It’s long…coz it’s true! I cudn’t mak it short…as it was my life!
I dint ogle n drool at every chick that passed by. I was different. I made my decision when I noticed dis new-comer in my 3rd class. Let me call her “M”(her pet-name starts wid tat). She came to limelight when a notorious class-mate of mine wrote “M loves Murali” on a piece of paper n made it public, which made her cry. I consoled her posing heroism. Very soon we bcame frnds. Amused n Fancied by her beauty I fell in love wid her. I used to skip playing footer in the mornings, to see n greet dis girl coming thru the gate. The days went on wid my daily prayers for her… a few lines “God! When I grow up let me marry dis girl _______( her full-name). let her not change the school in summer”…very secure, was I?
Our gud frnshp continued in 4th . domain reduced from class-mates to bench-mates. I used to be very mischievous in our dance class, where the teacher has the guys slapped by girls. So a few gud slaps from M evry time. Shame wasn’t a factor then! Once she brought an ‘artificial radium paper’ which she denied giving to any of the fellows but, for me it was different! She herself started forming my name wid the cut-bits of that paper. By the time she wrote “P.” it was bell n hols followed.
5th- The disaster yr. Few ppl frm section A ll be sent to a new section C to accompany the new-comers. As u expect, she was sent to C. I could hav changed my class if not for Murali(apparently my best-friend) who changed from C to A preempt to me. tho lyt liya – socha doori badne se pyaar badjathe!. Spoke to her only 1ce to ask her quarterly marks.
6th – A 30-day practice for sports day wid M standing next to me among 500 >> pandage kada…30 day Christmas…gags, quips, squabbles were all a part of rejuvenation of our friendship. The effect- 61/100 in math annual xam…least ever. Got left & right from mama n papa. I felt bad as I wanted my love to be a motivation. So bcame a bit-more serious wid acads in 7th, which took me to the top n never dropped down. I made a call to her on the day b4 our final common xam n annoyed her for few mins. When we met on the xam day she requested me not to call agn, to which, I obliged.
8th – Not much of interaction wid her. Only satisfaction was that we belonged to the same “Yellow House”, as houses were made permanent.
9th n 10th – Being the school leader, thought I’ve got the best of chances to impress her. Every word of mouth, every action, every innovation was targeted to impress her. I memorized a few telugu poems from the rear-end just to flaunt b4 her in C section, which I successfully did. An incident happened where one of her angry friends asked her to go to VJ(me). To dis she responded "Is VJ trying for me? Do I have that capacity?". I wasn't trying, but dying for her. The lines she wrote about me in my slam – “dedicated, hardworking, determined to do any work, good at presenting urself b4 others”. So thinking that I made into her good books, I just went along to get back at 18.
During SSC I heard that she was troubled nd forced to copy. Dis evoked the pre-existing agitation against mal-practices in me. I dint bother to keep my results at stake as I countered the invigilators questioning their etiquette. It did reduce her trouble. Post board-results I made a cal to her aftr takng her perms to do so thru her frnd…incidentally our totals had the same digits
Let it not be monotonous… ll continue in part-2.
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