep , Anushka’s face kept coming to my mind. What does she see in that boy , Shubhodeep . Everybody said that she changed her boyfriends like nappies . May be he was her flavor of the week .But somehow I don’t know ,her eyes kept disturbing me . Suddenly I reminded myself of the past and my rule book ……

Naaaaaah … She is not my type . I assured myself and slept.

“I think that the coefficient of viscosity is on the higher side”, said Avik Roy , my practical partner as he calculated the value from our collected data.

“ You know I hate this Viscosity chapter. Why should I be bothered about water’s Reynold’s number . Its because of these boring subjects that physics as a whole looks boring .” I told him.

Avik did not reply , which meant he disagreed.

Our last period had been called off and that meant I could return home early. I went to the library ,collected a book on General properties of Matter to study that useless chapter, viscosity and was returning. On my way , as I passed the canteen , a voice called me .

“Prakarsh”

I turned back . She was wearing black shorts and the sleeveless top just about covered her bare essentials . Atleast some dressing sense this girl had…. I smiled.

“Returning so early.” she asked.

“ No class” , I replied.

“Then can you take me to Techno . I have no clue where it is ”, she said .

I looked around . Some boys were staring at her legs . The girls were probably discussing whether I was ‘man’ enough for her . I stared at my watch and asked , “Where is your butler ?”

She smiled. “He is not my butler .”

“Good for you . Lets go .”

Some of Physics seniors looked at me . I knew this would cost me in the upcoming freshers.

She bought two books for her brother without my advice . While she was scanning the third , she asked me , “Could you tell me if this book on General Properties of Matter is worth buying ?” I took the book from her in a very nonchalant way. I had no clue about the book or its contents but I could not say that to her. And then I located a chapter on which I had done my experiment , viscosity . I turned to that page , feigned as if I was carefully studying it and then said , “Interesting…..this book looks good . I mean it has a very good description of streamline flow and how turbulent motion could lead to vortex problems . I also see that it has an elaborate discussion on Reynold’s number and how the coefficient of viscosity changes because of it . I think it’ll be a good buy .” I had no clue what I was talking about . I hoped and prayed the same for her.

I looked up. She was staring at me clueless. Yes ! the jargon worked . It always did .

When we were walking back , I heard a boy telling his friend , “ Just look at her assets .” One week ago had someone said this to her I would not have bothered but today I did ….. I really did .

We came back to the college gate . Her car was waiting . As she was about to step inside she turned back and smiled , “Thank you Mr. Physics.” Something else was on my mind , and so I did not pay any attention to what she said.

“ Why do you have to wear these clothes ?”

Perhaps she did not feel so strange , because she looked down at her shorts.

“Why ? What’s wrong with them ?”

“Nothing, except for the fact that they keep staring at all the things that they shouldn’t be staring at .And don’t forget the great comments that they reserve for you.”

“Well, I get a sense of freedom in these clothes . And yes, I know that they talk a lot of shit about me. Slut and all… it does not bother me.”

“Well, freedom has to be in the mind, Anushka. As to your not being bothered …. I am …..” I did not wait for her to leave. Somehow anger made me forget all my courtesies.

That night as I slept, I felt very uncomfortable. Who the hell was I to express my discontent over what she wore? But I did not like people looking at her the way they did.

Next day, I did not go to the canteen. I wanted to avoid her.

Amit came running to me . “Prakarsh, just see who is waiting for you at the Baker laboratories gate.”

I did not ask for explanations and so I just walked out to see what the fuss was all about. I was flabbergasted. She was standing there wearing a beautiful blue salwaar kameez . Her hair was neatly arranged and she looked like a dream … a dream. I walked down to her and smiled. I didn’t know what to say. I just said, “Where is your butler?”

She smiled. Then she looked at herself and then at me. “So?”

“I think the comments will only get worse now. But yes …. You look great….”

“You have a class now?” she asked .

I had a class on mechanics. I told, “No , not now . Want to eat ? Am starving .”

We went to Coffee House and talked for a long time.

While I was returning , she said , “ Ok …. I have something to ask you. Last day …. The physics jargon that you were speaking…. Was that to impress me?”

Shit! I knew I had over done it. I just looked at her and said, “Sort of. Were you impressed?”

“I actually found it cute . They usually try one liner on me. This was original.”

She asked if she could drop me to the station but I said no. I waved at her as her car zoomed away.

On the train, a part of me kept on saying …. Prakarsh you are breaking a rule …. A big rule ….

That night I opened up my book on General Properties on matter and started studying Viscosity . Last week, the chapter sucked .This week … it was the best chapter of my curriculum .

WHY THE HELL AM DOING AN MBA ? PART 6

The true story of a poet who never gave up … and perhaps that was his problem …..

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT S

I can only thank the readers for their past interest in my articles and this series which is going to end now. I am overwhelmed by the kind words that they had to say to me about my tragic story . To tell you the truth I never intended it to be a such a series . Infact I had wanted to be a two part series . But then after giving it much thought , I started enjoying it myself and hence the extended version. I wont thank Priyanka , Prantika , and Tuhina because that would only devalue the efforts they have put in for my blog . The journey ends here but it may start someday again . till then happy reading.

PART 6

Dear Readers , I am the events co-ordinator of my batch and the following narrative pertains to our first B-School event , INSIGHT ’09. It is a corporate discussion where the panelists discuss over some of the present issues concerning the business world . The panelists include corporate bigwigs and media personalities.

Date – 16^th September 2009.

Time – 11.30 am

Venue - IISWBM Auditorium.

The Finance panel was on stage. Only we knew the mountains of trouble we had to find to get these corporates on stage .But somehow something felt wrong . I could not understand but I felt my concentration breaking all the time . It was then that my cell blurted to life for a second . It was a message from Ruchi Jain ( second year events team) . It ran, “ its looking really bad . Don’t let the events team to keep come in and go out . The door is making a very prominent sound .”

And then I realized what was the problem . Even after the discussion had started , students kept entering and the door creaked . That was disturbing the panelists as well . I understood . It was time for me to go . The events co-ordinator is never destined to see an event . As I was closing the auditorium door behind me I saw a senior coming towards the door . “ Sorry , you cannot go ,” I said . I hated myself for doing that but that’s what I did . Now I stood infront of the auditorium door. PRANAY TIWARI… events coordinator…. PRANAY TIWARI … now the peon .

We needed two cars to pick up the panel members for the Systems panel discussion that was to start from 2.30 pm. I went to ask the AEO ( AEO is responsible for the logistic arrangements in our Bschool. )if the cars had come . In response he only shouted , “Is this some joke ? Are you an idiot ? The cars have been there since 9.00 . What sort of arrangements are you doing ?”

It was the time . The time . Some other day I wouldn’t have cared whether this man played golf with the President of India . I don’t take shit form anybody . But I needed this man for the two days . So I kept quiet , just saying a feeble , “ Thank you Sir “.

After the finance discussion ended ,the rush started for the Systems discussion arrangements , change of name tags , notepads , water …everything .

The Systems panel gathered on the first floor for some refreshments before entering the Auditorium . I remember I found myself carrying tea for one of the panel members . A thought came to me , a funny thought . All my professors at RADIO PHYSICS AND ELECTRONICS believed I had a great future in research . Infact I remember how PKB ( he taught me solid state physics ), one of the best professors in India laughed when I told him I would do an MBA . I wondered what would he say if he saw me carrying tea . ……

The systems discussion shouted at 2.45 pm …. We were 15 minutes behind schedule .

After the first day ended my team gathered in room number 303 to plan the course of action for the next day . We were doomed in the marketing discussion . As of now only one person had given his confirmation . Hironmoy Sen of Dabur , was not responding to our calls and I feared the worst . We were talking with a few more corporate from Airtel and Exide and we hoped that they would respond ( although it was at such a short notice ). I prayed for some miracle as I slept .

DAY 2….

The HR discussion turned out to be huge success . From the applause that I could hear coming from the auditorium I knew that this was the best discussion we have had . The problem started an hour before the HR discussion was to end . We needed two cars to pick up the marketing panelists . Our Institute has two cars , an Indigo and a Scorpio , but unfortunately the Scorpio driver had not turned up . I rushed to the AEO and asked him to book two cars ( One car as a contingency ) . He could only get one , and that too , a white Maruti Omni . I and Nooruzaman ( of the first year events team) were incharge of pick and drop. Noor was busy instructing the students the route they would be taking to pick up the panel members . I was busy making the OMNI look a little more respectable than it did . More trouble was in store however , another of the marketing panelists wanted a pick up . And we needed a car to drop the Hr panelists . Two more cars needed , and no clue where to get them from .Fortunately , one of our friends , Aatreyi had her car with a driver , near the Institute . I asked her if she could help us out . She talked with her driver and he agreed . I will never forget that gesture of hers ….ever . We however needed another car . A taxi was the only option .

As Noor and me were walking toward CR avenue to find a taxi , both of us were disappointed . A taxi just does not look right , for a corporate .

Suddenly Noor said , “Pranay sun , ….Koner Sir se baat karte hain . Woh koi solution denge ? “

Koner Sir is our HR professor , and was the moderator of our HR discussion . I said , “Sahi bola bhai , lekin sun , kisi ko bataaya nahi jaaega . Pehle Sir se baat karte hain.”

He nodded . What happened next will be etched in my memory for a long time . From CR Avenue to our college , both Noor and me ran like crazy . Both were smiling like kids as if we didn’t care about this world. As we were rushing for the first floor , we ignored whatever anybody was saying . I knocked at the doors of Room 116 . It was where Proff. Koner was having lunch with the panel members.

I told him we needed another car .

“Can any of you drive ? And do you have driving license ? You could take my car then .”

I shook my head , “No”.

“O.k let me see .” he said and went inside . Five minutes later , he came back to us .

“Boys don’t worry , the problem has been solved . One of the panel members has a sedan , he will drop the other one.”

Phew! Both Noor and me smiled at each other . One day of INSIGHT had made a manager out of us. Now we wanted more problems . Bring it on , we told .

This is what TUHINA AGARWAL of the second year events team has to say about INSIGHT.

“The work on INSIGHT 09 started on with the fresh batch of events team. The making of the potential list, the sponsors, the insight logo…… loads of work and very little time. I guess no matter how much time you have, it always seems less, specially for the 1^st event you are organizing. It was a testing ground for the 1^st yr team. The run-up to the event was in the same lines as every year. We had the team slogging their asses off. However, this team was different than all the teams till date, they made sure that the senior team also slogged with them (right Pranay?? :P). The follow-up to insight was mingled with freshers and teacher’s day (Pranay has already taken us through that). However, organizing Insight this year was really difficult (something really not helped by the huge egos people were carrying around). However, thankfully, the day of the event loomed into sight. And Insight saw 3 people running through the whole college getting the work done, Pranay (who seemed to have lost half his weight) and Dipro (who was in varying degrees of tension) and yes , Noor ( who had his fastings and was still working with Pranay like a man possessed). A lot of confusion, general chaos and total indiscipline was the order of the event. Minor problems cropped up at every stage. But, at the end of the day, the event turned out to be a success. So, three cheers to the 1^st yr events team. J”

After the marketing discussion ended , I felt relieved . INSIGHT’09 finally over and PRANAY TIWARI …. alive ,not kicking mind you …. but alive nevertheless . I remember two things very clearly that day . Everybody made it a point to hug me ( atleast the boys did ,the girls were content shaking hands),congratulating me for INSIGHT . The second thing was , I felt pain, physical pain . My right leg was paining like crazy ( the pain still persists by the way) . For the last two weeks I had not had the time to think about the pain . But today I was finding it unbearable . I told Noor I was going to buy a marketing book . From tomorrow our Puja vacations were to start and I wanted to study something..anything. Noor gave me money and asked me to buy the book for him too .

Priyanka and Prantika would be returning to their homes in Patna and Jamshedpur respectively . I accompanied them to the auto stand , waved them good bye . As I was returning back to the college to return Noor his book , I felt lonely , really lonely . I don’t know why , but I felt like I had no more friends left . I wanted to rush back home . Mother had loads of work from school ( Ma is a teacher ). I usually help her with the school chores but since the last week I just could not get the time . I wanted to go home , quickly . She had been really worried about my failing health and my fever . Ma had never wanted me to be the events co-ordinator , knowing very well how worried I get about my work . I had been taking antibiotics without her knowledge . I wanted to tell her everything .

I returned to Room 116 where the junior and senior events team was present . Gung ho . Dipro , events incharge of INSIGHT came to me and said , “Pranay , we are going for a post INSIGHT party . Please stay back .” I hate parties , I wanted to tell him . I hate most of the people sitting here , I wanted to tell him . I made an excuse and left . On my way back , I saw both Tuhina and Ruchi ( second year events team) beaming . They were really happy for me . Ruchi said ,” Pranay , aaj toh main tujhe ek hug dungi .” Since I was sweating like a pig I just shook hands with her thanking both for being there whenever I needed them ( Alas I could not say that for everybody ). I returned home a 9.00 pm that night . ……

EPILOGUE……

You know , I do believe that I would have ,made a decent research scientist , but I also know I would never have been happy there . An MBA is not just a degree , it’s a way of life . These two months have taught a lot about myself . It has made me realize that I am important to a lot of people and viceversa . It has also taught me about my shortcomings…. That I get too critical about a few things , that I am hyper and tend to go over the top most of the time , that I am short tempered and much more . I don’t promise anything but yes I am trying to change .

Bigger challenges lie ahead though . Summer internships , specializations , more events , studies and a mammoth exam schedule in April .

So what have I gained in these two months ?Umm…let me see , I have a right leg that pains like crazy , I have been warned by my professors that I am missing too many classes , I just cannot even think of catching up my friends when it comes to studies , I have had fights with a lot of people , ego clashes with my events team members , I know that the people that I talk to are the most discussed topic in my class , and that THE PRS is slanged and bitched about by a lot of people , as far as I can count I have been linked with three girls in just these two months , that I seldom get time to talk to anybody from my class these days , infact most of the days I am so busy in college that I can only talk with my friends on Gtalk…. I can tell you about all this for weeks and yet it won’t end . But yes , if given a choice I would never change this life for anything in the world because somewhere down the line I know I was destined to do this . That it was all planned . And as they say , sometimes you just have to leave it to GOD ,…. Kabhi kabhi uspe chodna padta hai…..

I am PRANAY TIWARI and yes…. This is my story .

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The pictures

From top to bottom and from left left to right

1) Me and NOOR ….

2) Tanushree , Esha , Priyanka , me , Prantika and Natasha

3) The marketing panel … we did manage to get hold of 5 people in the end

4) Me and Somyasubho (on the second day)

5) Me , Ruchi , Tuhina , and Noor …. THE REJECTEDS…

Next in line….

He never thought he would fall for a girl like her….. but then …..you never think in love .

This season ….

A presidency physics boy will have his life turned upside down ….

And that too because of attending a class he never intended to….

From the Baker laboratories to the political science class ….

A Physics boy will try to understand what it takes to get an equation correct in love….

THIS SEASON …. TUTORIALS OF LOVE WILL BE NEEDED FOR A GEEK ….

THIS SEASON PREPARE YOURSELF FOR…………….

Why I fell for you ??????

A story by Pranay Tiwari

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