The Phone Call

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He was from Chemistry,she was from History.Love knew no limits.

Submitted: July 29, 2017

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I called her at 8.00 a.m.The phone rang and she finally pressed the green button on her phone. Hello,her spellbinding voice exuded all of the emotions from inside me. Hi,i am Rahul , i spoke nervously. Rahul,you mean the same one from facebook ? Chemistry hons. ? Yes,the same one,i said. So,tell me,why did you called me ? Oh ! Actually i just wanted to know if you are free today ? Why ? She went curious. So that we can meet each other & bolster our friendship (get married,fictitious part of my mind said ) . But,why should we meet ? And we are already friends on facebook,i guess.Nonetheless,we are from different departments,so no point of getting very frank,she nixed the offer. I mean how cum same department become an alibi to befriend people ; I thought.Anyways,beauty and brain don't necessarily co-exist in Indian campuses and it becomes more pertinent in North India,the part that we endure. But i was just asking for a casual meet,i said. OK,will try but i have a CAT coaching class today,so it is not possible.May be we can meet tomorrow,she replied. I was staggered for two simple reasons.One,i was muddled that why should a CAT aspirant opt for Bachelors in History and second that how could the destiny play such a distasteful game with me ? I mean,the first love of my life was preparing for CAT and i was utterly unclear & confused about my future.The patriarch inside chided me. Which coaching,i asked ? Shree classes,near Ratu Road, Ok..i have some work to do..bye,she concluded. Bye,i tried to say but the call had already ended as the first crush of my life had already pressed the damn red button on her cell phone. I was happy and excited.She had agreed to meet me ,finally.I had spent last 15 days chatting with her everyday for 2 hours each that accounts for a total of 30 hours.In the same time,Mr.Modi could tour five big countries and can sign 50 MoU (s) but for me my world was centred at that one history girl.My labor had finally payed off.I was finally on the brink of making a historic relationship with a girl that was doing B.A. from History.I had firstly met her when she had inadvertently replaced my bag with her in the library room.Unfortunately,that was the last meet too.But,thanks to Mark Zuckerberg,i scouted her successfully on Facebook.Her name was "Anjana Kumari". Anyways,i thought of chatting her at the night so that i can fix a date with her.I opened facebook on my Chinese cellphone at 8.00 p.m.I searched her name in the messages list."Online 1 minute ago",it read.I felt sad,i had never felt the importance of 60 seconds so grossly in my entire existence. Knock knock,someone knocked at the door. Who is it ? I asked. Your uncle,an abusive reply came. I opened the door.As expected,it was the Brahmin Vinya who was donned in his Monte Carlo teas and Adidas trousers. What's up,scoundrel ? He asked Nothing bro,just planning for the exams,i replied. Vinya-But,seven days are still left dude.Nothing to worry about. Me-Yes,but i have to prepare for the inorganic part,buddy.You know,i don't understand this SKP's lecture.I doubt that he is an IITian.Even,the professors at my home district taught better than him. Vinya-You should have worried if you were planning for M.Sc and i think you are not... Me-Naah,not my cup of coffee. I am planning CAT. Vinya-Which weed did you consumed bro ? Me-Don't mock bro.I am seriously mulling to do MBA and i can prepare for CAT.You know,i got 85 marks in Mathematics in class 12 & 90 in english. Vinya-OK ! Go for it..my best wishes with you.But,currently,come with me for a tea. I covered my skinny body by a teashirt worth 150 Rs. that had the logo of "Pooma".If not original,i was atleast donned in a pirated version of "Puma". Me-Hey wait ! Vinya-What ? Me-Let me call Aslam to accompany us. Vinya-Unlike us,he would be studying.Anyways,this moron don't like tea.Just move on bro. Me-True words ! Actually,Vinya was right.Aslam was a Chemistry lover. His girlfriend,wife,obsession,submission,relation & hallucination was with one subject,Chemistry.During the exams,he was a difficult guy to meet because he wanted to top the class while we people had no such aspirations,even if we were somewhat capable. We moved to the tea stall at the Sarjana Chowk. It used to be the meeting point of the college goers in the evening.The atmosphere was full of smoke as variety of cigarettes were lit by all class of people.I mean,Cigarette is a great equalizer.Every person ruins his lungs and health in same manner irrespective of his race/caste/age/sex.Genuinely,it gives spirit to Article Fifteen of the Constitution that talks of equality.Young people,who should have been busy in shaping the country's future were apparently busy in ruining their respiratory system. Next time,we will have tea at Firayalal Chowk,i said sipping the tea. Why bro ? Why do you want to travel 220 metres more to have a cup of tea ?He asked We will suffer from cancer because these smokers will ruin our health too by virtue of passive smoking,i gave a scientific answer. You are getting more logical every passing day.I fear you will lose your originality bro,he mocked. Vinya-Anyways,a new movie "Bol Bacchan" is in the theatres .Let us go tomorrow. Me-Don't have money bro.Mom is yet to get her salary..Bihar government,you know.. Vinya-I know rascal but i am not asking you to glitz.Let us go to Sujata Me-Sujata,how much does it charge ? Vinya-30 Rupees only ! and don't say now that you don't have even that much money. Me-I have but the exams are nearing..can't take a risk in inorganic. Vinya-You dog..when did you started to worry about studies.Anyways,CAT do not ask inorganic. Seeing no other option left,finally i had to disclose the secret.. Me-Bro,the problem is actually different. Vinya-and what's that ? Me-I have a date with Anjana.. Vinya-That hottie from History?Are you kidding? Me-I swear to god.The date is not fixed now but most probably,we could meet tomorrow. Vinya-Bro,you are the cassanova of group.I never knew about your talent bro.Congratulations. We had finished our tea till then. We paid five rupees each and came back. But,how did you met her and when did you ask for date ?Vinya asked on our way back to hostel. Met on facebook and asked her on a date this morning through phone call,i answered. Vinya-But,how did you get her number ? Me-I just asked her no.and she gave me . These are city girls bro.These are modern,freedom savvy feminists.They don't worry giving their phone number. Vinya-But what will you gift her on first date ? Me-Dude,it is a meet,not an engagement ceremony that i will gift her. Vinya-But,yet you should gift her something.Girls love gifts more than anything. Me-But,what should i gift her ? Vinya-Dairy Milk,the silk one,girls love it. Meanwhile,we had reached his hostel.He took a leave from me and wished me luck for the next day. I entered my room.My roomie Manzil was back from Assam.He was pursuing PGDM in rural development from XISS,Ranchi which was a sister branch of St.Xavier's.He was busy reading some fiction book. I greeted him a hello ,he gently reciprocated and reverted to his book. I opened facebook again.I went through her name in the messages box."Online 2 hours back",it read. I wanted to talk to her. Should i call her ? I asked my heart. Yes,said the heart; damn said the mind. The mind was behaving like Pakistan.I had not asked of any opinion but it was illegally intruding in my tryst with history. Go to hell,i rebuked the mind. I went into the contacts and searched for Anjana.I dialled the number. "The number you are trying to call is unreachable"a melodious voice spurned my eagerness. Ok,i will call her tomorrow;i consoled myself. As i was thinking about possible conversation with her,my phone rang. Anjana calling,the display read. I was overwhelmed.I started to sweat,my heart started pumping blood at 4G speed,my hands started to shiver. With all those emotions of love and nervousness surrounding me,i gently pressed the beloved green button. Hello,i said. Anjana-Hey Sumit,it's anjana here. Me-Yes anjana..i have your number. Anjana-Actually,if you are free,we can meet tomorrow at CCD in the evening. I was exalted. I had never expected that sweet girl to call a dull,skinny boy like me to invite at CCD. Me-Yes,why not.At what time ? Anjana-At 6.00 p.m. ? Is it fine ? Me-Yes,off course. Anjana-But,see don't misconstrue my acceptance to meet you.Don't think in a wrong way,ok ? Me-Yes,i know.I'm not like those type of boys (I'm more stupid than them,my mind said). Ok,bye,she concluded. Good night, sweet dreams, i did a gentleman. The phone was cut.Thank you graham bell,i said.I was happy.The date-09/02/2013 had become the happiest day of my life.Now it was my turn to make 10 february the most happening day of my life ! Part 2-And Then ,Jab We Met..coming soon !


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