Narrator Disha herself,
“ Areh…. Doi ta to
kheye jaaa” screamed my aunt from the other side of the kitchen….. “ it is
believed that u will have good fortune
if u have curd before doing any noble work, since its ur first day in college I
insist u have this doi (curd)”
explained my aunt , without any hesitation I obeyed her orders and had the curd
despite of my dislike for it. In my head, I was worried and scared …. 1st
day of college!!! I simply headed towards the car with my mesho( uncle).
It was a huge college . With all such sophisticated infrastructure
and beautiful spacious lawns one can easily understand why its is one of the
most prestigious college in the country. I gave my 1st step through the huge gate infront of me. Mind u !
when I say huge I mean it. Around 20
feet high above the ground a lies the
huge gate with a well built structured dome above, and in the pillars had
“INDIAN INSTITUTE OF ARCHITECTURE, DELHI “ engraved with gold paintings . The gate itself
signified how beautiful the college is .. I checked out my name in Fresher’s list
, 15th no. said Disha De Room no. NB 403. I somehow figured where the
newest crowd was gathered and then joined the buzz which pushed me towards the
class . Now the biggest question was where to sit !! with whom to sit !.. I saw
1 seat left in the second bench..”May I sit here?” I asked the girl sitting
next to the blank seat. “ I don’t see anyones name written so I guess u can
sit” she smiled. I quietly sat eavesdropping the conversation which my bench
mate and the three boys behind my bench where having. I figured that these all
four where classmates and perhaps best friends . The first half of the class
was over ,now there’s a break for 1 hour and I haven’t still opened my mouth .
It seemed like a great achievement, provided the kind of chatter box I was! .
“ its break, lets hang out” she said to her friends and then
all of a sudden realized that I was sitting next to her all the while .
“ hey , I am Jhili
and u are ?” she asked .
“ Disha De” I smiled.
“De?!... hmmm Bengali?”
“ Yes”
“ Oh well , I am too a Bengali … from which state ??? West
Bengal??”
I denied and said “Tripura” dreading the next question about
the whereabouts of my birthplace. Well , India might be the developing country
in the world but even the top aristocrat people has less knowledge about their
28 states and 7 UT . I have been answering many people about where and what is
Tripura. It is to be notified that Tripura is India’s Second highest literate
state after Kerala but still people donot know! But to my surprise Jhili went
on to speak something else which came by as she knew the place which I came to know was credited to her mother
who is a geography teaher.
“ Hmm.. well my mom and dad both are from Kolkata.. and I am
also born there but brought up here in Delhi.. and hey.. meet my friends Asmit,
Gyan and Deven… they are my schoolmates and we four are together here”… I waved
a Hi to each one of them … “ Why don’t u join us for the lunch break .. u seem
to be alone”.. she continued. I accepted her invitation and had a chit chat with them in the mess
.Infact , I liked them all.. Jhili was a kind girl , a blabber mouth with one
distorted ear piercing and smart to deal with everyone around her.. Asmit . the
guy with a mushroom cut more enjoyable
because of his cheesy-flirty talks , not that I enjoy them but the way he says
those u don’t feel bad or weird about it and then the good looking guy in the
group Gyan behaves like a typical protective brother of Jhili and he is a total movie and music freak …
like me for which I could connect well with him. Last but not the least Deven ,
the funniest guy I have ever met till date..
he seriously has a great sense of
humour. In an all, they were great people. Actually they tried their level best
to make me comfortable when they came to know that I am an outsider and staying
with my uncle and aunt for a while and will quickly be shifting to hostel . Honestly I liked their company even … good
and great people to be with , infact I felt lucky to sit next to Jhili unaware
of the kind of people they are . Well, they turned out surprisingly good and I just
somehow remembered Hrithiks dialogue in ZNMD “ sab kuch likha hua hain :p”,
I was destined to sit near them and have them as my good friend .
TO BE CONTINUED….
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