Adventures. Chapter 6

We were waiting for the train to arrive after taking the ticket. Train is ought to come at 7 o'clock. Me, Isha, Riswan, Tina, Nishal and 6 more were there to go to St. Joseph college in Nishaghat. We got in the train which was fine minutes late than expected time. We just checked the seats in general and got some seats to sit. Six of us were managed to get the seats there and the rest four of them including Riswan and Nishal got into the sleeper coach since seats were not enough for all of us.
After a deep breath, I was happily seated near the window. I always love to sit near the side seats. I love journies.. I love to watch out the trees running against our vehicle and to enjoy the gentle breeze intruding my space. After a bit time I took my iPod and plunged my earphones to listen the music. I had listed my favorite songs under the title crazy. I just let it play. And gazed through the window and was amazed by the greenaries over there. I felt as if I had been taken to another world and I imagined myself as a pretty butterfly that flies in the air. I loved to float in the air as if the smoke in the air goes upward and disappear at a particular point. But I was damn sure of the fact that I can't never do this in my whole lifetime. But I would love to imagine those things just like a pretty naughty child.

Listening to a Hindi song, "Mei Isa kyun hu" my thoughts were distracted. I remembered the day which intercollegiate IT fest was held and the cultural programs that were held in the evening. As a hostler, I had nothing to do there. So I seeked the permission of my warden and was out with my friends to watch out the cultural programs in our college. Cultural programs started at 7 pm. We were so punctual. Many students from different colleges were present for the fest. I never expected this mass of spectators. The Crowd was so large that we struggled to maintain a seat. And finally we got the seat. Taniya also joined us. She was so amazed to see our college that was well constructed with all facilities. It was then I noticed Isha who was seated in the opposite section of our row. I winged my hands at her and seeing me she said me hai. I insisted her to be seated near by me since a chair was free. She came near by. Eventfully different programs went on through the stage. Songs, dance, skit, drama, mimicry and so on. There were intercollegiate dance competition too. The spot choreography towards the end of the dance competition seems very funny. All of them played differently, at some moment there was a good chemistry and synchronisation between them. At the other moment, their dance was utter fiasco. After that, a group of children stepped on the to the stage and dance. It was highly funny. If matured people on the stage get on to the stage and make mistakes it's an offense. But when children makes mistake they are really cute to watch. Children's keen looks to other partner to notice the following steps and thier facial expressions when they go wrong, their attempts to take up the glittering bands that had fallen on floor of the stage, boys' attempts to tighten their dhotis during the dance steps when their actions out of the box when those dhotis were about to fall down were funny and lead us to laughter. Being with children always keeps you happy.
   After their performance, there was an announcement. "Eventually one more performance to go. An astonishing dance performance by Riswan from De Paul arts and science college will be the last and final performance tonight." The college they announced was indeed my college. And I wondered whether it's Riswan from my class. Albeit curtain was raised. I was dazed to see Riswan dancing along with the music "Mei Isa kyun Hu" and that was one of the stunning performance. I made an outcry that outcompasses the college desciplines when I saw him taking few difficult steps which cannot be easily played without heavy practices.. People from Manglore shout aloud if they like a stage performance instead of clapping. I had a great crave to dance on the stage when he performed since I love dance. I guess every dancer who stays aback on their seats as a spectator may naturally have an urge to dance while watching a spectacular performance on the stage. Isha was highly moved by his dance. And when I did made the outcry, she pinched me with her nails telling me, that's an awesome performance and you should not do this. And I explained her that it's a part of Manglore culture and we do it out of excitement. One of my classmates who had his number called him over the phone and congratulated him. And Tina messaged him that his dance was astonishing along with the list of the names who were seated there. Isha asked Tina to add her name too. And she did.
When the program was over, Isha was not able curb her urge to congratulate him. So she forced me to run along the varandah with her to meet him and to congratulate him. Ofcourse, he is a good dancer I agree. But I don't think that he is that 'great' in dancing. And I was not moved by his dance as Isha did. And I found Isha's behaviour bit awkward. Anyhow, we waited him to come out from his dressing room. He was really tired and sweats were rolling down from his forehead to cheeks as he comes out of the room. He wiped it away with his towel which was there in the pocket. As he stepped out from the room he smiled. Isha out of excitement told him that his dance was awesome and she never expected that he could dance like this. I had also planned too congratulate him, but hearing what Isha told I thought not to highlight greatness of his dance that much so that he may not brag himself than what he actually is. So out of bit hesitation I told him that he did a good job and his dancing was also good. I walked forth even without waiting for Isha to come. While I walked off with a covert jealous of his performance Isha persuades praising him which was highly irritatable for me.

It was out of the tickling of Ticket Checker that I was taken away from my memories. I was able to provide my tickets to him and he signed all our tickets and returned it back. He spoke to us in Telungu, a language which was unfamiliar for us. He was not that good in English too. When the train reached the next station he stepped down and proceeded to the sleeper coach where Riswan, Nishal and the rest of the team were present. We wondered how they managed with a general ticket in the sleeper coach.
    Within 5 minutes we arrived at the station. It was 9 am already. We were insisted to be present in the college at 9.45. When the train stopped we run towards Riswan and Nishal to know what happened. They were standing there with a chuckle on their face. When we asked Nishal replied. While seeing T.T Riswan walked straightly to toilet. And me and the rest two walked towards the end of the compartment and stood near by the door. He came near to me and asked me the tickets. I showed the general ticket. He said something to me in Telungu. I haven't understood anything. But I realised that he was scolding me from his tone. So since I was not sure of Telungu, I replied in Hindi. He questioned me in Telungu and again I replied in Hindi. The same thing repeated for five minutes. Eventually, he was fed up and went away. Thus we were rescued.
That was nice.. I said.
We walked to an auto stand and hired a taxi so that we may reach in the college with in the time.

Adventures. Chapter 5

It was on Friday night that I memorized that I had to attend a national fest that is to be held in st. Joseph college, Nishaghat. Few students were selected from my college to compete for the intercollege fest. The programs were really interesting as if it includes dubsmash, mockads, soliloquy, writings, screenplay, versification, dance and songs in group as well as single. Selfie, groupfie etc gives a good composure for the students to participate in it. I ringed up Taniya to disturb her sleep inorder to make her recall to collect the identity card, tag and the letter from our principal along with her.
  This is the first intercollegiate fest that I am attending in my life. I was stunned when I was selected from our class to compete. A month is about to over after being in college. Being a first year student I was really amazed as well as bit tensed thinking how things will work in my college. I was absolutely in dilemma when everything was strange for me while I had to deal with new place, new college, new hostel and finally new friends. Everything stings when I made a shift from my home to hostel. At one hand, I was relieved thinking that I may be able to avoid my mother's screaming at me in the morning enforcing me to wake up and to attend classes. At the other hand I was not that comfortable as I was in my home. The whole system in my life changed after being in hostel. But it's fine that I am well adjusted with the routines in hostel. Early wake ups from slumbers, morning walks to church to attend holy Mass, the trivial fights to stand in the que in the mess hall inorder to grab the food, clutching of pickles, criticisims on the cooks, runs to kitchen to fetch water after having spicy food.
   And when its all over, the hurry bury walks to college to attend assembly in time. And the most funniest thing of all is it's the hostlers who are late to attend assembly than those from the distant places who comes earlier. Sometimes we bunk our classes and stay back in canteen with useless talks to avoid boring lectures. And the scoldings by the teachers for not attending the classes, sleeps during the class hours, for not submitting assignments and notes in time, for skipping seminars and for giving undigestable reasons for not presenting the seminar paper..
Hanging on with friends, teasing and making fun with them, small debates on the films stars criticising the other, small fights for no reason and little egos to make compromises.. The sudden unity that we have when a problem comes our way. I used too wonder how beautiful this college life is.. If I had not be in a college, obviously I might had missed the most wonderful days in my life. I have already started to love my life in college. It's the most beautiful memory that one can ever cherish in their lives.
   I was really flayed as well as enjoyed by the way that our seniors had given us a fresher's day party. It was fabulous indeed and we had lot of fun. There is a system in which one among the seniors, most probably a hostler plays a role of a junior. Since we are new comers we make sure that one is senior when they come for raging us. At first I kept quiet without being stubborn even if am bit stubborn in my nature. I agreed with all what they do and what they say. I just acted as very obedient child, extra descent, simple and good albiet I was highly naughty and intolerable. Since I stood silent at a corner no one noticed me. I was happy that I was not scolded by anyone. It was then I noticed that one of those seniors was my senior from my school. She pointed out me to someone. And after a while, a handsome boy, bit tall with a freakish spiky hair came into the class along with his friends. Every gazes of girls were on him. Me too was impressed by his style, the towel which he wrapped around his head as a mark of his identity, the cooling glass that he kept above his hair,  a chain on his neck with a cross on it, a chewing gum on his mouth and fancy shoes which was outstanding, with a watch of Rado on his wrist and a band on the other.. In total, he looks like a pop singer who just stepped out after a live performance on the stage.
   He comes straight to me, I dropped my eyes from him and look to sideways. He comes closer to me and sat on the bench beside me. I was highly attentive. He asked me my personal details, my home, parents, siblings, marks etc. I answered them all. After being a bit polite, his tune of questioning was changed. He became bit rude, he asked me what I want to be after completing my studies. I replied that I have no idea. I surely needs a job to sustain, but I am not sure which sort of job. He told me that before completing degree, everyone has to decide what to do next so you have to decide it now. In a relaxed tone, I told him that I had only started my course so I have still time to fix it. But then, he orders me to fix it now within minutes. I was confused. Finally, I told that I would like to be a teacher.
Meanwhile my senior Nitanta who pointed out me to the guys peeps through the window to know what is happening. And she was happy to see me ragged by someone else.
  Then he said, if you want to be a good teacher, you should know how to take class. So its a must that you should show me a demo. I was surprised. Now? here? I asked.
Why? Can't you do that? His tune changed again.
O yes, why not! I said in panic.
I asked him to suggest a topic. Then after a long thought, he gave me a topic. And that was funny indeed. The topic was, I don't want Dosai.
What? I screamed all of a sudden.
Mmm?? No need of screaming. Do it now. He replied.
I asked him that whether it's okay for him if I make a speech on that rather than a class. For my luck, he was OK with it. So I made my speech. Inbetween the speech, one of our teacher came around our class. He was bit startled and slowed down from questioning me. I enjoyed the scene trying to hide the laughter.
     Heck, he remarked and stood up.
Nishal come here.. Called the teacher.
Yes sir.. He nodded and go near by him. They were discussing something else. And thus I too was ragged by someone. But this one is different, I enjoyed it. It was funny indeed. And his name sounded good.
I noticed others raging my pals. One of the senior was asking my companion to stand up and when he stands he asks to sour down. The same thing went on for ten minutes. Meanwhilst, I noticed another one asking his name to Isha who seemed panic. When she replied that she don't know, he asked to find his name and write imposition for 100 times. I felt funny and at the same time sorry for her. And one among them asked a boy to pray one rosary. Obviously, he might be from Jesus youth team. I guessed. Scared of this raging, one of my classmate suggested that we may go to chapel in the college and sit there so that no one comes to rag us there in chapel. That's a good idea, my friends exclaimed.
It was then that we noticed a fight that emerged in our class between a junior and a senior. Those boys made arguements and debates, and finally they hit each other. All of a sudden the senior boy brought many others along with him and started to stamp and hit the junior. And finally his condition was worst and that fights seems to turn as a riot very soon. At the other end, in the corner of our classroom seniors were trying to harass one of our classmate for wearing modern dress while she was trying to defend herself. She was wearing jeans and jeans was not allowed in our college.

After the discussions with the professor, Nishal was back to anounce that all the fresher's are requested to assemble in the department hall. We started to department hall for the fresher's day party. From there also, those guys made fights with that boy and girl in our class. And for my astonishment, even teachers kept silent and stood by there without intervening into those problems or not trying to calm down those people. I was wondered why teachers behave so after preaching that this is a campus where raging is prohibited. The teachers who should act out justice stay aback with their tongues and hands tied. I even thought of the idea to stop my studies in this college and to persist my studies in another college when I saw seniors harassing and insulting them even before teachers. We were flayed when we notice our classmates fighting with seniors and some among us even advised them not to make fights with seniors because that may affect them badly through out their college life. Even they will be crucified badly by them. But they resist hearing them and continued defying seniors.
But towards the end, teachers intervened. And one among the professors announced that these two juniors who defied seniors seems to be extra ordinary and therefore I assure them double promotion to the batch of our seniors. I was wondered thinking whether the professor had gone crazy.. But, our professor later explained that it was just a drama played by seniors. And those rebellious juniors were seniors in actual. And they made this drama only for a fun.
We were all amused by the master brain of this drama that made us to stay holding our breath in intense tension. And at the same time, we were astonished to know and accept that rebellious juniors were our seniors. It took time to get on with it. And all those who have given suggestions and advices to them were infact were ashamed of themselves to face them. Somehow, it was something new which was entirely different experience from my school life. I felt as if I was placed in some other world.

Irine...
I was taken away from my thoughts when my roomate asked me whether I had packed my things for the fest that I ought to attend the very next day.
Yeah.. I did, saying that I put off the light and I laid down my bed to slumber so that I may rise up early to attend the fest.

Adventures. Chapter 4

Principal had already started with his morning talk during the assembly. He was giving a moral talk targeting those backbenchers that always creates nuisance in every classrooms. He mentioned the urgency of the job and the necessity of studies to make a living now a days. After his morning talk he mentioned that Lakshmi ma'am was met with an accident and was injured while riding her scooter last day and is admitted in Vinayaka hospital.
       I remembered the incident which the cross falled down and the Christ was separated that day. I was able to relate that incident with this.
    Assembly was dispersed. I moved on to the class along with others passively. It was true that I prayed to god that not to let her come to college on the day which I was least prepared for the presentation. But I never intended this to happen. When we reached the class we planned to visit her in the evening after the class.
   Classes were going on as usual. Some started to draw cartoons in their notes. Some commented the teachers, some had started to dwell into their hobby of sleeping during class hours, some studious students were still attentive in the class. Me and my gang were partly attentive in the class and was also having some side business of chatting with the help of paper pieces that were passed inbetween the class.
     It was then Isha remembered an incident that happened last day and kept laughing.. When I asked, she told me that she will reveal it after the class. I was curious and kept on asking her what was it all about? Then she told that it was something related to her neighbourhood. I kept quiet and waited for the bell to rang. When the bell goes, I asked her to narrate it.
Trying to stop the chuckling, Isha said. Near by our house, a new lower class family was settled recently. The house owner of that house, Narayanan is a teetotaler and he comes home drunk. The whole day before having alcohol, he is in madly love with his wife so that everyone feels jealous to them. And admires how cute couple they are.. But once when he drinks alcohol and comes home in the night, he starts to say fucking words and freaks out his wife by beating her until he gets tired. The moment when he starts beating, his wife will begin to run around the house as well as through the farmland like a hen that is chased by a fox inoder to escape his beats. We also used to hear their loggerheads in the late nights and the heavy voices of throwing things at each other along with sounds of the scared barking of dogs.
       One day, she came to my house and complained to my father about his behaviour. And my father's suggestion to resolve the problem was like "why should boys have all the fun.." He asked her that why should you recieve all the beats that he gives and keep mum?? Why couldn't you beat back?? She listened to it and went away.
The very next day, I had heard that Narayanan is in hospital. And the reason was.. 'Why should boys have all the fun attitude of his wife.' She gave a big blow to her husband with a stick that lied there and his head is now bandaged that he won't even call a bad word for two three days.
  Wow.. That's readily a nice attitude. 'Why should boys have all the fun..' I said.
  That evening as per our planning, we went to meet Lakshmi ma'am in the hospital. To our surprise we happened to see Narayan and his wife there. I felt so funny when I saw them both together after listening to their funny story. His wife was heavily in love with him and was feeding him with great care. And Narayan was highly satisfied by the way she treats him and was happy for her by his side. Seeing them together, one might possibly think that instance of their fights in the last night is just a cooked up story.
  While walking back to my hostel, I was just thinking about those couples. I was really wondered by meeting these characters in my life and was confused as well. How could two of them be so loving after a big fight that injures ones head? Was it just a drama to show off.. Or is it the magic that really happens out of hallucination after having alcohol? How could a man that is so divine can act as hell after taking alcohol and how could a man act so normal as if nothing happened after the hang over.. It's really mysterious.
     

Adventures. Chapter 3

I was really confused how to start my conversation with Elaine, the newcomer in my room. She seems very busy the whole day. She appears to be very serious and bold. But I was less bothered about her these days since I was busy with my assignments. So I was confused how to start up a conversation with her after being so indifferent. And that evening, I took my book and went to study hall to prepare for my presentation. I was really prejudiced about her. By seeing her we cannot claim anything wrong in her behavior. She really looks as if she is matured. By the way, I stay beside her with my books. She kicked off the conversation by aking whether I am a Christian.
Irine: Yes, I am. How could you trace it out?
Elaine: With the help of the rosary that you wear.
Irine: Oh, that's nice. Why are you here actually?
Elaine: I am working as a nurse in CMS hospital. And I am also doing my M.B.A here.
Irine: Oh, that's nice. But, it will be really hard for you to manage both. Right?
Elaine: Yeah, it is.. But I have to deal with both. I have an aim in my life. I have to Keep the promise that I had given to my father.

She said as if she is determined. I was so surprised to notice her boldness in her voice. I felt as if she will achieve it anyhow. And everything was understood from her voice itself.

Elaine, you might be a Christian right? I asked.
Elaine: Nope, I am a Hindu. Actually my name was Keerthi. I was baptised and now I am Elaine.
Irine: Then what was the reason for you to switch your religion to Christianity?
Elaine: Well, I hate many deeds followed by Hindus like astrology. And there was certain reasons for me to change my religion.
Irine: If you don't mind could you please explain? I would like to listen to you.
Elaine: There is nothing good in my life for you to listen nor you to follow. Nor, it is not at all interesting and it's highly boring with lot of miseries and sufferings to cry on. Then why are you asking me to narrate it?

Irine: I feels like to listen to you. And I had noticed you many times crying while listening to songs. Even your music collections are those that makes us cry. All of them are sad songs. Normally the songs that we choose to listen will be based on our moods. Rock songs when we are in party mood. Melody and romantic songs when we Feel like to romance. Sad songs when you are sad. And I never noticed you listening to any other songs other than sad songs. So I realised that you have some problems with in you.

Elaine: Well, you are so good in observing people and understanding them.

Telling you about my story, I have to start from the beginning itself.
It was the promise that I made to my father when he dies.. I was in seventh when that happens.
I was back from school for December vacation after my exams. I was really happy thinking the vacation that I am going to celebrate. I started preparing my plans to visit my grandmother, cousins, friends etc. My father had promised me that he will present me a cycle if I bag first position in the class. So, I was thrilled awaiting the result for the first time in my life. I was sure that I will bag it since I tried my best.
    That evening, I planned to go to my grandmother's house in Neelgiri. Me, my mom and my siblings packed our dresses in a small bag inorder to stay there for few days. We said goodbye to our father. He was busy working in the farm when we stepped out from there. He too said goodbye. We walked to bustop to get the bus. The train was at 5.30 pm. We got a limited stop bus and was happy that we will reach railway station in time. We reached there 15minutès earlier. I took the tickets. It takes a day to each Neelgiri. Finally we reached Neelgiri. There we saw our grandmother Susain. She was weird for me. It was after a long that I met her. She was stubborn, but also was so kind and caring. She gave me lot of bakery items that she made. She took me along with  her and showed me the whole house. She took me to the farm and introduced me the fruits that she grows there. She explained details about each and every cross that she grows there. She look at my hair and insisted me to apply oil in my hair since ît was very rough. She told me that for girls hair makes them beautiful, so you should care your hair. I agreed with all what she told. I listened to her like a child. I loved her advise. I loved being near to her. She was very gorgeous even at her old age. A woman of morals, highly religious and spiritual. She told me lot of funny stories that happened in her life. Lot of funny things that others did. She was such a hilarious person. We laugh until our stomach aches. It was fun being with her.It was for the first time in my life that I was with my grandmother and I just loved it.
       My parents were married without the concern of their parents. It was a love marriage which was considered as a greatest sin during that time. By the way, we was back to our native place. And my father was waiting with a car to pick us. I was suffering from fever and was shivering. May be because of the change in the climate there. My mother was scared when my condition was worst. I don't know why, I normally keep silent when I am sick. So, when my mom enquires whether I am alright I always keep quiet and we always keep fighting over that. Sometimes I even felt her enquiries as disturbing and highly irritating. But this time, she didn't made a fight and treated me like a small baby.

I always wonder how could mothers understand the silence of babies, their troubles, problems, diseases from a single sound that they make and how could they read the faces of babies by staring at their faces. But I also wonder,why they fails to do the same when their children are grown up? May be because babies are innocent and while growing up they loose their innocence that they once had.

We saw our car near a car parking board and got into it. My father always note me and catch me up very easily than my mother. He asked, why are you shivering? Do you have fever? And kept his palm on my forehead. He told me that he may take me to hospital in the evening after reaching home. And during our way, he seemed nervous. He was speaking to my mom about our land that he was trying to sell from last year onwards. But, one way or the other it always ends up in a fiasco. We were having loans to pay which we had taken to build our house. He was so tensed about that. We could manage things well if we were able to sell that land.. But..

That evening we went to hospital to get medicines. And while returning to our house, he started advicing me as usual. Elaine, we can't live without a job now a days. There is no scope in agriculture. It won't help us to make a living since no crops have its value. Everyone is exploiting farmers and their hardwork always ends up in vain. So you should study well and get a job so that I can be proud of my daughter one day. I just listened to his words agreeing with all what he says.. There was such a bond between us. I loved him more than anything else in this world. He was such a great person I had ever seen. He taught me to be myself, he was my inspiration to stand up when I fall down. He was my guide, teacher and what not. He was the one whom I admire all my life. He meant the whole world to me. No words can describe my love for him. And when he was gone, the whole world seems to fade away. Nothing stood before me and I was covered with the darkness. No light didn't dare to slide by my side. Indeed I was taken away with the darkness.. to the dark caves and dark tunnels that once I was afraid of..

After a deep breath Elaine continued by cleaning her tearstained eyes with a towel.

He was talking about his future plans, his dreams, about our life and so on. I was listening to him passively looking at the greeneries that pass on. Suddenly he stopped talking and made a sudden break, the vehicle had stopped suddenly. It shooked me from my dream world. It made me to bent forward and my head hit the glass. Few drops of blood came out from my head. And when I scanned to see what happened I didn't find any vehicle in the opposie side and I started to blame him for his careless driving. And I was bit late to notice him. When I looked at him I stopped all of a sudden.
        Teardrops were flowing down from his eyes. Was he crying?
I just looked again. His hands were kept on his chest and he was struggling to breathe. And his body moved in zigzag mode out of pain. I was out of my mind. I was not sure what was happening. I cried.. I had gone crazy.. I tried to pat him slowly and to ease him, I tried to erase his tears down. I told him not to worry and everything will be alright. I just kissed him and cried along with him. I was really helpless. I hold his hands as tight as I could. But.. Everything ends up within seconds..

I saw him taking a deep breath for the last and final time. He was struggling..and his hands were loosened from mine. And the hot from his body turns to be cold within no time. I can't.. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to see his photo in the frames.. But... It just happened.

I shook him all over to see whether he was having a bit of life with him. But.. Things went wrong.. I was scared, I was shocked and was in a sort of limbo trying to decipher it. I was not able to believe my eyes.. My vibrant father, who always run around lies besides me calm and quiet passing off his breath.

I just sat there as if I am dumb and deaf. Many vehicles passed by.
And many inquired what happened. It was hard for me to explain. I was searching for the words.. I breathed heavily.. Tears rolled down on my cheeks and everything was a blur.

I vaguely realised the vehicles that stopped near by my car enquiring what happened. Different people were having different opinions and explanations. Some asked me to give the number of someone that is close to me. I gave the number of my uncle..
Some came and hold me and some were planning to take my father to hospital. My uncle came and pick me. And my father was taken to hospital and his death was confirmed by doctors.
Someone over there told, Let's take the dead body to the home.

Body?? How dare they call my father dead body..?? How dare they are?? Home?? How could a building can be a home when your dear ones are not there waiting for your arrival? A home is a place where your family is.. Family members are alive and livelily. How could a building without no family members can be called as a home? I don't understand. My house without my father is just a building after àll, where no voices were heard, were no fights with siblings happens, where no talks and laughter occurs, where everyone eats mechanically, sees nightmares and sleeps hardly, life for us was a tragedy living for no reasons with no goals. For us we lived only to die. And is this life after all??

Telling this, tears rolled down from her cheeks.. She was trying harder to hide her tears and finally smiles out of pain. My eyes too were wet as if I victimised her whole story with my eyes. I was able to sense her pain.. She told me, I told you no, my story is not interesting..!
I told, itz ok.. I can understand..

You won't understand Irine, you won't... For that, you have to experience it in your life..
I felt as if those words struck my heart. There was nothing more left for me to tell.

I just looked around the study hall. There was no one left other than me and Elaine. She just looked on her watch and told, it's already 12.15 now. I think I interrupted your studies.. Sorry..!!
No, itz ok. I told.

Listening to her tragic story, I didn't felt like to study that day. So, I told a goodnight to her and took up my books to my room to sleep.
She also wished me the same and closed her books. She was also not in a good mood to study. We just lied down in our beds with opened eyes glancing at the stars through the window..

Adventures. Chapter 2

Irine reached back to her room in the hostel. She kept her bag aside. Taniya was also there accompanying her to hostel. They were in different rooms. They are friends, but they always fights.
Is it because they were heavy friends or because their chemistry never worked? God knows.
          Taniya and Irine together go to mess hall to have snacks. While in mess hall, they started discussing about their day in the college.
   Irine: Thank god, I was just saved from presentation since Lakshmi mam was absent. Orelse I might be executed within no time.
  Taniya: Last time it was me. So now you may take up the chance.
Irine: go girl, I will kill you. What else?? How is your family?
Taniya: All are doing well. My sisters wedding will be there soon I guess. Recently a guy from Malasia came to see her. And all are up to it. He is working as an engineer there.
Irine: Wow, thats nice. So, I can have a biriyani soon.
Taniya: Oh, Irine.. You will never change. You are always into food. Hmm..
Irine: Hey, I was just kidding. By the way Taniya, I was about to tell you something. Ooops i forget it.
Taniya: What was it?
Irine: It was something related to hostel.
Taniya: Then it might be some nonsense.
Irine: Nope Taniya, I am serious.
Taniya: Ok then, tell it dude.
Irine: But I forget it girl. You were speaking some nonsense when I was up to tell it.
Taniya: gross.

The while, Elaine was back from her hospital. She seems to be tired after the busy schedules in Operation theatre.
Taniya: Look, that mysterious lady is back now.
Irine: Who? My roommate? Elaine?
Taniya: Yep, you are right.
Irine: Here it is. It was something about her I was up to tell.
Taniya: Tell then.
Irine: I think she has got some problems. I had seen her crying in late night listening to music. And I had also seen her chating in her laptop for hours. I had noticed her facial expressions while chatting and I guess something is wrong with her.
Taniya: But, She really seems happy at times dude. And whenever I notice, she might be chattering to someone. She is nonstop infact.
Irine: But actually, it's just a mask that she wear to hide her sorrows and problems.
Taniya: May be. She is really mysterious at times and friendly at other times.
Irine: Yeah, she is..
Taniya: What if we ask her?
Irine: I too had thought about it. But, I don't think that it works. Because no one will be ready to reveal their serious problems to those whom they are not close to. So, it takes time.
Taniya: But, I don't think so. Because she is such a lady who longs for sympathy. So she starts to blah blah everything about her as soon as she meets someone. And even worries and complains about the silly things that we less care of.

Irine: This is why I told you that she is not like what you thinks to be. What she speaks about is nothing but only a surface level touch up. If you want to know what she really is, we must surely have to chase and investigate.
Taniya: Lets then start our investigation. But before that, I want to tell you something.
Irine: What's it?
Tania: I had heard her talks over the phone in the late night while I was writing my assignments. She was talking to a lady at the other end of the phone. She was speaking about some passport to Ireland. And she was telling that it's not easy to settle the problems at her home and to give explanations to her family members about her journey to Ireland. So it's not a good idea to fly to Ireland so soon. And also heard the lady at the other end shouting at her calling her a cheat and crying over the phone. Elaine was trying to console her and was telling her not to cry. And she ends the conversation by telling the lady "Don't worry, Let's together sort it out. But I need some time. I had got some assignments of to finish up and have to submit it with in the time. So please be calm."
By hearing those words of comfort that lady was less agitated.

Irine: Hmm.. Well, then there is something between that Ireland lady and Elaine. But, Are you sure that she called her cheat?
Taniya: Yeah, I am sure about that.
Irine: Okay then, haven't you asked her about that late night call then?
Taniya: Ofcourse, I did. And she replied that it was her cousin from Ireland.
Irine: But, if it is her cousin, Why should she call her cheat? There is something fishy in it. We have to sort it out very soon.Today I'll make a conversation with her so that I may enquire about her family and get a clear outline about her. So, that may help for our investigation.
Taniya: That's a good idea. Go ahead.
Irine: Bye then, see you later.
Taniya: Bye.. Best of luck.

Both Taniya and Irine walked to their rooms with number of thoughts in their head.