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Ek Chhoti Si Love Story!!!

There was something that was making the 2nd yr Mechanical guys overwhelmingly exhilarated. The new faces were beginning to come in sight and evenings and class breaks (count that as the full day) were being spent at the RMC. Wondering what is RMC? Well it has a public name as The Royal Mechanical Community, but actually it opens up as the Randwa Milan Chowk in reply to the Piya MilanChowk (PMC). Randwa is a term used in BIT and many other colleges to denote the guys who don’t have girlfriends. So actually it encompasses the entire Mechanical branch barring a few exceptions. He too was there. After all he was a mechie to the core.

Just when he was about to get back to the hostel after finishing off the day’s chores (analyzing the new female faces) he came across a face he had seen earlier. “Oh I know this girl” he uttered and turned to find that all his friends were looking at the same face with those licentious eyes (u can’t blame them, mechies yaar-it’s in their blood). And when they learned that he had ways to contact that girl he was no less than a celebrity. Days passed and everyday he would see that face, admire it and get back to the hostel. Months passed by. He would call himself a BOND but when it came to approaching the girls he had all the problems in the world. A semester passed by. “What a fattu” his friends would exclaim. No, he just could not muster the courage to walk up to her and say “Hi, You remember me?” He loathed the idea. Such a silly way to strike off a conversation. He won’t do this. Not in his life. He had never approached a girl in his life. He would never do. His school mates had known him for his so called ATTITUDE towards the girls. So he dropped the very idea of talking to her and found it much more comfortable watching her with a sip of coffee.

Classes got over at 11.20 am and as usual the entire mechanical had assembled at the RMC. The girl too had come to get a notebook and a few chocolates. Just then his roomie whispered into his ears. “Come on, talk to her. She is your schoolmate yaar.” He could not refuse after the strenuous persuasion which followed and a few moments later he was found following her thinking of a novel and innovative way of introducing himself. After all he was known for his bakar!!! “Excuse me”. A face turned and he forgot all he had thought and finally managed to say:”Hi, Remember me?” Oh God. He abhorred himself for what he had uttered. Now the conversation follows:

Girl (with a smile, she was munching a chocolate): Yeah, I do remember you. How are you?

Him (relieved): I am fine. Heard that u have topped your batch.

Girl (blushing): No, no. Just 8.something…

Him (a bit more confident now): Yeah, 8 pointers are called toppers here.

And then a pause followed. The girl, sensing the uneasiness he was going through ,offered the chocolate she was munching. But etiquette intervened and he said “No, Thanks”

“Ok see you later, bye” was all she had to offer as she turned back on her way.

Meanwhile the rendezvous had a few curious spectators and a girl offering chocolate at the very first meeting was considered as a major feat!!! Congratulations and bantering persisted. The hostel waited with more of this teasing. He was happy.

Few days later when he was waiting in the lobby for the lecture to begin, he found a group of girls strolling past the mechanical lobby. As usual they were greeted with the hooting and some comments.But as the group neared in, someone from the mob exclaimed” Are ye to Aashu ki m**l hai. Kyu madam aaj chocolate nahi dijiyega kya?” Someone else came up with a “Namaste Bhabhi Ji”. ” Ah, there goes my eternal love story” he thought and fled from the scene. But he had seen the expression of disgust on her face. He would never be able to face her again.

Next time they crossed each other he had plenty of other things to look around. The story ahead would be narrated by our very own Munnabhai MBBS:

“Woh raat apun do baje tak peeya.

Sapna toota hai to dil kabhi jalta hai’

Haan thoda dard hua par chalta hai.”

Moral of the story: Love is divine ……….too divine to be handled by devils like us.

Hail Mechanical!!!

Comments

debanjali said…
dat ws 2 gud aashu..........u shud hv bn a writer instead of a mechanical engineer......in fact al ur posts r fab
Saanjh said…
cool post !!

if the protagonist is u ..then im really surprised knowing that ur hanging out at RMC whereas PMC is actually the place u ,of all people, r supposed to be hanging out at !!

keep up the good job ..
Unknown said…
beta kya tumhe bit ka trend nahin pata ???yahan mechies ko ladki patana allowed nahin hai....they r just meant to .......the girls(got it na?)...ab galti karoge to saza to milegi hi..aise tumne mujhe batya nahin kaun thi woh??? nam...?? ya abhi.....??? hostel mein bata diya jaye.....
Rohit Prateek said…
saale ... agar hum galat nahi hain to woh ladki ka naam mere ko pata hai...baat dein kya yahan pe
Gammafunction said…
head in a tizzy after reading this post..is it possible to get drunk on your blog posts? :-) how come mechies are all so Randwa everywhere? and yeah really intrigued about who the girl is...batchmate of ours??
Ankita said…
don't you think we often over-rate the 'divinity' of love?

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