[Editor’s Choice: Why this Kolaveri di… ? – Short Story from College]
Why this Kolaveri di… ? – Short Story from College
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There are some days when life decides to screw you real bad and you can do nothing much about it. Much like Murphy’s law or the fourth law of thermodynamics which states “If anything can go wrong, it will.” It was one such day when we had an inter-department match against the mighty Mechanical team who were the defending champions. I wasn’t much worried about my team composition as we were strong too except few moronic friends who blackmailed me to take them in the team as we all were in final year and it would be the last game they will be playing. Most of the college gathered to watch the match as both teams were strong but the arrival of our class girls made me nervous. Its not that it was a bad omen or so, but our guys will be distracted from the game (yeah, me too! ) and it had happened before too that we lost a match which was a piece of cake. Some of my friends gave me a “you too, Brutus?” look as I had dropped them from the team for various reasons.
Well anyway the match started and I lost the toss(maybe an omen). Mech decided to field first and we did our best to set a decent target. When the second innings started, they lost early wickets but they had a strong batting line up. The middle order played well and were so close to the target when they lost wickets in succession. We were very confident of winning at that moment. It had come to the last over when one of the moronic friends snatched the ball from me and said he will bowl the final over. I couldn’t say no as they required another 20 runs to win and only 1 over was left. When I thought the stars favoured me, those guys hit all the required runs in that over and we lost yet again!!
Depressed and devastated, we attended the class( yeah, ours was the most screwed up department in the entire college. When all the students of college were in the ground, enjoying happily the fun week, we had to attend the class and maintain full attendance!). Unfortunately it was that lecturer’s class who I hated the most and vice-versa. The class started and like most of the students in the class I too started nodding my head as if we all were in a spell. But I knew that they were watching that virtual TV like me which was being played in the background of our minds. I was watching “Sherlock Holmes” movie which was interrupted when my friend shook me incessantly. It took a while for me to come back to the real world only to find out that the lecturer was mad at me. He called my name with great difficulty as if it was a tongue twister and told to sit on the chair infront of him to hear his scoldings (Thanks to my height, his neck hurt when he scolded me while I was standing). After that bashing session, I was kicked out of the class room. I had no reasons to live then, so I started towards the canteen to find one.
There was one group of friends which always took resort in canteen than college and I joined them to share my tragedy. We were just looking at the girls who were coming to the canteen . Every girl seemed to be the most beautiful one until the next one came. The greatest of the myths is that when your friend tells you that a girl is staring at you and strangely, you start to feel the same too. A beautiful girl staring at you is as good as feeling that the Aishwarya Rai’s poster in your room, looking at you. No matter in which corner of the room you are, you feel that she is looking at you (Try, to experience). It happened so that one girl came to the counter and after a while started gazing at me. I was having a rough day but this incident pacified a little. Adding to it, she started walking towards me and said “Excuse me “. Startled to the core, I replied ” yesss”. But life had other plans, those next words from her, killed me almost. And she said ” have change for Rs.500? “. The feeling that why doesn’t the earth open its mouth and eat me occured . While my friends were laughing like crap, I asked the life silently “Why this Kolaveri di“? :-(
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