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Alien



He looked at the reflection in the mirror...

The eyes were red. He couldn't remember whether they ever were white. The face looked haggard. The mirror, as per it's habit, returned the truth back to him. The water droplets were slipping down his face to the lower parts. The shower hadn't helped. He could still feel the fatigue hovering around him like the silence he was used to. For a moment or two, he thought of turning the shower back but then decided against it.

He pulled the towel and wiped his face clean. He looked at the scars on his body and remembered the days he used to feel ashamed of the disfigurements. A smirk came on his face. Now to look back, he thought, those were the normal days.
He dreaded the last step. He always had. To open, enter and face the outside world.

He gave the last look at the tired reflection and sighed. The face looked similar but it wasn't his own.
They had won... They had finally converted him.

image courtesy : Pradyumna Sarkar 

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The Betrayal

The brother :
You know, I have never forgotten it. I still have dreams of what happened initially in Keshod and then in Junagadh. Whatever money I had, I invested in the shop thinking it would be safe with her and her husband. How could they betray me. But I was wrong and stupid too... they kept giving me two hundred rupees and one day I was no longer a partner. I was a servant in my own shop. On some days, they would not give me my salary of 3 rupees a day. For them, they could club two days salary and give me on the next day... but for me... I could not buy the oil, rice and roti that could feed my family. I did not know how to deal in business... and I did not know to question people who were my own

The sister :
I couldn't stop anything. People kept telling my husband to kick his wife's brother out and he did it. My daughters tell me the destiny has taken a revenge on them because of whatever we did. There are days when he wakes up and asks.... Is it Keshod ?.... I think this is Keshod.


They talk of a man betraying his country, his friends, his sweetheart. 
There must be a moral bond first. 
All a man can betray is his conscience. - Joseph Conrad

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Hundred and One



"Hundred... ... They are exactly hundred.", I thought

Early in the morning... As I make my way thru the jostling crowd, and as hundreds of people try to grab their share of the train one thing that the day starts with is observing people... their little nuances... I think everybody does that with the possible difference of the time... they observe each other... as if they are telling themselves... Yeah This is the world, I am going to be in for the next half an hour of my life... This splendid feeling stays not more than a minute... and then they again go back to their own circle... drawn by themselves with a book, a Portable playstation, or an iPod...

and to think, they are missing the freshness of the early breeze, the rich smell of the trees from the Chinese Gardens and the sounds of those little babies clinging to their mothers makes me feel sorry for their ignorance... I see around me and notice the wires which have formed a mesh around me... two schoolchildren are playing with their portable gaming consoles with the headphones to their ears... an elderly lady is dozing besides me with an ipod stuck firmly to her frock... I see two professionals in the seats opposite to mine... again with the earphones to their laptops... I notice all kinds of gadgets with headphones... and unknowingly start to count the number of people with headphones...

one... two... three... the car is large enough to accommodate two hundred people... and it helps to count people when you are in the middle... fifty... fifty one... fifty two... i have not even reached half the car and still i have got fifty two with that damn thing... how can people get lost in themselves... their world and just ignore what is happening outside... anyway... there are less people in the other half of the car... seventy one... seventy two... and how come this construction worker afford this sleek mobile... and how did he know how to transfer songs.... looks engrossed in the new songs he must have downloaded some days before... ninety one... ninety two... you know they say it affects your hearing power too... shouldn't wear them so often... still nobody seems to be interpreting what I am thinking... , ninety seven, ninety eight...ninety nine .... and Hundred. I reach to the magical figure....

"Tampines....", the speaker above my head barks and the train comes to a halt as I pull off my earphones and put them into my bag to rest...

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The man who kept lighting the candles...

... and in this dream... I saw myself near the shore... a seashore may be...

It was a usual dusky evening... the night had not fallen completely.. and I saw a bunch of people, who had been standing on one side of the beach where the water didnt touch them, looking at someone who was in the knee-deep waters... There was some continuous whispering and laughs which drew me there...

There I saw the man... The man who kept lighting the candles... I saw him surrounded by hundreds of those round claypot candles... some of them still burning against the heavy wind just living their last moments before the wind blew them away like it did to others... but he, oblivious of people who were mocking him, kept lighting them... he had one candle in his hands which was somehow still lit... it looked as if he had been doing this since some time as that candle was also losing the wax and reducing to an even smaller size with each passing minute...

What he was doing seemed ridiculous... he lit the candles continuously... the wind came and blew them off... and this continued again and again almost endlessly... it was just a matter of time before his own candle would go off I thought...

I turned away immediately and I saw the people and for an instance was stunned to see most of them to be known faces... I, somehow, didnt feel to be with them and continued my journey towards home... when I reached a distance... I saw that scene from faraway.... It was pitch dark and I could see noone but those deemly lit claypot candles... yeah it was dark... and the only thing which still attracted people towards that place was the light being emitted by those candles... I dont know why it brought a smile on my face but it did, for sure...

and when I found myself on my bed at night I couldnt stop thinking about the expressions which I saw on his face... it showed the misery of people not understanding his plight to keep on lighting them... what I found ironic was that the same light did attract everybody...

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Half a Dream !!!


...and the alarm goes off. He was only half asleep thru out the night, it was very much similar to the days when he used to go to Rajkot to meet her in an unreserved coach from Mumbai. He couldnt stretch the legs more than a feet. People sitting besides almost falling down on you in sleep. "It is still the same", he thought. It was 5 am. Rahul was fast asleep. He wanted to wake Rahul up, and say bye to him. but then gave up the idea as both of them had come back from office at 1230 the earlier day. "He must be tired."

Most of the luggage was in the saddlebag. He had got the bike serviced two days back. Although, he still felt that the clutch wire might give some trouble. He again checked the list. Bike papers and the RC Book were in the right side of the saddlebag. He hadnt found the torch which, he thought, might be in Rahul's room. He put the geyser on and started brushing. Still thinking about the dream, the dream which once was a reality. It was the same train, same people trying to get more space even in their sleep, and ofcourse the same time, 5am, when she used to call. Her voice was so soft and even softer when she called early mornings trying to speak as low as possible so that nobody knows about it. It was enough to take away the strain off him. And they talked about the things they were supposed to do in whatever time they had to be with eachother.

He came out after taking the shower and looked at the room which was as messy as it could be being his room. The maid had not come for two days. He put a note for Rahul to clean the room whenever the maid comes. He put all the toiletries in the bag and packed it. The torch was in Rahul's room. "Why do you always have to forget the water bottle ?", "So that you can scold me" and he remembered hugging her. He took the water bottle and put in in the side pocket.

It was still dark. He decided to start at 6 am. Still had 15 minutes with him. He checked the toolkit and the other things he had bought when he got the bike serviced. The clutch wire, throttle wire, chain link, the head lamp, everything was in. She was so scared when he had decided to buy the Enfield Thunderbird. It had taken him a month to persuade her. "but... why this bike" she kept asking. "so that I can whisk you away some day... other bikes wont be useful when we are going for a longer distance... " he joked and started exlaining her the technicalities of the bike, the 350cc engine, the disk brakes which he was sure that she wouldnt understand.

He locked the house, came out and mounted the saddlebag on the bike. He had the maps and distance sheet in his pocket. Also made a note of places he would stop. It was a list they both had prepared for their first trip on the bike. The first was the scenic riverside, 180 kms, it was quiet and immensely beautiful site and so different from the crowded city. They had decided to spend the entire morning there on the Dhaba, which was on the banks of the river. Then there was the temple they were to visit. The horsley hills was 250 kms further where they would have stayed. He still remembered the dream they had both had. Just the thought of spending the entire day with eachother without anything else to think about, to worry about, thrilled them both.

He thought about their dream for a second and took the bike off the stand. Gave the choke and started the bike after a couple of tries... and he set off to the dream he had with her... and he set off to half the dream they both had.

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Stories from the Chawl - The book of lies

Chapter 1 : Lies...

"Hey Kali, Where the fuck where you ? you know today morning at 6, Pakistan attacked India, and they chose Junagadh as the first target", Divyesh came running
"What ?" I was stunned
"Yeah, You see.... We have mountains on 3 sides and there is only one way out so they chose us".
"What the hell ? Now what "
"Go back to your home. ask aunty to pack the bags" Divyesh was sympathetic at my ignorance of the whole situation.
"Hmm, I'll skip the class. Going home... You, coming with me Divya ?" I asked
"Okay, Lets run"...
We started running out of the chawl. and With us Viro, Narendra, Vishal, Khanjan, all were running to their resp. homes in the chawl to tell their moms about the breaking news. The class was at 6pm and we were already late by 5 minutes... so we continued running towards our tution. It was Vijay Sir's class and we couldnt miss that.

When we entered, Vijay sir already had started. He saw both of us and didnt let us in. "I believe today it was the meeting with Prime Minister Narsimha Rao, which made you come late". Well... the best answer we could have was silence with our face pointed towards our feet. "So... Divyesh, can you tell us about the Pythagorus theorum". Divyesh was dumbstruck now... He knew nobody by that name in the Indian politics. "He is talking about maths, laude" I tried to speak as slowly as I could without any lip movement. Well, after knowing me for 3 years, Vijay sir really knew me too well.

"Divyesh, I am warning you for the last time. Stay away from this jerk". Vijay sir was looking at me instead of him. After 3 years I could still not look at him in his eyes. I was almost whispering "I know the theorem".
"Okay, so Mr. Thavrani will tell us about Mr. Pythagorus now". He was sarcastic enough not to use hands to teach me a lesson.
I spoke about the theorem for some time. and when I stopped everybody in the class including Divyesh were gasping. It was exactly as Vijay sir had been teaching them... and Divyesh came to terms with his knowledge on Indian politics. Pythagorus was no Indian politician... but nonetheless not less than any other politician.

and in the end, as they say the truth wins.... I was asked to sit outside the class and Divyesh was let in. But I loved this arrogant teacher of mine.... Vijay sir was a gem of a man.... and we shared this mutual to-hell-with-u feelings for each-other. While I was being punished here, Viro, Lakhkho and Nadu were being punished at their homes ...

The monsoon had arrived and alongwith that we were facing the first obstacle of our life. The 10th board exams due in the next 10 months. After school, we were supposed to attend the tuitions. I had to cover 3 kms on my cycle in one hour which I seldom did. Visiting the chawl was a ritual, I never missed. After all, I was chawl-religious to the hilt.

Me and Divyesh were in the 10th, the eldest, smartest and "bravest" of them all... Viro was in 8th, Narendra and Lakshit were in 4th the youngest of us all, and were learning our language. At the age of 8, Nadu (Narendra) and Lakhkho( Lakshit) were being educated about girls and their finer sides. Well, sometimes me and Divyesh found it difficult to teach them a lesson or two about girls. For example, I had to show Nadu his own sister to teach him what Voluptuous meant.



Chapter 2 : More lies

"Hey Divya, I did that"
"What ?"
"Are yaar.... Dont you know what I mean ?"
"You mean... that ?"
"Hmmm.."
"When"
"Yesterday.... I was alone at home.... and this maid of mine. "
"F*ckkkkkkk.... what the helll"
Nadu, Viro and Lakhkho all were looking at me with admiration. Suddenly I had become more experienced...
"Hey Kali... was it the first time for you" Divyesh asked
"Are naa re... I had an affair with Nadu's mom 9 years back"
"Hey... Nadu is only 8... does that mean.... ????"
and we were again running for the tuition... this time, the only difference was the time... it was 5:55 and if we run real fast... we would be able to be there in time.

Vijay sir looked at his watch and asked us to come inside. Everybody was looking at us as we made our way to the last bench from where we had been ruling our kingdom for the last three years...

"Hey... you really did that ?" Divyesh was puzzled, more than our usual lies it was the thing called sex which made him question me
"Are naa... I was just f**king around with Nadu... I hope you are not touchy about Nadu's mom.... laude" I laughed
"madarbhagat... I was just asking because I am always thinking about doing it" said Divyesh
"but you know Divya... One day I will do it... and I will start doing it before anyone you can see right now in this class"
"and who will be the girl who might have sinned for seven births to have punished to have sex with you"
"It will be.... HER"... I looked at the doors of the class

...and thats when both of us saw her for the first time. It was something.... something which we could not describe... something which we still cant describe.... about her that made us gape. She was a usual beautiful girl. But there was something about her, which made her so attractive that even Kritagna and Heena, the two most beautiful girls in our tuition until that very day, seamt to be jealous of her when they looked at her....

"Miss Charu, This is your first day. So I would like to make it very clear that " Vijay sir started his usualy talks about the rules of the class.
"We start our class at 6 o clock. and when I say 6. It really means 6... Please come in" He stopped as we thanked god.
"Yes Sir" She entered the class almost baffled by what she had heard.

I was getting impatient to let Charu know who was the boss around in the absense of the lion himself. I stood up immediately.
"Yes, Mr. Thavrani, what is it ?" Vijay sir asked almost almost in anger.
"Sir, Miss Charu is new to the class. Can I help her with my notes of the classes she missed till now ?" I asked.
"We have already taken care of that, Mr. Thavrani. Now, will you please sit down and let others study"

Charu looked at me with half sympathy and half appreciation. She will take some time to understand the relationship i shared with Vijay sir, I thought. But till that time, I will enjoy with whatever feelings I, already, had bred in her.

I sat down. Divyesh was sounding a bit low I felt.

Vijay sir started with the geometry class. I tried to start a conversation but Divyesh didnt look interesed so I was forced to attend the class. When I think now, I know for sure that both of us were looking at Charu. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement. She had much more to her which we were still trying to figure out.

"Miss Charu, Are you with us in the class" Vijay sir had spotted Charu on her first day.
"Ye...s... Sir" Charu was trembling
"I must tell you that this is the stepping stone of your career, I would appreciate if you can concentrate on the black-board.. We want to get good score... dont we ?"

Charu couldnt answer... and she started crying. Vijay Sir asked Kinjal to go to her. But she was inconsolable. Everybody was looking at her with shock and a tinge of sympathy, mainly the boys. Here was a girl who started crying by a relatively sober Vijay sir. It was hard to keep our eyes off from Charu after that.

"Lets talk to Kinjal after the class" Divyesh proposed to which I agreed.

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"Hmmm.... It's about Charu.. Isnt it ?" Kinjal knew instantly why we had approached her this time.
We looked at each other. We couldnt say no but again that was not the reason why we went to her. We were too restless not to know about her.
"Hey Kali... Please... remember one thing.... Try not to make fun of her.. she is too sensitive"
"Are baba... I will not.. but please can you tell us something about her... why is she so quiet"

Kinjal knew her as they were in the same school. Charu came from a lower middle class family. She had lost her parents at an early age. She stayed with her brother who was married. Her bhabhi was more than a mother to her. They took good care of her to which Charu had to do everything at home. She didnt talk to many people especially never to a boy. She was an average student and so, was allowed the tuition. Her bhabhi didnt like her going to the tuitions. In fact, it was for the first time that she had been allowed to go on her own. and then Kinjal continued with we already had an idea of. Charu was so sensitive even if she saw somebody fight she would start feeling disturbed. She told us about many incidents which proved her senses to be as brittle as Nadu's sense of humor.

When we left Kinjal's house... none of us spoke for some time. We headed straight away to the terrace which was only used when we had to talk something serious. Apart from discussing serious issues, the terrace was also used to look at Girnar. Girnar is a mountainrange which surrounds the Gir Forest. It also acts as a natural 1500 sq. km of cage to some 350 lions we have in India. The tallest of the mountains is called Girnar. It has exactly 9999 steps and is considered to be very tough to climb and at the same time one of the most sacred places. It was Divyesh who started the conversation this time.

"Kali"
"Hmm"
"Keep her out"
"What ?"
"Keep her out"
"Bhenchod.. what do you think of me. Do you really think I will harass THIS girl ?"
"Are naaa... please dont take it that way... I think I like her"
"Maa Faadi... Can you please come again Mr. Divyesh" I tried to imitate Vijay Sir
"Are yaar.... you know what I mean... I just want to tell you keep her out of your radar" Divyesh smiled which almost seemed to have come on his face after ages.
"Hmmm... so thats why you were so quiet in the class... I hope she doesnt know about your being touchy towards Nadu's mom"....
"Hey.... his mom has asked us to stay away from both of us" Divyesh said
to which we laughed for some time and then continued looking at the scenic mountainrange...


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It was difficult to meet Nadu, Viro and Lakhkho for some days... Partly because of our 10th and mainly due to our dirty jokes, lies and whatever a kid should keep away from. Kinjal kept on helping us with whatever information she could gather about Charu and other girls in the class.

"Hey Kali.. I am again asking you" Kinjal said
"What..." I replied
"Can you help Charu with her Maths"
Divyesh was with me, but he tried hard not to look interested in the talk.
"I think... she is the one who should ask for favour and not you" I could sense Divyesh's uneasiness
"Then... I think... probably you wont. By the time, she gathers courage to talk to you, all of us might have passed the 10th" Kinjal sighed and added "... and in any case... she is quite afraid of your banters"

Two months had passed since we first saw Charu and she had started visiting the chawl. We saw her entering Kinjal's house. It was usually at 5:45 when these girls started for the class. It brought a change in me and Divyesh as well. He insisted on reaching the class on time.

I decided to talk to Charu at the end of the class. and after a lot of convincing, Divyesh agreed to be on my side.

"Miss Charu, " I stopped her outside the gate. It was a rule for the boys in the class to address all the girls with the prefix "miss". One of the few rules I really cared of.
She stopped but didnt say a word.
"I believe you want to learn Maths"
"Yeah, If you can help me with a couple of lessons" It was really difficult to hear her. She spoke in such a low voice and softness, I thought even if I speak in my usual tone, she would cry.
"Well.. I dont have that much time, You see, I have to be back home by 9. Is it okay if Divyesh helps you"
Charu didnt seem to have liked the idea, but I believe she had no other choice.
"Well.. In that case, can you provide me with your notes"
"Well... I would certainly like to ... but You see.. I had lied... I didnt have any... but Divyesh has" I replied.

Divyesh was in a state of shock. He knew both of us kept notes of our maths assignments and my notes were considered to be the best in the class. On the other hand, Charu knew that Divyesh was not the best at Maths and was only able to get decent marks because of my notes.
Charu reluctantly agreed to go to Divyesh's home which was besides Kinjal's in the chawl.

"You should have given him your notes... ".
"You are welcome, Mr. Divyesh, Its time you start writing the notes and keep it up-to-date by tomorrow"
"anyway, Thanks" and agained smile returned to his face. Me and Divyesh were best of the friends and never used thanks in our friendship but this time he really meant it.
"Forget it... Lets go and fuck Nadu and Lakhkho"

We didnt sleep that night. Divyesh kept writing the notes. and after that I helped him with all the lessons. Divyesh came from a very modest background. He worked in a jewellery shop for half a day and helped his family meet ends. The only time, he could study was when he came to my place where We studied less and played hard.

I believe, that was the start of their friendship. Charu went to his home, collected the notes. Months were passing by. Charu was as silent as she ever was. She didnt talk much. The only change in all of us according to Vijay Sir was that suddenly we became aware of the importance of Maths which he couldnt figure out but still felt proud of the fact. but he was right as always. The weekly exam results were enough evidence of that fact. Nobody failed in Maths after that day. Charu was weak in Maths. Divyesh had a weakness in Charu. and Divyesh was my best friend. We made it a point to discuss maths for two hours and almost forgot that we had 6 subjects. We used to practice maths one day, the other day, Divyesh would go and sit with Charu and Kinjal. Sometimes, I also went there and helped them if they had any problems. This continued till the year ended.

Divyesh was happy about whatever was happening in his life. When the year started, everything looked gloomy for him. He couldnt believe he was going to pass the exams, the only time he enjoyed was when we fucked around with Nadu, Lakhkho and Viro and an occasional Cricket game or two with the chawl team on Sundays. When the year ended, He had a friend in Charu, who only talked with Divyesh. and more than anything, It was the goal in his life, to pass the 10th board exams, and to marry Charu when both of them were legally allowed, a secret desire which only I knew. We had stopped playing cricket because of our studies, one of the many sacrifices, especially for Divyesh, who was one of the brightest bowler in our team and would definately have played at the state level, had it not been for the sake of studies, had it not been for the sake of Charu.

The exams were over. My dad was transferred to another city. So I left Junagadh. I was happy for Divyesh. We went thru all the question papers. Divyesh looked doubtful in science but apart from that he did well in all the subjects, especially in Maths in which he was sure to get more than 60. He and Charu became good friends. She also went to the shop were Divyesh worked. Whenever I called Divyesh, we laughed about Nadu, Lakhkho and all the other friends, but the new addition was his inability to do business. He told me that Charu often came to his shop to buy jewellery and he gave her everything at his own cost and sacrificed his own salary for that.

The results were out. Divyesh passed the 10th board exams with 49%. Kinjal had passed too. It took us a week to know Charu's result. Charu had called me a couple of times and she looked very happy when she talked to me. Charu had got 56% and her score in Maths was her highest. She had got 70 in Maths.


Chapter 3 : and the truth...


It took me five years to go back to Junagadh again. I was in final year B. Sc. Divyesh had left his studies after 12th. I had advised him not to do so, but he wanted to go into jewellery business and in any case, he found it difficult to keep on studying in spite of whatever hardships his family was facing.

I entered the chawl, where I still could feel the same pranks we played on Nadu and Lakhkho. Kinjal had also left the Chawl. I reached Divyesh's place. More than anything I was missing those silly jokes, our stupid lies. I shouted for Divyesh, His mom told me that he had gone to the shop and would only return in the evening. I couldnt wait till that time. and in any case, I couldnt find any of my old friends there, so I headed towards Divyesh's shop. I decided to meet Vijay sir, as the tuition class was on my way to Divyesh's shop.

"Mr. Thavrani, so finally you have learnt to be on time... Its 5:50" Vijay sir stood up to greet me.

Vijay sir was getting older now. I could sense that It was getting difficult for him to run the class. The walls didnt have a new paint that Diwali which was quite visible.

"Yes sir, I have learnt that the hard way". I replied.
"I am sorry sir, for always letting you down"
"Yes, my son, You have. You always have. You had no idea what I always saw in you"
I couldnt reply.
"When you joined the class, 9 years back. I knew that I had someone who really could top the board from Junagadh"
"I know you wont believe, but you had it in you. but you had to do what you had to" he continued and added
"but you always were my favorite student"
I really loved this man. I couldnt speak for some time. and then he asked the question, the question which was to give me answers of many of my questions in the future.
"So, How is Charu" He asked me with a smile
"Charu ?" I just wanted to confirm whether he was asking about the same Charu, Divyesh's Charu.
"Yeah, I am asking you about Miss. Charu only, the girl who cried on her first day" he laughed and added "I thought she liked you and I believe you liked her too"
"No sir, she was a good friend of mine and Divyesh, but it was nothing more than that" I was still puzzled
"Ohh, then I must be mistaken, you see, I am getting old. That day, I had to yell at her , because she was looking at you. So I thought you two would be in love"

I felt a bit uneasy. There was no mention of Charu by Divyesh since last 3-4 years. I had to talk to him. I stood up and asked Vijay sir his permission to leave.

I headed for the Jewellery Market. Where we would again start with our usual jokes

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I hugged him and waited for him to start.

"Hey Kalpesh... You know that son of a bitch. Raju"
"Who ? That sucker with whom we always had a fight in class. " I knew Divyesh had started.. Raju was the son of a local gold smuggler who was once caught by the police. We always had fights with him. He was one of the dumbest people around in those days.
"Yeah, That sucker married Charu"
"What ? "
"Yeah, guess what ? She had started seeing him when we all were in 10th"
I was silent.
"Initially she was interested in you. You always wanted us to have friendship so she couldnt"
"I dont think that is true. There is something wrong" I finally found words.
"What the hell. You still dont believe that, Kali ? It was only because of her 10th she befriended me, her bhabhi wont allow her to study more had she failed. "
"Lets meet Kinjal"
"Stop it Kali. Do you think, she knows her. She used her as well. "
I had all the reason to believe it to be one of our usual lies until I saw tears in his eyes. I was still trying to figure out this girl who had fooled both of us, Kinjal and everyone who thought to know her.

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"Hey Kali... tell me one thing....are you still a virgin" Divyesh asked viping out tears from his eyes. He looked normal. but I was still in the state of shock.

"Yes, unluckily, I still am" I was happy to see Divyesh divert the topic.
"Well... that makes you a loser too. You have lost another of your bet" Divyesh smiled
"How come ? "
"It was Charu who first lost her virginity in our class"

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Kinjal - The ugly duckling

The Bhatts used to live opposite to my uncle's "small house" in the chawl in Junagadh...!!

They were Brahmins and used to consider themselves different from others. Each of the member in the family used to compete with each-other in hypocrisy.. They had four children... Avni was the elder one... then Neha, Khanjan and the youngest was Kinjal...

Khanjan used to play with us... He was hypocrisy personified even at the age of 10. He was in 5th standard when I was in 3rd (When we met... ). He always used to brag about his intelligence and the financial position of his family... and we just listened( and hated him )... but he was a friend... cuz nobody was a foe in those days...

I never knew what was special in the Bhatt clan... or in my case the Bhatt children... but they used to show off a lot... Avni was a socialite.. she was clever, quick-witted (all the compliments given by the family itself.. )... and befriended everyone... Neha was a brilliant student ( this was partially true.. becoz no girl in the chawl used to get 50% in any of the exams which Neha did get... they had given a good party when she got 55% in 10th std. ).. Khanjan was the best of them all... He was the most intelligent person in the whole world ( as per the Bhatt family )... Everyone "knew" that he will opt for the Science stream and will become a scientist if not a doctor...

and then came Kinjal.. she had such big eyes that she could have got her name in the guinness book of world records... there was nothing in her, the family could praise about... so they used to ignore her.. even when some get-together was there in the chawl, there was nothing anyone said about Kinjal... she used to sit somewhere and listened what everybody was saying... she was a bit stupid too.. She could never understand what people talked... She somehow managed not to fail when it came to studies... and she was in the same standard as me... u can say she was a "black sheep" or a "lame duck"...

everyone, including her family, knew that Kinjal wont study more.. she will either fail in the 12th which was considered to be very hard or she will somehow manage to pass the 12th standard but wont go beyond that( which wasnt considered that bad in those days in Junagadh.. )

From the 7th standard I became kinjal's classmate.. not in schools but in the tuition where we studied together for 4 loooooooong years... it was a good break for kinjal too.. as she made some friends outside the chawl...

I used to talk often with Kinjal in those days... the reason was simple... she knew the girls in the tuition... and it was becoz of her that some teenage attraction took place... she was never seen as a girl.. I used to ask her about the girls in the class and she used to tell her friends about me... she was the best medium of communication... in terms of service, reliability and security..

Till the 10th standard things continued as they were... Kinjal was still the ugly duckling... Khanjan was in the 12th standard and had joined 5 different tuitions for 5 different subjects... Avni was reappearing for the 12th standard becoz she failed in her 6th attempt but it was okay as she was more of a socialite than a scholar... Neha was in the 1st year of her college and was doing well in her own rights...

I was talking to a girl who was the best student after me in the class thru Kinjal.. and we needed Kinjal in between us so that we could talk with eachother without anybody knowing about it... and as I said Kinjal was the best communication "device"... I used to talk with Kinjal at her home about her.. the excuse we had was that I am helping Kinjal in her studies... and Kinjal used to go to my friend's home to study with her.. this was also an excuse for Kinjal to get details of my girlfriend for me...

Things took a U-turn in the Bhatt family after that... Khanjan failed in 5 subjects in his 12th... the 2 subjects he passed were English and Sanskrit for which nobody went for tuitions... forget about being a doctor or a scientist... the best thing, we thought was that his boasting would stop (which never did... ) ( Khanjan later on.... failed 3 more attempts and joined the 12th standard again in the Commerce stream )... Avni - The socialite had an affair with a person who was of her father's age... whom everybody knew... Neha... had the affair with the same person... and it was hell of a shock for everybody... none of them were allowed to go to college after that incident... and were forced to give exams from the home... i dont remember Neha could ever complete her graduation... and Kinjal.. who studied a bit becoz of her friends got 55 % in the 10th... this time no party was given by the Bhatt family for Kinjal because of the other incidents in the family...

I left Junagadh after my 10th... later on I was still in touch with Kinjal.. she went on to pass her 12th with 60%... and she went on to cross all the barriers and expectation which noone had for her...

In 1999, Kinjal Bhatt was awarded the graduation degree by the Saurashtra Univeristy... She was the first Bhatt to be awarded the same... She never passed with flying colours and never she got any rankings... but her achievements were at par with Einstiens and Newtons...

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