Raghav was a fit specimen with muscular body, six pack abs. And me on the other hand was not so fit but ‘cute go happy’ guy. The journey to our destination had begun. We were bent in the direction of the virtual world of fantasies, love, infatuation and attraction. It was the first day for the college. Raghav had got up at 6.00 am and had workouts. And I was sleeping. He had bathed, got ready for the breakfast AND I was still sleeping. It was 8.00 am and finally I had come to my senses. He was ready to go for the college. And I was on my way to get dry-cleaned. I drank milk and rolled the parathas for the way to the college. I, with my ‘chap-chap’ sound on the rickshaw had irritated Raghav. And he pointed me and said,
”Utsav, eat without creating any additional gaffe and make it a little faster, we are about to reach the college.”
We had arrived, all the imagination I had till then had like the hot wax in a container, taken its shape, a shape of being someone special in the college. I had intuitions of sensing something beautiful trying to reach my heart but I resisting it as I was unknown to that beauty. But what was that I could not sense?????
I moved on, my curiosity made me moved.
Kyu bhul jate hai hum khud ko,
Duniya ki is chakachondh me,
Saikdo me pehchaan bnate hue,
Kyu kho dete hai apni pehchaan,
Na jane kis aakrosh me…….
With all my intrinsic thoughts in me, Raghav interrupted me and the cloud of thoughts over me had vanished. Finally this was that again reminded me that we were in the college, the place of MY dreams.
Suddenly a group of seniors like WWE players had surrounded us. Well for how long had I waited for this ragging thing, only I know? I with a big smile on my face greeted them as if I was the so called ‘host’ and they the ‘guests’ at my place.
They after figuring me out had decided to make me the so-called ‘bakra’ of the year. I was unknown to their evil thoughts and was excited to perform the dare they asked me to do. One of the skilled specimens took us guys at the corner and asked me to wear a ‘bikini’ and perform the ‘mujra’ to entertain them. In seconds all my smartness had diminished. I was out of my wits. I had no words to say. My eyes had come out of my face and I had turned pale. Even Sachin Tendulkar is a duck sometimes I thought and was trying to combine all my strength and confidence which had been like pearls of a necklace broken and wandering here and there. But this was something which could not make me think positive.
Watching me getting pale, Adi sir disclosed the suspense and said that he was just joking and that ragging was banned in the college. This was something unexpected and I till minutes were not able to come out of that ‘cold’ ragging thing.
It was my first day to the college, how could I let it go being the ‘bakra‘of the day. Now to gain all the strength what I required was a feedback network. Raghav had watched me getting pale from pink, the pinkness of excitement. He had therefore no words to console me. But I was Utsav, how can Utsav get in contact with the sadness, the negative world. It did not suit my name. But the question was how to change that critical environment??? Everyone was staring me like I was the monkey being played in the circus?
But wait what is the only thing a boy gets attracted to neglecting all the others, I thought, a girl, and a sexy one. Suddenly a sexy girl in black salwar kurti had come near me and with her sweet voice said,
“Hi! We are in the same branch, remember me….. Myself Riya Arora. How are you??
”Of course and I am perfectly fine, this is Utsav Nagpal.”
Well now I had understood why she had introduced me to herself. In seconds I was famous. The wave of that ragging thing had now reached the girls too. It was 10am and the time for our first class. Riya with a smile pointed out for the first class getting started. With her friends she bade me a short bye. She had gone in. All the boys were now looking at me with the J-factor. Rohan was whispering that how does I know that pretty girl?
Now I had the ball in my hand. I could spin it and set the dilemma among the players. After all I am a Punjabi guy and ‘Punjabiyo di phukrian te world famous hondi hai’.
“Well she is a pretty girl, isn’t she????”I exclaimed.
“How does u know her bhai?” asked Rohan.
“Aare! Nothing is so suspicious about it yaar, I had met her at Mc Donald’s, she was besides me and we had a conversation but we had not exchanged our identities.”
“Had she started the conversation?”Rohan asked surprisingly.
“Yeah! why couldn’t she?”
“No bhai, it’s just that she seems to have a little of attitude in her.”
“No not at all, in fact she had acted very friendly with me.”
Well now the boys had at least Riya to discuss about, rather than my ragging thing. But what about the girls they had me and my ragging thing still in there gossips.
Raghav was stable he neither had any interest in asking about Riya and nor about that ragging episode. Well with all our discussions we had moved to our class.
Our first class was of Physics. Our Physics lecturer Mrs. Oberoi was quite sexy according to her age. She introduced herself and asked us for our intro. Well this was an interesting section. We could see all the girls and could identify the prettiest, the sexiest and the cutest ones. We were the back benchers so could just see the girls from the back. Well now I could identify Riya, Ruchika, Aastha and the most expressionless personality Aparajita, a girl with such a long name. Her name made us all whisper, how boring can such a name be like? As was the name so was the personality. She rather had any interest in the boys, gossips, or face decoration oops! Makeup. Actually no normal quality a girl is anticipated to have. Well she had least impact of hers rather than her name to be discussed about. And when u have in front of you girls like Riya, Ruchika, Aastha, Tanya, and many more packs of beauty who would think of the so-called Aparajita.
We were 38 boys in the class and 22 girls among us. This was something unfair. Now could I understand the impact of female foeticide? I had always dreamt of having a sexy girlfriend as all others do. But who could it be? Well this was something much early to be thought of. We were not even friends right then. Bit I could not miss the chance; there was an unequal distribution of girls among boys. And out of 22 girls 8 were already committed and among boys only 6 were committed. Aparajita could be deleted from the match making theory. There were 14 girls over 32 boys. Therefore I had to be calculative.
With much of fun and ‘centre-shocks’ we had our first day of our college ended. We went back to the hostel all was good till then. We had lunch and were back to our rooms. Till then I had developed naughty thoughts about Riya. From pink to black she was a master piece. I thought I had fallen in love with her, something like love at first sight. Her beautiful black eyes, as deep as an ocean, I could feel her fragrance. She had a dimple at her right cheek. When she smiled all us guys couldn’t have anything else in our sight. Her long straight hair reaching her butts made her hotter. When the air would reach her hair, her flicks would fly high and the way she moved them beside her ears, it was just amazing. I could not stop myself from thinking about her. I, my thoughts and Riya we all were together, time was passing and the clock was running. I was sitting on my window side and watching the sunset. The sky was turning dark. But darkness in Delhi is a fantasy. The headlights of the cars and bikes were throwing light on my thoughts. The horns of the cars were not irritating me rather I had started enjoying them. I felt as if the music of romance, love was all over the streets.
Wo ek jhalak,
Wo ek muskurahat,
Use milne ki meri tadap,
Aakhon me uske liye wo pyar,
Har pal use dekhne ka mera intzaar,
Aur jahil dosto ka haste hue karna karrar,
Ye pyar nahi infatuation hai mere yaar………..
Well this is what youth is all about. I too had no idea what love actually was. But whatever it was, the feeling was mind blowing. My first college CRUSH, Riya…….
It was 7.30 pm; I was in my thoughts about Riya and was smiling.
“Hey dude, was that ragging experience so interesting that u are still smiling upon.” Raghav pulled me away from Riya’s thoughts and asked.
“arre! Nahi yaar, just like that.”
“achcha kahi wo ladki ka chakkar to nahi?kya naam tha uska, Riya right? Sexy hai na.”
“kamine, kaam kar apna teri bhabhi hai…..
“Yea, I’m least interested in this entire nuisance.”
We had our dinner, and went out for a walk. The Delhi at night is at different phase. You have every night diwali there, the bright lights in the shops, the uncles shouting at night bursting out like crackers. Life is at its height. The crowd is more at night than it is during the day. This is Delhi.
From Bangla Sahib to Jama Masjid, from ISCKON Temple to the Bada Ghar, the same music you find, just the tracks are different as we have with the Anu Malik’s compositions, the music of love, passion, competition, attraction and survival at its pitch bursting out. Your feelings are the filters that select the one matching with your life while the others are rejected. Delhi is fun for some while a site of corruption, theft, destruction, molestation for others.
I could see the brightness, the positivity in life at one end while poverty, child abuse, unemployment at the other end. In the traffic itself u can watch Audi’s, BMW’s, Mercedes moving towards life, competition, heights while the small kids begging for food, money, survival at the other end. The existence of the word ‘competition’ according to them is having rupees 10 more than the beggar at the other corner. But even in that darkness there is a matchstick rubbing over the streets to light their destinies. There are big thoughts among the kids begging on the streets too. Somebody wants to be a dancer, the other a mechanic, somebody wants to be a cook, and somebody wants to study. But the difference is their aim, their desire is just to them, to their labour, no hand of care, support is their heads. This is life; if you watch it from far apart it is as beautiful as a rose. But as u come near it, you find thorns even on the most beautiful thing of the world
From religious point of view to the development, Delhi is the capital. The metros, which add as a fuel to the development, no doubt is one of the best example of development but when u step in you ask yourself why is this development for, for whom? When I had first been in a metro, it was late at night around 9.30 pm; I could see the job holders running around the metro stations. In the metro the scene was much more fascinating. A guy about 29 yrs. Old, so tired of his work that the place where there was no area to sit due to heavy crowds, he managed himself to take a short nap standing. I was amazed. One more phase of Delhi this was.
While watching all this we came across the BTW restaurant. I could smell the delicious Pav Bhaji and could not stop myself to resist it, though I had my dinner and we were on a walk but still I made my mind and of course my stomach for the delicious Pav Bhaji. Raghav was not in a mood to have it but I forced him therefore he just had a coke.
“maza aa gya, yaar aaj”
“control your diet, or else bhul ja Riya ko.” He commented sarcastically.
“koi pyar kare, to tumse kare
Tum jaise ho waise kare,
Koi tumhe badalke pyar kare,
To pyar nahi sauda kare,
Aur saiba pyar me sauda nahi.”
“chal chal apni nautanki band kar moron.”
Having our walk completed, actually Raghav’s and my stomach reaching saturation state we had come back to the hostel.
The next day, I got up early in the morning. Waking up at 8.00 am was a miracle for me I bathed and we were ready for the college. While stepping in the college campus I heard Riya calling me
“Hey Utsav, hi! What’s up?
We were planning a day out today to Adventure’s Island. Are you guys interested???….
And we will come to know each other as well… what say??”
“Well, I will discuss with my mates n let u know…
Vese when r u planning, I mean at what time???” I interrogated.
“12:30 sharp, we’ll attain the first two lectures, n den the picnic…”She answered
“Good one I will let u know soon”
As I came back to my friends they all were amazed about why Riya is giving so much of attention to me?
I told them about ‘Riya n party’s’ plan. Everyone agreed except Raghav. He was a boring stuff. But I convinced him somehow. And finally I gave a green signal to Riya.
I too was on cloud 9 that day. I was now sure Riya too was attracted to me. We were then in our maths class. Prof. Dixit had started with his first unit on differentiation. But I in my fantasies was integrating me and Riya. The other boys had sensed something wrong. They all thought Riya was a Delhihite how she can give a green signal just like that to a shapeless guy Utsav? But I had no such negativities in me. Then I had too decided to take a step forward towards Riya.
Everything else had scattered out of my sight except Riya. I was wondering when the clock would turn 12:30 and we would enjoy a day out. But the bloody clock had ‘Jammed’ like the Delhi’s traffic. I had never watched my wrist watch with so much of curiosity before. Even the journey of 5 min for the long hand of the clock was of kilometres that day. And I was trying to convince myself by murmuring,
‘intezar ka fal meetha hota hai…’
And finally the first lecture was off. Next we had the class for Operating System by Ms. Ritu. She was a boring personality. She had no interest in either ours or her intro section. And she had forwarded herself with her subject.
She was explaining us the operating system. But my operating system I mean my brains was in cut off region. She started her low level language and ended to the high level language and I was learning the language of love via eyes. In minutes I was vibrating in left and right direction in order to get a look of hers. The time was not passing so I decided to pen down my thoughts…..
Bina palak jhapkaye
Tuge dekne ki meri ye aadat,
Abhi to ye shuruvat hai
Na jane kya rang laegi hmari ye mohobbat,
Tera muskurana, muskura k chale jana
Jawan ye mohabbat busdil ye zamana,
Kese sunau tuge is dil ki dastan
Ye lecture khatm ho to shuru karu tuge fasana…..
My thoughts were just to me and my diary. I had never let anybody take a look of it. And then finally the lecture was over. We all were then ready to plan the picnic. But the picnic was already planned by the girls of course. We were total 15 to plan a day out, I, Rohan, Raghav, Akshat, Rishi, Bhavya and Rahul; and Riya, Tanya, Alankrita, ruchika and Pallavi. . . . . .