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...
Uncertain and anxious, you stepped in this world of crimson and steel; leaving behind the hues of comfort, you were burnt to fit the OG feel; from a success story to a worthless 'jangu' , the fall was quick and steep; difficult to make peace with reality, very often made you question this leap; walking on two's was a thing of the past, your seniors introduced you to much cooler versions! Dirt, sweat , blood and bruise; slowly erasing all your aversions... getting innovative day by day, you learnt the tactics of OTA; gathering sleep bit by bit, in this world, our ' jangu ' had begun to fit many obstacles maneuvered' and life basics tossed; the lanyards were doned, and PT hurdles crossed! Battalion fall ins, the bajri order, and all the hell that broke lose!! those sleepless nights saying thank you's, the corridors witnessed shaping of the invincible zullus! there were lif...
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