Half A chapter Part II- The Him in her Story!

Like any other teenage girl, there is always an excitement about college. Yes! of course, everyone wants to be famous, be adored, and be talked about all the time! 

Now, the first day I ventured in for counseling, it was rank 1879 on the call for Bachelors in Law admission in the then Guru Gobind Singh Indraprastha University in 2010 at Kashmere Gate! Yes! the old building. 

I was busy exchanging the new vibes of the hall in her cotton grey Salwar Kameez. Definitely! I was out of the town model but it was an admission in the lot that was important and not the clothes! 

Meanwhile, I kept on convincing a girl to leave the session and join some other college so that I get my seat fixed in the slot. In doing so, I missed the call. It was Divyansh that kept me occupied. No no! No love buzzing here, you know like, you go to crowded places and meet some strangers of your age talk is about to happen.! 

There! Bang on! 

" I think it was your rank, you missed it!", Divyansh said. 

"Oh what! Okay!", I reacted. 

She immediately stood up, carried her details in the clear bag and walked towards this women with dark pink lipsticks and sleeveless blouse with a purple printed saree, she was dressed as if there was a wedding affair in the hall. 

"Mam Rank 1879..."

"So rahe they aap?" (Were you sleeping), She burst with sarcasm.

"Mam sorry..."

"Documents sarey hain? Chalo Entry karo attendance sheet par."

 ( Are all your documents complete? Make your entry on the attendance sheet.)

"Management Quota?", The man on the dais asked.

"Sir, Rank hai 1879. Normal admission chahiye.", he laughed and marked my seat with a plus on a sheet of paper before my name and I took the nearly close available college, Delhi Institue of Law where life was waiting for lessons and a big change. 

Later on, I understood what management quota actually stands for! 

Ṭhey took a registration fee demand draft of Thirty- Eight thousand from me and the rest of the fee amount of about Sixty thousand was to be paid in the college. 

I had a college now, I was going to pursue BALLB (H). 

I went back to the group where I was gossiping. 

"Tera ho gaya?", Divyansh asked.

"Han yar!", I replied with excitement. 

"Kya liya tune? DIL?", he asked as if there was another option on the plate.

"Han wahi! Kya hua?"

"Arey F**k, tu ne bhi wahi liya? Kya baat hai koi CPIL jaa hi nahi raha".

I was clueless about what to reply. 

"Chal milte hain class mein.". 

we shook hands, exchanged a smile and he was the first person I met from the college. 

The adventure will follow on 12 August 2010. 

For a group of people are waiting for me, for the journey to begin. 

"Mujhe intezar tha, 

ek anubhav ka,

kuch sabak mera intezaar kar rahe they.

Kyunki, kitabon se bahar bhi ek duniya hai,

unke panno ki jhalkyaan dekhna abhi baaki tha,

abhi to mujhe ishq hona baaki tha."

Half A Chapter Again Part I

It's June, I smell some lost hearts here and there. Well, I almost faced the same thing again and again every year. It is like, the month of May will bring you just a piece of shit, in your life and suddenly when it will be July, with the rains, wounds will get washed away. 

Am summing up after a long time. It is like, a grown up girl, after a fall, trying to rise up yet again, after so many turmoils. 

Well, I have deleted all of my previous blogs, I don't know why, may be I have a lot to say with this whirling thing called time. This madness, it bring along  so many crisis. So i felt , starting with something new would definitely bring something good for us. 

Right now, the situation is very dark and dull, sparkling effect is gone. With this age of mine, I guess, we experience, half of the remote things in life. Love comes to us and goes, we had been into tiffs and fights often. Experienced passionate love making and boozed like more about 20 bottles with your best friend cursing your ex over some very serious issues. Puked on a stranger and strangled him to death without a reason. 

Out there on the planet, beside the screen that you view Every day, there is a reason everyone is surviving on the planet. everyone has a purpose, perhaps, not the same, but a reason worth millions dollars. 

I had started creating my blog thing back then after school, but all of a sudden, when your hit hard. right there... heart! Yep. You don't feel a purpose. Now I do. Is it necessary to write something when you just feel bad about it, you can share whatever, with time. But this one is true, I rather felt, lost and din't wanna write at one point of time. Lost a big thing..  

This is time. 

This is 2018, and am gonna start with something personal. Something, a women must read, feel and go through. With every age, a women brings in some chemical changes in her body. Well, seasons, add more of a cocktail effect to that, not her fault. Nature made her so. And there it is, the changes, bit by bit ... one by one. it is thorough, roads are rough, she is gonna have a bumpy ride, but then there is nothing different. 

Let us give this person a name, Netra. 

Why don't just start talking about her.. no. Not now, it is too early. 

We will start with what is going on in the life of this Pretty young girl. Dark Brown stuffed rosy shade hair, light brown gleaming eyes, a nose pinned on the left face cut, heavy cheek bones mushing with redness bumped when its real white winters in her place and so much more.. A simple, lady with abundance of love and affection, no hard feelings and innocence, raged by hatred and sympathy with time. 

Women, is an epitome of love, she has always been, however, it is not that difficult to understand her, she is a human after all. And there is a reason, the almighty made her that way. Lushed with love, affection, care and so much sense in just one gesture.. Alas! we don't always get to see them this moody... aah! do we? 

Age, goes by years, dulls up with seasons and shows fatigue during the day, horns up at night. Right now, she is in pain, suffering with affliction. Some crushed down her dreams, some wounds, some penance, some seasonal changes and hormonal imbalances. Not just periods darling, everything has changed for her. 

Something in her heart is burning her up. She is lost, nurtured with so many morals, that voice goes by and she just stands still in one corner of her four storey house, where there is a lot going on. 

A madness running wild, over a call. A rage, asphyxiating in just one thought, for a reason why? A loss again. Once again, the same loss.