MY FIRST WORDS TO MY LOVE

MY FIRST WORDS TO MY LOVE
It has been a really madenning day i say to myself.dint ever knew that life in college wud be so hard.the image of myself been freaking all around bunking classes n fooling around with my teachers seems to have gone far away.i just reciprocate to myself that if all days be the day like today then...i m interupted by a knock on my door.its gyan again.he asks me that if i can just accompany him to canteen for an ice cream.i reply in a dull voice no gyan not today i m too tired.just as hes leaving i enquire about if i can talk to the person he was talking to before.he just shakes his head in confirmation n hurries to the canteen.all alone in my room n no one to talk to i try to find sumone to share my feelings with on the internet.i sign in the yahoo messenger n message kimssingh.a simple hi is all that i had sent.newtons third law states to every action thrs an equal an opposite reaction.i dont know how true is that about a conversation but i was glad to see a reply from the other side.we started conversing n we continued it till i was interupted by a volient knock on my door.it seemed people will bring it down if i dun open it in an instant.two of my frnds devesh n saurabh enter the room questioning bout wht was i upto.i just said in a plain cold voice nothin much yaar just was talking my blues away .as soon as they found out its a girl they were no longer intrested in me.thts not strange for youth of my age who dunt have girlfrnds n in depressing colleges where the sex ratio is like 1:10.they just jumped on my bed n started to give suggestions to me.suggestions bout wht shud i ask her wht i shud talk n tht all tis genral stuff is so so off the track.i quietly listened to them but dint follow a word they said.it seemed all nonsense to me.after a while it was enuf for them n they left shouting thr way out of my room. i was still busy talking to tis person behind kimssingh.suddenly i realised i dint even knew her name n i asked at once.the reply was quick n prompt my name is neha.it was like three hours since we have been conversing ,probably the longest conversation i had wid neone on tis planet earth whom i had met frst time n in such unusual way.she interupted me at that point n said she had to go.thr was nothin actually i cud have done bout it so i said sure but maybe i wanted to just make her stay just ask her one more of my silly inquisitive stuff.i lay on my bed just trying to figure out wht kind of person in real she will be.sure it wud have been tough after a frt meeting although the state of her mind was clear.it will not be exaggerating if i say
she was feeling lonely n uncomfortable.maybe her migration from india to u.s wich was only bout two months ago made her say tht she rather be alone though she constantly kept talking. she seemed lost n out of sorts bout wht she realy felt.was tis just another day for her or was she worried or sulking bout sumthin.i wud have never found it out had i not talked to her again.she seemed diffrent n surely she was.i guess every person has a certain degree of indifrrence from ne other individual but wid her it was much more then that.she talked like me when it came to topics pertaining to life,attitudes and genral approach which a person takes to solve common problems.i just kept on thinking about these things and didnt even realise when i fell asleep.will we be frnds or was it tht i was gettin attracted towards her???i dint even knew myself .maybe the flow of tis strange relationship (if at all i can say it was a relationship)will be decided in coming days.

ROOM NO. 102

Room No. 102

After a tiring evenings work i enter my room n what i see can only be seen in either bollywood movies or in my worst of dreams.My room had been stormed by someone or i should say by plenty of people.all my suitcases n bags r open.the bedsheet is fighting to stay on top of the matress.people might think at this point that it could have been for my belongings or money but tht is where u go all wrong.the only thing missin out of all my belongings were precious besan ladooes* n mathi wich my mother had lovingly prepared for me.suddenly umang(my roommate )enters the room.he is a tall n well built guy who is rather louder then one should probably be.i almost have had a clash with him in the morning n all tis just made me more mad.i enquire bout wht the hell had happened here.he laughs in his histling tone of his n says well dude seems like our room has been stormed by our mates.i just nod my head in disbeleif of the extent of tis wilderness and try to bring some sanity to my room.just as i m done its 8 pm.official time for dinner.as my room is on the ground floor it automatically becomes the dinning room when the mess is either full or thrs is a long queue for chapattis*.unluckily tht evening my room had to be changed to the dining room.i think bout it now n it feels nice.how many times in your life does one have dinner with room filled wid ur frnds like crazy.everyones just sittin where thr is a slightest bit of space trying to make as much room as one can for other fellows to come in.on popular demand i just play hotel california the famous eagles song on my computer but have to face repulsion from the heavy metal lovers.also i m being thwarted for not having as good a set of speakers as they have liked.nehow i just get lost into myself thinking that its just one of those days .tired i was before but now exhausted i lay on my bed as everyone just finished dinner n quietly goes out of my room.it had been a very tough n a really rough day for me.sumhow i just start thinking bout who the person behind kimssingh really is.

THE BEGINING

The Begining
subtitle no.1 - the first sights of a stranger
Its a hot indian summer evening .i have just been promoted to the third semester of information technology course that i have been pursuing in my college(indian institute of information techonolgy allahabad)The sessions are yet to begin but studious me just stuffs the bag with my customary long registers and my borrowed books (which i had taken from my lovely friends)and head my way to computer centre no. 2 located at the heart of colleges main campus.As i enter ,i m a bit surprised by the wonderful ambeince around.i am forced to ask myself that am i still in a college or is it that by mistake i have reached a corporate office.on request from the guard i sign in the visitors register and head my way to the first floor.as we have just shifted to the main campus we have not been assinged our labs as yet so i head my way towards any of the empty labs.as my searching eyes look observingly throughout the first floor i find lab no 2201 a particualry less noisy n empty lab.i make my way into it.among its inhibitors i can see three people.one of them is staring at me as i have commited a crime entering his den.the other is busy in watching popular series friends.while i can see the last one just making his way towards me.he stops me n enquires"which semester do u belong to???????,dont u know tis is the lab of seniormost semester n juniors r not allowed to enter it"* i hestitatingly reply i m sry sir but the labs havent been alloted to us .as soon as they will be u will not see tis petty fellow in front of u sir.at tis he says in a elderly like voice"well it seems boy tht administration has been shunning away from its responisibilties quite often these days.neways i can let u use our lab till u get urs"i quietly take my place on the centre table inside the lab take out my operating systems book n start scribbling important points in the notebook like it has been a habit of me since childhood.after about an hour i m done wid about 10 pages of it n feeling uncomfortable enuf to continue wid it.i just lay back on my chair when suddenly the door opens up.to my surpsrise enters my friend gyanveer.a thin n tall fellow,a no nonsense person who is regarded as the most non complex n sumtimes stupid person in our batch.i greet him n he return it wid a warm hello.walks straight across me n takes his postion on one of the computers behind me.by now i m completely exhausted wid the introduction chapter of the book n really need some rest.i move my chair besides him.he just signs in* the ever so popular yahoo messenger .i say to him :cumon gyan tis all is crap do u think ur seriously gonna find one fine person to talk to tis way.u shud better study the competion is gonna be tough tis semester n i have also heard about a project of graphics is a compulsion"he replies is his ever so child like voice my friend maybe i will find sumone who knows wht frndship really is.i just pause a while n then comment well whtever when u find sum1 like tht do tell me i will be more then happy to talk to that person.he says sure n i just leave me to dig into my book again.after a while i see him talking to sumone.i go near him n comment well stupid buddy seems like sumone is fooling u or he cant be talking to u for so long.i just look at the messenger window n the id is kimssingh.i enquire :woooohhhh so its a lady ur talking to u.hmm neways so how do u know her".i dunt know wht had happened to him but he dint seemed to care bout my question n is just lost in replying to the fellow girl.i also take my seat patiently besides him n see wht all they r talking.about half an hour later it ends.it was nothing more then just a genral conversation wich two people will have who seem to be meeting n knowing each other but intrestingly the replies from the other side made me curious enuf to ask if gyanveer has ever seen her or met her.he replies he has her snap wich obviously they had exchanged.i enquire from him wht about ur snap??dint u give her urs?????at tis he laughed at me sayin ohhh sameer ur just too naive do u think i will be sending my snap to neone over the internet.i ask so u havent send it at all.his face develops some croocked expressions n he replies merrily ofcourse i have only the thing is it wasnt mine.it stunned me.its so much hypocritcal.a person searching for wht he calls a true frnd is full of fears when it comes to knowing how does he look.sadly he shouldnt be blamed.this is a bitter truth.u cant trust neon over the internet.but i beleive one shud be true to himself or herself.nehow thr talking was over n so was my rest period.after trying to relate certain given facts in the book i head my way back to my hostel room.

INTRODUCTION

hi
i will like to introduce al the readers to my blog and what it is all about.Its all about a story .A story of the kinda all the people must have heard or read sumwhere or the other.Its about a feeling.A feeling which is so divine that all of us have felt it sumtime or the other.Its about love.I cant provide a defination to the love but i guess its by far the most divine of things that ever can exist.
Well i will like to end it here.Hope u enjoy the story as if unfolds.
regards
sameer