I BELIEVE: INDIA UNITED: The revolution, the wild frenzy that has engulfed the nation today is the closest i could get to experiencing the feel of the freedom strug...
A Cadets love story All day i kept finding time and guts to make the call. Finally, got the phone free as well. Trust me; the nervousness was more than my first jump from the ten meter board! Trin... trin...... (%$#@&*)...... Trin.... trin..... "Hi! Busy are you?". "Took so long, to take the call." " Avijit !!!!". Khyati screamed. "Where on earth have you been?? and no no not busy. Unknown, outside Delhi number so i wondered.....ANYWAY... How are you? Finally got time to call eh? Didn't even tell me before leaving, you jackass!" {{Yea sure! you stood me up.. switched off your phone and acted like a psycho and I get to be the jackass}} Well of course this was just me speaking to myself. All I could manage to say really was, "hmm.... ya... got busy..". "You tell me how are things at your end?" I have no idea in which inauspicious hour I asked this question and BAM the dam of stories broke.... from ragging, ...
LOL We were in the same school. Our lives belonged to two separate worlds.... Seldom we spoke... She was this girly girl, pretty down to earth, certainly not the sort who would go 'eeeeeeeeep'. She was a decent, aware and a smart person. Perhaps that is what made her different. We would travel in the same school bus. Being the senior most lot. I and my bunch of guy friends would do shit crazy stuff to people on two wheeler s . Those bus journeys were the times when we started to interact and got talking. Our XII boards were over and that was the period of absolute ' vellapanti '. I had given the NDA exam and somehow managed to successfully clear it. Although S.S.B (Service Selection Board) and merit list were still left. I was the coolest person alive! My life was set! The ones who had the "O so cool IIT"s in mind were going to whichever places they managed to get. Thank God! For if it was not the NDA, only God knows where i'd be. The + - squares and...
This one's for the boy, who fell for the girl in combat boots; Had the strength to step in to a life, which idealistically just wouldn't suit; this one's for the boy, who had the courage to love a bad-ass; never intimidated by her free spirit, never insecure with all her sass; Plenty tales told about the fauji wives, I guess it's time... it's also the fauji girl's man, whom we must recognize this one's for the boy, who made her feel beautiful; even when broken and bruised, ignoring the drama back at home, letting her peacefully cruise; the boy who probably understood zilch, about the reason behind her frustration and tears; but who patiently waited, days and even weeks, for that rant which he'd hear... this one's for the boy, who made peace with coming back to an empty home; being okay with meeting in months, and the midnight walks which he'd now take alone; keeping the tradition of letters alive, he knows ...
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