Not just another SMS (Part2)

Contd... (This part onwards it will be written in the context of the protagonist)

What shall I do? The 5 minutes I took contemplating what to do seemed like eternity. Don't know why but this Soumya looked innocent for me. I made up my mind not to keep her in dark. Pat went the reply I got this number quite recently...about 2-3 weeks back. You must have mistook me for someone else. I'm Siddhu, doing my Engg in F.U.N College. I was relieved. But how would I know that life throws up surprises at a scorching pace! I received another SMS from her saying I know who you are and what you are. Its just that you dont know me. I'm in the same college as you. Its upto you to catch me.

That almost shook my world. Is this girl crazy? Or is it some kind of a joke? I could not think beyond my class for the girls I know and remember. For the first time in my life I felt embarrassed....embarrassed that I did not expand the horizons of my network. Worse still, I couldnot remember the names of the girls I talk to other than my section friends. Jesus!!! What is happening to this poor soul! The grey cells of my brain introduced another complex variable at that stage. Last month we played the same trick on one of our friends who entered the mobile world. Is history repeating in itself? Is it the work of the gang members? It gave me immense pleasure...Thank God! I do not need to think further....

Next day was my friend Ravi's birthday. This is one guy of our gang who is closer to me than to the rest. He called all of his friends to a party on the beach. As usual, the rest of us were a little dicey. Shall we go to the party? We will be bored. I was the first to throw a suggestion that we should have a party of our own from Ravi at a later point of time. Everyone disagreed and I had to budge down. We decided that we will turn up late and slip early. But, I never knew at that point that this is a season of surprises for me!

I went to the location on time. I have to admit that we would have rued our decision had we decided to give it a slip. So many gals and it looked so colorful. But sigh, what use....main aur meri tanhayee... I was not the last to arrive but certainly one of them. The surprise was that I was the only one from the gang to turn up. To my shock, when I called each of them, everyone replied that they are not coming. What can I do now...Sing the song...eat the cake...watch the show

Precisely that's what happened. I took my plate and was the only loner around. The waves looked pleasant and the Moon resplendent. You seem to enjoy your loneliness more. I heard a sweet voice. It was one of the gals. I wasn't sure if she's from the same college or not but I was sure that I saw her some where. Can I sit here? She asked. The Moon no longer looked beautiful. Ofcourse, my pleasure. I offered her a place on the sand to my left. I saw most of the couples sitting in such a way that the girl is to the left. I am not a novice in observing.

So, how are you related to Ravi? I knew immediately that this is one question which I should have avoided. Ravi already told me that it's gonna be a purely close friends party. I'm his sister's friend. She replied ever so sweetly leaving me puzzled. Does that mean she is not from our college?. I thought for a second. My name is Siddhu. I'm Ravi's class mate. It seemed another stupid introduction. I'm Nikita. I always thought there's nothing velvety than silk. I was wrong. Her mild hand shake reminded me that I know very little in this world of the fairer sex.

The next 20 minutes passed as if it were seconds. She gave nothing away. She asked a lot about me being alone here, my friendship with Ravi and Radha(his sister) and my hobbies. For every query of mine, her answers were ambiguous. They left me more confused. Nikki it's getting late. We should make a move. It's Radha. For the first time, I gave her a serious look. So, Siddhu bhaiyya aap ki tanhayee ko meri dost ne disturb to nahin kiya. I immediately understood that Radha is hell bent upon teasing me. No. She made me realise the essence of beauty. The words never went beyond me. Nikita got up and gave a beautiful smile. Nice talking to you Siddhu. Hope we meet again. I almost immediately asked when and where. Instead I gave her a pleasant smile. At that moment I wasn't sure which one is more splendid...the Moon or her smile.

I had to watch in awe as she left me moving slowly towards Ravi's car. I saw Radha saying something to her and rushing back towards me. What happened bhaiyya. Flat for Nikki? Girls tend to have a sense of all these things. Probably their curiosity for gossip helps them in these matters. The 5-10 sec gap I took gave her enough cues. Want to meet her again. Want her mobile number? Batao na bhaiyya. My heart said Yes which she could not hear. No Radha. Some other time. Ravi's waiting for you. She left givin me a smirk...a smirk that told me that she caught me napping.

I wanted the day to end then and there. I wanted nothing else for the night but as is the norm for the past couple of days, there still are surprises in store for me...

To be contd....

Not just another SMS

Siddhu is just like any one of us. A B.Tech III year student in a small college. He likes hanging our with friends and hates studies. Sports is always on top of his criterion. He recently celebrated his birthday and guess what, his papa gave him a present he dearly wanted. A cell phone! Siddhu was persuading his parents to get him a cell phone for a long time for now. He believes that adds to his trendy appeal.

Cell phone added a new dimension to Siddhu's life. He started exchanging numbers with every friend, close or otherwise. He was fascinated with the Short Messaging Service or the SMS. He felt it's the best (and the chepest) way to keep in touch with friends. A no-nonsense way of messaging even at odd hours. Slowly but steadily he got addicted to SMS ing. He never knew at that stage that this fascination would change his life.

It was just another normal day for Siddhu. Classes as usual, chatting with friends, computer games and his favourite pass time...SMS. At around 10:30 in the night, he received an SMS. There's no name flashed which meant this is from someone anonymous. It read "Idiot...it's been ages since u msged me. Wht hpnd?". He was puzzled. This must have been a 'Wrong SMS' ala wrong call. Siddhu promptly replied "This is Siddhu. Looks like u mistook me for someone". Patt came the answer from the anonymous "When did u forget ur name. Now don't say u forgot that I'm Soumya".

Siddhu jumped up....It's a girl on the other side. he couldnot remember any of his friends named Soumya...What should I reply? The biggest question doing rounds in Siddhu's mind....

To be contd...

Gimme just one idea not these mannnny!

Yeah! That's true...I get so mannny ideas. That too not sporadically but at regular intervals.

I wanted to be a cricketer in my childhood. Huh...just like any second Indian, thanks to Sachin. And what did I do to fulfill that? Nothing...literally nothing. Just played some tennis ball cricket and rarely played with cricket ball. Infact, I took pleasure in watching my bro participating in some league cricket. One thing stopped me from pursuing my dream...fear...fear that I might not reach it...fear of charting an untreaded path. I chose to live without my dream.

Next up in my list was to become an actor. I would dance to every song that's played in the television ( that actually decreased the frequency of TV watching in our house. People stayed away from the TV set to stay away from watching me dance!) I would mimic any hero and situation and perform at home. Poor chaps at home! They had to endure all these!!! Becoming an actor was just a fad...I never thought about it seriously. It was more of a time pass...

There were many to follow... book writer, film maker, ad designer...ohhhh! What not? There were too many tangential ideas churning from time to time. The small box between the ears kept giving me ideas, kept me going. The only thing that my mind didn't do was to show a particular direction; to show me that this is what I'm cut out for.

I'm still doing what I do the best. Waiting!!! Waiting for that one signal; for that one moment of truth which will set me on my path. And yes...I've company...my little box is still giving me ideas!