feelings for her by Vishal Singh (books to get back into reading .txt) 📕

yaadi reminding jay about the hostels , a new life for jay where he would find himself , he deflects jay's mind from those words to hostel, just away from that hell graveyard.....

Jay,"(suddenly) hahaha... No ,this inequality is not correct , it should be like this...
HOSTEL>>>>>>>>> Graveyard.,"
yaadi,"haha , much much greater than haaan?????:-):-):-):-)"
jay,"ya,let me come on the same track , ya after seeing the list , i went straight to the hostels, more precisely Chanakya Boy's Hostel, Room No. 13, there were 3 Boy's hostel and 1 girl's hostel, about 4 storey buildings each(6 room at eac storey , each room occupied by 3) with individual hoste-mess , indoor sports complex , a common study room, a combined health center , a gymnasium etc, it was completly lighted place, octorated with fountains, flowers,trees, diffrent colors....."

Yaadi,” Yaar, awsm …. Yaar , awsm…. Such a
wonderful place, it is…… A completely isolated life
among the inhabitants of those 4 hostels, Yaar
really, it is life……. So tell me something about your
room…….”

Jay,” I went straight to my hostel room, Again
there was a list of 3 students, attached to my hostel
room’s door, specifying the 3 candidates for the
room, there was a familiar name at the top……

1- ANKIT SRIVASTAV ( From Gorakhpur )
2- JAY SIGNH RATHOR( From Lucknow )
3- DEEPAK RATHORE ( From Gorakhpur )

I was first to visit the room as the college was
starting from the next week, so there was no one
there at that time in the hostel, I was just there to
prepare myself for a new life, I entered the room(At
2nd floor), there was a small room first, with 3 pairs
of table, chair ,study-lamp, almirah & then there
was a gallery, fully covered with the windows (same
as in this room, where Jay is at present),
Bathroom & toilet just nearby the gallery, & at last
a big hall type room with 3 pairs of bed…… But
what so amazing about that room was, it was just
opposite to Rani Laxmi Bai Girl’s hostel, even the
gallery of our room can give you clear scene of the
complete Girl’s Hostel, I was very excited for this
new life, which was giving me the invitation,
invitation to find myself……………………….. ”

(Author : Haye Re Haye, Teri Kismat, Hostel bhi
mila to Girl’s Hostel k saamney waala, Beta ab to ho
gai padhai, Back hi bacha paaya to bahut hoga…. ….. Acha ab samjha tujhey windows par baith
kar gaana gaana kyon achha lagta hai….. lolz.. )

Yaadi,” Yaar, Kasam se, Your life was about to start,
Girl’s Hostel haan….. One from Gorakhpur,
another also from Gorakhpur, & you from U.P., solid
combination it is sounding… So what was next
waiting for you….. ?”

Jay,” After visiting the hostel that day, I
returned back to my car, unlike other rich fellows I
used to drive by myself not by driver, I made my
driver to occupy the rear seat, I was just leaving the
campus, there was another car standing inside the
campus, blocking the way, with rear wheel
punctured, a man (with his family) was standing
there asking for lift, I stopped my car near them &
asked them to come inside (As you know, we rich
people possess very long cars with only 1 or 2 seats
occupied, wasting the fuel for just 1 or 2 seats,
anyhow there was a lot of space inside), he with his
wife & a girl, looking like his daughter boarded in
my car & then we exited the campus & then the
conversation went as……. ”

Jay reading the whole conversation, going on
inside the car……..

That man,(To my Driver, as he was at rear seat,
looking like the owner of the car.) “ Thanks Sir, For
giving us the lift….. ”

My Driver,(He was confused as he hardly knew how
to interact with others as the only thing he knew
was just driving, however with me he got little bit
speaking experience, He knew that how he had to
tackle them, by remembering my words to him that
he had to behave like the Chacha of a boy who was
ill & unable to come for admission procedure, so he
had to go their on his behalf)” No problem, Koi
Baat nhi……..”
That man (To me),”Thanks Driver…………”

I didn’t give any reply back, just I was driving as I
too hardly knew how to speak like a driver, as I had
not learnt how to behave like a driver as we rich
people hardly give any attention to our Drivers…

My Driver (To that man),” Sahab ji, aapko kahaan
jaana hai…..”

Man(Surprisingly),” Sahab ji…… ?”

My Driver,( In Shock),” Ariey mai apney Driver se
keh raha tha ki, jab aapney usey thanks bola to
ussey puchna chahiye tha ki Sahab ji aapko kahaan
jaana hai………..”

Oh! Thank God, Poor people are much clever than
Rich ones like me…. He managed the situation very
well……

Man,”Koi nhi Driver ko steering par dhyaan dena
chahiya, usmey uski koi galti nhi vaisey hame
Chandni-Chawk tak jaana hai, Agar aap please
hame drop kar de, to badi meharbaani hogi……”

My Driver,(To me)” Driver, inhey Chandni-Chawk
par drop karna hai….”

I bend my head in order to say O.K……..

Man,” Thanks again, Myself Ram Avtar Gupta, She is my
wife Meena Gupta, & She is my daughter DRISHTI
GUPTA……….”

Suddenly I turned my head back to get a glimpse of
her & all sitting behind were staring at me like I had
killed someone, realizing that for them I was the
driver, I again concentrated on steering wheel……

My Driver,” Ham Ravi hain,…….”

Ram Avtar,” Ham Drishti k admission k liye aaye they,
Hamari Car puncture ho gai, To aap bhi apney
bachhey k admission k liye aaye hain?”

My Driver,” Haan, mai apney Bhatijey Jay k
admission k vaastey aayela hun, matlab aaya hun
(Correcting his words), usey bhukhar hai, vo nhi aa
sakta tha…….”

Ram Avtar,” Koi baat nhi, vaisey aapkey bhatijey ki rank
kitni thi IIT-JEE me ?”
Suddenly I spoke, 1313 rank in IIT-JEE, 1216 rank in
AIEEE, 79 rank in UPTU……….

Ram Avtar,” Ariey Driver tumhey kaisey pta….. ?”
My Driver, “ Ariey mera bhatija iska achha dost
hai…….. ?”

Ram Avtar Gupta & his family members making ugly faces
like a rich fellow can’t be a friend of poor one, even
a rich car owner son’s can’t be a friend of driver…….
It is f**king true………

Ram Avtar ( After a while),” Hamari Bacchi ki bhi 1780
hai IIT-JEE me, hamne to isey ECE dilaayi hai, aur
aapney ….?”

I knew my driver didn’t know about those three
alphabets ECE, suddenly I broke the silence &
spoke…..

Me,” Usiey bhi ECE dilwaayi hai………”
Ram Avtar( frustatingly),” Tum car challayo, aur hameiy
baat karney do……….”

Then they started general talking, & I was
continuously staring at the mirror above my head
capturing Drishti’s image…… & within ½ an hour,
Chandni-Chawk came & they thanked my driver &
they were continuously staring at me, even Drishti
was staring as my clothing style, my hair style was
not as that of a driver & then they left…………

My driver (To me),”Chottey Sahab, agar kuch galti
hui ho to maaf karna”.

Me,” Nhi driver Kaka, aapse koi galti nhi hui…..”

I drove straight to my house, by adding Kaka word
with Driver,giving him proper justice, as now I knew
how a driver feels when got insulted by Sahabs
sitting behind………

Yaadi,” Yaar, amazing….. Vo sab tujhey Driver
samajh raheiy they??? Haahaaa….. Drishti bhi ???
Hahaa…. Entry maari bhi to apni hi car ka driver
banker…… haha………”

Jay( throwing the cigarette bud),” Beta udaa
mazaak, udaa….. Kheecnch le taang…….”

Yaadi,” To tuney sach kyon nhi bta diya ki tu driver
nhi hai ??”

Jay,” Haan sach bta k kya kehta ki mere Dad
Shailendra Singh hain, Jinpey apney Bachhey k liye hi
time nhi hai…. ”

Yaadi,” Arriey Chal Choad, Drishti kaisy lagi ye
bata……….”

Jay,” Mat puuch Yaar, Bayaan nhi kar sakta…. Fir
bhi gaakar sunaata hun…..”

With this Jay goes to the window to take theguitar & 4th cigarette & comes back again…....

‪#‎chap_4_starts‬

Mayur Vihar, Delhi……….
12 Oct, 2014 ; 9:00 p.m…

Jay,” Pehli nazar me kaisa, jaadu kar diya………”
Yaadi,” Cool haan, samajh gaya, LOVE at first
sight..”

Jay,” Buddy I can’t say it, as LOVE at first sight,
as LOVE is something beyond it…….”

Yaadi,” Sometimes it becomes impossible for me to
judge you, I can’t, your reasons are not yours……..
Anyhow tell me how did you prepare for the first
day?, at AIT…..”

Jay,” Ya good question, There was one week
left, My journey at AIT was about to start, I was
planning a lot, First I straight went to BETA mall,
recollecting my early experiences with it, I
purchased a guitar (The same guitar I have now),a
Dell Laptop, a football, Jeans & T-shirts, & a royal
Apache…….. At saloon, I got a very different hairstyle,
I was planning every second of that first day. I
didn’t want to carry my any past memory to AIT…. ”

Yaadi,”Hey buddy, it sounds very nice, First day at
Apache, Yaar no one can expect more than
this……..”

Jay,”Ya, Atleast I thanks my Dad now for giving
me that day & more precisely thanks to his ATM
card……..”

Yaadi,” Don’t create so much suspense, come to the
point, to the first day….”

Jay,” O.K. Buddy there we go, Now you will se
me, Who Jay Signh is?, As now I was alone to
take my Octision, in whatever manner I want, There
we go, First day at AIT,Delhi…….

All students were coming in cars, along with their
parents, all were dressed very well, all were very
happy as if they are waiting for that day, since a
long, Unlike them I was not having my Mom, Dad &
I too became habitual of it, & suddenly I drove my
Apache straight to the college Gate, I was dressed
completely black, even Black specks, Black cap, a
guitar at back with no other article as I had ordered
my driver to put them in my hostel room, All were
staring at me as if I was not there to study, I was
there for a rock concert to welcome them,
Suddenly a known face came infront of my Bike,
Oh! No! He is Ram Avtar Gupta…..

Ram Avtar,”Hey driver! What are you doing here?”
Before I could answer him….

Drishti,”Daddy, I said to you there is something
wrong with that Boy……”

Me,”Any guesses……..”

Drishti,”What guess, It is simple you are a driver….
A driver who is using his Boss’s articles……”

Without answering them, I kicked my bike & drove
straight to the Shiva ji Auditorium, where
orientation for freshers was going on, I occupied a
seat at back, A speech was going on…. Prof. H. G .
Mittal, director of AIT was delivering his speech…..
It was amazing feeling for me, I was not listening
anything instead of a sentence ‘ AIT welcomes you
all, first year students ’, It was looking like everyone
present in the auditorium was there to greet us, to
congratulate us, to give us a complete dinner, a
small cultural program was also there & about 2:00
p.m. It was end of that ceremony, a delicious lunch
was waiting for us, After having lunch I bid farewell
to my driver & gave him 10,000 bucks for behaving
as my Chacha ji whole day. Then I headed towards
my hostel room, I parked my sexy Apache at Hostels
Parking, I went to my room, there were 2 families at
that room, one of Ankit’s & one of Deepak’s, again
as usual staring at me, I introduced myself as
Jay, they behaved as if I was not eligible for AIT,
one of their parent asked first my rank & when they
got to know it’s 1313, they behaved as if they were
saying sorry to me every time, they spoke…… &
when they got to know about my father’s name,
they behaved as if their sons are lucky to have me
as roommate… What the f**k, this behavior is, If
you are rich, the whole world knows you & if you
are poor, your shadow refuses to identify you…..

After few hours, when their parents left, Deepak
was crying like a 4 year boy, whose Mom had just
left him, Ankit was looking very