Room no.:333 ( 3 different love stories, one ending)

Room no:333

(This article here is my first piece of fiction writing.)

“Power cut! What’re we gonna do now?”  “Talk stories! What else?”  “ What kind?”

“Love,perhaps?”

            “ Okay, Aravind you’re good at spinning tales! Let it out, we’re all ears!”

Aravind

            Yeah make all the fun you want I’m not gonna stop anyways, so get ready!

            My story opens in the month of September .So it was one ugly night, people running around everywhere to save themselves from getting wet. I was waiting for the next round of my vada pav to reach me. Blank thoughts with me making a couple of smileys  with the left over ketchup. She came barging in, sat right in front of me. We shared the same table! I thought of all the excuses I could just to talk to her but just before I could say a word she took out her mobile. The very piece of tech that’s been bothering every single guy like since it’s bloody invention! She was at the top of her voice. She got up and went out with the same energy she came in. She must have caught me looking at her. I paid the bill and got going. Had a strange feeling that she wouldn’t have left as I saw very few vehicles pass by. One of those times when you start believing in luck! She was standing right there as if she’s been waiting for me.

            I looked at her and just as I expected she walked away. An ambience mixed with rain and love, she walked as if we’ve been enemies for centuries now. Well that’s the end I kept thinking until she suddenly took a glance for just a matter of seconds and the very look told me the tale of her heart. Oh my God, I was in love that very moment!

Suraj

            Seriously dude, rain, girl waiting right outside until you come? Cheesy story man! Bigtime!

            Now , my turn. I wasn’t and am still not really okay with this love at first sight stuff ,so let me start it plain. The cold shivering month of December, I was  getting back home from the entrance exams classes which lasted till eight at night.  I was in a hurry to get back home and I saw a girl walking like she didn’t care which vehicle she was gonna be hit by. I started my bike and making my way home just when she got knocked off by a car! I stopped and ran to her and found that she was all fine and gave out a sigh of relief. Then a few days later the last day of my classes, I found the same girl roaming around . I walked up to her and asked her if she was all right from the accident. She gave me a weird look and walked away. I guess she never recognized me. “Not my fault” I kept saying to myself and got back home. The whole night I kept telling that to myself and her weird look kept flashing into my eyes. The next morning I woke up I kept asking myself why I  even gave a damn to that look  that lasted for just a second. Just a second! She took it out of my life, turned it into a minute, held me up in the sky and made me accept defeat as I failed to take my eyes off her. I pleaded her in my thoughts to let me down but she refused as I have already fallen! A fall of a lifetime! Wish I someday see her again!

Karthik

             Since you guys opened it all up let me start with my tale. It happened long before you guys met your queens. Hot, sunny afternoon in the month of May I was waiting for my usual 2 p.m bus. I got into my bus. Went to get my ticket while the conductor came close to me yelling “ Get down if you don’t have change!” and to my bad luck the only currency I had was a fifty rupee note which was out of the question. I decided to get down before I get kicked out. The bus suddenly stopped! A girl arguing with the conductor in a bold tone. She was asked to get down as she was in the same situation I was. I took advantage of the situation and handed over my money asking for tickets for the both of us. She gave me an awful weird look and got down from the bus. I lost my one way ticket back home! Eventually I had to get down. She went walking and things started fading away owing to the sun and my sweat. A few days later I found the same girl with a friend of mine. She gradually helped me get to know her. She was really sweet to me and even apologized for the bus incident. Things got better and everything worked out well. I got myself a bike. It was all going good until one rainy day when I was caught in the traffic and couldn’t pick her up! She called me up when I was caught in the traffic and yelled at me. My phone got wet and switched off. She was really mad at me and it took me an hour to meet her and pick her up. It took a whole week for me to calm her down.  A usual love story until winter decided to pay us a visit. I was late again for the movie date and she got really pissed off this time and dropped the call telling she was getting back home. I was worried sick until the next day morning! I looked at the first text on my phone and it was from her. “sorry….I love you <3”.

            I still haven’t been able to figure out what got into her. God, these girls and their crazy mood swings!

            Suraj and Aravind gave a shocking and understanding look to each other and unison they yelled out “crazy girls”!

3-Phase (An average engg. student's exam life)

An average engineering student in a not well known engineering college has the most unpredictable journey of life!

HOD, tutor, professors and last but never the least the ‘know it all’ wannabes, the highly irritating lab assistants! We’ve a mission, a dream or in some cases it’s a mere duty because it was never their decision to get into this mess. The pains we’ve to go through everyday just to survive. This includes the slightest form of exaggeration.

One of the many 3-phases an average engg. student goes through

Phase 1: Question paper

[Random voices yelling out important questions]

We get ready and all set to face the exam with a lot of fear, some confusions and very less syllabus in our heads!

So, here comes that re-incarnation of God that could change a genius into a duffer and the other way around in a matter of seconds, the ‘question paper’. Everything appears in slo-mo for a few seconds. Until the examiner comes near us he/she looks blurred. With the paper kept on our table the only thing we tend to look is our friends’ reaction! Usually it’s an ‘all heads down’ reaction!

Lights off! We don’t hear or see anything for few minutes. Until….

Phase 2: Answer sheet

[A feeble voice getting louder and closer by the second]

BANG! “ Sign, would you?”

The next thing we know , we’re done signing and done with the formalities. Hopeless, thoughtless, dreamless and worst of all answerless. Like a big sad smiley looking at a world drained of all it’s happiness we sit there staring at that gift from the devil! All we can do is try filling in some gibberish and get out asap.  We finish writing all the fairy tales and Hollywood scripts and decide to get out, when…..

Phase 3: The BIT !

When the angel himself decides to drop in a letter! With fists as tight as a boxer our friends pass on the crushed and well used piece of paper. In our case it’s a map to get us to the treasure! Heart beats almost loud enough for the whole hall to hear!  One goal to pass, three different thoughts

1. Why now?

2. Shouldn’t I?

3. Why shouldn’t I, now?

The same logic as when we choose the ‘all the above’ in a multiple choice, goes here. We get out of  the hall with no guilt at all and a lot of pride! We get out and random people shouting out how the exam was. Suddenly one of them heads up to you trying to catch his breath and you recognize him as the same old angel who helped you out. He gets  his breath back and the first thing he says “ Sorry dude, wrong answer!” Dreams crushed. [ slow,sorrow violins]