Short story
She joined school after the first midterm in the 8th grade.. Public schools are pretty strict when it comes to joining school on time. Her dad must a big shot, Rahul thought..
She was cute, petite, had short shoulder length hair.. She was confident, very sure of herself...
The class teacher introduced her as Kritika Rajan.. Kritika gave a friendly smile..
Rahul noticed her cute dimples.. Now Rahul wasnt a dimples guy.. never was.. But he couldnt stop staring at her as she smiled. Rahul was the tallest guy in the class, so he always took the last bench, Kritika took the third bench. Good for him, coz he could steal a glance or two everytime she smiled and those dimples flashed..
She had asked Rahul for his Geometry notes.. Apparently, Rahul's teachers had high regard for the guy, they had suggested Kritika to get his notes to cover up for all the portion she had missed the last semester.. Rahul was obviously too happy to help...
She came fuming to Rahul the next day...
"I dont get your handwriting.."
"Arre, samjha woh likh.. baki drawing nikal! hehawhaw"
"Shut up.."
Clearly, it was not the right time..
"Okay, what didnt u get?"
"This word - 'cle' Whats tht?"
"cle- cle means 'circle'!!Thats called Rahul shorthand!!" Rahul shrugged..
"Ooookay.. whats 'rle'?"
"Rectangle!"
"Oh.. and 'tle' is er.. triangle?"
"Way to go girl.."
"Oh.. hmm.. hey, can u please wait after school to help me understand more of your shorthand? Please! Pretty please!"
Now how could anyone say no to that!!
That evening, among congruent and similar triangles, she opened up to him.. She talked bout her favourite movies, the sitcoms she watched, how much she loved Tv and why..
Rahul never met her father, but was pretty sure she was her father's daughter.. She was honest, strong willed, tough..
Her dad was a high court judge, and now was on the special bench for political cases. He must be an honest guy.. They dont transfer someone at a post that high that often.. Kritika later told him that she had changed 5 schools in the last 7 years. She had stayed in Nagpur, Aurangabad, Solapur, Pune and now mumbai.. she hadnt spent more than 2 years at any one place. She had very few friends, most of them in Pune, where her dad was last placed.
There was this place behind the school building.. It was like a very small playground, with a single swing, a slide, an incredibly small see-saw and a cement bench, for the teacher to sit and govern the pre-primary kids... He had seen the kids play there in the small sandy place. It seemed big when he saw them kids play there, but now that Rahul was sitting there waiting for her, the place seemed too small.. kinda cosy..
She came, she wore a pink sweater.. weird are these ppl who come from Pune.. After the freezing cold of Pune, they still find the need to wear sweaters in Mumbai! But then, Rahul didnt mind, she looked hot in that pink sweater..
"You have cute dimples.."
"What?"
"Your dimples.. they are cute.."
Its weird how a girl who is that tough around others melts when shes around someone she likes..
"No they are not..", she tried to look away, trying to suppress a blush..
"Yes they are.."
"Noooo", the more she tried not to, the more she blushed..
"Yes they are.."
"No, they arent.."
"Yes they are"
The Judge's daughter she was..., she liked winning arguments, but she liked him too..., she could let him win this one...
Back in school they behaved like total strangers.. Ofcourse there was a glance here and a wink there.. but they made sure not to come within 1 metre of each other.. The fact that no one knew about them made it more thrilling!
They started meeting every evening behind the school after school..
She always wore that pink sweater, now, even more coz she knew Rahul liked it on her..
"You got nice hair.. and pretty eyes.."
Its weird how naive these 8th grade boys are! No creativity they got I tell you..
"Nooo.. No one has told me that before.."
"Well, I am telling you now.."
"No, they arent that pretty.."
"Yes they are.."
"No"
"Yes"
The Judge's daughter she was..., she liked winning arguments, but she liked him too..., she could let him win this one...
December days get kinda chilly, even in Mumbai.. That day it was a bit chilly.. Even Rahul wore a sweater to school that day.. he normally thought he was too cool to wear one! He looked at Kritika who was sitting on the third bench.. she looked lovely as ever..
He kept looking at her throughout the Geometry and Science class.. Restlessness grew within him as last lecture of the day was approaching.. He wanted to be alone with her.. Talk bout stuff.. bout what he loved.. his fears.. his dreams...
The bell rang.. After everyone had left the school, he went to the playground at the back of the building..
She was sitting there.. The golden sun rays of the evening sun were falling on her face.. her dark hair looked golden brown in the sunlight.. It was very cold, she was wearing her pink sweater.. He could stand there looking at her all his life..
She looked at him.. Something wasnt right.. or so it seemed..
He sat beside her..
"Whats wrong.."
"My dad’s getting transferred.."
"Again?"
"Yep..This is my last week in the school.. My dad will be transferred to
"What? But it has been only three months!"
"Oh.. I know"
"You wont miss me?"
"No, why?."
This was weird.. didn’t she feel anything for him..
"Not even a little?"
"Umm.. a little.. maybe.."
He saw a mischievous twinkle in her eyes..
"You liar.. You not going anywhere, are you.."
"I sooo got you there..haha"
"Stop laughing meano.."
"Nahi re, my dad is getting transferred.. But I am staying with my Grandmom.. "
"I m not even talking to you.."
"Aaww, I am so sorry re.. sorry sorry sorry.. "
She must have said sorry bout 9 times.. And there must be guys reading this thinking that it doesn’t make things better.. but trust me, it does..
Rahul’s heart melted..
Its not fair.. Men were made taller and stronger.. Men fight, eat with their hands, drink from the carton.. What was bout these girls that made men all soft inside.. damn..
"Not fair..You cant do it to me.. I like you"
It was the first time he said that to her. Both of them knew it, but it was the first time he said it to her..
"I like you too.. more than you like me.. "
"No, I like you more.."
"No, I like you more.. "
"Nope, I do.."
The Judge's daughter she was..., she liked winning arguments, but she liked him too..., she could let him win this one...
She smiled, Rahul’s heart melted. He had won the argument.. But something he lost.. And he was not sure what..
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I am a sucker for happy endings.. Something didnt seem right in the last story. So I changed the ending..Happy New Year Guys..:)
Editor in chief Arshat Chaudhary
Current Issues: high school memories, mumbai, pune, pune girls, short story
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Nupur said...
Awwww!! So cute!!
But what's with sad endings of late?
Thoorika said...
Simple and nice! But I dont understand the point that why everyone name their guy characters in their stories as "Rahul"?!
Thoorika said...
And ya, You have been blogrolled! :)
Anonymous said...
man i gotta give it to you.. i like that story of yours..d evil sala.. i still narrate that story to my friends and every one love that.. this story of yours is brilliant too.. i am back to blogging bro..
raghav said...
awesome work yaar, it was gripping .. I was actually looking for a "sourced from" in the end, coz no way you could have written this *grin*
seriously, real life story ??? *wink*
Mithrandir said...
shakespear in mumbai....the sweet sad story...
Mayu said...
Work of fiction, right?
"Its weird how a girl who is that tough around others melts when shes around someone she likes"-
Its partially true..
Girls love arguing with the one they like or love though later in the process they might very happily give up their contentions...
Plus Girls like these know, that they can very comfortably and conveniently win arguments against the guy they like or love but they very happily lose and choose to sustain the charm that situation offers..But
one should also merit the guy for this especially if the guy is-
"Subtle and not overplayed..
Has some razor-sharp intelligence coupled with decency..
High-end determination coupled with simplicity..
Amicably down to earth..
Not noticeably good-looking which doesnt matter one bit when one knows him."
*i might have skipped some parts*
:)
Needless to say though, I am too somewhere, a judge's daughter but not totally identical with the one in the post....This kinda interested me to comment..:)
aroop said...
tooo predictable.. no fun..
Regards,
Your worst critic..
Harish said...
:@ Hey!! Whats with this: 'weird are these ppl who come from Pune' ?? :PP
For possibly the first tme Im am totally lost as regards the origin of any blog of yours. Am I missing something or is this just a nice little made-up story? Nywayz loved it..
Waise liked the statement Mayu has highlighted!! So true..
Arshat Chaudhary said...
@nupur
ah.. I knew u wud ask tht.. I dunno.. somehow I cant comeup with better endings.. not tht I am heartbroken or anything but just cant..maybe i shud catch up on a few KJo movies for inspiration :P
@thoorika
hmm.. well the reason for callin him Rahul was that Rahul sounds like "a cool dude with an attitude!". But then I made up by making the girls name sound different :)
@thoorika
thanks :)
@chriz
thanks man.. the best part bout Raka calling is that its based on a true story..
Welcome back to blogosphere mate..
@Raghav
Good to knw u think so highly of me :P
no re, not real life.. its just that - short story.
Somehow girls dont like me enough to meet me alone (or maybe they r scared :P)
@Mithrandir
Gee thanks ..
@mayu
yeah, definitely a work of ficiton, as mentioned, dating doesnt happen much with me.. though I am handsome (well, atleast in some cultures I am :P)
Glad u liked it enuf to comment on it..
@aroop
u r such a unromantic saale..
:P
@harish
"weird are these ppl who come from Pune.. After the freezing cold of Pune, they still find the need to wear sweaters in Mumbai!"
hmm.. mayu, u got urself a fan! :P
like all my posts, thrs a bit of me in here and thrs a bit of the stories in my me :)
Nupur said...
Thats a great idea... but please skip KANK!!
Anonymous said...
Come on mate this is too much for yourself. You are beating yourself at story telling.
HIREN aka lamda said...
arshat bhai is back......
nice 1 man..
liked it...
predictable but was gud...
start ritin muvis......
kjo will luv u..
:p
Tushar Sathe said...
dude.. its the best thing i've read on ur blog so far.. its so sweet man.. i mean.. it feels so real..for a moment I thought the guy in the picture was me myself.. Arshat that was superb yaar!
aroop said...
@ arshat
I'm just a dog chasing cars, I wouldn't know what to do if i caught one..
Ashish Gourav said...
hey this resembles one of my real life incident....with some major modifications.....
of course if you have time, do read love at last sight from here
Srinivas said...
WoW!! Great story! I liked it..well my NEW YEAR WISHES TO U AND YOUR LOVED ONES>>>
Unknown said...
very cutesy! I bet some of the girls you knew melt when they read this one! Sweet blog post is always such a chick magnet....smart arshat...smart.... :-)
Anonymous said...
i saw the change by chance. Yeah i know you suck big time at the happy ending but the last ending was better than this one. :)
Aman said...
Wow, that was some mushy post...hehe...happens to us guys sometimes...btw, wat was the other ending?
Anonymous said...
loved it .. almost all lines were so much heart warming but
Its weird how a girl who is that tough around others melts when shes around someone she likes..
aww... its so much mushy true ;) !!
liked your blog.. you are on my blogroll now :)