2011 - An admission love story .

This is a simple story which I wrote  a couple of days ago .




" I am so bored . "  I tell my friend as I soon as I spot her online . It is admission time , the change time . I am done with mine , some are still going on with theirs , others have already left for their colleges . My friend is one of the waiting ones . A couple of days ago I was also in the same zone as she is in so I know how it feels like, the uncertainity  and for someone like me who has a phobia of the unknown; it can be pretty scary .

I ask her to meet me at the nearby McDonalds at about 8:30 pm.Even though I'm certain this is not a date my cheesy invite sounded so date like that I get a nice reprimand from her.

My conversation with her is done with and I slump deep into my chair and begin to reminisce about some past events my old school , kota ,my screw ups of this year . All of them pass in front of my eyes like a powerpoint presentation with effects so wonderful that Mr. Gates would have been proud of.

That presentation transits into a dream as my state of near perpetual wakefulness shifts to that of sleep (or a drunken stupor, something which can be brought by a vodka bottle coupled with 44 hours of sleeplessness ). In my dream I hear my phone ring, the voice of Mr. Mike Shinoda telling me  how fast time flies by . I try to stop it by strangling my phone(in my dream state of course you dumbo) but my failed attempts make me sit up with a jerk as I realize that it is my phone in reality which is ringing and not that of the dreamworld .

I pick it up , the display reads "Anmol Calling " .  (Btw Anmol is my best friend .)I take his call .

Call done with . Seems like a classmate of ours could no longer bear the uncertainity of his future , the taunts at his home , the questioning , accusing stares of those around him and thought; it were better to just let go off everything , and he chose to do so in the easiest , most common fashion - by gulping down a couple of AllOut refill bottles(the 45 night ones ) . Luckily , he was caught early(halfway through his second bottle) and is right now admitted in the Elizabeth Memorial Hospital . I told Anmol to meet me there in 10 minutes .

As I walk towards the hospital , I am reminded of a short story of Chetan Bhagat I read a few days back (shared by a friend also in the doldrums) . The brutality of the competition in each and every sphere of our present lives makes me feel that Darwin really knew what he was talking about when he coined the phrase "Survival of the fitest" .Since I was also in a similar sitauation as the guy was prior to his suicide attempt and my admission I find myself empathising with him , remebering the trapped feeling which I had when I felt as if the door to my future was securely locked , the key thrown away into the ocean , swallowed by a shark .

Saw the poor guy and am still haunted by the look of emptiness on his face . I am deeply saddened when I realize that to his tags of useless , fool , a chance thrower a new one just got added  "A suicide attempter ". :(


"And she is late ." I tell myself as I have a look at my watch , "A whole 10 minutes late ."I look around , and see McDonalds being pretty empty , probably the emptiest of all the times that I have been here .While I am gazing around my friend arrives and is soon towering near my chair before I notice her . And then when I  notice her I am lost , completely , totally , she brings me back to reality by samcking my head and I blurt out  , "I love you . "

She is thrown off guard and then reagains her composure . She sits down in her chair as I continue staring at her mesmeized and then she smiles lovingly and says  , "I told you na . No date . "
:)