My first c****

There are many myths about the most divine word LOVE. Many happen to consider their crush, affection and even infatuation as their dignity of being in love. Not to be surprised as it happened with me too, and that incident gave me a precious lesson of life. The incident was when I had my first crush. I hope that would be my last one too, before I am forced to be bound by Indian custom of marriage. I had almost forgotten those munches and pieces of talks between us, even the friendly relation which we had before that developed into a disastrous crush, and destroyed the dynasty of faith. But, few days ago, an incident happened with one of my closest friends, which remind me of those old memories, which penetrated through the armor safeguarding the little space in my inner conscience still being ruled by her. Let me introduce you to the incident of my first meet with her. My colleagues know well, how shy was I to girls? After standard seventh, I did not study in co-ed schools. It developed me as a little reluctant towards people of fairer sex. After my secondary examinations, I came to the city for my further education, and very first day, my dad took me to her place. Actually, my dad and hers were good friends in their school days. My reluctance did not allow me to speak to her, and I could only imagine of a little soft speaking creature, who was talking with me recently. We became good friends, very good friends and can’t say when developed an attraction for her in me. I became fond of her every moment. Regular chats, talking in phone, and one day I gathered courage to write a foolish mail to her. She was shocked for the moment she read that mail, as I came to know much later. She did not say anything directly, rather denied directly, leading to too many misunderstandings between us and willy-nilly she stopped conversing with me. I was bit upset initially, not because she did not accept me, but because I lost a good friend. I learned a lesson, “Insecurity of losing love makes us mistakenly lose the friend in them, but insecurity of losing a friend mistakenly makes us love them.” From that day, I tried to dive deep down in the ocean of dynasty of the divine word and I could only realize that it can’t be defined by any comparison, it can’t be bound by any thing. My, that good friend had encountered the case otherwise. He got a proposal from girl’s side and he did not hesitate in denying. He even accepts that he was rude to her. I just pray that she does not burst out, as I was about to long ago. I would wind up saying, “Listen and silent are two words with same alphabet, and are very important in friendship, because a true friend can listen to you when you are silent.”

Missing something

Hostel life comprise the most joyful moments of anyone’s life. We make our dearest pals, without whom, even a morning tea seems tasteless. At the end of hostel life, who wants to depart from those dearest pals? Actually, no one. Everyone flowing deep in the nostalgic feeling, says good bye, makes promises to be in contact. But, finally one has to depart. A deep thinking mesmerizes one to fall back in those memories. Remembering those night outs, those birthday bumps, those late night chats (online!! working hard to impress girls [;)]), pinches and slaps, bunking classes, copying test assignments, struggle for marks, writing name of his crush on the desks and decorating around that name, tears for love and just everything, everything which one misses after departing from hostel mates. That’s the reason of calling this life as Heaven. Chocolaty has successfully completed his sophomore year and entered into pre-final year. Among the past years, all of which are just memories now, the fresher year life was something more fun, more adventurous, livelier, more adorable, more knowledgeable, and many more things which can’t be expressed just in words. Those days were heavenly. Chocolaty was residing with most rocking folks. He was allotted a double seated room, with a roommate who at the price of life's some most beautiful moments, deserves to be among the most endeared ones. The bunch of sixteen most lively folks, taught him the way to live, to be lively. Since the starting of the fresher year, till the end, every moment he lived, lived because of those endeared ones, still living with that livelihood. At the end of fresher year, Chocolaty had to depart from those pals, because he was the only one from other branch in that group. Less interaction with own branch-mates could not leave any other option with him, except whichever bunch of people accepts him, just like he was going to be an orphan at home away from home, without those friends. But some people had to accept me in their group, and probably the lesson learnt there did not leave any difficulty in adjusting among new friends, who were unknown to him, till the end of fresher year, to whom he was an unknown identity. One complete year has passed with those friends too and Chocolaty feels the absence of his dear roomy, those dearest pals. Though they are within the campus only, and sometimes he meets them also, but sometimes only. For the rest of the time, only memories are there and these will be carried out till he becomes an undergraduate, and further till the end of life.

Closing Tag Chain.. Sorry

As I got the news that Lefty has Tagged me, i read the rules carefully, and I was damn sure, still I am, that I shall not be able to find even one to continue the chain. So decided to post my reply in Lefty's comment only and did post too. Good Girl read that, and she gave me a suggestion that I should have posted in my blog page (probably i found that good, so trying to follow).

So Here it goes:

1) I am fond of Hard Working environment. Plausibly, this makes my friends feel afraid of knocking at my door for any help during exam time [:(]
2) I capitalize myself in research works. Thus Labs are my favorite classrooms.
3) I have very rude attitude towards people of fairer sex. May be, this is developed as a consequence of shyness which i had before coming to R.
4) Till date i have not developed any interest or hobbies. Probably, God only knows when i shall have atleast one.
5) Sometimes I write Hindi poems. Some of my friends admire me for this creativity. Thanks to those people who regularly goes to my page [:)]
6) I don't know how to ride a BICYCLE [:)]. So I request those Gurlz who dream of dating with me and long drive (this is usually found as their idea of a dream date), please hurry up for a life insurance plan before you meet me. I assure, you can make the insurance company bankrupt.
7) I tried hard to be among the most respected LLBs but [:(] could never be. Always had to sit in the front bench. Still continuing with the poor habit.
8) I love spicy food. But, Dear Almighty could not see me like that, and cursed me by weakening my liver and Poor Chocolaty had no other option left with, to stop eating outside the MESS [:(]

Well, These random facts I posted on Lefty's blog page first, so you can read from there too.

I could not find anyone whom i can tag[:(]. So stopping the chain. Hope other tagged people do not curse me.

Beginning

Chocolaty heartily welcomes you all after a Great Summer Break. Everyone is turning out to be a story teller (then, why would Chocolaty be left behind?). Some about their intern experiences in contrast to those who are contemplating about their wastage of that period (But, everyone has something to tell.). The first few folks among my classmates, who went for intern, got great rewards at the site. E.g. Lefty’s dear ex-roomy got two chicks to have lunch with. (Probably this was the only reason, which raised a whim in many a left-ones to try their luck also) and on the other side, Escorts were frying Dear Tommy, that too in metallurgical furnaces. (These are the facts, as I got to know from those folks only. Kudos to Google, as it invented Gtalk) Chocolaty had a buttery-bitterly experience too. (Read here, if really concerned to know)

Well, everyone is back to village R, (I hope) and busy in cumbersome working life. God was literally too crazy to see Good Folks rocking and gave an onslaught of huge series of lectures and lab works (damn the inventor of Time Table, it's too clumsy). That too could not satisfy Dear Almighty and imposed two bombardiers to guard us, namely Dangerous Danny, (Alas! If it would have been Danny Danzeoppa) and Ka(r)ma-less Chang-Rae. The only reward he bestowed upon us is Sam-Eeksha Jay-in. From the very first lecture, houseful and doubtful classroom is being noticed. Fight for being a frontier degree holder (Oh God! Can’t you notice the change? I tell you, numbers of one lecture doubts are rarely experienced in whole semester.) From the first day, everyone is loving to learn Financial Accountancy skills. Even folks from other dynasties are noticed to come for extra working hour (so excited!!).

At the end, Chocolaty wishes you all a very bright semester (start using CFLs in your room, because monsoon is determined to guard you from sun this autumn).