Day 1, Sunday, 8:00 PM
I had never thought that I would ever write a diary. Primordial conventions suggests it is totally against boyhood, if not manhood, and I owe the Boys Association of India apologies for this aberrant demeanour I am putting on display.
Why I am writing a diary? Well, to be honest, I don’t know. Let my ill knowledge of behavioral science take its toll and I have to resort to say that in near future I might be vulnerable to fall in love.
It has now been 7 days in college and hardly had I ever thought to approach any girl of my class until today, a Sunday. In a country where colleges are suffering from a chronic disease called “class-bunk,” yes, I went to college on Sunday and the reason has been stated in the first part of this very paragraph; it has been just 7 days and I was oblivious to the norms of college life. I had forgotten to bring an assignment on Saturday, which was the last day of submission, and somehow I coaxed my teacher into letting me submit the same on Sunday.
I reached college, parked my bike in the unusual looking Sunday-parking stand, and walked straight towards the Computer Science Department. Contrary to all my expectations, I was not the only one who had renounced all pleasures of real world to submit a futile assignment; there was a girl as well, standing at the gate of CS department’s room with a register in her hand. Fewer the people, higher the confidence and a ‘hi’ pumped out of my mouth at once and then I went on asking what was looking quite obvious. “Have you also came here to submit the assignment?”
“Yes,” she smirked.
With no questions to answer I moved few steps forward towards the desk where I was supposed to place the sheaf of papers. I was wondering why she was still standing at the door and not getting rid of her own papers , but one more question from my side and she could have hailed me as a desperate cheapo so I refrained from asking her anything.
“Is that the place we are supposed to submit this?” she asked pointing the spot I had just left. Yes dumbo, I thought in my mind and answered politely with just a ‘Yes.’
“Wait here,” she said and almost scooted to get rid of her assignment.
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“Is there a chemistry class tomorrow?” she asked.
Full time-table was on my fingertips but a prompt answer didn’t sound cool in college jargon so I pretended as if I had no idea what she was talking about.
A casual and mostly insipid conversation went on for couple of minutes and it ended with a cliche ‘See you tomorrow’ that was a wish for her and an agreement for me.
To be continued…