The oNly reason I don’t propose you, is the fear of losing you

We were in same class since kinder garden, but I had never felt anything for her.

Esha, for me was just another girl in my class.

We stayed in the same colony. Our parents are good friends, so she would come with her mom to my house. When she wanted to play with me, I would play on my PlayStation completely ignoring her.

I never spoke to her.

 She would always say Hello Kshitij whenever we met, and would always come and sit next to me in school bus and I would rudely tell her to get up.

Our parents would also enrol us in the same tuition classes and so all my friends would tease me.

How i used to HATE her!

Sometime in our 7^th standard I shifted. I was happy, now that we won’t be travelling to school together.

Maybe she wanted to hug me when I was leaving, but I didn’t even care to say goodbye.

It was the 1^st day of our 8^th standard.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her that day. I couldn’t help noticing her.

In two months she had grown.

She was always cute, but now she looked more beautiful, where as I had grown healthy (fat).

Now my friends would not tease me with her, I was not linked to her anymore. Whereas those friends wanted to link with her now.

She had started ignoring me. I guess she had now realised that she is beautiful and I am a douchebag.

It was the time when yahoo messenger and orkut came to the scene. I struggled adding her as friend in either.

She was now the most beautiful girl of our school and me, a big fatty nerd.

Her sexy quotient on orkut showed 100, while that icon didn’t even appear on my profile.

Worst was when my close friend started dating her and then I had to stay glued to my PC and various internet websites to find solace.

Maybe she liked me earlier, and I regretted hating her then.

As time flew by, Facebook arrived and killed Orkut.

I was a mechanical engineering student now and my life became more boring with only 2 

girls in my class.

How I dreamed now of taking her to worli seaface for a nice romantic walk.

With nothing to do, I created a facebook page, “The oNly reason I don’t propose you, is the fear of losing you” (I don’t know why I capitalized “N” in the word only”).

I had never wanted to propose her actually, but I tried to comfort myself with that page.

 I later renamed that page as Fukats.

My like page had some 83 likes, I never bothered to check and keep the page active, but then I got a notification that Esha likes your page, and that changed my life.

I started updating the page and sharing photos,  I started making some troll images and started sharing them on my page.

The page became viral and attracted thousands of likes!

She started liking all the status, pictures I shared on the page but she just wouldn’t accept my friend request.

She was now in love with the admin of the Fukats page.

She even started sharing her personal problems with the one she thought was admin of Fukats (unfortunately for her I was the admin of Fukats).

She started taking advice from him.

This was the opportunity I grabbed with both hands.

 And I did help her :P

As per my advice She finally broke up :P

Finally after 37862268 failed attempts she finally accepted my friend request.

                                                                                 to be contd....

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Viva fever

Time allotted was 9 am.

I left my home at 9:30. I called my friend to ask if theviva had started because that would decide if I had to take a bus or a cab.

Yes, my friend said, “The viva has started. The first tworoll numbers are already in. where are you?”

“I will be there in two minutes”, I said and quickly hung upthe phone.

It was quite surprising because externals don’t usually showup unless its 10am and viva doesn’t start before 10:30.

My roll number was 21. I still had a lot of time till mynumber would come, but when you are in your final semester you know how unpredictablethe viva’s are. So instead of doing some calculations I decided to catch a cab.

The biggest advantage I have is that, I stay near to thecollege.

So I took a cab. There was no traffic on the way and I reachedcollege in 15 minutes.

I feared I was late, probably I was next to go in. I stillhad to study a couple of questions.

I climbed 8 floors as quickly as possible only to find thatroll no 1 and 2 were still in the lab giving their vivas.

I had just spent 5 times more money coming by cab.

I could have come by bus or could have easily left at 10 andstill reach on time.

Roll number 1 and 2 finally came out after getting drilledfor around 25 minutes.

First two roll numbers turn into celebrity as soon as theycome out. They are very important. They usually set the tone.

Everyone rushed towards them. Everyone wanted to know howthey performed. What questions are being asked? How is the external? Is theexternal male or female? How the external looks? Does the external ask whathave you studied?

Meanwhile I revised some questions and also got some newdoubts. I ignored them and consoled myself that external won’t ask them.

It was 11:55 then and roll number 19 and 20 went inside thelab.

Next was my turn. It’s not funny when you are next for viva.

An immense pressure creeps in your body.

I tried reading but everything seemed alien now. So I closedmy book, took the file and waited for my turn.

At 12:03, I started talking to myself, “It’s just  8 minutes since roll numbers 19 and 20 havegone in, still time for my turn. But I could be going in the next second”.

15 minutes ago I was full confident on what I had prepared.

At 12:07, I was still waiting. I had no idea what was goinginside.

Has the external suddenly became irritated? Who knows!

It’s that time during waiting period , you may fumble whenasked what’s 2 + 2?

At 12:12, I could see my whole world before my eyes. Those whowere done with their viva’s were relaxed now.

Studying everything doesn’t always mean your viva would besuperb. Everyone must have had atleast one not so good viva during their lifeas engineering student.

There are few students who answer confidently, some fumble, someanswer wrong with confidence. I fit in all these types.

Being in 8^th semester I have experiencd all typesof externals.

There are some cool externals. They are less concerned aboutwhat’s going on and more interested in gossiping with the internal.

There are some who  act cool but sarcastically insult you. They  say,” Oh! You are not saying anything, maybeyou haven’t eaten anything from morning”.

There are some who are nice to you no matter what you say. Theywould give a smile as you walk inside, make you comfortable and eventually giveyou good grades.

Some would be silent but deadly. You can’t predict if youare right or wrong. They would just smile at you.

There are some Hitler types. They shout at you even when youanswer correctly. They always tell you  that you are wrong.

And then there are some with superb 6^th sense. Somehowthey would always ask a question on that little paragraph in that big chapter whichyou had ignored.

Whatever you study. How much you study! You will always liketo be asked what is 2+2 ? Unless you are wannabe nerd.

At 12:20 there was still no sign of roll number 19 and 20coming out. My legs had become numb now.

I didn’t know if my blood pressure was falling or rising.

At 12:23 the door finally opened.

The professor came out, smiled at me and said with a politetone, “We are taking lunch now. Come after 20 minutes.”

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