Monday, 26 December 2011 | By: AbhiLaSH RuHeLa

Tu Pyaar Hai Kisi Aur Ka.. Tujhe Chahta Koi Aur Hai....

          508th BLOG POST -->>


       I entered my new college on 3rd August 2006. Everything was new to me. Everything was a fresh experience to me. I started enjoying my life of Graduation from the moment I entered my college. Everything was so positive about my college that I even saw the spitted gutkha's marks on my college's walls as a spiritual Teeka on the forehead of my college. :-) The crowd of my college was too energetic. I found someone moving their fingers between the threads of guitar to make everyone wave on his tunes. I saw someone replicating the epic step of Michael Jackson which is worldwide known as Moonwalk. I found some girls trying to pose as models as they were getting their pictures clicked by their boyfriends or girl-friends. It was a very enthusiastic and positive environment. I didn't found anyone whom I can call as the source of negative vibes in my college. Everyone was trying to attempt something which can give them an unique identity in one of this elite college of India. I was proud to be here. I wanted to explore myself and do something which can make people scream my name which will motivate me to assess myself a bit more and surprise everyone.


            Lectures started. It almost became a regimen for me to prepare for next day's college so that I could prove myself intellectual whenever any teacher asks anything about the contents taught in the previous lectures. I checked out all the classmates and I found a very good friend in Salman. He had good physique. He was a poet. Everyday he used to utter some words decorated in a beautiful sentence which rhymed with almost every sentence he spoke after that. Girls would clap for him and boys would envy. :-) But Salman had a very down-to-earth approach even while talking to the dumbest person of the college. He never let anyone feel that they are untalented. He always motivated others. He always helped others. And this is why every person of the college used to browse for Salman every morning when they entered the college. Fortunately, Salman also liked me as a friend and he shifted his room and now, we were room-mates. It was an amazing experience of cooking food with him, eating with him, roaming with him, watching movies with him, arguing with him, smiling with him, sharing secrets with him and in the early mornings, sleeping with him. Ok. It's not that SLEEPING which you are thinking and smiling. :-) It's not necessary that if two boys sleep together, they are attracted towards each other. It is just that they don't have anyone else to sleep with. :-) Girls, be little kinder to us. :-) 


           I and Salman had one more friend. She was Ankita. She always preferred to stay with us rather than with girls. She believed that Boys never ditch girls but girls can ditch anyone. We agreed with her. :-) Ankita was more friendly and close to me than Salman. Whenever she had an option of chosing to be with me or Salman, she always preferred to walk with me rather than with Salman. Her inclination towards me began hitting my heart just as balls hit Sehwag's bat on the day when he doubled his century and became SUPERGOD. :-) She always complimented something or the else about me. I liked it. Whenever I used to ask her about her past, she always said that she believed in better future rather than repeating the cruel happenings of her past. The inclination towards her started augmenting more and now, she started hitting me like balls hit Shahid Afridi's bat on the day when he scored a century in 37 balls which is a World Record still. :-) 


            One day, I started asking about myself to Ankita. I asked her about her feelings for me. It was not about her infatuation or attraction towards me but I was casually asking her so that she can reveal herself if she really liked.. ok.. loved me. She said that I am a very sweet guy and every girl will love to spend time with me. She said I am very nice in talking as anyone can believe me because I have a very sweet face and warm nature. Just when I started to expect the conclusion of all what she was speaking, she said,"Chirag, I have always tried to tell you something but I stopped every time because I don't want to split with you and Salman. But, I have decided to speak it up now as I am waiting from last 2 semesters to speak out. I have always tried to be with you whenever Salman was away because I wanted to tell something which I didn't wanted Salman to hear before you. I like .. lets be frank.. Main usse pyaar karti hun." Suddenly, my eyes saw something which even Rajnikanth can't do. Sky was beneath my feet and Earth was miles up in the air. I slapped my heart with my brain and asked it to come back into Human's mode from Rajnikanth's mode. While she was speaking all this, I didn't utter a word in between or you can say I didn't even inhaled oxygen while she was speaking. But as soon as she finished, I spoke after 20 seconds,"Ok. Congratulations Ankita !!!" 


     She replied,"Idiot, this is not a congratulatory moment. It can be if you will help me." I knew where she was heading to.


     I said,"What can I do?" I tried my best to prove that I am dumb.


     She said,"I want you to create such scenes when Salman and you would be alone at home or in college to make him get attracted towards me. I just want him to start loving me. That's all." 


             I nodded and agreed to whatever she said. At last, I loved her. I loved her like Sachin loves batting, KRK loves tweeting and Sonam Kapoor loves over-acting. I loved her like fish loves water, bird loves sky and human loves to cry. My madness and passion for her vanished as Kajraare vanished from theaters. I wanted to cry like hell but I had something else in my plan. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to laugh. I wanted her to feel herself as a queen. I wanted her to widen her lips whenever she met me and make me feel that I am the one because of whom her lips gets designated into the best shape. I wanted her to walk and run like a fairy who cannot be caught. I wanted her to feel as she is the most special person on the Earth as she has everything she needs. And she needed Salman for the moment. Now, I had to do something to make Salman crazy for her. I came to my room that evening without thinking about anything else than starting my mission of feeding as much positives of Ankita into the mind of Salman. 


             I asked Salman that night,"What do you feel for Ankita?" He grinned and exclaimed,"What? She is just a friend and nothing else. Ok?" I replied,"Tell me the truth". He said,"You are saying this to me. Haven't you seen yourself anytime? Haven't you seen how you try to find out the time when you can be with her alone? Haven't you seen how you try to look at her with your tilted eyes when that bloody Mr. Shinde fucks us with his stupid chemical equations? Haven't you seen yourself when you compliment everything of hers and she keeps enjoying your reviews on her's spent 2.5 hours on make-up?" I was blown off. I had nothing to say. After 8.333 seconds(Yes, I am fan of Aamir Khan's perfection), I stammered,"But I do this so that you can notice her. I try to find time with her so that I can talk about you and develop feelings in her heart for you. I have always seen a love in your eyes for her. But you will never understand your friend." I stopped after over-acting as much as possible. 


           He came towards me with tears in his eyes. He said SORRY!!! and hugged me tightly and kept crying. He said that he is proud to have a friend like me who can understand him. He said that he is proud of himself to achieve a friend like me who understands all his secrets even when he doesn't shares them. Let me not miss this, I was crying more than him when he hugged me because I was feeling proud of myself that I am going to give happiness to both my friends by doing what no one can. It was almost the end of the year and end of Semester 3. It was December. I promised Salman that I will help you to get Ankita as soon as possible. He had tears in his eyes all the time because he never thought that a bloody friend like me can ever do something like this with him. Yes, I am bloody. I asked Salman to write a letter for Ankita and hand it to me. He ran towards the stationery shop, purchased a beautiful Archies card, wrote some beautiful words for Ankita and gave it to me. He asked me about what am I going to do. I didn't said anything to him as I wanted to give both of them a Surprise.


            I waited for the right day. Finally, my mobile calendar pinged me at 11 Pm on 24th December,2011. I got up from my bed, said Salman that I am going to hand over some notes to a classmate who lived nearby, picked up my bag and moved out. I ran towards the basement. I changed my dress and ran towards Ankita's home. Her house was at the 2nd floor of a 20 year old building as she lived on rent. I thought of surprising her. I started climbing the pipeline which ran from the side of her balcony. Like a monkey, I stretched my hands and legs whenever needed and then like tortoise, I also shrunk whenever needed. Their society had no watchman as most of the people lived on rent and they didn't agreed to pay extra for security as they were not the owners. So, I had no tension of being caught. It was already 11.45 PM by now. Finally, with all the capabilities of stunts I had, I reached her balcony. I opened the door slowly and found her sleeping. I saw her beauty in the darkness and let me tell you, she was shining equivalent to the shines of 1000 stars together in the midnight sky. I wanted to kiss her, caress her, run my hands over her hairs, rub my lips on hers, take her hands in my hands but...My FATE WAS FUCKED.. I touched her slowly and she woke up with a loud scream. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!


            I pushed my palm on her lips and grabbed it tightly before she recognized me and heaved a sigh of relief. She asked in astonishment,"What are you doing here? And you came through my balcony. Oh Fuck. I hope you are not raping me?" I laughed at her innocence and fear. I said,"Please turn on the lights, dear" As soon as she turned to switch on the lights, I wore my cap immediately. She pushed the button downward, tube-light blinked and stared with brightness at me, she turned around and ..... I was standing in front of her in red pyjama which was too broad for my thin legs, red kurta which was too tight as I had inserted spongy pillows between the kurta and my body. I had a cone-shaped cap on my hat which had red ball at its tip which made it hang downwards. I was in a disguise of Santa Claus. I walked towards her, held her hands in mine, kissed them and said,"My dear friend Ankita, I wanted to give you something special. I wanted to change your life. I wanted to see you as the happiest girl of this world but.. but not as Chirag-your friend but as Santa.. Yes, the Santa whom you dreamed would come to your bedroom at 12 AM on the Christmas's prevalence and give you the gift which you always wanted. I remember your dream of meeting a Santa as you arere fascinated by him from your childhood. Today, I am your Santa and I have the world's best gift which you are about to hold in your hand." She was still standing numb. 


          I took out the card on which Salman scribbled some beautiful words for her and placed it in her hands which were in mine till now. She opened it and started reading it in her soft voice:


          I am not a rockstar.. Neither am I a Rich Brat..
          I just want to be a rat who can be caught by you, my Cat.. 
          I am a silly looking boy.. with no beauty and joy..
          You are a cute little baby... And I dream to be your toy..
          I see you as the sky, I see you as this Earth..
          You are world's purest form and I want to be your dirt..
          Oh my Crazy Ankita, my sweetheart, you showed me Bouv-u..
          I can't do it better, so being simplistic,I'll say- I louv-u... :-) :-) :-)
                              I hope you accept me, Crazy Salman."


          She had tears in her eyes and she hugged me tightly and wept for next 10 minutes. She said me Thank you for an equivalent number of times Comedy Circus had its Grand Finale. I kept pressing her hands and kept telling her, this is what a "Poor" Friend like me can do. On the very next day, I held her hand in the classroom and kept walking with her towards Salman's bench. Everyone was seeing the drama. Salman was shivering. After reaching Salman's place, I told him to stand. Then, I held his hands and gave Ankita's hand in his hand. Everyone in the classroom whistled while I cried in pain. But, this pain was a gift to me on the Christmas as I got a friend like Salman for my lifetime and a love like Ankita who still thank me. This is the 5th Christmas after that Christmas, but she still Thank me and I am the first person whom they wish Christmas. Salman is Muslim, Ankita is Hindu and their son is named CHIRAG after my name :-).. but still Christmas, the festival of Christian is celebrated in their house as Eid and Diwali. :-)


P.S.: FRIENDSHIP is not about showing it at every step. It's about sacrificing a piece of your heart for your FRIEND even without letting him know that you have donated a piece of your heart to him. SANTA CLAUS should not be waited for, in spite, be SANTA CLAUS for someone and gift someone the BEST you can GIFT to the person. This is a FICTIONAL Story which came in my mind to write on the auspicious moment of CHRISTMAS. I hope you got the motive of this post. LOVE should be SACRIFICED when it comes to GIFTING the BEST to your BEST FRIEND !!! Thanks!!!


P.P.S.: You have always showered love on my Fiction Stories and this is my 151st Blog Post of 2011 and the LAST Fiction Story of 2011. So, I thought of writing it on FRIENDSHIP and CHRISTMAS !!! Thanks!!!


ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU wishing you all a Merry Christmas !!!

26 CoMMenTs !!! - U CaN aLSo CoMMenT !!!:

Pratibha said...

AWSUM <3
Jst luvd it:-)

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thanks a lot Pratibha

Vivek Rastogi said...

o la la, its ultimate :)

Anamika said...

hey ABHILASH !!!! Again you made me cry...nice title n its beautifully written post with so much love n passion...last 6 lines n dat p.s. section...wow !!! hattsssss offf to you....you r so so good...your best at fiction till date...n once again u've managed to create that magic with words...n i'm still crying...

Anonymous said...

Wow!! Quite touchy,lovable piece of writing. This cud even make boys cry. Sacrificing ur love fr someone truely requires a big heart n lot of courage too as it is undoubtedly one of toughest things to do.
Awesum work buddy.
Sagar..

Vickas Tomar said...

Superb,outstanding,mindblowing,mindblasting,stupendous.Historyy:-P:-P ..JAI MATA DI...Cha gaye guru cha gaye..:-) Taarif karun kya uski jisne tumhe banaya.......

alka narula said...

that was beautiful to read...u certainly proved yourself to be a good friend infact 1of the best friends in the world....they are both very lucky to be ur friend...very nice post

Vijay Rajput said...

well written Abhilash................
improving day by day. No i can see a genuine story teller in your writings..

never ever stop.keep writing
:)

asit said...

Nice1 broo....

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thank u Vivek sir... Tu hai meri fantasy. :-)

Priyanka's Neverland said...

awww!! this was adorable Abhi!
Keep it uP!
:D

Awesome twists!

Cheers!

Priyanka's Neverland

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Ohhhh.... ANAMIKA... This post wasn't meant to make u cry, baby. It was to tell that how you can give a person his life without letting him/her know. And rather than waiting for Santa, be Santa for someone.. Thsi blog post was abt a boy who never made his gf and best friend know abt his love.. but he did good for both of them... Just imagine his greatness..

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Sagar, its not just about sacrificing the love. Its about friendship. Doing something for d happiness of ur friend and not for your love and greed.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Oh My God. Thank u Vickas. No words. Thanks a lot.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thanks Alka madam. But its not my story. Its a fiction post. I am not so big. :-)

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Vijay sir, your comment means a lot to me...

Bcoz u have read a lot of books and if u feel that I am a good story teller, I can think for once that I am seriously good at this.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thanks Asit.

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thanks Priyanka. It is very hard to write many twists in a short story.

Salman J said...

:) What to say now..... I can just say this with my heart full upto brim with emotions,eyes full of tears and a shaking hand--- My friend,Mere bhai-- YOU JUST MADE MY CHRISTMAS A 1000 Times better ;) Just that the roles got a bit mixed up :D The best part i liked was the FUTURE wala part -Salman & Ankita getting married :P :D Now that is something for which you might wanna turn fiction into reality ;)
You might wanna hear the true lines in the Archies card though--
My Heart as pure as Moony Silver,
Has now turned to an Ivory Sulphur.....
I give my heart now to you..
Love me.. only because I Love YOu ;)

Wonderful bro... simply superfucking awesome..
Here arises a problem now.. Though you might write tonnes of stuff much better than this one.. But for me THIS IS IT!! THE MASTERPIECE :P ;D
The Best Tribute To Love And Friendship.
Eternally Gratefull,
Yours Truly
Salman :P :D

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Bas this is what I wanted to hear and now, this post is the most successful post for me. :-)I just wanted to include your and her's name. And this is the lengthiest blog I have ever written.

Salman J said...

Every Single letter and every single word..
Contains a hidden message about a boy who loves a girl......

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Hmmm

semi said...

My first fiction read of yours =) The BEST!

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thank u Samyukhta. :-)

Parikshit Rane said...

kya likhte ho yaar...
amazing
-:)
loved your post
and will be reading a lot of them

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

Thanks Parikshit sir. I am happy that u r fond of my work. Thanks.

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