Extremely sorry for the late update, but you guys
don't seem to be concerned about it anyway. Huh, the reason about the late
update is a huge blunder in my college. Okay, forget that. One more thing is
that, nowadays I come online mostly through cell phone and I don't know why but
the comment-writing box isn't visible on the cell phone browser. Opera mini
sucks at that point. That's why I can't comment here. So, if any of you are on
Twitter, you can follow me @swarnabh . Swarnabh, that's my real name, real and
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that, it is just a lame ad to increase my followers on twitter. Don't worry I
will return you the favour, that means I will follow you back. I remain online
on twitter almost the whole day, in classes too. Back to the story, with this
speed, I hope to complete this fiction before 2012 since I don't know whether
the Earth is gonna celebrate its obituary or ours. Anyway, the movie was a
crap. And here I am with a small treat for the SR Fans, if any of them is
reading this. Last thing, I love writing craps like this Paragraph. Bear with
me. That's what I do on Twitter the whole day. And I am writing a crap in the
name of Fiction, maybe that's why you guys don't comment. And, yeah, crap is my
favourite word. The title of my next story may be CRAP itself. Let me stop here
otherwise this crap would become larger than the crap below.
Part-4
Doppler's
Effect
"You have everything twice in numbers. I didn't asked
you, why is it so?" I asked Rahul while studying in his room. It was true that
all hi stuff were twice in numbers, the same two watches, two bed-shits, two
table-lamps and all.
"Lucky numbers. You see, my birthday 2nd
Feb and my AIR was 222."
"Crazy, my AIR was 77 yet I don't have 7 table lamps."
Ermmm, I don't have even one.
"Many people believe in these, I am not the single
nut-case."
True, India a super superstitious country. Even if a guy going
for IIT-JEE forgets his admit card and his father calls him from behind to hand
over his admit card then his mother will yell on his father telling it's not good.
What the hell, eating a curd would ensure a seat at IIT without admit card then
almost all of the IIT aspirants would consume a kilo of curd. Is curd measured
in kilo or litre? Don't know!!
I also become superstitious sometimes. I remember, in
the morning of the day when JEE result was to be declared, I had picked up a
lizard and dropped it on my shoulder since I had heard it's believed to be
fortunate thing. Though, I didn't know on which shoulder to drop, so both
shoulders got one-one chance. And now if you are thinking what the result was,
I mean selected in IIT or not, then please visit a psychiatrist. If you still
haven't understood the above sentences, please get admitted to a mental asylum
directly.
"Okay." I was back from my journey towards past.
Suddenly a crazy thought stroke my mind and I started laughing. Rahul was
dumbstruck.
"What's up with you now? I told you many people do
these things, lucky numbers and all."
"No, that's not the case, I wondered I you have
two'..ermmm'Good Night." I was coming back to my room when I met PVR on the
corridor.
"Having fun bro?" He asked.
"Huh, not at all."
"How are studies going?"
"You know better than me." I chuckled.
"Yeah, I have already suffered, and suffering now
also. Have you heard of betting?"
"Batting? Cricket?" I thought the cricket batting.
"Yes, cricket, but not batting-bowling, it's betting,
B-E-T."
"Oh, yeah."
"You wanna try it?"
"Try? Betting on cricket matches?"
"Yeah."
"Are you mad?"
"What mad? It's not the real betting at all. It's at
campus level only."
"You guys do this?"
"Yeah, but we don't work for Dawood. Okay?"
"Let me think. Good Night." Damn the betting-shetting.
But I couldn't say a direct NO to PVR.
I came back to my room and crashed on the bed. It was 2 am. IITians don't sleep till that time and IIT aspirants
don't sleep at all. When I was finally going to sleep, I heard a sound, Chhin
Chhin Chhin, sound of a payal or something. I looked out of the window since it
sounded from the ground outside the hostel. I saw nothing. Thinking that it
might be an internal sound of the food being digested, and due to the Doppler's
Effect or something like that it sounded like a payal, I dozed off.
Quizzes come and go like the mosquitoes in the IIT
hostels. Oh, sorry mosquitoes come and then it's their room and you only have
to go outside to save your butt from getting pimples on it. Where was I?
Quizzes, yes, but the first one remains special and memorable. Nerds wait for
that so that they can impress the Profs. Then the others students start to hate
them. I always hated the guy who topped in my school. The quiz came; the
results came in a day. I topped it. Damn, I hated the result. I hated to be the
one hated by the students whom I wanted to hate. But the hate, oops, sorry,
fate wasn't in my side. You might be thinking, what a crazy case I am. I am
like this only, and I don't care if you care about me. All my friends asked for
a treat. Damn, what treat, I didn't want to top, so? But they didn't listen to
me, that's not any different because hardly any animal on this planet does
listen to me.
Where was Riddhima? I hadn't met her. I was waiting
for her the that day in front of the class. I saw her coming and I went away
and came back at the time when she reached there, so that it would look like I
had incidentally met her, not intentionally, after all I also have to show some
attitude.
"Hey, congratulations on topping." She initiated the
conversation.
"Breaking news, I guess."
"Where is the treat then?"
"What treat? I don't know anyone named treat? Have I
met him earlier?" I grinned.
"Huh, should I gift you a dictionary on you birthday?
By the way when your birthday comes?"
"I don't know."
"Don't know? What do you mean by DON'T KNOW?"
"It's that, I had been trying MJ's 45 degree step last night,
and now I don't know if my nose is functioning well and I don't remember my
birthday as well." Evil grin!
"You remember me?"
"I was going to ask you name by the way." I chuckled.
"You are a unique nut-shell."
"Oh, thank you, I love to be called unique. And when
is your birthday, wait, I guess girls don't reveal their birthdays. Right?"
"We don't tell our age, not birthday. And I am not
going to tell you my birth date anyway." She went towards her seat. I followed
her.
"Can I sit with you?" I asked her.
"Why? You don't know me. Naa?"
"Because I have to find your date of birth. Where is
your I-card?"
"Your seat is there." She pointed towards my seat.
"I know very well. Have you been looking at me during
the class? Bad habit. Pay attention to the Prof instead of looking at a
handsome guy."
"Oh God, please save me." She threw her hand up the
air.
I pushed her aside, "Give me some space atleast." She
slipped away. The Prof came in a second. Why the hell Profs don't come lately
to the class? Damn the Profs.
She frantically took the notes of the crap by the
Prof. I didn't even wrote a word. Oh, I hadn't even opened my note book. It
felt awesome to be sitting beside her.
"What are you writing?" I peeped towards her note
book.
"Sssshhhh." She opened my notebook, "Write."
"Oh my god. Optics? Is it your 10th class
note book?" This was her instant response when she opened my copy. I looked on
my copy; I turned over the first page. Yes, it was my tenth class notebook.
What was it doing here?
'Armaan Mallik
Class: X
Physics'
The hand writing looked like Graffiti written on the
toilet walls and the content was similar to the contents of toilets.
"I don't know how you topped." She spoke again
"I don't even know how I was selected in JEE." I
smiled. This was true.
"Now, please let me concentrate."
"Request granted!!"
All I had written was:
Size can't be reduced.........unless the...........pressure inside
the body................is released................odour is very unpleasant and is gas is
colourless.............dynamics inside is.............linear...............the gravity works.................on the
material.................when it is released..............
Mind you, I had eaten up the words between. Okay?
"Where are you going?" I asked her after the class
when she was going away.
"I come here for studying."
"When did I say I have come here for modeling?"
"You seem like that only."
"See, now you only are saying that I am good looking."
"Go to hell!!" Anger plus Girls, God, please save
boys.
"Sorry, sorry sorry sorry. Let's go, my treat."
"Huh."
"Please," I joined my hands. This melted her, or
probably girls love getting treats.
"Okay,"
"Armaan!!!" Rahul shouted when we were going. Bad
timing and bad luck.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Armaan is giving treat, join us." Riddhima spoke
before I could utter a word.
"Sure." Rahul said. All my signals transmitted through
eyes and the dielectric medium of air went to drain. Meet me in the hostel, you
rascal.
Soon we were at the ice-cream parlour nearby the
campus, Neutrino Ice-cream Parlour. The shop owner also knew that only
neutrino, positrons and electrons revolve inside the heads of IITians.
"Order." I said to Riddhima.
"No no, you order, it's your treat." She answered
back.
"Okay, one glass water for the lady. What's the bill?"
Electrons might have been revolving inside the mind of the worker in the
parlour. And the electrons might have jumped to the orbit of higher energy
level. So the atom could not bear that much energy and burst out. He looked in
awe towards me.
"Huh, butterscotch for me," Riddhima said.
"Chocolate," Rahul joined, "Vanilla." This was from
me.
"Vanilla?" Both Riddhima and Rahul asked me.
"Yeah, vanilla. Classic one."
"What is Siddhant doing now?" I asked her.
"BCA!"
"Good," I was happy that I was doing a much
prestigious thing that doomed creature.
"Who is Siddhant?" Rahul asked.
"My brother, cousin." Riddhima spoke. I tossed the cup
into the dustbin while both of them went and threw theirs properly. Am I the
only insane creature here?
"Thanks Armaan and congratulations once again."
Riddhima said.
"Thanks."
"Okay, bye. I have some work in the hostel."
"Bye." Rahul and I spoke.
Rahul tasted a kick on his back after Riddhima left,
"Rascal, you got the treat earlier in the morning, then why the hell you came
now?"
"Bad timing, I guess. Are you really trying her?"
"Trying? What trying? She is a good girl and I atleast
an okay type boy. Friendship, have you heard of that word anywhere? Trying,
damn the trying."
"Okay, okay. Why are you yelling at me?"
"Why? You are asking why? Let's go to the hostel, I'll
answer all your questions in brief."
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I was back at my room. It was a mixed day, the result
and the treat. I tried sleeping. Chhin Chhin Chhin, it was again. No, this time
it couldn't be Doppler's Effect. I looked again out of the window. No one. I
came out of the room to have a look on the corridor. No one. What the hell is
this? Is this any student's soul wandering in the hostel, who had committed
suicide long back. Boys don't wear Payal, girls wear. Then please, go to any
girl's hostel. Leave me.
I was scared. If you are thinking I am a coward, come
in my place and you will realize what happens when you hear such horrible
sounds at dark nights. You'll definitely search for toilets. Oh yeah, from
toilets I have an idea, that if you wanna remain away from the aatmas of girls,
go hide yourself inside a boys toilet. She won't come inside!!
I came back to my room, kept the door unlocked because
of the fact that aatmas can pass through any dielectric medium without any
obstacle. Oh god, why almost all my sentences are having physics crap. So, I
was telling that aatmas can pass through walls, doors, floors and all. And if
she attacked me I could run away. Unlocking the door would cause time wastage
that's why I kept the door unlocked. For the first time in 2 months I prayed to
God seriously, last time it was on the day of JEE results. Fortunately, that
night passed quite peacefully, except the barking of the dogs. Oh, I have heard
dogs can see aatmas, and when they see them, they start to bark. Go away,
goddamit.
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"I think a ghost is wandering in our hostel." I
couldn't control and told about it the other night during study session.
"What?"
"Yes."
"Ghost as in aatma or something?"
"Yes, but I haven't seen her yet."
"Her? How do you know it's a female?" He asked me.
"Payal,"
"Her name is Payal? How do you know?"
"The ghost wears payal. Payal is not her name." I was
irritated.
"You saw her payal?"
"I heard the sound of payal last two nights."
"I didn't hear anything."
"I don't know about that. May be she is targeting me
only." I was terrified.
"Go to any temple tomorrow, and leave me alone for few
days. I don't want to die if she attacks you and I am with you that time."
"Bloody rascal." I threw a book at him.
"Just joking yaar."
"Okay, I am going."
"Where? Mess?"
"Yes."
"I am coming in five minutes." He said while I closed
the door and left.
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"Where were you?" Rahul asked as I entered his room.
He had returned from the mess, I guess.
"Reduction."
"Reduction?"
"Yes, reduction." I repeated.
"What? Giving out oxygen?"
"Oxygen?" It was my turn to irritate him.
"Air."
"What air?"
"Don't mess with me, tell me where were you,
seriously."
"In the toilet, giving out............ermmm."
He picked a pencil lying and aimed at me. Fortunately,
it missed me; otherwise my normal vision would have directly been converted
into one-eyed-tragedy.
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