This is a story of a girl. like many others on this blog. and I promise this is as interesting as the others.
This incident changed me a little, my inclination and desire towards love and lust have changed. I'm a better person now, hopefully. I think I have learned something about myself from this experience.
"Salle Shahrukh Nahi Emran Hashmi ban"
It's strange how strangers become friends, friends become long-term friends, long-term friends become best friends, best friends become the best confidant, sometimes confidants become lovers, but many times lovers become strangers.
Well, to tell you the story from the beginning, I would have to take you back to summer of 2008, 10 years back from the day I am writing this blog.
I had just completed my 9th class and was going to 10th, I had a best friend, I had my crushes, I had my video games, life was perfect, well almost, in retrospect. So like every school child new years brought new opportunities. There was a system in our school, every year the students in your class were shuffled. In 10th class, I and my best friend were allotted the same class, some hot girls were in our class too, some were in other classes. The hot girls were hot enough and we were nerdy enough, I knew I could never woo them, I always felt I can woo an average looking girl, and that also I should have clear signs that she's interested in me, because I've these convoluted flirting signals are arduous to decipher.
Also since my mother had been the teacher in my school, I had been hesitant about doing anything, which could tarnish her image. Always a good boy, always a shy boy. The shyness also came from the reason, that I'd never been good at anything, mostly been average in everything, except computer games. I thought my career was in playing computer games, the whole world was against this idea at that time. In fact, in few things like studies, I was below average, I enjoyed maths and science and hated Hindi and likewise Hindi hated me, or I should say Hindi teacher hated me.
Our class teacher was of English subject, she used to tease me with my best friend, making indirect remarks in class calling us gay. She was one hilarious character. but as this story is about a girl, I won't digress into other characters. So this year there was a new girl in our class, starting of every new year there are some new admissions in our school. In military, our dads get posted to another place every two years, and that's how you get to meet lots of new people and develop a socially pleasant personality.
This girl was nerdy like us, unlike every other girl in our class who use to try to shorten their skirts and try to wear as transparent as possible white shirts for which our vice principal use to scold them for, she wore a skirt that came to her knees, and an opaque white shirt. First impressions say a lot about a person, I quickly assumed she came from a conservative household, generally, first impressions are not correct, but I was correct here.
Sometimes, when teachers didn't feel like teaching they use to call students to come out and show their talent to the class, it could be singing, dancing or telling jokes. I use to be good at telling jokes.
But singers were the kids' everyone admired, so I decided to become a singer because some jokes don't go well with all audience. I learned the lyrics of my favorite english song "One-love" by singing along to the song a 100 times and I knew my favorite hindi song "Tanha dil" by heart.
Much to my surprise, not just my english teacher but this new girl took fancy to my singing. Well this was a rare incidence, getting recognition for something I've done. It was instant gratification, there was dopamine rush. I decided I could make this my profession (I'm a scientist now). Being a cordial and considerate guy I have already befriended this new girl, because I understand being a new kid on the block can be tough. When the school ended for the day, we were suppose to go to our three tons that will drop us home. This new girl told me she really liked my singing (That was surprising, was she flirting with me?? alarms and sirens were going in my head)
This incident changed me a little, my inclination and desire towards love and lust have changed. I'm a better person now, hopefully. I think I have learned something about myself from this experience.
"Salle Shahrukh Nahi Emran Hashmi ban"
It's strange how strangers become friends, friends become long-term friends, long-term friends become best friends, best friends become the best confidant, sometimes confidants become lovers, but many times lovers become strangers.
Well, to tell you the story from the beginning, I would have to take you back to summer of 2008, 10 years back from the day I am writing this blog.
I had just completed my 9th class and was going to 10th, I had a best friend, I had my crushes, I had my video games, life was perfect, well almost, in retrospect. So like every school child new years brought new opportunities. There was a system in our school, every year the students in your class were shuffled. In 10th class, I and my best friend were allotted the same class, some hot girls were in our class too, some were in other classes. The hot girls were hot enough and we were nerdy enough, I knew I could never woo them, I always felt I can woo an average looking girl, and that also I should have clear signs that she's interested in me, because I've these convoluted flirting signals are arduous to decipher.
Also since my mother had been the teacher in my school, I had been hesitant about doing anything, which could tarnish her image. Always a good boy, always a shy boy. The shyness also came from the reason, that I'd never been good at anything, mostly been average in everything, except computer games. I thought my career was in playing computer games, the whole world was against this idea at that time. In fact, in few things like studies, I was below average, I enjoyed maths and science and hated Hindi and likewise Hindi hated me, or I should say Hindi teacher hated me.
Our class teacher was of English subject, she used to tease me with my best friend, making indirect remarks in class calling us gay. She was one hilarious character. but as this story is about a girl, I won't digress into other characters. So this year there was a new girl in our class, starting of every new year there are some new admissions in our school. In military, our dads get posted to another place every two years, and that's how you get to meet lots of new people and develop a socially pleasant personality.
This girl was nerdy like us, unlike every other girl in our class who use to try to shorten their skirts and try to wear as transparent as possible white shirts for which our vice principal use to scold them for, she wore a skirt that came to her knees, and an opaque white shirt. First impressions say a lot about a person, I quickly assumed she came from a conservative household, generally, first impressions are not correct, but I was correct here.
Sometimes, when teachers didn't feel like teaching they use to call students to come out and show their talent to the class, it could be singing, dancing or telling jokes. I use to be good at telling jokes.
But singers were the kids' everyone admired, so I decided to become a singer because some jokes don't go well with all audience. I learned the lyrics of my favorite english song "One-love" by singing along to the song a 100 times and I knew my favorite hindi song "Tanha dil" by heart.
Much to my surprise, not just my english teacher but this new girl took fancy to my singing. Well this was a rare incidence, getting recognition for something I've done. It was instant gratification, there was dopamine rush. I decided I could make this my profession (I'm a scientist now). Being a cordial and considerate guy I have already befriended this new girl, because I understand being a new kid on the block can be tough. When the school ended for the day, we were suppose to go to our three tons that will drop us home. This new girl told me she really liked my singing (That was surprising, was she flirting with me?? alarms and sirens were going in my head)
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