“To see her ,is to love her,
And love her forever,
For nature made her what she is,
And never made such another.”
-Robert Burns
Those who are here for a happy-ending story,mind it,this destination is not for you.The story is all about a lad,Yuvraj,and his venture in love.Yuvraj ,a good friend of mine,often visited me.He was very frank and a funny person.So it was always nice talking to him and we use to have long gossips whenever we met.One day,i randomly asked him,”hey buddy,do you have a girl friend?”.Suddenly his eyes seemed to glow up.He took a deep breathe and said,”Have u seen an angel?”.
”Hey, tht’s not the answer!”I shouted.
“your answer is hidden in my question,have u seen her?”he replied calmly..
“Of course not,They only exist in small kid stories or cartoons.bhai,... aur aaj kal toh pant main susu karne wala baccha he un par yakin karta hain”i answered cunningly.
“emmm may be but..Believe me ,I have seen an angel”yuvraj answered in sober tone and he began.....
“This all began,during my stay in lota.I was in chanchal classes,a renowned institution for the preparation for iit-jee.You know that it is a mixed feeling there.On one hand ,one loves solving difficult question and studying stuffs with logics.On the other,one may get fed up with the monotonous life out there,same rountine,same dpps,same sheets and everything things seems to come to a halt.I too was overwhelmed but was still fighting hard to live up to the expectation everyone has bound up with me i.e. to see me get through jee with flying colours.But i always heard a call inside me saying “Something missing”.”
“lucky me,the system of chanchal ,never keeps it “simple silly”.We had regular batch changes on merit basis and lucky me i was upgraded to new batch.”
“we too had it in kota,bansal ..i love this system”I answered with smile.
“and why not! ,new batch meant,new collegues ,new teachers and most importantly new girls to look at.However being a introvert(not now a days) sort of guy,i stood aloof from them,and used to occupy the last benches.Last benches are fun.You seem to be in new world ,master of your own will to much extent.You can talk silently,complete homeworks of other teacher during lectures,enjoy chewing gums,play games on mobile,and shout “Maro,maro”,when the teacher is not leaving on time.But alas!,you can’t look properly to the girls in the class,since all had there seats reserved on first benches.So i made my mind,and thought”Darr ke aage jeet hain” .It’s time to explore the concealed fantasy of first benchers.So the next day,i managed to get to the second desk and tried enjoying a glare at beautiful girls of our batch, occupying the other corner.But i didn’t find it much interesting and thought it as an attempt in vain.Meanwhile the teacher left and it was time for break.I was also leaving for a walk on the lobby and see if i could find any “maal” to glare at.But suddenly ,I saw a girl standing beside the corner most bench.She was earlier not visible from where i was sitting,But now i see in front of me,a girl,who has set my adrenaline pumping up.The serenity of her calm face,her first view ,has now left deep impession on my mind.Her charm was magnificent,resembling those which you find in lovely Bengali girls.She was dressed simply with hairs well tied up and her face glowed same as the horizon with the advent of rising sun. I was succumbed to the thought ,”Have i seen her earlier?”..As though she was known to me.But at the end of the day,what mattered was that the girl had caused me insanity and got a permanent place somewhere in the temple of my heart.Days went,and i was brimmed with tranquillity each time i saw her sitting silently at her permanent ,front most corner seat.I was not at all serious about talking to her or getting up on her eyes.I watched her secretly,which god knows why,gave me unmatched peace.She was not the only beautiful girl,i have ever seen,but resulted in something which the most beautiful girls of chanchal were unable to!.Then I had no clue from where she was?,what was her name?. I was totally blank about her.All I knew, she resembles an angel,whom i might have seen in my dreams”.
“but u know ,God is crazy,the periodic batch change system which was boon at one time ,proved bane this time and i have to leave her ,me being shifted to another batch.she too was shuffled ,bt alas! Not to the same batch as that of mine.
But i often(though not regularly) managed to come during breaks to see her sitting peacefully without getting any attention of her.Days past,and months past,and it was December,the last month of our coaching.My friends too experienced love.And one day,i saw a very close friend of mine ,mastram mishra giving chocolate to the girl named monal pandey,who stole his heart.Wow,can i also do this.the answer was”NO”.I was placid with what was going.The very next day,I saw, Vaibhav jain,another close friend of mine,with a girl.Suddenly something struck my mind.I am going to do this,if a shy guy like Vaibhav can,then why not i.I revealed my plans to Gaurav singhal,my best of best buddies.He adviced me that ,before approaching her,i should give her signals,and that by letting her know,someone is after her.I followed the advice.Everyday from then i dressed myself in best attire,perfumed heavily,and took bathe everyday(this was the most difficult part ).I roamed in front of her classroom during recess,stood at the notice board which she visited after the class was over.Gradually,finding me everyday at same places and glaring at her,she realised that i have cruel intentions.It was 5 days left to 1 january,the day when our courses in chanchal,comes to standstill.I thought now i am ready to talk to her.But the evrytime i tried i ran out of breathe and unable to face her.I followed her,one day,but seeing her turning to see her follower,i took a u-turn.I realised ,I will not make it and once again gave up the thought.The very next day,i couldn’t find her in her batch,nor around the notice board area.I thought ,she might have left for hometown,as most of the students had already left,before the scheduled day.”Oh my god.what have i done,i am never going to see her again.Perhaps never ever in my lifetime.I should have asked her name and hometown.But now it’s all over”i thought and came closed to the notice board.Suddenly i saw the image of a girl on the glass of the board.It was her reflection.She hadn’t left and was right behind me.I was such ecstatic that she left the place with her friend and i couldn’t have a talk with her.The very next day,it was announced that mine and her batch will have a combined class.I was thrilled.Once the class was over,i saw her leaving.Gaurav singhal,held my hand and said “phood de yaar,kar le bhabhi se baat”.Jaditya Bhushan ,my genious batch mate,accompained me and followed me till the end,His presence was realy inspiring and i felt i have no other option than to accompalish ma task.
“Hurray!i did.i followed her till the exit at the ground floor and introduced myself to her in funny manner(actually that looked absurd).She seemed unmoved and frivolous about talking to me.I understood,and said i only wish to know her name and where she belonged to...”Priti”she said.”.humkisanganj se hain”..I bid her thanks and wished a very happy new year since it was 31st December.During our evening extra class ,i saw her again.I approached her,this time my face blushing a little less and told her to join any social network site “Once the exams are over”.
“Did she came?”..I asked anxiously.
“yes,and we are friend till now”Yuvi replied
“So,kuch baat bani”I in serious tone
“No,she made me clear that she looks me as her friend and nothing else.Time passed,and she kept ignoring me.So,i myself decided not to disturb her anymore,after all she is a very nice lady and my angel too ..haha”Yuvi in non-serious manner
“Man,you are crazy,you spend soo much time thinking about her and how easily have you let her go.Atleat tell her what is inside you”I said in anger.
“I tried my best buddy,but things are quite evident.you can take a horse to water,but u can’t make it drink against it’s will.And suppose if she becomes angry , i might get cut to her.Pyarr ka matlab haasil karna nahi hota .
My friend Tejas chaudhary said me once" You are very lucky,Yuvraj, to know how she is now and about her wellness (indirectly or directly).There are millions who have no clue about where their loved ones have gone."
I loved a lass ,a fair one,
As fair as ever was seen;
She was indeed a rare one,
Another Sheba queen;
But, fool as then I was;
I Thought she loved ne too’
But now,alas!she has left me,
And there is nothing I can do;”
said yuvraj
“hmm..i think you are right.Everything happens for reason.”i tried to console.
“ye sab chhod,tum apna toh batao,koi ladki-sadki mili ki nahi”
“aree chutiya ho kya,hum aur ladki,,haha,,aree kisi se baat bhi nahi karte hain”I replied
suddenly my phone rang.Yuvraj picked it before i could see who’s calling.
“Aree ,see who’s calling,,,Sonam,,wah beta who’s Sonam?”questioned yuvraj
Sonam was a friend of mine but thinking i was caught lieing i was red all over and cried”kamine,phone de”
After bit of fight i snatched the phone and saw it’s not sonam but tata docomo adveritise call.Yuvraj was rolling on floor with laugh and i gave a thought
“
His laughter hides the grief deep within him,
He is full of life to the brim,
and this is how his agony release,
no need to say yuvraj “smile plz”..
and the pain burns out same as candle..
Beleive him,”He has seen an ANGEL”........
