time for a change.PG8!updt!!!!!

Firstly thanks for opening this post.secondly its about : patriotism,losing, gaining, tragedy  and a bit lovey-dovey:p

This is just a single part out of the 4 part introduction of the real situation.

Hope you guys like it. please review!

I was bored.  The party was so dull.

Our ''fathers'' were sitting in a table to my right. Laughing at their own jokes.

 

The ''mothers'' were at the other side, discussing perhaps about the new maybelline lip-gloss, or about some article they read in the femina magazine, cooking or something.

 

And we 'kids' sat at 2 different tables. One for the guys and one for the girls, to my relief, cause I don't react in a humanly way when girls are around me. Especially when shes around me!

 

In my table there were these three guys who were doing their architecture: Mihir, Dylan and Aman and one of their other friends Prithwish who was doing his mass communication course.

They were by themselves talking and laughing and we hardly paid attention to them, because they were talking about their college.

and we don't study in their college and also because we have absolutely no interest in their project.

Rahil, one of my very good friends was sitting by my side talking to this guy Neal who am not very fond of.  Rahil is extremely handsome according to other girls and Neal is extremely annoying according to me. I mean Neal is a nice guy and all, but he brings in his facts and philosophy all the time. He knows we cant stand ot, so he tried to keep it down'.sometimes. And then another guy whose name i dont know.

And at the girls table was her cousin sister Riya and a couple of other girls.

 

She wasn't anywhere around.

 

Good.

Good, shes not here, I mean if she was here she would be sitting with them and their table is so close to ours and me being me id perhaps forget how to breathe. Okay that's a bit of exaggeration but seriously, when she is around every part of my body feels duty-bound to make me look like a fool, and making it crystal clear to everyone around that I had a huge crush on her. No actually that's an understatement. Huge crush. No, Gigantic crush that I had since we were 12! And now she we are 16.

 

It was 8:00 pm. Maybe she'd come now.

Why isn't she coming?

Why do you care Armaan? I don't want her to come, remember?

Even though I know id make a fool out of myself, I was hoping she would be there.

I actually dressed up for this stupid stupid party.

 

'Armaan...Why are you so quiet today?' Rahil asked.

'Nothing, it's just so boring'. I said.

And he smiled. Freak. He knows me well, and anyone who knows me'knows how much I talk! Anytime! Anywhere!

'Do you think this peace thing would be a success?' Rahil asked trying to strike a conversation.

'I guess so' peace is the need of the hour'everyone wants peace now'and after that recent attack, did you know the police actually'' Neal went on and Rahil regretted asking that question.

 

Oh yeah I forget to mention why the party was organized. A group of these people in Mangalore {that's where I stay} including our parents made a group called 'United'. United has members of most of the religions, and this group organizes peace rallies, marathons, talks and everything to spread the message of love and the need of unity for us to grow as a country. It includes doctors, architects, engineers, I.A.S officers, police et cetera.

There was this Hindu Muslim riot few weeks back, and thanks to this group things have settled down. So this party was to celebrate. The whole inspirational speech thing got over and now we are sitting in our groups chatting.  I just sat and pretended to listen to my friends even though I wasn't listening to them'it was as if the atmosphere was absorbing all the sound.

 

There were discussing about other stuffs, while I just sat there and sulked. The only thing I muttered for the new few minutes was how hungry I was.

 

They were then talking about slumdog millionaire and that's when I joined them. Things started getting better, I got more comfortable, she was not coming {I dunno if it's good or bad}, and the waiter served us hot manchow soup. [I told you things got better].

 

As I took my first sip, Rahil seemed to have noticed something 'amusing', because he was grinning from ear to ear.

'What?' I asked. He just smiled.

'Bhabhis here?' I teased, wondering whether seriously the girl he liked was here.

'Yeah'.my bhabhi' he said with a mischievous smile.

I raised my eyebrows.

'Look left' he muttered softly so that Neal couldn't hear.

Confused I slowly turned to my left and saw her!

Talking to my mom!

C r a p.

As weird as it sounds I choked on my soup. Neal and Rahil looked at me like im a weirdo or something.

Great, she here.  Make yourself embarrassed mode activated.

I felt my cheeks grow warm. I dropped the spoon in my bowl, splashing a bit of the soup on my face.

I told you my body makes sure I embarrass myself.

Wiping my face slowly with a towel I just sat there and gave up on my soup.

I tried hard not to look up.

But she was like this beautiful thing who couldn't not have been not noticed by anyone.

Rahil was laughing; he is the most unemotional guy I've ever had the misfortune to meet.

'Why aren't you having your soup?' the-guy-whose-name-i-dont-know asked.

'Im not hungry'.

 

'Ok I can be wrong'' the-guy-whose-name-i-dont-know  started, and I looked at him irriatated.

'Yes you are wrong'' rahil said laughing before he could even complete speaking.

he continued, 'Is Amal the conducive for your mental, emotional and physical discomfort' he asked.

Its Amel, I wanted to correct him.

'Dude just ask him if Amel is distracting him'don't throw words like that and make him more confused' Rahil said.

he laughed, 'sorry but is she?'

'Who's Amel?' I asked like I had no idea.

'The girl in orange'

You mean the pretty, extremely breathtaking girl in orange, with the most adorable eyes and the most beautiful curls? Yes.

 'No' I said.

To my luck, Rahil wasn't laughing; neither did Amel hear us mention her name.

Well for a change I do hope she notices me.

She never notices me turn red when shes around, she never caught me staring at her'at least that way id know she was looking back.

God! I sound desperate!

 'What made you come up with such a crappy idea?' Rahil asked.

'Well he turned red' Neal said smartly. I thought he was supposed to keep his mouth shut

'He turns red whenever any girl is around him' rahil defended me, in a very insulting way.

'Don't believe me? Wait see'.he'll get nervous even around your sister' Rahil continued and Neal grinned.

But Rahil my dear friend felt duty bound to save me'.

'Hey' Niarika said cheerfully.

I nodded and smiled at her. She was like what, my sister. But i called her

But I had to pretend to be embarrassed since that was Rahils point. I tried ignoring her eye deliberately and Neal grinned.

'This guys got a problem' the-guy-whose-name-i-dont-know  said noticing my  behavior.

'Well its not as sever as yours!' I retorted.

He smiled back. Freak, never gets angry.

'But when we meet him other time, he seems pretty normal..'

'That's because the atmosphere is calm' Rahil said. God he talks such crap. But such crap makes sense to Neal I am sure  because he did not reply.

I was very hungry; I started drinking my soup again.

'Dude loosen up'she wont eat you'maybe she likes you too' Rahil said with a smile.

Yeah right.

And that little devil heard everything said 'You like Amel?' Nia exclaimed like she dint know.

'No' I snapped very angrily.  Her smile faded.

'Sorry-it's just that'well I was pulling your legs'since he mentioned about her maybe liking you. It has to be Amel..Not me Na'and she's so your type Amel I mean'.plus Amels so pretty'Even bhaay has a soft corner for her'.' Nia blabbered pretending to be dumb.

'So'why d'ya call me?' Niarika asked trying to change the topic, but I know she will come back to it again, when am in a better mood. I'm so going to ignore her.

'Nothing, now go' Rahil said shamelessly.

She raised her eyebrows.

'Umm sorry Nia'well actually I wanted water'could you please get me some water?' he asked in a fake-sweet-tone.

She pointed at the glasses of water in our table.

'Well- I cant drink that water' Rahil said.

He is so dumb.

'Why?'

'Cause'cause your brother spat on it'

'Eww bhaay I told you that's gross' she said

Rahil and I looked at him disgusted. He turned red again.

Niarika went and got a glass of water for Rahil.

She returned angrily kept the glass at the table and muttered something to someone's ear who was standing next to her.

'Hey Neal'' a familiar voice said, I dint turn around to look at the girl who was at our table now.

 

 

 

Very intestesting story so far! It's a pleasant surprise that you chose to write in a guy's point of view. UNITED seems like quite the progressive humanitarian organization. I look forward to reading more about it. I hope Neal won't be in competition with Armaan for Amel's affections. Continue soon!

Originally posted by: legallyzoya

aww thanks a lottt!!
Ill update it today
im glad you guys like it

@girl_2007..i dont know hwo guys feel..im a girl :)
but a guy kidna admitted this to me., i mean how he feels aroudn a girl he's been crushing for years.i just elaborated it...belvie it or not...its mroe intense than this..all he wants is to see her happy..:) sweet na??

I stood by the guys table and whispered into Nia's ears ' We won the bet'.

Nia grinned.

'Hey Neal' I said smiling at Neal who was looking at us with a huge grin plastered on his face.

'Hey Amel what secrets?' Neal asked me smiling.

Neals a nice guy, but he should stop acting like my best friend.

'Nothing really……so how you been?' I asked him.

'Im fine and you?'

'Am good....'

Then Rahil turned towards me and said 'Hey Amel' in this extra cheerful way.

'h-hi' I stammered.

'Soo wasaa?' he said smiling at me.

Rahil was pretty cute. Okay he was seriously cute. And charming.

And....never mind.

'Nothing much….You temme'' I mumbled.

'Nothing...Arre sit down na....' he said.

'No we are going....'

'Arre no sit....' Neal insisted.

So I sat in between Prithwish and Nia. I felt like a dog. They say sit and I sit!

Aman and Mihir just looked at me ,smiled and got back into their conversation.

'Sooooo Miliii, how you been?' Prith asked me.

'Im fine, how are you?'

'As usual....biji-biji..Rocking the world and all ...' he said with a smug smile.

He thought he was the coolest person on earth.

Maybe he was... he had a style of his own. And his personality did not go with his name at all. Prithwish Jhabak! But he carried off his name like it was a name every person in this world would die to have. That's the best thing about Prithwish, he's happy with everything. And sometimes I feel like he can change our moods, he spreads positive vibes.

'who won the bet?' he asked me grinning.

'Even you know?' I asked him.

'Kisi ne bet lagaya ho...Aur mujhe nahin pata...ho sakta hain kya?' he asked.

He was on bets all the time after all...

Nia and I had put this bet with Samia didi. And we won.It was like there are these 2 youngsters working with us. Sharol and Nishant. And we knew that something was cooking between them, But Samia thought that they were just good friends. I mean she did tie rakhi to him last Raksha bandhan. But'things change....

'Course I do' even I knew something was cookin between them'

'Ha! See even you know…am telling u Mia na, shes so dumb'

'Who's dumb?' I heard a familiar husky voice ask me.

I turned around to see this gorgeous girl standing behind me.

She wasn't very tall, infact she was tiny. But very beautiful. She had an olive complexion; her eyes were dark brown, filled with mischief.

She had a smile that would make any criminal spill out his deepest, darkest confession. That wasn't the only advantage this young energetic journalist had. She was smart. Super smart infact. A vision to change the world. The confidence to do it.

'Tu...Phir kaun?' I said laughing.

She pulled a chair and joined us too.

We started chatting. Idhar udher ke batein and all.

I noticed Rahil kept looking at me.

And I started getting conscious. I hate it when someone notices me too much or stares at me.

I started playing with my hair and I looked down. That is what I do when I get nervous.

Finally I looked up at him, and instead of get embarrassed he just grinned at me.

Neal looked at me at the same time. So did the other guy next to him whose name I cant remember. He is very shy. That's all I know about him.

'Hey Mili' dint you participate in the youth champion debate competition?' Neal asked me.

I raised my eyebrows when he called me 'Mili'

'Um no. did you?' I asked him.

'Yeah…I thought you'd be there. You're always there...' he said

'Yeaahh...only for the last 2 years actually ' I said.

And Rahil laughed. I was feeling very awkward.

I wouldn't mind if he went from here. Rahil I mean. I feel very awkward.

'Sooo Amel you're into debating huh?' Rahil asked me.

'Yeah. But I aint that good at it'

Others do not humiliate me. I do it myself.

'That's hard to believe…I mean you do talk a lot!'

'Well yeah if I can't convince them I confuse them ...im pretty good at that...' I said.

'Merese poocho Na...She makes the simplest thing sound complex...' Samia didi said.

'Well I can't help it. You're such a airhead...if you use two big words you get lost....'i joked.

Well anyone would see it is a joke, since Samia didis stringing of words was amazing. She could insult someone without offending them.

And sometimes she comes up with such smart things that would just make your bolthi bandh. Literally.

'Yeah sure miss ''i so-confuse-the-world'' she said,

Neal grinned. 'We'd make a good team then..id do the convincing and you do the confusing..' Neal said.

'And people would just go crazy' that shy guy sitting next to Rahil said.

I looked at him smiling slightly; finally i heard something out of his mouth. He is soo silent, he makes you wonder if he has voice or what.

Infact he is the only person in ''united' that i haven't had a conversation with him. Apart from rahil. i mean at least Rahil says 'hi' and stuff.

This guy pretends like i don't exist.

'Well they would make a pretty good team if Neal lets her say something… He talks more than her' rahil said laughing.

Rahil was always joking and he was always cheerful. A true mood elevator.

And everyone laughed.

'And you're into arts right?' I asked Rahil

'Yup..i paint'

'What kind?'

'I do portraits and abstract' he said.

'Well actually only abstracts. He starts doing a human face but then it turns out to be a blur of colors. He calls it abstract' Nia joked.

And Rahil stuck out his tongue like a small kid.

How cute.

'Which paints do you use?' I asked trying to continue the conversation.

'Acrylic'

'Hmm…haven't you tried oil yet?'

'I do. But I prefer acyclic....' he said.

'And hey dint you like get an award for that science thing?' I asked the shy guy.

He turned red. Did I say something wrong?

'Um yeah' was his reply.

And we had the most dull and one-sided conversation in the history of umm....one-sided dull conversations? :

'What was it based on?'

'Newtons law of conservation of energy'

'Oh toh it was a working model?'

'Yeah'

'Even ma friend participated in it. I dunno if you know her...Dhristhi?'

'Umm yeah...The one with the frizzy hair, millions of pimples and glasses?'

I raised my eyebrows. Yes she wasn't exactly attractive, but she was nice.....

'Yeah her...shes very smart you know...there is much more to her than her outer appearance...'

'Yeah I know she got upset when she dint win first' he blabbed and then it looked like regretted saying that.

'She is pretty competitive...'i admitted.

But then it's defended her too, 'that's the only thing she is confident about...'.

Okay i don't like him, he doesn't like me. That's pretty clear now.

Rahil seemed to sense the same thing so he bought in humor again, 'thats how smart people should be....stick to their books, shouldn't think that he is the king in everything...what say Neal?'

Neal laughed.

If i was Neal id turn into powder with embarrassment.

I told you he is so weird.

'Im hungry...lets go' the shy guy said.

And rahil got up at once. Dylan and Aman also got up, Aman complaining how much the smell of chicken made him guilty. He loved the movie chicken little. He even gifted me the 'chicken little' DVD on my birthday!

Neal hung around though.

I just sat silently.

'Did you feel bad for what Arman said?'

'Arman who?'

'The one in black..'

Oh the silent guy.

'No... .'

'Why do you feel so duty-bound to defend your friends always? You've got to admit Dhristhi is competitive...very much...last time when she won in singing she made Sucha big face at me....' nia said

I laughed.

'Nothing like that...its just that...i had to defend her..Im her friend right....'

'Yeah...'

'And come on this guy doesn't even talk to me...and suddenly when he does he isn't that sweet...'

'It's just that he doesn't talk at all...' Samia said.

'what crap..He talks when he wants....i know..' nia said.

And then comes up a new bet

Prithwish: he talks.

Mia: yeah i saw that...

Nia: he is just shy.

Me: no it's called attitude.

Nia: no. he is shy...Dont you get it?

Me: of whom

Nia opened her mouth to say something but then closed it.

Prith: okay bet...

Nia: haan, he will come and talk to you...personally...Nicely

Me: you won't force him into doing it Na?

Nia: mein paagal dhikthi hoon kya..Im telling you Na, he will talk to you, you guys will become best of friends...maybe you'll want to go out with him too...

And that made me laugh.....