I ( Prajakt Rebeloma ) once joined a class at age 18. It was english speaking coaching class. It had nothing to do with my english speaking skills. I never wanted to improve it. I mean why should i, i was not looking for a job or something, i was not into hollywood movies, i don’t even have any wish that everyone should be impressed with me. Then why did i join? Well, i left my college when i entered 12th std when i use to live in Bhandara (Maharashtra). After doing some jobs on street, i came back to nagpur. Unlike other youngsters, i had no group of friends so i thought, may be i should join a class to expand my circle of friends. I completed my batch, still i used to go and sit in other batches. I loved group discussion sessions. Why? they were the only hours of my life, when i got chance to give different angle to any subject and people would actually listen. I was kind of famous for my dominating attitude when it came to group discussions ( GD ) and debates.
So i entered yet another batch of morning 11 to 12. Like other batches, everyone in that batch stranger to me but i had formed some good habits to make people comfortable around me. Koi milaye na milaye main pehle jake sabse hath milata tha. Apni seat pe baithne ke pehle main sabko ‘good morning’ or ‘good evening’ personally milke wish karta tha and that too with a smile on my face. This way, i avoided making enemies. How can people consider me an enemy when i was there dropping my ego, attitude, domination and meeting them like we are very old friends.
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| Miss Sunshine |
Anyway, as usual maine apna routine nibhaya aur ek seat pe jake baith gaya. Today, it was not group discussion session but debate. Wow, i love debating. It doesn’t matter whether am right or wrong, what mattered at that age ( 18 ) was winning a debate. And master announced the topic “Is there God?”. Haha, my favorite one. I am an atheist ( a person who doesn’t believe in god) so i have been debating on this topic my whole life. It’s funny, when a person who meets a person who doesn’t believe in god starts preaching him to convert him into a believer. You can guess on which side i spoke on that day. Yes, you guessed it right “Is there God?” “No”. No dobut my group was happy i was in their side. I kept on speaking till other group had no answers. But then, master told us to change side. Meaning people who said “No” will now prove there is God and people who said “Yes” will say No there isn’t. I loved it. What i love the most in debates is that i knew what i can say to disprove my own theories. So i kept talking on how everything i said earlier was bullshit. I forgot to tell you, she was sitting in front of me. With specs on her eyes, wearing a sporty t-shirt and jeans, i kept my one eye on her for an hour. She didn’t say much on the topic. She was kind of shy i guess. At least she acted like one. After session was over, i continued my daily routing. Saying “good bye” to everyone. Here is the truth. It was my trick. Pehle ladko se hath milao, class mein sabse baat karo fir usase baat karo jo tumhe pasand aayi hai. This way she can’t be rude to me or neglect me. Why? cause i was not just speaking to her. Most of the guys do this mistake of approaching only the girl they liked in any batch. But she knows why you approached her and then she will start avoiding you. Don’t take chances buddy. Approach whole class and then start approaching the one you liked. How can she blame you of hitting on her. She is unaware that tumne pura gaon ghuma us ek tapri ke liye jispe tumhari pyas bujhegi. When i approached near her, her friend came in front. Jisko patana hai saala woh piche lekin ek maal ki ek aisi dost hoti hai toh bich mein ghusegi jarur. But apan bhi kam nahi the, bas kya, maine bhi bechari se hi hello kiya aur us ladki ko naam pucha jo nishane pe thi. Her name was ‘Sunshine’ ( Bhai, tumhe kya laga asli naam bataunga. Asli naam bataunga toh uska baap aayega marne mujhe agle din. Darr is baat na nahi ki uska baap aayega, darr is baat ka nahi ki kahi mere hatho uska baap na pith jaye. )
Ek class mein jab hum ghuste hai toh hamara scanner pehle hi class ko scan kar leta hai ki class mein kitne aam pake hai aur kitne kacche. Aur maa kasam bhai, zhakkas thi woh. She was like an Indian plus Chinese. Her skin was smooth. No pimples here and there, bright white teeth, straight nose. She was really cute. Bole toh, ekdum makkan jaisi mulayam hogi uski skin.
I came downstairs to meet my friend who was waiting for me to pick me up. My friend swapnil saw her and he was continuously looking at her.
I came towards him, sat on his bike and whispered him “chote, booking ho gayi hai, ab bhabhi hai teri”.
It was impossible for me not to come in her batch regularly. Afterall in India, it takes time to move things forward. I didn’t had her number, i want her number. No i want her, but right now i want her number. For today, itna hi, keep on reading to find out how i got her number. Till then if you have any true story about you, msg me at my google plus profile. Bye. Take Care.
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