Anecdotes

My heart was throbbing. I wanted to meet her again. All of the class I had been thinking about her. She had blocked all my senses. She was so beautiful and self-effacing. The more i thought about her the more number of questions I was not able to understand. The Micro-controller class never bothered me. It was my favourite subject. I used to answer every question of my teacher in the class itself. I was choking. Will I be able to meet her again ? Would she have gone back ? I could wait for hours on a stretch just to be with her. But I had never told her how much I liked her. "You should not be thinking of her.", said a voice. I looked around. Everyone was busy talking to their partners or jotting down what the teacher was writing on the board."It is me, you numskull !", said the voice again. Oh ! It was my conscience. "Don't think about her.", said the voice. It was right, I did have to stop thinking about her. She was not the end of the world. I coul...

The polite group discussion was now turning into a melee. All the other people of the group were forcing their views on others. I looked around to see those sitting silent, then saw her gaping intently to something or someone. She had those glorious green eyes which seemed to be in deep thought. I thought of going upto her and asking her what she was thinking, but i waved it off. She seemed melancholy and lonely even among thirty people in the same room. Suddenly, she got up and left the room. I guess I was the only one who noticed her go. Even in the lectures i used to stare at her all the time. My mind used to be fixed on her. She knew i loved her and whenever asked I would behave mealy mouthed, never wanting to tell her what i really felt for her. I went after her. She seemed so depressed that i had to ask her the reason this time. She did not say a thing, but then I would never back-off from such a situation. I asked her if she wanted to divest something, and she replied in ne...

I looked out the window to distract myself from the boring lecture on Digital Signal Processing, the DSP or frequently called, the Degree Stopper ! Why was I not able to do what i had planned ? Was it due to lack of concentration or lack of determination ? I brushed my thoughts away coming back to the boring lecture ! The professor was erasing what he had written on the board, I had not copied it, but my mind was building castles in the air. I had done almost nothing related to the topic. Why was i even here in the first place ? I could've chosen acting, I am good at it, or that is what i thought, could've tried 'Arts' or 'Commerce' as my stream. I remember the day i gave my IIT exam. That paper yielded nothing to me. Although i had worked really hard to achieve a neat rank, I could've given it much more. The mere thought of it made me feel malaise. Well, now i had moved forward, I was going to give the GRE in a few month's time. I remember my father ha...