note:imagine a regular chat which uses "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" but
because of word limit i am using "zzz" plz bear with me..he he jo bhi
padho aap chat wali feeling ke
sath padhna,and wese to samajh aajayega par fir bhi bata deta hun
isme jo plain text hai woh avinash ki thinking hai and jo quoted hai woh
dialuges,chats etc.
*) - Rebirth
(Siddharth Gupta)
username[avinash]
password[*********]
news feed by page "love ka funda"
"ek sentence hajaro ladko ki zindagi barbaad kar chuka hai
woh tujhe dekh rahi hai xD"
avinash "haha nice joke,par kash sach me koi dekhe" [3 likes]
rahul "^^isko batao ki pyaar maza nahi dard hai" [41 likes]
playboy_vik "^^han pyar me dard hai ooh aa ouch... har naye pyar me jada :P " [101 likes]
avinash
"sad, i think ki pyaar bus ek bar hona chiye wohi saccha pyar
hai,aur uske baad kisi se pyaar hojaye to kya ghanta saccha hai and most
of all pyar is not
about sex dude" [17 likes]
damn
2nd year bhi complete hone ko agaya and tu use abhi tak bus dekh hi
raha hai,ashish ko dekh ye divya uski teesri girlfriend hai aur kitne
maze me hai ,ye ladkiya
akhir kese use pasand karleti hai,shii shii mai bhi
kya soch raha hun mujhe aisa nhi banna me sirf usse pyar karta hun and
usi se karunga,woh kitni seedhi shant hai
use dekhne se hi sari thakan door hojati hai {avinash thinking}
"avinash.... avinash..abe fb band kar lab-period over hogaya agla ecomerce ka hai sala bahut pakayega"
"han yar bhagoo.. "
ek
aur period khatam,aise hi ye saal bhi khatam hojayega,fir bus 2 aur
saal,in 2 saal me use nahi paya to?,kya karunga me ,kyun hun me pagal
uske peeche,woh haihi
itni pyari meri zubeena
"abe kaha chal raha hai dekh kar chal udhar bhag"
"arey han ashish bhi whi khada hai chalo"
"gusap shh love u baby...chushap darling..muaah"
ye kya laga rahta hai dheere dheere "abe ashish chal na be"
"han chalo ...'dost agaye hai bus.. gusap chuhar'....."
"kya kar rha tha what the hell teri vajah se pakde jate"
"abe to kya hogaya ,mushkil se patayi hai.."
"han wohi divya na"
"na re rupali nayi maal hai itm me"
"wah dusre clg me bhi account khol liya"
"account hi khulna rahgaya..raat bhar phon pe chipke rahe maza agaya"
"lol raat bhar..are u crazy aisa kya baat kari...itna paisa uda diya"
"kuch khaas nahi aiwe hi "
yaar ye itna paisa kaise uda lete hai...koi kya baat karsakta hai ,ma kasam chutiye hai sach me
TIME= Time + 1year..
phew finaly 3rd year ke exam bhi
khatam hue 1 saal aur bit gaya ab sirf 1 saal aur bacha hai ab kya
hoga...abhi tak to hum sirf dost hi bane hai. kai bar mene use
apne dil ki baat kahi,par har bar sala "as a friend" lagana pad jata
hai,anyways fir bhi mai kuch to agey badha hun 2nd year me to bus
dekhtha tha..fir 5th semester
msg pe baat
chalu hui aur ab phone tak pahuch gaya bus yahi phone ka rasta tujhe
dil tak pahuchayega avinash keep it up,par uska kya han us kamine
anurag ka woh
sala dinbhar chipka rahta hai usse...oh god y i m
feeling jeolous, woh meri wife to nahi...WIFE mene WIFE kaha kya...beta
avinash woh tumhari gf bhi nahi hai... >.<
:(..zzz sleep..zzz
trin tring..snooze++... yaar wtf abhi to soya tha "OMG 8AM"..agar first bus nahi mili to uske pas vali seat gayi woh sala anurag ajayega ......
"abe veeru(conductor) ruk"........fuck anurag is already on the seat..
"may i have the seat please" (divya)
"ok "
college pahuchte hi..yahi hoga..
"oye hoye re ..aaj to 1 ghanta divya k bagal me....kya re kya kismat hai re" (rahul)
"yes congrats mister rahul..college ki sabse hot girl aapke dost ke sath bethi hai {shaking hand}" (anurag)
sale tu to chup hi rah bhen k @#!@#!@ sala khud uske sath chipka raha aur mujhe taunt kar raha hai gurr..
"han yar acha laga (fake smiling)"
news feed by "life,love and ladki"
"love never get waste,either it gives u an experience or a lesson,either the best time or teach u to live in the worst time.."
sach
hi hai yaar...kyun nahi..mujhe apni puri koshish to karni hi chiye,woh
nahi mili to atleast mujhe kabi ye regret to nahi hoga ki mene try nahi
kiya..ya mai khud
se ek din kahun..woh tere saamne thi.tere hone wali
thi par tu itne karib akar firse laut gaya..she told me about her
relationship with anurag..par yar woh kamina
acha
ladka nahi hai,he will use her ...par woh meri baat kyon nahi manti
akhir kese yakin dilaun use... jab mene propse kara tab to woh bolti thi
mai sirf dost banati
hun aisi soch nahi hai..but fir woh uske sath kese
set hai..hey bhagwan mene kya galat kiya use pyaar karke aur kyon woh
mujhe nahi chahti aap kyon jawab nahi dete
,kya
mera pyar saccha nahi hai aur agar saccha hai to fir aisa kyon sunaya
bachpan se ki saccha pyar humesha miljata hai...zzz..sleep..zz..sleep
trin...trin..abe band
hoja @#!@$%#$#$ aaj sunday hai sale...uff mai yahi sogya fb is still
open,wow ek friend request hey bhagwan kash usi ki ho..hey god plzz
closing the eyes..
"hai ye kaun hai,chalo add to kar hi leta hun"
chat msg... hii
hii kon ho...mujhe kese bheji frnd request..
mera
naam neha hai,mene aapki forum pe kuch posts padhi thi,tabhi se aapse
dosti karne ki chahat thi,par fir forum bhi band hogaya kya aap mujhse
dosti karenge..
"haan sister"
"arey wah sister badi jaldi bahan banaliya"
mere liye usko chodkar har ladki sister hi hai ;)
"arey nahi bus aise hi sambhodan hai "
"lol hihihi"
"hmm bye"
next day
in college ..arey aaj bus me zubeena akeli kese baithi hai woh nahi aya
kya..aya to hai ye peeche kese betha hai..kya inka breakup hogaya..? :O
kya ab
zubeena single hai...mai to uska best friend hun na
xD,arey par aisa hua kese..kya kiya is kutte ne..did he forced her to
sex and finaly broke up jaroor aisa hi hua
hoga...
"hey zubeena may hi sit here"
"ya sure"
"aur kesi ho padhai kesi chal rahi hai"
"bus sab theek hai..mai bhi theek hi hun"(zubeena low voice)
"is everthing ok ??"
"yes"
"are u sure..?"
"ab sab khatam hogaya hai avinash,i want to leave this hell"
"arey par hua kya dost batao to ,mai hun na tumhare sath"
"he doesnt love me anymore,we had a fight last night"
wtf
when he doesnt love,to night me baat kese hui,did he asked her for sex?
OMG...mai is anurag ko maar dalunga..What the hell he thinks of himself
kya karlega woh ..
"matlub kese to raat ko to tum ghar pe hogi na ye kaha se agaya"
"on phone yar.. i was very busy and he kept on calling me ,i m getting irrirated he is too possesive with me"
"ok zubeena but dont worry i m wid u always "
"thanks avi"
AVI did she said me avi..woh avinash is now avi..a step ahead abhi to ek saal baki hai mere dost..wow maza agaya...clg agaya
"hey goodmorning prepared for test" (rahul)
"abe aaj to party hai dil khush hai bhai ka sabko bula k laa"
[[time=time + few days]]
[[Evening]]
msg-"hey avinash u dere,aaj mai bahut khush hun,tum kese ho and kesa raha din?" (neha)
"wow yar mai bhi bahut khush hun,din ekdum mast raha ,kyon wese kya hua tumhe bhi koi bf milgaya kya?"
"what are u talking about..strange!!" (neha)
"sorry little bit exited,i know tum wesi ladki nahi ho"
"arey i mean tumhe kese pata chala...mujhe milgaya sach me jiska
mujhe saalo se intzaar tha..finaly meri baat hone lagi and u know what
he added me on facebook
too... "
"cool... khair mera b kuch start hua woh mene bataya tha na...zubeena..blah blah..dekho shayad mera b kaam banjaye.."
"i will pray to GOD that tum jise chahte ho woh tumhe miljaye.. :)"
"avinash i want to hug u...m too happy today"
"but how..means hug.. :O"
"just in imagination....u also hug me congrats each other... our lifes changed today :)"
[[monday bus]]
huff firse late,but ab late
hone ka dar kisko hai seat to wahin hai... OMG anurag still there with
zubeena :O :( ,bhagwan mereko laga ki aapne meri sunli hai....
but aisa b kya gunah hua..anyways.. kuch wakt ke liye hi sahi
par tabse me zubeena k kafi close agaya hun...and ye anurag ki usse
dusri bar ladai thi..uska uske sath
jada din nahi chalega ye bahut ladte hai..anyways mood off ab clg nahi jaraha..chalo ghar vapis >.<
news feed by "love ka funda"
"the couple who fights with each other the most and still be together,are the one who love each other truly and deeply"
hunh..what this wanna say..arey they kidding..how can someone fight in love o_0
"fake.. this is unreal..i dont believe such shit" (comment by avinash)
MF kardiya isne upar se exam bhi ane wale hai...
[[tunentun tune of msg on fb]]
"hiiiiii" (neha)
"hey neha kesi ho...."
"mai to ab bahut khush rahne lagi hun,aisa kabhi feel nahi hua...dost..tum batao tum kese ho kya haal hai"
"well neha today i need a hug i want to cry"
"kyon kya hua dost..well u can imagine to hug me and just type fast what happened"
"i cant explain i will call u"
[[phone time.. ]]
"hmm if ur love is true..u will get her....dont worry.. :)" (neha)
[[months later]]
pata ni ye sab kyon hua mai to kisi ladki ko dekhta bhi nahi
tha,fir kyon mujhe woh pasand ayi..akhir kyon me 4 saal tak uske peeche
pada raha...ab to woh meri nahi
hopayi ..woh
anurag se break up ke bad kisi love life me nahi padna chahti.. ..anurag
ki saza mujhe kyon.. neha ki kya galti thi..uska vala use kyon chod ke
chala
gaya...woh to kitne salo se use pyar karti thi kitni
khush thi woh...ab hum dost hi ek dusre ko sahara dete hue ji rahe
hai... par hum dono me se hi kisine dhoka nahi
kiya..
news update by "love ka funda"
"Be patient, one day someone's going to walk into
your life and make you realize why it never
worked out with anyone else!"
well will
it...and why the hell it would..i dont drink dont flirt fir kyon nahi
mujhe mera pyar mila..kya mera pyar saccha nahi tha... fir bhi mai neha
se kam hurt
hua..zubeena ne kabhi mera pyar swikara hi nahi..par uske vale ne to pyar me akar bhi use chod diya..
[[chat msg tune]]
"hiii
i wanted to say something itne mahine tumne mera sath diya pata ni ye
mai kese kahun..but i m in love with u friend..plzz bura mat manna..par
tum sabse ache ho...apne life me itne problem hone ke baad bhi
tumne as a friend meri itni help kari jitna koi pyar karne par bhi nahi
karta..mujhe nahi pata tum accept karoge ya
nahi...but i love u.."
kya kahun, mai to sirf zubeena se pyar karta hun
,usi se zindagi bhar karne ki kasme khayi hai.. remember that post
which said... "Once in a lifetime someone breaks
your
heart, and if you still feel to hold that person with every broken
piece, that amazing pain is called “TRUE LOVE!” par kya mai aise karke
neha ke sath sahi
karunga..mai uske sath bhi wohi kardunga jo zubeena ne mere sath kara...chalo i will accept it
"neha..is baat ko accept karke rakho ki zubeena ke liye mere dil me humesha ek soft corner rahega..."
"arey i know...i know u love her..and isme tumhari koi galti bhi
nahi hai...woh koi galat ladki to nahi hai..i m ready to accept u as u r
.."
akhir kon aise accept karta hai she realy loves me
"ok i love u too.."
[[months later at night after talking with neha..]]
wow all night talks ..ek naya jeevan mila hai mujhe...shayad itna pyar mujhe zubeena ke sath bhi nahi milta :),
news feed by "love life aur ladki"
"pyaar kya hai apne vichar batao.." [[552 comments]]
"pyaar meri life hai.. unfortunatley i continue with my first love...zzz " (avinash)
"pyaar ek hi bar hota hai..agar dubara hua to pahla vala pyar nahi tha mai to jeevan bhar ek hi se karunga.. :)"(rajan)
well i think a new avinash is born...may he get whom he love.. :-)
Rating - 55/100
Judge's Comment - You are a master of drawing live situations. You did justice to the
theme and made the situation alive in front of our eys. However, to
carry a story independently on our shoulder, it is must to polish it
thoroughly. The in-consistency in paragrahps, connection throughout the
whole story and the errors in typography somewhat took away the fun that
I was having when I started to read the creation. Just a little
proofreading and re-checking a couple of times, would make you a
flawless writer, without any doubt.
*) - The Strange Mistress
(Shivam Pandya)
Love is a strange mistress. The more you pay it in the
beginning, the more you suffer when it leaves. Falling for this sensual
seductress was Vishal.
“Let the reader of
this note know that there’s a lot more to lose than just hearts when you fall
in love.” Asha’s hands were trembling when she read the first line of the
letter she was holding in her hands. She remembered the first time they met.
That meeting had left an indelible mark on her.
“Hi! Do you know Zeel?” Vishal kicked off the conversation.
“You are a senior?” she asked coldly.
“I am in your class only!”
“Maybe I have seen you. But I don’t remember,” she replied,
trying to make up for her earlier goof.
“So, can I have your mobile number?”
“I don’t have a mobile,” she said stiffly. Vishal looked a
bit crestfallen, but started walking away. Just as Asha turned back to chat
with her friends again, he turned back, tapped her on the shoulder and said,
“My bad. I should have thought.”
“What?”
“That you are not the type who would keep a mobile.” Saying
this, he started walking away. If he had eyes on the back of his head, he would
have seen Asha turn red due to anger.
I loved her from the
bottom of my heart. And she? She just played with me, like we play with toys in
our childhood. Play with it, laugh at it and then, throw it when you don’t need
it. Maybe I deserve this end for being foolish enough to consider her
flirtations as being love. Stupid, stupid me! And she? Well, she was always
forgetful. So maybe, she’ll forget me soon!
First year in a medical college is often remembered by
everyone as being the worst phase of their life. It’s the period when one
realizes that merely knowing English is not enough in MBBS. One has to be
fluent in Greek and Latin too. Asha was also cursing her lack of knowledge in
the dead languages of the yore, when the lecturer jolted her back to attention
with a shout, “Hey you, blue dress!”
“Yes ma’am?” she stood up apprehensively.
“Tell the nerve supply of biceps brachii.” She stood like a
stone. Only more silent. Suddenly she heard a tapping sound on her desk.
Looking down, she saw Vishal scribbling on her desk ‘MCN C8-T1’.
“Musculocutaneous nerve, nerve roots C8-T1,” she replied,
smiling. The lecturer grunted and continued with teaching. After the lecture,
she came to Vishal and held his hand, and thanked him profusely, “Thanks a lot,
Vikas!”
“Er, welcome. But you got the name wrong. Its Vishal!” he
replied, surprised.
“Oh yeah… I am a bit forgetful,” Asha tapped her head with
her palm, and continued, “but thanks for saving my skin today! You know, I have
worked very hard to reach here, and I don’t want to lose out due to any
distraction. That’s why I don’t give out my number to boys.”
“It’s okay. Perfectly alright,” Vishal replied, growing
increasingly uncomfortable with his hand still held by Asha.
“But I think I can make an exception for my savior. So give
me your number and I will give you a missed call.”
Numbers were promptly exchanged. Messages followed later.
Initially, it started the way it always does, with forwards, jokes, shayris
etc. In a few weeks, the messages grew increasingly intimate as they started
chatting on mobile. Then followed the “good night. Will miss you over the
weekend.” And for the first time, Vishal felt that they were more than just
good friends. And that was his first mistake.
She never seemed to
care. Or maybe I had just expected too much of her. Didn’t she always say,
“Don’t expect too much from others.”? Little did I know that she was referring
to herself! I always expected that one day she would accept my love. Well, the
whole world was busy loving each other and here I was, in love with a girl who
did not want to fall in love.
“Vishal, are you serious?” a surprised, if not shocked Asha
asked.
“The only time I was more serious was when I was admitted in
the hospital. That time even the doctor said that I was very serious. Ha ha
ha.” Asha got irritated. Vishal could not stop himself from trying to be funny
even at that delicate time. He had just expressed to Asha that the amorous
overtures towards her were truly an indication of her affixed place in his
heart, and that with each beat, she grew dearer to him.
“Well, I love you too!” Asha replied coyly. Vishal could not
believe his ears. In any case they were flushed red. His head thudded with
blood as he realized the bliss of being loved by the one you love the most. He
squeezed Asha’s hand tightly, and whispered in her ear, “I am so much in love
with you sweetheart!” Saying this, he left. As he walked, Asha saw him jump a
little while walking, and even heard him whistle for the first time. She
shuddered inwardly, thinking what she had done.
Her fears came true when Vishal met her the next day and
asked, “So, where do you want to go for our first date? Marriot? Taj? Or the
humble CCD?”
“Date?” Asha asked, a little surprised.
“Well, yeah. Why?”
“See, I don’t go out alone with a boy. So, I am really sorry
Vishal.”
“Um, okay. No problem!” Vishal replied a little crestfallen.
“And, there’s something…” Asha’s sentence was cut short by a
shout from Harish, Vishal’s friend. Vishal went away, after saying a hurried
“bye sweet heart”. Asha wondered how to explain things to him. She thought of
messaging him or calling him up but it seemed too informal and rude. She had to
clarify everything face to face. From a distance, she saw Vishal slapping
Harish's palm, and heard him say, “It’s a bet!” That night, she messaged
Vishal, asking him about the bet. He sent a cryptic reply, saying she would
find it out the next day. Confused and worried, she went to sleep.
“Are you ready?” the under-dressed, over-enthusiastic host
shouted to an audience craving for entertainment in the annual song-and-dance
extravaganza of the college. A loud cheer from the audience, which was mostly
directed at the skimpily dressed host, Alisha, confirmed that they shared her
enthusiasm equally. One after the other, the crowd cheered and jeered,
depending on whether the performer was from their batch or from the other
batch. A few belted out some melodious tunes, and most rendered a crass
cacophony, both receiving equal treatment of cheers and jeers. At last, walked
in Vishal, who held the microphone in his hand and instead of singing, spoke
something.
But of course it was a
joke for her. Everything was. Vishal is always that entertainer who makes her
laugh when she is sad; who lifts her bags when she feels lazy and who stops
studying to talk with her when she is bored. Vishal had never been more than a
joker, and his biggest mistake was to think that he was a king of his queen,
Asha.
“Asha, can you come up on stage please?” Vishal’s voice
emanated from the speakers. In spite of the excellent sound system and a
thousand “go!” prompts from all around her, Asha seemed transfixed to her seat.
It was as if she had not heard Vishal speak. Finally, after what seemed an
eternity of time, she stood up and walked up to the stage.
“Here I am, Vishal,” she stammered. Deep down, she already
knew what Vishal was attempting, what her reply would be and what his reaction
would be. She feared the worst and knew it would come to pass.
“Asha, you proclaimed your love for me a few days ago. Will
you repeat it in front of the college again?”
“But why Vishal?” she shuddered. Why do all the fears have a
propensity of coming true?
“Because we love each other. Then why fear announcing it?”
“Because…”
“Yes?”
“Because I don’t love you Vishal,” she said blankly, trying
her best to hide the pain within. Despite the excellent sound system, this
time, it was Vishal who seemed transfixed and muted. After a thousand shouts
from the audience prompting him to speak, he stammered, “But…didn’t you say…a
few days ago?”
“Oh, so were you serious?” Asha asked innocently, “I thought
you were just joking! I am really sorry Vishal. But I don’t have any such
feelings towards you and I can’t lie in front of the whole college.”
Vishal broke down on the stage. That was when the first
tomato was hit on his face. It was only the first of the many that would
follow.
Let the reader of this
note know that I do not hold Asha responsible for my suicide in any way. I have
always loved her, and will always love her. It was my mistake and I own up to
it. Love you Asha, but hate you Vishal! Good bye!
Asha broke into tears. Why was she always so confused about
Vishal? But, if she didn’t love him, then why she held the moments spent with
him so close to her heart? Why she could never see Vishal even looking at
another girl? Why her heart skipped a beat every time she saw him? Or was it
just normal? She was all confused.
But then suddenly, she felt her heart speak something to
her, almost in a whisper. It spoke Vishal’s name. Did she love him? Yes, of course she did! She
loved him from the very beginning, but failed to recognize the feeling. Love
may be blind, but it helps one see the best colors of life. Alas, people like
Asha are color-blind for most parts of their lives.
“I love him,” she said matter-of-factly to Alisha, who had
handed her the note. Dried tears formed lines on her otherwise pretty face. She
was brimming with anger on Asha. Her indecision had cost the life of one of
best guy she had ever known. Why, she wondered, it happened that someone loves
that person who will never reciprocate, and ignores the one who loves them?
“I will save him!”
“What?” Alisha was shook from her reverie.
“I said I will save Vishal. Let’s go to his home!”
Alisha started her two-wheeler and the drove it like she had
a hundred guys running after her. Within a few minutes, panting and sweating,
they were at Vishal’s place. The door was open and the two rushed into his
room. Vishal’s place looked every inch of a bachelor’s apartment. Alisha
shrieked on seeing a line of blood. Being a medical student, neither were
averse to seeing blood, but it belonged to someone they held close to their
hearts.
Following the sanguine trail, they reached in the bathroom
where Vishal’s pale body, devoid of a large amount of blood, lay. A slit was
clearly visible on his wrist. Asha quickly took out her stethoscope and
auscultated Vishal’s heart. It was beating, faintly and rapidly. The latter was
the key. Tachycardia is the initial response to hemorrhage. There was hope that
he could be saved!
“Alisha, get me a pint of Normal saline and an IV set. And
an ampoule of adrenaline 1 in 10000 with the syringe.” Alisha hurried to the
nearby medical store, while Asha tied a bandage proximal to the slit and also
over the slit to prevent further blood loss. As soon as Alisha returned, she
quickly gave the adrenaline injection and started the IV drip.
“Who…who is there?” a weak voice emanated from Vishal.
“Vishal, it’s me, Asha, and Alisha. We saved your life!”
“Why?” he asked exasperatedly.
“Vishal, I love you.”
“What?”
No further questions were asked. No further answers given as
Asha placed her lips on Vishal’s for a lingering kiss.
“I love you, Vishal.”
Love is a strange mistress. The more you pay it in the
beginning, the more you suffer in the end. But it is indeed the potion that
ends all sufferings.
Rating - 62/100
(Word Limit Penalty Minus 5 Points)
Final Rating - 57/100
Judge's Comment - Perfectly polished story. It contained all the ingredients needed to
make a story readable. There was suspense, feelings, and the flow. The
climax was the best part of your creation - I read it with my breath
held. However I somewhat had a feeling of some odd trimming. Don't know
why. Had you originally written a rather longer, complete story and
trimmed it to fit in the word limit criteria of the contest?
Result - Mr. Shivam Pandya wins the match and goes to Round 3. Mr. Siddharth is eliminated from FT Championship.
Judge - Pankaj Vijayvargiya (Author, Musician & Entrepreneur)
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