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849% Love Story

Disclaimer: This is purely a fiction, it is not related to any person dead or living, this
story is purely imaginative

Note: This is not a final copy its jut unedited draft so pl. bypass spellings and grammars

Written by: Rahul Singhal

Copyrights by: Rahul Singhal
Dedicated to: Still Searching

13th January 2007,

GE Road, Raipur

Oh! It’s very tedious day, driving at 20 Km/h, Rahul says to himself, within his mind he
was using his inner calculator, which everyone in this outer world doubt about,7*1500 –
12000/3 / 30 ##&** … confused and thus came out with a magical figure of 20000 and
declared to old visionary father, dad 20000 is the today’s profit, today he sold seven
computers.

Mr. Manoj like other Indian parents criticized murmured himself and gave a non-
satisfactory look to his son, and all rays of hopes suddenly turned into dark like power-
cuts that was very usual in this part which other called as power hub of the country.

Rahul owns a Computer Hardware Shop at a the only Shopping Mall at Raipur, Raipur is
capital of newly formed state chattisgarh with lots of opportunities opening new doors
every now and then, Mr. Manoj is a industrialist and owns a steel manufacturing unit and
uses all his intellect as Mechanical Engineer and achieved his target of 9 figure turnover
at 55.

“I switched on your AC since last 2 hours”, screamed Shivani from kitchen, “and your
dinner is ready please be fast”, Shivani is around 50 and a typical marvadi housewife who
sometimes work at NGO from his daily chores of life like cooking and playing Solitaire
on Laptop which Rahul gifted to her, as it’s a common tradition in marvadi family to give
a part from first profit to mother.

Rahul in his chilled room went to bed and unknowingly looked his 3rd cellphone more
then 50 times, as if he was waiting for a call, thanks to Mr. Ambani, for Karlo Duniya
Mutthi Mein offer, which allowed Pooja a MBA and his girl friend to call him for free
from her Reliance phone.

Jingle Bell..Jingle Bell….at 11:30am it was a miss call from Pooja which Rahul
acknowledged by a miss call too and finally a perfect union of two soul in form of bits
and bytes, between large pools of wires and chargers every here and there lasted for more
then 2 hours, being a computer engineer Rahul was a techno-freak guy and people relate
him with bill gates with all his funky gadgets like laptops, plasma screen and James bond
watches and his latest I-phone which Pooja gifted him on last birthday.

Rahul at 1:00pm, fighting with the depression of debts of his computer distributors, high
expectation of Shivani to marry, pressures from Manoj to join family business, non-
cooperating statement of Pooja about shifting from Delhi to Raipur, demand of a two
wheeler from his employee Ragghu at the shop, his expectation for a better life style
without three cellphone and his dreams of a the success of his one man army
multinational company, was unable to sleep and with all this big word EXPECTATION,
Rahul passed into his past when he was in 3rd standard

17th September 1991

M M Steels Limited, Vishwakarma Pooja

“No, actually you shouldn’t be here”, My father told to me at the Plant on Vishwakarma
Pooja day, I was here for very big celebrations this day, with lots of sweets and bands
speakers chanting very loudly jumma chumma de de- a song from film HUM, all
workers get very less bonus with their expectations of hefty bonuses.

I asked to one of the supervisor about a very large tank or something like that, as I was
not having any idea about the giant, he explained that this giant is boiler and used to
generate heat, well at that point it was very hard for me to understand more than this.

Suddenly my dad walk into the boiler room and interrupted the supervisor and told me,
why you are wasting your time here at the plant, go home and finish your homework, you
have nothing to do at MMS, you need to study hard and be a computer engineer .

My childish brain started questioning about what computer is, it was very serious
conversation between us, breaking the discussions of two great soul of the century, as I
think of myself that I am the center of the universe and each and every action around me
is because of me, union leader interrupted us and demanded Rs. 22 extra bonus for all 25
labor, as he further clarified that Rs. 20 is for alcohol and Rs. 2 for the chakhna, finally
after a 30 minutes sessions of serial discussions, bargains, commitments and
expectations.

Deal was finalized in Rs.20, that was the worst discussions I had ever seen in my life just
for Rs. 50 they both waste 30 minutes of their time, that day I learnt how the foundation
of a large corporate is laid-off, as the saving of Rs. 50 was in headlined for many days
among friends of my dad, which further wasted their hundreds of hours till now.

Air Conditioner is the only thing that I came to know about computers from my teachers
in school, it was very common practice that days to keep a large white machine in air-
conditioned room with dust free environment and a large notice of Keep you Shoes Out.
Later on I discovered that what computer is from my eldest sister Anita, She was at 7th
standard that time and she explained that computers are the electronic machines that do
calculations for you at very high speed and more are less they are the advance version of
modern day calculators.

“Wow ! can I do whatever I want, can I draw in it, can I do my homework, how it looks
like, is it costly”, I asked Anita didi,

“You can have one, but for this you need to get first rank in the class this year”, didi
ordered.
This is the first target of my life and the point where I started seeking for something.
Later on me and Anjali, my elder sister discovered a English magazine and get a cut-out
of the computer and pasted on the wall, that seems for me as an easy option to have a
computer.

My mother was in there at her oversized kitchen, As I came in mom told about the
preparations of dinner, she was fully engaged in her activities day long .

“So, you are getting a computer”. Mom asked me.

‘Y…Yes!’ I said but with a bit of hesitation, I wondered why I am hesitated with such a
short term goal, may be I feared of not getting first rank in the class or may be I was nit
sure with the commitments of my family

‘So, palak, carrot, milk, lots of pulses, rice and yes don’t forgot to wake up early’ it
seems like to be a most tested and certified menu for a successful man according to my
mother

She was very confident that by following all these I will surely stood first in the class.

‘Yes…. You can’ My father approved the menu prescribed by my mother and added
‘Dream high, Achieve High’

Confused but still agreed with those line, I spend many day and nights dreaming of the
computer and guessed I can have one.

It was 5:00 of a cold morning, our winter vacations was about to start, as we attended a
convent, we got around 25 days of vacation, it was my last half yearly paper of Moral
Science, Anita and Anjali didi ordered me get up and concentrate on studies

I hate moral science papers that actually teaches me how to behave , trust in god and blah
blah…actually all these are just a part of the everyday doses which is served to by all four
most intelligent persons of the world

‘Brush our teeth fast’ one among the four screamed, actually I hate brushing my teeth

What’s the special about that white sweet paste, to clean the teeth, better use some jam or
bread, at-least you can indulged it at last, I also avoided brushing my teeth like millions
of other kids, I only started brushing regularly after my First date with Pooja
7- Pass, 8 – Pass, 9 – 7th , 10- 3rd , my fingers stopped at the results on 10 as it was my
roll number, So all my dreams of getting a computer demolished, words of my father
‘Dream high, Achieve High’ proves to be wrong for me and now I started disbelieving
him at some or the other point of life,

‘No one cares of me, why I even dreamed of computer, papa was wrong’ I cried in front
of didi and mom

Drops of my tear fell into a part of menu that was suggested for me as a way to achieve
success. Everything now demolished and I even snatched the computer picture from the
wall leaving a large impressions of gum over the wall

Whole day I kept silent.. remained in my room and didn’t utter a world to anyone, I
called that as Kop Bhawan , at night when dad arrived I remained silent

Dream high, Achieve High, doesn’t mean that you dream high and without any effort
you achieve something, When you dream high, you concentrate on you goal every now
and then and thus work accordingly very hard to achieve that goal

Without any effort you can’t achieve anything, So better luck next time and keep my
words

I am getting a computer in the office and you are allowed to use it daily for one hour
that’s the best I can provide for you, keep it as a reward of getting 3rd rank

These was a note I found beneath my pillow when I wake up in first day of my lazy
summer holiday

It was a nice feeling, sorrow joy and pity mixed feeling made me jump and cry at the
same time, it was like my dream come true in grayscale specially when there was hopes
of Eastman color

‘let me do that, it should be done with right arrow key’ Anita told me when I failed to
play Mario on dad’s new office computer

Anita didi was good in computers as they started using computers in the school from 5 th
standard

I passed some early stages life without any dreams and goals, no expectations at all the
only thing that I do was to tell stories about my mario expertise in class.

The mistake most of us do, spend 2/3 of our life without having any goals.
‘Helloooooo! Mr. Willson’ from “Denis the Menace” shouted Denis as he broke the
lamppost of Mr Wilson’s yard and went inside.

This was followed by Ji Mallik of “I dream of Jennie” a perfect blend of a NASA

engineer and a Arabian Lady Jennie

We all three passed our summer vacations for may years just watching these serial
telecasts on Sony TV every evening 5 to 6

I turned out very introvert since then, with no friends around, I enjoy riding bicycle 20-30
rounds of Shankar Nagar everyday. Cycling is very good at this age providing tall
appearance and strong built.

I continued to think myself as the center of universe and many times I think myself
responsible for many odd things near me.

At nights I dream of a very rare type of thing, with lots of buttons, I can press any one of
the and each of the produced some other rare and extremely large things. I later discover
that things with many buttons was a Remote Control and the big things as home theaters,
music systems and play stations.

This was the only unsolved mystery of my life, how I can dream of the things that I had
never seen before or even heard of.

I decided to be an Engineer or something like that when I turn into man, sometimes I
think of being an businessman like my dad

And the great confusion was due to a damn song in Door-Darshan

Kya Banoge..Kya Banoga

Kya Banoge Munna,
Mummy Kehti Bano Doctor..
Papa Kehte Afsar..
Engineer Banjao Bhaiya
Behna Kehti Aksar
Kya Banoge..Kya Banoga
Kya Banoge Munna

Kya Banoge? Was very Big question that frustrates me every now and then, and literally
it was a question that shouldn’t be imposed in country were all you decisions are
fabricated as per the convenience of your parents.
Right..left right….Right ..left….right…. marching for independence day parade practice,
we were sweating heavily, being very tall I was on the last row of the march

‘Make it Loud, keep your foot synchronized’ ordered our sports teacher, I was sweating
heavily and in urge to drink water, me and Vishal went to water cooler

‘No….come back’ shouted very loudly Mr. Katre

Katre is the sports teacher, he was brother of the Town Inspector of Raipur Greater and
thus he claims himself as TI of Xavier

‘Should we go back?’ Vishal asked me, No actually TI has much to do with the girls of
first three row, he will not waste time in calling us back.

It was not very tidy there at the water cooler as our school misses canteen and the cooler
was installed in very low ambiance location

I saw her, she was breathing heavily, drinking water from cooler it was unable for me to
stop glare at her

Her heavy breaths was indicating that, she too was engaged in some independence day
activities, She make her hair wet, maybe to cool her or It was fashion those days

‘Pari, your song is ready be fast’, These were the words that make my make return into
the conscious state.

Actually someone was calling her, “Pari” I repeated this words in very clumsy way,
drink a very little of water and get back to the march

‘She is in Section B, Vishal murmured slowly

‘In class 10th only, she is in the girls section of our class’, I don’t know how but
unknowingly I responded to Vishal’s statement, this happen sometimes when some small
incident of you life made a great deal losing all other bits and bytes

‘So, you are back Mr. Kandil’ I smiled and get in the last row, Katre used to call me
Kandil, considering my introvert characteristics and 1.25 number specks

That time I was not knowing that how a lenses can change my life, which I discovered
when I first entered Pooja’s landline number in BSNL online search

Our class resumed at 11:40 after very so-called-hard practice of March Past, later Vishal
told me that Pari is from DPS Raipur and joined Xavier this year only

This set a new expectation of my teenage, to follow Pari without any reasons, It was my
Love-At-First-Sight is guessed
Sare Jahan Se Accha
Hidusatan Hamara
Hum Bulbule hain Iske
Yeh Bulsitan Hamara

What a lovely line, whole environment was patriotic, There are only two days in the year
when I feel proud to be an Indian, the other was republic day

There was something more lovely than those lines and they are brown eyes of most
beautiful girl I had seen , she was in that group song, standing on the second from the
right.

‘Get ready fast please, we are getting late for the exhibition’ Anjali and Anita shouted
loudly.

It was a tradition of dad in our to make three of us to the attend independence day
celebration at Civil Lines Police Ground

In fact none of us enjoy attending , Anjali Didi explained that we are attend because we
respect dad and I think it is because of the terror

But, I overcome this terror by the sweets and chocolates distributed there at the police
ground every year.

I decided that I will not only dream of Pari, I decided a short term goal of finding her
house

‘Lodhipara… Pandri…. Station Road.. no may be officer’s colony…definitely its

Devendra Nagar’ Pictures in my mind refreshes every minute as I followed her auto-
rickshaw sitting behind Vishal’s Scotty.

Her house was at devendra nagar sector 1, and this was the most information I was able
to collect about her in class 10th

Now passion of riding bicycle was extended from Shankar Nagar to the Devendra Nagar,
there was a big ground in there surrounded with house in adjacent roads, the was in the
road parallel to the main road.

It was very hard to interact with Pari at school despite of being co-educational school,
girls and boys section were separated and it was very strict for girls and boys to talk
7th September 1998
Raipur

A magnificent day in world’s history as well as in my life, Google, Inc. is founded, in

California on this day and it was the day when I first talked with the first love of my life

‘Should I take left turn from dead end or right for UTI building’ that was the most dumb
lines one can ask standing in front of her house from where the UTI building was clearly
visible.

‘Kit..kit..kit..kit…kit ..kit….’ without breaking her rhyme she just pointed out the
building

She was playing in front of her house the most interesting game that any Indian girl can
play, it was called Kit-Kit

It’s a 2x4 matrix drawn in the ground and a round striker was allowed to pass from one
box to another with one leg and the player without break should rhyme kit-kit words

She didn’t taken me seriously at that time as her full concentration was on the game

It was very nice feeling, I began to sweat, A bell chanted in my heart same as that of
Shahruk Khan in movie Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge, DDLJ was among one of my
favoiret movie

90’s was the most romantic year in indian history when every other teen has favorites like
Dil to Pagal hai, Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge, Dil, Kaho Na Pyar Hai, Maine Pyar
Kiya.

For me it was an life time achievement, I stared her from the dead-end for more the
fifteen minutes, I was nervous, unable to look cool

‘So, what’s your business here?’ asked a mid age looking guy, he was the owner of a
small coldrink-pan-dairy-staitonery shop, In Raipur you will find thousands of this multi-
brand, multi-purpose shops every square .

The loud voice broke out, I ran with great frustration and fear.

‘Abey chutiye idhar aa’ he shouted more loudly this time, having no option I came back

‘I am noticing you here since last few days, What’s special?, Are you staring there at the
girls playing?, Are you from Devendra Nagar?, Where’s your home?’ are large pool of
question was thrown in front of me, I remained silent
‘I know that you are not from here, better stop roaming near this ground, otherwise I will
inform your father, I know him very well’

This lines spread real terror inside me, I thought , he knows my father,

Later on I discovered that all these was only a Dhamki as it wasn’t possible that he
knows my father when he don’t even know me.

But a harsh feeling of being treated as road side Romeo make me restless for many
following days.

I remained silent but always think of Pari. My territory again downsized to Shankar
Nagar, I hate someone treating me or calling me imperfect, so I decided to search for the
better option to get noticed by her.

Jo hota hai acche ke liye hi hota hai, There’s one benefit of all these, seeing by
extremely solitary my family thought that I am serious about my boards.

I always wonder why I was not allowed to think freely and do whatever I want, my
family always wanted me to work as per their requirements, achieving their long term
goals and killing mine short terms, they always force me towards dilemma of taking right
decisions as they try insisting – believe in your dreams

I was very sentimental towards my family, working like an emotional fool, always do
whatever they want and do the things that helps in fabricating my good image among
others especially my dear and near ones

Killing all my passions and love, my beliefs and imaginations I postponed my short term
goal

‘10th is the turning point of a your life and if you scored good mark in boards, you have
nothing to worry about, rest of your life’ Dad explained me

I decided to prove myself educationally famous, despite of being average student I done
extraordinarily well in boards and scored 99% in science and stood first in the state for
science subject.

Anyway my aim of getting noticed by Pari was fulfilled by this.

‘Sahrma is best for physics, and for Maths we should attend Sahu’ Devesh proposed his
voice was very firm, he was very confident

‘Sharma works even in Bhilai Steel Plant and he may not concentrate on us’ Vishal told
in between the discussion among me and Devesh

I opted for Maths group in 11th and the only good option available after taking Maths was
to be an Engineer, for getting into it, we need to clear Pre-Engineering tests like PET, IIT,
KCET and many other like that.

‘You need to attend only Maths’ Vishal suggested as I scored good marks in science,
making note of something in his dairy.

Vishal always keep a personal dairy and keep note of everything else useful, he was a
slow mover and with lots of enthusiasm, he always forgot the things and that makes him
to maintain a dairy.

‘But science was very easy at 10th need to learn Chemistry’ I said

Still busy with his notes Vishal lifting his head from the dairy said, ‘Ok boss as you wish’
but first move on to icy-spicy I am feeling hungry.

‘What a hell fuck is this? We are here discussing about our future and you are interested
in those damm pastries’ Devesh with angry looks snatched Vishal’s dairy and scold
loudly.

Devesh is very intelligent and always stood first in the class and was very serious about
studies.

I decided to join the tutors which Pari will join

I started to follow Pari all over the school, we had common Maths classes every day, all
other subjects were taught separately.

I used to sit behind her, follow her to the water cooler, playgrounds and auditorium.

Day-by-day feeling of love started getting more and more stronger, but till now I didn’t
gather enough courage to utter any single word to her, I was very frightened, about the
after effects.

Pari started noticing me, she stared at me in very anxious looks, they were very slow
moments me which passes in microns, everything around me came to a halt, each and
every thing had no meaning around me, i care for no one around me, I didn’t care for the
dammn fuck
The most positive thing about love is confidence, it raises a lots of confidence in you, you
think yourself as the king of the world and even I was grasped by the same feeling and
automatically I started turning into an extrovert.

Again confused, love was wasting very considerable time on the period my life when I
need to me more serious for my studies, but I didn’t care at all

No one around has any value for me, even not my family, my parents always insists me
on studying hard on exams but I never post even a single blink over that matter, I ever
wonder how can I be so careless.

I wish to have that carelessness back in my life, when I think about any matter whole
sleepless nights

‘You are going to score good in 11th if you continue to study like this’ mom said as I was
sitting on my study table from last one and a half hour without break., I didn’t responded,
and even if I want I couldn’t as only my body was present there, my mind was on Pari’s
anxious-staring eyes

Its more than 7 months but I didn’t gather courage till now to speak to her, but day-by-
day our eyes had written a whole story.

Tring……. A very loud sound at 10:45 it was our lunch time, my favorite time in the
school, without waiting for anyone I rushed near the tap, as it’s the time when Pari came
to drink water and we two used to write new chapter through our eyes.

‘Tere grahon mein Rahu Ketu mandra raha hai, jara sambhal ja’, I heared this voice
somewhere in the crowd

It take seconds for me to understand that it was for me, as Pari’s friend can’t say my
name in public so they specify me with RahuKetu

It was now mid of our session, things became serious, my friends were discussing hard
on their future, I was forced to join the race, Each and every one of them had only two
options either Engineer or Doctor

I was afraid as I don’t want to be an Engineer and do any job, I wanted to be a

Businessman, Inspite I never thought to join my father’s business, but I want to have my
own business

And this is the day when foundation of a my Business was laid, I dream of having my
own Empire One day

The whole year passed and both of my dream were alternates with confusions and
uncertainty
11th January 2000, 7:20 AM
Outside School Campus

‘Hey You ! Please, Come here’ a crying voice told me, I entered the closed veranda of
shops outside school

‘Fuck…...!’, my heard was beating very heavily and a I feed darkness in font of my eyes,
It was Pari who called me there, She was crying, I feared and told her to calm down, but
she continued crying

‘What do you want?’ asked Pari

‘What?....No….Yes….You….Nothing….Tell me’ I was totally confused, I don’t know

what to say

‘Tell me What do you want, Why you Stare at me?’ Pari cried even louder this time

‘All friends, teachers know that there is something between us, you even don’t talk to me
normally, you just stare at me, What’s you problem?’ Pari asked as if she was begging

‘If my brother came to know about this I don’t know what they will do, Please stop this,
don’t follow me’ with great look of disappointment, she scold me loudly

It was very hard moment for me, I remained silent, with no guess what to do

‘From now on please change you attitude, I beg you, please leave me, don’t even look at
me’ She cried heavily and ran fast from the place.

The scene started to faint as drops of tear filled my eyes, no sign of movement and all
these happened so fast that it took another 5 minutes for me to get normal.

This was the end of a Love story that was even not started yet, for me it was the end of an
era, I was completely shattered, for me everything is finished, I stared crying, even
laughed on myself

‘What is this, what happened, is it true, no she can’t do this’ a set of questions passed by
my inner soul

The whole day was very heavy for me, I remained silent, and wend to home without
collecting the broken pieces.

At home I acted normally, as if nothing happened, as it was my idea of life

I present myself cool and normal to everybody as nothing worries me, but on depth I am
always a secret planner
Tadap Tadap ke is dil se aah nikalti rahi,
Mujhko saja di par me, aisa kya gunah kiya
Ki lut gaye, haan lut gaye,
haan lut gaye hum teri mahobbat mein

It was third time when I pressed reverse and forward button in my walkman, I was very
disappointed and listening to Tadap Tadap song while trying to sleep

Literally that night was among some of the nights in my life that I cant forgot as it was
the break-up of my two years old relationship with pari

Well there’s always a beginning and you always heard that behind every successful man
there’s a woman and its very true in my case, still I don’t know about the second and
third one in a man’s life.

Things were not easy for me, I was very restless but this wasn’t possible for anyone to
guess this, no-one in my house was able to guess if there’s anything wrong in me.

“So, you are going to be in the Merit List of class 12th “. Asked anjali, as these days I was
studying very hard

I kept her words, I don’t know why but I wanted to be loyal with her, from that day i
stopped staring at her, I know how much I miss her but I never cared this, I really studied
very hard, even I stopped attending school. I studied for more than 16 hours a day,
Everyone in my house was confused

Feburary 2001,
Final Practical Exams

C, CO2, H, EDTA …..all it was very confusing but more confusing for me was to avoid
direct eye contact with pari or this confusing chemical equations, her desk was just in
front of me, I don’t know why god has given me such chance, but after all commitment is
commitment I never looked those most beautiful eyes.

These days was really hard for me, I know after fifteen days it was end of our school life
and I will never ever able to look her even.

Can I ever get Pari in my life ? What to do after schools ? Will I get any good
engineering college?, in between all these heavy loads of question I was bust preparing
for my last exam for class 12th, all my exams were exceptionally good and I know that I
will have a position in merit, but still I though will this matter to Pari?
27th February 2001
Outside exam Hall.

“Between 85-90”, I shouted a loud with joy, I know I will be scoring this marks in
physics paper, all tensions are now over, but for me it was the last chance to see pari and
so me and vishal decided to follow pari, when she was returning to home.

She was sitting at the back of his brother’s bike and she was not noticing me, we
managed to keep a safe distance.

“ Its not done, You should be with us” devesh told me, and insisted me to attend get-to-
gather that he was organizing in his house, I know he was organizing this party to make
other jealous, he wanted to tell how good his all papers went, but my reason of not
attending was Pari.

Rabba mere rabba rabba,

Rabba mere rabba
Is pyar ko mein kya naamm doon
Bechain dil ko kaise aaram doon

It was the lines from Movie Mujhe Kuch kehna hai……but for me it was Mujhe kuch
Kehna tha…..

Actually My dad insisted me to watch the movie as he though that I was very serious all
these days because of heavy pressures of board and I need some rest, but he was having
no guesses about pari.

31st March 2001

My Home

Year Ending day, a day very hectic for every person earning something in India, but for
me thankfully I wasn’t earning anything that time and was free watching Television.

Tring……..tring….., my landline rang and I picked a call that made my life Hell, and this
I discovered 8 years later when I had a breakup with my fiancé