College Life-i

College life…I am surprised to think how quickly time passed then. Even the flashback takes a very little time. College life…

What exactly was my college life? I woke up very early, rushed to the bus stand, took a bus directly to my college and after a long tiring, boring day went to the tutor and finally returned home being completely exhausted. Thanks God, I had two days of weekend, days to celebrate.

Anyway, this is not the full story. The actual story was far more interesting, energetic and full of likings. After each of this exhausted day, I used to meet the girl. Most of the times, I used to go to her college after my one and we came back together. However, our school friends were same, so we weren’t alone by the way, accompanied by our friends and also some of her college friends. My interest to her was clearly visible, her friends also understood that I guess, but she never recognized this as love. During weekends, we hung together to shopping malls, movie theatre and visiting interesting places. With all those quarrels, we were actually….Happy.

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Why??? Why you did this to me??? I am not even worthy to ask you this question. Why don’t I stand in front of the mirror? If I do, if I accept what I did, I can never, ever ask you this question. Because I did the same sin few years back.

Still, why? Why? How? How can one do that? How could you do that? I thought, we make the perfect pair. We believed, we born for each other. Then, how? How? I am tired of tolerating this agony. I can’t bear it anymore. God, take away the pain…take away the pain…

Grew up!!!

Before about 3 months of our S.S.C exam, our school used to take a test to stratify students according to their merit into different groups. I was in the first group and you were may be in group C. Time flew very quickly, one day found myself going to the exam centre with my mom. After finishing my exam saw my mom waiting eagerly outside, joined her and told, exam was fabulous. And saw you with 4-5 persons, later knew they were your bro and sis. Exams were like fun, finished that part smoothly. Before the practical exam, you invited some of your friends in your house, I was one of them! For the first time got the care of a friend (girl friend!) in a personal environment. Definitely I was not in myself. Later, again, we had a chance to visit a remarkable place in Savar with our friend circle which was the same. Still, I crave to go to that place again. The weather was awesome, the moon was full, the place was huge and the nature provided us with all her beauty… … In that age, the whole thing was like a fairy tale… …

And, one day the result published. Yah, I banged on! You? You also did a good job. Time started to hunt for our colleges. I knew where I wanted to go. According to the family tradition, the college was set; quite a famous one. And, you also got settled in a well known college for commerce. So, we were in different colleges, but did it really matter in taking the relationship forward???

Recalling memories

Hey you, yah...You. Can you remember what we did in our class ten? Let’s try together.

Class ten was nothing but a big version of class nine. With time, we just cling together more and more. We spent as much time we could be in our school and in the coaching centre. Did I call you then on you TNT phone? No, I don’t think it started then, it’s after our S.S.C. I was in science and so I used to have practical classes. One day, after finishing my one of the practical classes, I found a small letter (!) of you; you gave it to someone to give me. Only one sentence was there ‘have waited a long time for you, but you practical class seems no end’.  You made my that day! Girl, you liked me then, didn’t you? But, you did hate one thing very much, remember! In the break, I used to pull and push you to meet me, at fourth floor; floor for the kids of class 1-5. You protested saying, ‘If you want to be with me, you have to do it in front of everyone, not hiding’. Oh! Girl, I admit, though everybody knew we glued well, I was really afraid of some silly cat fighting (though I know you would never do that. You would just give a look at me and depending on my actions, you would decide). I hardly had enough guts then. But, such inflexible positive attitudes of you really took me.

Anything more??? We came to know about our families. Interestingly, we both lied to a portion. And, one day you gifted me a book! It was Shahriar Kabir’s ‘Hanabarir Rahasso’. You used to do things adding bit glamour; you told me that “it’s our family trend. If we acknowledge someone as our friend, we gift him/her a book”. I was like, Wow, what a great tradition! Anyway, I became very shy and later cursed myself why I didn’t do it earlier. I (actually we, me and my siblings) had a very nice pencil box in our house. It was from outside, actually a couple, one was taken by one of my sister and this was waiting for someone to use. I silently took it from Almirah and gifted it to her. So, my first gift was a stolen pencil box! What can I do, I really haven’t had enough money to buy one, honesty and that box was never mentioned in our house. So, it was OK. However, the box was really nice and after a long time, I understood, she did the same thing (though I never asked her), took one new book from their bookshelf and gifted me… ;)

Life…Power me…

5 years back one day suddenly it came into my mind that no more songs can be produced! There are already hundreds and thousands of songs, some of them are ever green, how new music or lyrics can born! I mean, nothing should be left by now. However, still new songs are forming with extraordinary lyrics and music. It seems that, this will continue till the last day this world.

And, so about the movies. What else is left that the writer can write, nothing. But, again, I am wrong. Writers will never fall back finding stories. Every single life story is a special one. Every single, even of that guard who guards all the day round and simply sleeps after returning home. There is something in every story which may remain unnoticed to specify it’s as a dull one; but actually it’s interesting enough to glue the audience. There are 7 billion fascinating stories in the world now, unbelievable! Yes, we may stratify the stories according to their similarity, but within the strata the variability should be quite high. If I describe my own story in five sentences, it’s boring! Completely rubbish and bullshit. If I write it (as I am a horrible writer), again, it won’t grab a single reader. But, I know what it actually is. The feelings, emotions, realizations, motivations; even I am unable to express themselves exactly, are special to me. I just know it’s a journey, learning in every phase in different bend of roads (situations), different weathers (disaster or happiness) and through different transports (feelings). Even, the persons related with me, who hurt me or whom I hurt, have their own special stories! LIFE, is such a mysterious journey…Baby, I won’t let you play with me any more by doing things foolishly, it’s time I’ll unfold the mystery, will make this journey according to my will and choose the destiny by myself. But, so far, what you have given… a good lesson, and I know, how much may I try to shape it or I will, still, you will show your power. Dear life, show your power to power me…

Conscious but lost…

We promoted to class ten. As usual, I did a brilliant result, took my position higher than before. Can’t remember what her position was. Our sections remained different. By that time, we acknowledged our friendship. We used to sit together, chat together. Sometimes, she didn’t go on her van, rather, we walked together to her way of home and I normally returned from a certain place. I liked her very very much, the feeling was extremely strong. But, being a practical boy, I didn’t destroy my academic life. My study was in its place, intact and progressive. My life was as usual with a firm presence of that girl everywhere. Therefore, actually it wasn’t as usual…

This is the time; I wrote her the first letter. I can remember, the letter was absolutely kiddies. It was about how much I like her but in funny languages. She did take it and just put it in her bag. The next day she gave me another in return. I can clearly recall her one was on a page of a diary. One line of the letter was ‘You wrote this letter three times, and, thus I also read it three times. And I am burning in anger reading it’. Yes, it was not a proposal (at least directly) or neither had she accepted (again, directly).  Probably, she didn’t scroll me that much because I was quite a close friend of her. Then, she pointed out my spelling mistakes and so did I. And, both of our first letters were washed away by our laughter. 

So, what about the other girls who had a crush on me or I used to flattered on! Yes, I starting avoiding them or in other word, started spending more time with the beloved one. My inclination to this girl was clearly visible and thus those girls started hating her. They hated her not only because I was with her but also as she was getting concentration of a good student. Now I know, some of your classmates want to keep good friendship with the good students. And my girl, seemed to have no knowledge about all these practical things…