SCHOOL CRUSH

CHAPTER 01

6th January 2011
Month – March 2008 Location – Sameer Cyber Cafe
He asked – ‘’ Photo Id ? ’’ ‘’Oh.. Here is my photo Id – my driving licence.’’ I said… ‘’Fill up the details in the register’’ he instructed me. Name – Mihir Shinde, Contact No. 9764, Address – Salisbury Park. He pointed towards the Computer No. 02… Rate 20 Rs/Hour.. Hooshh.. I just hated these Cyber Cafe wala’s… Cant they see I am a young college going student.. Just completed 17 in January.. Do they think I am a terrorist or a professional hacker?? Whatever.. I said in disgust… This was the latest Cyber Cafe in our locality. New Super thin 15 inch wide screen LCD Monitors, Superfast Broadband, Webcams and a lot of space !! I kept my bag besides me. ‘’What a boring life’’ I exclaimed. Got up at 6 am. With heavy eyes. Got fresh and wore my clothes.. ‘’Atleast iron them once in a lifetime’’ mom scolded. ‘’Its fine mom.. No one cares about it.. And moreover I don’t have a girlfriend.. No one.. even looks at me.. ’’ I replied… Got to my Kinetic Y2K Series !! Ohh here is my Hayabusa…. The king of gearless scooters.. Kinetic Honda.. Y2K was just because she was brought in the Year 2000.. I pushed the electric start button.. Once.. Twice.. Thrice.. She would never start in the morning !! With great efforts I put her on the main stand.. Pressed the choke, Clutch in the left and Accelerator in the right hand.. And I started kicking her.. I mean I used the Kick to start her… Vrooom Vrooom.. I accelerated it.. till I was sure she won’t need to be kicked again.. A layer of smoke ascended towards the atmosphere.. ‘’Damn it… Its already 6.25am.. Just 5 mins left’’ I freaked.. ‘’Abhyankar Sir is going to fuck me yet again’’, I started saying to my myself.. To add to it the pothole enveloped roads of Pune… It took approximately 5 mins for me to reach my Tuition.. ‘’Abhyankar Classes – XIIth Science -Physics and Chemistry’’.. It had barely been two days after I had given my Class XIIth Board Exams and now I was preparing for C.E.T. I reached 5 minutes late and found everyone waiting outside the class.. I heaved a sigh of relief.. It seemed as if Sir hadn’t arrived yet though he lived just a yard away from the Tuition Place.. I parked my Hayabusa amidst the cycles !! Those days very few people had the privilege of riding a Two Wheeler at the Age of 16-17.. I was lucky.. though it cost me 40 Rs/liter owing to a very great mileage by my sweetheart.. Sadly it was just 30 Kmpl + Oil Charges.. Nevermind atleast I didn’t have to take those extra cycling efforts.. ‘’Everyone go inside the classroom’’, Abhyankar Sir instructed… Dragging our feet.. we sat on our benches.. I always sat in the second row coz I didn’t want Sir to catch me yawning !! I never completed my sleep at 6am.. I wish I could sleep for some more hours.. Besides me was Rohit Deshpande and Vishal Pargaonkar.. Rohit was a good friend of mine since we both were of the same ‘L’ shirt size or maybe because we both ranged in the 75 Kg bracket and our talks were quite interesting.. Vishal was on the other hand, a studious hardworking guy who paid full attention to whatever Sir taught..I still pity him.. How could one have such a willpower ?? These Marathi Medium Guyz have a strong urge to study.. Abhyankar Sir wasn’t getting any better.. Was almost going to close my eyes when… ‘’Shinde… What is the Chemical Equation of the XXXXX reaction?’’ ‘’Err.. Me?? Ah… Oh.. CH3SO2 + H2SO4 + .. err.. aah.. hmm. C… ‘’ This was a great chemical reaction I never had heard about.. How the hell on earth was I gonna answer it?? The only equation I knew was 2H2 + O2 = 2H2O.. Abhyankar Sir always considered me as a Brilliant Student coz I belonged to the Vivekanand College..Yes The Vivekanand College.. the most famous.. the most prestigious College in and around Pune.. And why not?? I had got 87.60 % in my S.S.C. Exams.. He always said ‘’Shinde.. You are talented but are very lazy.. Work hard.. I expect you to score very good in the C.E.T.’s !! I looked at my watch.. 9.25.. ‘’5 mins more’’, I said to myself.. My Dad’s wish was that I should crack the IIT-JEE.. But my IIT dreams faltered when I reached XIIth.. So Shifted my focus on the MHT-CET.. Physics, Chemistry, Maths were my World.. After I left the tuition, I raced my way to the cyber cafe… Chapter 1 7th January 2011 Month – March 2008 Location – Sameer Cyber Cafe The Cyber Cafe had been a good entertainer for all the Devil in me !! Atleast satisfying my porn interests… Opened a tab of the Mozilla Firefox with an address http://www.worldsex.com That was the only website I knew.. Thanx to my friend at the IIT Coaching Institute.. Porn had been my interest since I was in Class 7th.. And the interest grew as my teenage years passed on.. The other tab was for my social networking interests.. http://www.orkut.com….. Sign In … Email – mihir000000@yahoo.com Password – shreya… Shreya….. My childhood crush.. My school classmate…. Like every other guys story, my crush had become my password too.. !! Such combinations are easier to remember.. Atleast for me.. 😉 The Homepage popped out.. 2 New friend requests, 15 new scraps, 1 testimonial, a few comments on my snaps.. Once I was done with all these notifications, I turned my attention to the Chat window … Ahh.. Let me check out who’s online.. Orkut had one good thing.. Gtalk.. All your gmail friends could chat online which was of a great convenience those days as SMS’s were charged 1Re and Calls Rates never dropped… Oh.. Priteesh is online.. Priteesh was my senior at school. 2 years elder to me.. The hero of the first batch of our School..Gud looks.. A good dancer.. Quite fair… And smart too… Girls at school were just crazy for him.. ‘’Hey Priteesh… howz u ? Howz life?’’, I asked him.. ‘’Hey Mihir.. Nice to meet you.. Life’s good.. Howz yours??’’, he replied.. He was the only guy from my school who had an Orkut account and was regularly online.. ‘’I am good.. Boring C.E.T. classes you know. So any news?? ’’, I asked.. ‘’Nothing special.. Was chatting with Shreya..’’he replied.. ‘’Shreya???… Shreya Deshmukh??? Is she on Orkut?? Hmm.. ohkey.. ‘’, I typed.. ‘’Yeah.. Just a week ago, she got herself an account.. ‘’, said he.. The next moment.. I typed Shreya Deshmukh in the search window.. Oh.. here she is.. Two mutual friends.. Priteesh and Gitesh.. Rhyming words.. How come Gitesh is her mutual friend?? Leave.. Send Friend Request.. Friend request Sent…. I started examining her account just for curiosity.. just to check whether shes still single or in a relationship… After I read Shreya Deshmukh – Relationship Status – Single.. I couldn’t believe myself…Thank god shes still single.. Meanwhile… my Gtalk window pops out.. ‘‘Priteesh – hey buddy u der.. Where have you lost!!’’ I had forgot that I had been chatting with him for a few minutes… ‘‘Me- Yupp. I am der.. Just a phone call.. Hey Bro.. need to logout.. Gotta go’’ . The clock displayed 10.15 am.. Half an hour past away just like a few minutes.. I payed 10 Rs. At the counter and left for home.. I reached home.. Just 6 months ago.. The day after Dussherra festival, we had got into an argument with Shreya, though directly I never talked with her… I had her cell number.. But never had the daring to call her.. My friend Vishal.. who had just joined Police force was transferred to Nagpur.. He knew that I had always been crazy for her and that I was a coward and would never express my feelings for her.. I gave him.. her number and told him to find out her feelings for me… But matters got worse.. And two of my classmates Sukumar and Omkar who claimed to be her best friends.. Called me up.. +919922 calling… It was about 7pm in the evening.. I received the call.. ‘’Hello.. Is this Mihir?? Sukumar here.. ‘’, he asked.. ‘’Oh.. yes.. Glad you remember me.. After a long time..’’. I said.. I knew he hadn’t called me for greeting me or something.. ‘Daal mein kuch kaala hai’ I said to myself.. ‘’Need to talk something very important to you’’, he said.. Now my intuitions were quite clear… ‘’Yupp. Carry on’’, i replied.. ‘’Stay away from her.. Shreya pasun lamb raha . Or else…’’,he said.. Omkar who was along with him took the phone and warned me that she has a boyfriend and doesn’t want you to trouble her.. Just keep yourself out of this.. I was scared.. I was the most dumbest boy ever !! i had to agree that.. I couldn’t tell this to Vishal coz I knew he would make matters worse.. I called up Nikhil.. Told him the whole situation.. He said that he will take care of everything.. I was quite relieved.. Vicky was my friend at Vivekanand and was close to me those days.. I slept peacefully that night but with a bit of fear in my mind..
The next morning, I had phonecall from Sukumar.. ‘’Asshole.. Who do you think you are..?? You sent your Goondas to threaten me?? Just come to our place and we will beat the hell out of you.. !!’’he said.. He started abusing me… I had no idea about who could have done it… OMG..It was Nikhil.. he did it.. All my hopes had shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.. Shreya.. My crush of 4 years.. was going to exit my life. I never thought I would meet her again in my life or that we contact each other again. I cursed myself for losing her forever..
Even though I behaved as if I had erased her memories.. She still occupied a small but an important place in my heart.. How could I just let her go away from my life.. What happened to my 4 years of true love..?? Is it so easy…?? Definitely no… Especially when you give everything for that one special person in your life !! Every day.. Every night.. Every single minute and every single second I would cry for her.. Hoping that one day.. One day she will be mine.. That one day… That one moment I would tell the world that.. Yes.. true love does win.. one day.. just have patience… but… Endless tears.. Endless thoughts… !! I asked myself – Was it me?? Was I responsible for all this?? But what wrong did I do?? I just asked her.. I mean.. I just asked someone to ask her whether she loves me or not?? If loving someone is crime, then why did God create love?? I started blaming God for all these things.. Why?? Why??
Why oh why tell me why not me
Why oh why we were meant to be
Baby i know i could be all you need
Why oh why oh why

26. 06. 2020

To the one who will never be mine,
My granny says “Greatest lovers are those who can watch their love rest her head on someone else’s chest and smile.” You tell me how there’s someone special in your life, who can make you smile just with his voice, from miles away.
Should I be happy because you’re smiling with him, or should I be sad for I know my heart will break again? I know things will change. I know, I tried all I could. I tried to be that perfect version of myself.
You know, I won’t lie, there were moments when I thought there was something between us. Moments when we’d be sipping on beer and eating pizza straight out of the boxes. In those moments, you’d look at me and smile. And trust me, what is there in this world that I wouldn’t do for that smile?
I’ve tried telling myself, a million times maybe, to not fall for you. I have told myself that you cannot love me the way I want you to. I know loving you is like taking a wrong road and hoping it goes to the right destination.
But that’s how love happens, you know? It’s like a foggy breath, puffing out from your mouth, on a winter morning. You just can’t help it.
I don’t know how will this look on a piece of paper but anyway I’ll put it here, just because we can’t touch the moon doesn’t mean we shouldn’t stop dreaming about it.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be brave enough to love someone again or not. But, there’s a foggy windowpane, somewhere in my heart, that has your smile drawn on it. I won’t erase it.
I wish you a good life. Keep smiling.
From,
Someone who will keep you alive in his poems.

15. 06. 2014

It’s funny when people cry over not having a Valentine on valentine’s day. Meet me. No father on fathers day. I was born in a very middle class family in bhavani Peth. My dad was a ordinary officer in the railway department. He always warned me to become an engineer. He never made me feel that we were financially week. He got me the best colleges which were expensive, the best stationaries, the most expensive books killing his own desires. I used see all this and my dream was to become an engineer all gift him a small car atleast. I completed my degree from SIT Vadgaon and also cleared my GRE. I got a call from the Texas university but we were short of cash. My dad sold his land and with a educational loan after selling all our jewellery, we somehow managed the fees AMD living there. I reached US and started studying. After an year, I suddenly got the news that my dad passed away of cancer. I was shocked. I rushed back to India only to find out that instead of using the money for his treatment, he used it all for my studies.
Baba, kashala kela he tumhi.. tumhala car gift karaycha hota mala.. kashala kela he.
I know I can’t get him back but someday, I’ll gift it to my mom.. I really miss my dad.. He was really an angel to Me..
Parat ya baba.. parat ya.. love you..
Admin- This was the best stuff I’ve ever moderated. Hats off to your dad. It really got tears in my eyes. This is what you call love.

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BY – Let’s Talk Pune.

02. 06. 2023

i’ve a plan to steal your heart. actually, i have two.

plan a: i’ll make all your interesting interests mine. if you’re into fitness, i’ll become mr olympia. if you like movies, i’ll become a director.

and if you like books, i’ll start a book recommendation page. i’ll start reading books. i’ll then start writing books. i’ll become a renowned author, win a booker prize.

one random evening, when you are scrolling through your explore section, you’ll find me. you’ll read my book. the character in my book will share your name. you’ll feel a connection between us. you’ll reach out to me. and that’s how it will start – our amazing love story. fast forward a few years, we are getting married. that’ll be our happy ending.

i’ll start a successful business, and at the same time, have a government job. i’ll also be preparing for UPSC.

to cover all the corners, i will even learn the art of negotiation and know the difference between dhaniya and pudina – just to impress your mom.

that’s my plan. you’re in my heart, and i will do whatever it takes to make you mine.