Life
as an engineer is no less than a script of a
Bollywood blockbuster. It has all the key elements; drama, action, comedy,
romance and thriller. But sometimes when the elements get a bit
disproportionate then it sweeps away you; just as what happened on the cultural fest night; I was in a jovial
and flirtatious mood as always. My playful nature for which I ruled over every
girl’s heart in my group was not well received by others in college.Everyone who wanted to connect with the girls apparently considered
me as a hindrance in their way. One of them was Ajit, a year senior to us, a
perfect anticipator of Newton’s third law of motion. In spite of his ardent
desires to intimidate me, he could never do so anticipating how he will hurt
his own chances considering my proximity to Pooja, my friend and his love (read
reason to live). But that night he couldn’t stop himself. I was summoned for an
interrogation. I was afraid of the consequences. With a brave heart I went to
him. I could see him fuming, frustration oozing out. Finally his feelings took
over reluctance and he opened up. His first sentence that he loves Pooja very
much almost broke me into laughter. I tried hard to suppress it and impulsively
replied that I knew about it. An emotional backdrop was transformed into a
comical situation; courtesy my spontaneity. He wanted to vent out his frustration even more but realized that eventually he was making a mockery of
his own. He went away; disappointed that he couldn’t even ascertain whether I
was really a cause of concern to his love story.
I was returning to my Adda; satisfied that
I had passed the litmus test when I was confronted with a gang of around six
headed by Amit, another senior and a worshiper of Archimedes. I was well aware
of his madness quotient for Priya, my another friend, but I never imagined that
he would implement his derived Archimedes’ principles theory on me; to exert
such amount of pressure on me that Priya would automatically come to him. And
it happened! His gang held me tight, threatening and abusing me. My undesired
spontaneity further screwed me when I said that why does he feel insecure
because of me. Thankfully, Priya turned up at that moment and saved me from
getting further grilled. Amit’s ploy worked. His focus shifted to a war of
words with Priya and I tried to get behind the scenes but I was unsuccessful
because of his lieutenants. She defended me somehow, making him understand to
stop considering me as a bone of contention. I stood there like a scapegoat;
trying to pretend as she was saying.
I literally couldn’t sleep that night. I
was astonished by the coincidence on that night when both of them chose to vent
out their grudges against me. One of them chose to communicate and the other
directly hit out at me. Life as an engineer in an engineering college seemed to
very challenging that night; not because I had to complete loads of assignments
and prepare for viva or exams the next day but because I was apparently
considered to be a villain by two presumed heroes who could settle on nothing
else than their girls!!!
-Ankit
Jaiswal
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