Writes 3

I was so deep in love with her. Totally mad. I used to call her by different names, like 'Angry Bird' or 'cuts'. She would say that she loved me the same, but next day denies all that she said. Ignoring all this, I loved her. I believed I knew her, but I was wrong. I was wrong in many places. One more important thing! She doesn't like to be called by some other name else than Radha...

Chapter 3: The Friendship Day

I was speechless. She asked it so simply that I had no answer to it. Now I realized that I am in a problem. I started to think for various possible answers which I can give her. I was showing her a smile, but inside me a whole tornado was going on. Fortunately, this tornado was stopped by hourly bell. Oh God, I love that bell. Without wasting even a single minute I stood up. I was about to move that she spoke again

"Pratap, Happy Friendship Day"

What should I answer now? Isn't this going too fast? Somebody wake me up from dream please.

"Happy Friendship Day, Ms. Mandy"

Finally, I went out of the class, directly towards my hostel. Mandy talked to me, for the first time in a year she talked to me. That's amazing. But she will surely ask for an answer of the same question tomorrow. I must have the answer to that. But how will I tell her that she looks exactly like her, My First and only love: Radha.

Hostel room was empty, turned on the Boat Rockers 200 and started to play music. Music which was favorite of Radha. She was my favorite. I started to play same old Hindi sad songs. The music that directly touches the heart, the lyrics which remind me of my story. My story with her. My story with Radha. 

Radha was a common friend of me and my old school classmate Preet. Preet introduced me to her on Facebook, I guess when I was in the first year of my Botany.

Yes! I am a business student right now, but I had dropped one year from Botany. Why Dropped! Because of her, Radha

Radha was so amazing. The way she talked to me even being strangers. She was the reason I installed messenger for the first time. The fun part was, I have never seen her, but I was totally in love with her personality. You know the first impression, she rocked at it. I chatted with her for almost 24 hours continuously on the first day. She was interested in me too. Otherwise, why would someone talk to a stranger for almost whole day??? Was this love at first sight? Yes, it was, but not sight, it was love at first contact and it was so strong.

Writes 2

She was a writer. She taught me how to write emotions or I must say she is my emotion. Writing was the bridge which connected us. At least for some journey. But her destination was way different than mine. She wanted to play with me. Not doing any disrespect to her, I decided to get her going far from me. It was not a good decision for me, but it was a decision to take. It was a life changing decision.

Chapter 2: The Ruined day

So, I got an absent. During the whole class, I was depressed. I did not give much attention to the lecture. The teacher gave me bad looks, but I ignored. How dare he gave me absent?? I was late just by 4 minutes, not even 5. Now I can never get my attendance to 100%. I was just talking with 'inner me' that the hourly bell disrupted my attention. I was the first one to move out. Even before the teacher said to leave. I didn’t care for him to say that. I was a busy man right, Mr. Teacher!

Now it was the class, for which I am always excited. It was the soft skills class. The only class infect for which I am always excited. I went straight to the room, no water, no restroom time, directly to the class. I took the second seat. Why was I excited for the class? Ooh, it was Soft skills? Maybe that's why?? No way. I mean, yeah, I am a bit better at it, but the reason was something else. The soft skills class was elective subject so 2 or maybe more sections were merged in that class. In other words it was her class. No, not the teacher. Although she was beautiful too, no offense. It was actually the girl of another section. I was into her from the first year. I have been following her to her classes. Sometimes I even missed my classes because of her. Many times we had eye contact but I never had the courage to talk to her.

The class started. All the students were present. She was sitting just by two seats left to me. I was full with anxiety. I was thinking about her that suddenly madam asked me to join her in front.

“Now Pratap will give us a demonstration of how to sleep in class" Madam giving me bad looks pointed out.

I went in front and was in a bit of wonder now what to do? But me being me, I took advantage of the time.

“Yeah, sure mam, with your guidance, I will definitely share my tips of such a talent" I said jokingly.

“Oh, go ahead. I am feeling so positive to hear you"

“I hope I will stand on your standards mam"

Now here comes my little demo on how to sleep in class.

“Sleeping in class is a symbol of intelligent students. Good Morning to one and all present here physically and mentally, my name is Pratap aka Pj. Now I will give you some tips about how to sleep in class without getting caught. First of all never sleep in class if you are having habit of snoring “the class busted out in laugh. I took a quick look at her face, she was smiling. This gave me more confidence to entertain the whole class.

“See guys, try to take first seats if you want to sleep because teachers usually ignore them due to chaos from back benchers. Back benchers, if you guys want to sleep, carry a towel cloth with you. Make sure it is below your forehead while you are sleeping. This way your head will get some heat and if you got caught make the reason that you are sick. Teacher will most probably check your temperature from forehead and pass his or her judgement." my demo was too good.

“Nice job Pratap. You are a good speaker"

“Thank you mam"

Learn from him. How to be calm at such situations and use your brain to enjoy the opportunities. But Pratap I don’t want to see you sleeping next time in class. Everyone open your books now, it’s time to start chapter 3: The signs.

I walked back to my seat. Surprisingly she spoke to me for the first time.

“That was nice Mr. Pratap”

“Thank you Ms."

“Ms. Mandeep, actually don’t call me that. Call me Mandy"

Call you Mandy?? Is she saying we are going to talk again?

“Thank you Mandy"

“And don’t mind, now can I ask why you used to follow me last year?"

I was shocked. I was not prepared for such situation. I didn't saw that one coming. I talked to myself, No doubt it's true, if beginning of the day is bad, your day will go bad.

Writes 1

She was an important part of my life, She was a mystery. Sometimes I wonder whether she is real or just my imagination because she was so perfect. I can say that she was so like me. Our interests, song taste, everything!! Was common. She was beautiful and I loved her.

Chapter 1: Start off Blogging.

Going to start my first blog. I heard it’s a good idea to move on. So here I am, unaware of what to write or what you mean by blogging. By the word blogging it seems to mean something like daily diary writing. So I am going to the same.

Hello, my name is Poker. It's a weird name, I admit. She used to say the same. Who is she? Good question! Keep up with me and we will run through all this crazy life.

Let's start with the morning. It's a good morning. Woke up late as I slept late. Late for class for sure. Oh, I forgot to give my details, make anyone care about that?? Even if they don't, it’s my blog 😜. You guys already know my name. I am a student of business second year right now. I am studying in Lovely Professional University (LPU) Jalandhar. Writing this blog is one of my tasks given to me in class. We can say it a task or a suggestion. Whatever it is I am doing it.

So I was late for my class. It was 8:30 in the morning. The class was at 9:00 am sharp. If we get late by 5 minutes, we don’t get attendance.

"Wake up you sleepy head", my roommate almost dropped me out of bed. "Make your ass move fast or we will get late for class."

“What’s the time dude? Are we late", I woke up, rubbing my eyes.

“It's 8:30 already, we will get later today for sure."

"Oh shit, what happened to my alarm? Why didn’t it work."?

“It worked dude. You snoozed it and slept again."

Damn this snooze button. I started to think whether to go to class or not. It was for sure that I am not going to get my attendance today, so joining the class without attendance would be a good choice? I was just wondering in my 'inner me' world, I got a phone call. It was from Priya, my classmate.

“Hey, Good morning Pj."

By the way I am Pj,

“Good Morning Priya.

"Pj, can you please mark my attendance, I can be late today."

“Oh sure, I will try"

"Thank you, my roll number is 34"

“Bye"

Now I have the reason to attend the class. I got up from bed, keeping the debate with the inner me aside. Had my bath, Dressed up for class and ran for class. It was already 8:58 when I left my hostel. When you move outside your hostel you see many more students who got late, I was not alone. I ran towards my Block and reached in iconic 5 minutes. I know it’s not that fast, but iconic for me. 

I entered the class at sharp 9:04. I did not have the attendance. So sad for me. I was too puffed to argue with the teacher. I simply took my seat and started to work. It was my first absent so far in this semester. May be that's why it pained more or it was the fact that Priya was in class and she got the attendance.