Zara hatke ishq
OS
I was very worried; measuring the room by my steps; it was all too irritating.
"Will you stop pacing?" asked an irritated Pinky
I sat down on a nearby chair and started drumming it by the pen I had in my hand.
Now that was more irritating.
"Geet, what is your problem" shouted Pinky
I looked at her then at the pen I was drumming, I felt guilty.
"Sorry Pinky, I did not realize that I was drumming it" I said holding my ears
"Geet! Why are you so confused? What is the problem? You can always tell me." Pinky asked me
I know that she will not understand still I have to tell her.
"Actually Pinks, there is a competition I want to participate in" I said
"What competition? the one that is to be held at college, the debate competition" she asked
I sighed how can I tell her, but because she was concerned I have to, I looked at her and said, "No, not that one. The debate competition is a cake with an icing, I know I will win the gold there"
"Then which competition you are worried about"
"Actually, it is the one held at IF" I said looking everywhere but
"IF? What is this IF?" she asked with total confusion
"IF, that India Forum I am a member of" I said
"What? You are worried about that crap. Geet I am telling you, you have lost your mind. First you waste your time reading those stupid stories, and then to add to your misery you started writing few of them, and now you want to participate in a competition. Where are you my friend? It's a virtual world. And you live for it. You miss your lectures to write those updates your so called friends pursue you for. Geet are you listening, stop this immature behavior of yours before it is too late" she kept on cursing me and my virtual world.
Now who should I blame this for? I knew that she will be pissed still I talked to her about it.
I should discuss it with one of my IF friends.
When Pinky went to the library, I opened my laptop and logged in to my IF world.
I searched and found my friend maansee, Madhuri53 and reachsky2011 on Muskanp's ff page.
The trio was spamming the thread; I joined them and called them to my ff's thread to discuss the problem
They readily came by and we started discussing.
I told them how out of ideas I am for the OS Competition.
They agreed and motivated me to try some new flavor, after discussing for about 21 pages they one by one logged off and I too had to log off as I saw Pinky coming.
I tried to write an OS but every time I landed either in a SS or FF.
Writing short, very short story was I think, not my cup of tea.
I felt like the architect who designed the Taj Mahal, it is said that when he was asked to design the taj, he was not able to design as per the king's wishes. He formulated many buildings before he could finally make the Taj.
I am not saying that I am trying to write a masterpiece but I am at least trying to write something worth reading.
I was very worried the last deadline was missed by me and now the new dead line is being announced, I have to try to write something.
Next day in the class I was lost, I was not concentrating, my mind was wondering in IF land.
My thought process was broken by a tap on my shoulder; I turned to see who dared to tap me and was in my la la land.
The person who tapped me was no one but the professor who was taking the lecture, he was no one but Maan Sir, I stood up immediately, all red not with embarrassment but with excitement, he touched me, OMG he touched me.
"Where are you Miss? I have been calling you since long" he said in a stern voice
I could not formulate words, not because I was afraid, but because my shoulder where he had tapped was burning.
"Well if you have decided to behave like a deaf, someone tell her that she will have to come to my cabin for detention" he said
His cabin! Detention! Wow! I was in some another world.
He went after his lecture was over and now I have only two things in my mind, one that Maan Sir touched me and the other that I have to write something for the competition.
After the college I went to his cabin.
"May I come in" I said with a throbbing heart
"Come in" came the heavy voice
I entered the cabin and looked around, it was a big cabin unlike any other teacher's cabin, the two walls were completely covered with shelves full of books, on the wall opposite to the door was his desk, a huge desk, loaded with many things. And the fourth wall had garden facing big windows.
His cabin was mesmerizing.
"If you have done with analyzing the cabin shall we start your detention" he said
I simply nodded in a yes
"Well! Miss, what is your name" he asked
"Geet, Geet Handa" I said
"Nice name, Geet means a song, right" he said
"Yes, moreover Geet means lyrics of a song" I don't know from where I got the courage to say this
He smiled, "Good"
He looked heavenly with that smile, why did he not ever smile in the class I wondered.
"Geet! Where were you when I was teaching in the class" he asked
"Nowhere, Sir, I was just thinking" I said meekly
"And what were you thinking Ms. Handa?" he said
"Sir you will laugh if I will tell you" I said feeling low
"Try me" he simply said
I looked at him, he was looking genuine, "I write stories on IF"
"IF, as in India Forums" he looked at me as if analyzing what I was saying
"Yes" now I was a bit conscious
"What is your screen name?" he asked
I told him my screen name with a thudding heart
"Well! May be you are lying" he said
"Why would I?" I said
"Ok here log in with that name from my desktop" he challenged
I felt bad that he did not trust me, I went forward and logged in, and turned to look at him, he was startled.
"Well! Now I think you believe me" I gave him a confused look
"You really are this user?" he asked
I nodded unable to understand what the big deal was.
"Don't tell me all these stories are your ideas" he said looking at the screen
But how he knew about them, I wondered
"Ok, from where did you get that idea of Khamosh rehna Zaroori hain story" he asked
"Well, if you have read that one, then just think about the watchman of our college" I said, I was a little confused how did he know about it
He started thinking and after few minutes laughed, "Yes, the hero is very much like the watchman and he always says its necessary to be quite at least once"
I looked at him in shock, "Sir, do you read IF stories?"
He nodded
I was startled, "but it is all girls forum"
"Who said?" I have been a regular user since 7 years" he said
Now I was afraid, "Sir, what is your screen name?"
I did not want to hear it, because now I knew who he was, the same user I have been chatting endlessly, only today I have discussed my writer's block problem
"I think you already know" he blinked
I was all red, I have shared so many of my secrets online
"Well, so shall we shake hands" he smiled putting forward his hand
I took it; I could feel goose bumps
"So I am the professor you drool on during the classes" he said
I wanted the earth to open there and then
"I am sorry" I said and without waiting for his response I ran from there
What to tell you readers, after that day my life was a hell, I had to face him daily in the college, he made it a point to come in front of me daily, he would just look at me and smile like a puppy, I felt at first shy and later embarrassed.
Even my classmates and friends started noticing his stupid behavior.
And my online life was also a real mess, he would follow me all through the IF pages, he would be the first one to comment on my stories, he would endlessly spam my threads.
He would every morning wish me luck and every night bid farewell of course online, well I was always logged in via my mobile.
He was all around me, haunting me day in and day out.
I could not take it anymore.
I decided to talk to him face to face, after the college hours I stormed in his chamber, of course after making sure nobody sees me entering his den.
BANG!! The sound echoed as I pushed the door with all my might
"Who's there?" came his angry voice, I looked around he was nowhere to be seen, I wondered where he was?
I saw him coming out of the washroom; now don't be surprised he had an attached washroom and pantry.
"Who dares to crush my door?" he shouted
For a moment I was scared seeing his angry man avatar but I am Geet Handa and I never give up; I glared at him, his angry face was transformed in to a puppy face as soon as he saw me.
"Geet, what a luck I have" he smiled.
I have started hating that puppy smile of his.
"You look angry baby" he said; did I tell you he lately has started calling me baby, of course online.
"Listen, I am Geet and not baby, first get this thing clear" I shouted
"Ok, now that is why you have been keeping angry with me lately, Ok but will it be alright if I use your real name online" he said,
I am telling you he was looking like an idiot with that expression.
"What do you want to prove?" I could not understand how to vent my anger
"Did I ever say I want to prove something?" he asked, I can swear anyone listening will think he was a sixteen year old boy
"Why are you irritating me?" I asked with frustration
"How did I irritate you?" he asked again so innocently
"Look, I don't want to be friends with you online, so please stop following me, I have deleted you from my buddy list, still you keep scraping me" I said
"I never noticed that, when did you delete me? Actually I hardly check the buddy list, and as for pm and scarp are concerned you should have blocked me, or complained on the IF so that they can ban me" he said
I gave him a shocked look, I did not like it, I thought that he would beg me to add him, but he was aloof, and yes it did hurt.
I did not say anything and went out. After that day he stopped following me.
I stopped using IF as well as FB, my exams were due in a fortnight and it was my habit to stop using internet at that time.
I continued writing stories though I never posted them;
OS competition was long back forgotten.
Pinky was happy with the change; she has hated my online chores.
In the next semester I made sure not to take the subjects taught by Maan Sir, I could never face him.
Finally my graduation was complete and I made sure not to attend the farewell party as he being warden of boy's hostel, would be present there.
It has been a year since I used my IF and FB account.
Today I have a strong urge to open my account and see what was happening there.
I logged on to my IF account and was shocked to find that I have been regularly using it, and all the stories that I have been writing have been posted on it.
Someone not only hacked my account but also had an access to my laptop on regular basis.
I called Pinky who had left for her hometown only yesterday.
I was shocked to know that she had been copying my daily activities from my laptop and giving them to Maan Sir.
I felt as if someone has stripped me, for the first time in my life I cried and cried.
I was here in hostel as I wanted to do some job, but now I felt very homesick and returned home.
My family was very happy.
My mother asked me about my future plans, and I had none, I was emotionally drained.
I could not understand that why Maan Sir did all this and why Pinky supported him?
After a month my father asked me if I was ready for marriage, I gave my consent and soon they showed me few photographs.
All the guys looked ok, I told my parents that they can select one I have no objection.
A fortnight later my Bro told me that they have finalized a boy and he was coming to see me tomorrow,
I was Ok with it.
I did not want to think about anything,
I don't know why, but I felt that my soul was full of Maan Sir, that was the reason why I was afraid to talk about any guy.
Next day my mother asked me to wear an anarkali suit with proper accessories.
As the ritual goes I was not asked to bring tea and all, the family arrived for lunch;
they were very friendly and kind. They said that the boy will come at high tea.
At the high tea, I was sitting with his sister in my room discussing a novel by Jeffery Archer when my Bhabhi came and said that the boy wanted to meet me.
His sister winked at me and left the room, I for the first time felt nervous,
I stood and went to stand near the window, I had a strong urge to feel fresh air.
He knocked the door, I said, "Yes"
I could hear him entering the room, he closed the door, my heart beat increased, I felt a little strange, I was sure that butter flies were flying in my stomach.
He did not say anything, and I could not muster courage to turn around and see who he was?
For few minutes he did not move, but then he started coming near me, I tightened my grip on the window sill and closed my eyes,
I felt something amiss.
He stood near me so close that I could feel his breath on my back.
He slowly held my shoulders and I froze, he touched me, what kind of guy he is? My thoughts suddenly went to Maan sir.
"Geet!" he said
"Maan Sir" and I turned around; he was no one but Maan standing in front of me. I blinked several times, I may be hallucinating.
"Geet! I am sorry" he said
As soon as I saw him after so many months, to be exact 16 months, I forgot everything;
when he became a part of my soul I did not remember.
"Geet! Will you not forgive me? Pinky told me how broken you were after you discovered what we did" he said
I did not say anything, but looked at him intently
"Geet! You write so well, and when I discovered that because of me you have stopped using your account but you have continued writing, I felt bad so I asked her to do me a favor and we together kept you online."
I don't know when tears started flowing, I simply hugged him, "sorry Sir, it was all my stupidity that I fell in love with you and could not understand myself, I was very hurt when you said I should have simply blocked you, I felt that this attraction was one sided and you were just making fun of me" I said in one go
"No it was not your mistake but mine, I did not know how to tell you that I have long back fallen for your online avatar and when you told me about it, I was like a love sick puppy, I did all that out of my love for you, and when that day you said all those things I felt very bad and pledged not to talk to you until you get the degree. And the day I came to tell you, you have left. And I could not muster courage to follow you here" he said
"Then how come you are here today" I asked
"By chance, mother showed me your photo and here I am" he said and again that idiotic smile on his face danced.
I just wanted to kiss that smile
He cupped my face and said, "Will you marry me?"
I just nodded
He said dramatically, "aapki khamoshi ko apki haan maanaa jaye"
And pecked on my lips, I was waiting for this and encircled his neck with my arms and pulled him into a deep pool of hunger and desire.
"OMG!" we came out of the liplock when his sister screamed seeing us
Both the families were staring at us; his mother came forward and pulled his ears, "so she is the girl whose heart you have broken"
My mother looked at me, "is this true Geet?"
"No, Maa, he did not break my heart, he simply took it without my permission and did not tell me that he was leaving his heart with me" I said meekly
Everyone laughed at us.
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