http://lovelifemyguitar.blogspot.in/2012/12/the-story-so-far.html ---> THE STORY SO FAR

http://lovelifemyguitar.blogspot.in/2012/11/the-prank-call.html --> THE PRANK CALL.


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Monday, October 24, 2011

Love wounds but friendship heals

It's a sequel post to the first part : It's his highness' b'day

Assignments!! Assignments!! & Assignments!!

Literally, an engineer’s life has always been (and is) screwed up by professors but, nevertheless, can’t avoid it. After all we are the ones who chase after grades, marks for what good they do. Placement, Money & lots of money are what we run after. Nothing changes that fact no matter how much we deny.

Well, anyway, it’s still 24th October today and i was, as usual, busy completing assignments. They are subjects of abhorrence, i tell you.  My phone beeped. ‘New text message’ my phone read. I clicked open it.
“Hi Manmay” The message read.

I had recently lost my cell phone (poor me). So unfortunately i had lost all my contacts. I got a new cell number after that and very few of my friends knew my new phone number. That meant, i had still lot of sweat to shed.

Tomorrow first thing try to make contacts and inform my friends about my new phone number so that they could contact me” i said to myself.
“Who’s this?” I enquired as my, temporary, phone read an unknown number.
“This is Anshuman Das, Neha’s best friend. She might have mentioned me in your conversations.”

WTF!!! SERIOUSLY, WTF!!! I couldn’t fathom the possibility of Anshuman contacting me. Me!!! Yeah, Neha did mention about him earlier and i had apt knowledge that he was Neha’s best friend, her first crush. No way would he contact me. Why? What did this mean? I was befuddled. I was perturbed. Is there any possibility that he was contacting me from Neha’s side? Is it that, it was difficult for Neha to confess her love to me that she would ask her best friend to speak to me?
 ‘Naahhh... she wouldn’t. I know she doesn’t think of me in that sense. She doesn’t love me. I know that!!” my insides spoke to me; but, then, why??

“Is this some kinda joke? Not funny though.” I replied to the text, to the person claiming to be Anshuman.
“Neha told me that you are from NIT, Rourkela. Actually our college techno-management fest is in January named ‘kshitij’. So i wanted to send you the invitation + 50posters. Will you paste them in your college?”

Hell i was gonna do that job!! I didn’t know him and he was asking me for a favour already. Screw him!!

“May be i can but how will you send them?” I lied. He claimed to Neha’s best friend and if he really was, there was a possibility, then i had to show some respect (“Respect, my foot!!”my inner spoke again. “Shut up” i bolted the voice within.)

In the mean time i texted Neha. I wasn’t supposed to disturb her calling because her exams were near and i didn’t want to be one disturbing element in her preparations.

“Hey... I wanted to ask you something. You there?” I typed and sent the message.
“Yup. Tell me” reply was fast.
“What’s Anshu’s phone no.? Tell me. Even if you could tell me the first 5 or last 5 digits, that will be fine. Tell me and i will tell you why i’m asking if you are wondering about it already.”
“97568, thhe last five digits of his phone number. Now the Reason?”
“Some guy is claiming to be Anshu and texting me with a number ending 7311. Airtel number i guess. Any idea?”
“What!! No way!! And by the way, no idea about that number you told me about. Anshu uses BSNL number though.”
“This guy (pretending Anshu) is asking me about some college fest work, that he wants me to put up some posters of that in my college. Did you give Anshu my number by the way?”
“Why would i give him your number? And why would he ask you regarding fest work? He has many friends in NIT, Rourkela itself.”

Back to the guy who pretended to be Anshu.

“Dumbo...  Of Course, i will send them, by courier. Will you paste them or not?” he replied
“I will see. But Neha says she hasn’t given you my number and this is not Anshu who I’m talking to.”

Back to Texting Neha

“He is acting weird now saying he would send the posters by courier. I dunno what to reply.”
“Just don’t reply. I’m sure it’s not him. I’m talking to him right now.” Man!! She was talking to Anshu, texting him and she has no time to reply my messages. Her excuse STUDIES. Didn’t seem to me so, but what could i better do about it. I’m just another friend and Anshu is her best friend after all. My heart capsized.
I could just reply, “Ok...”

Yeah, i replied 'Ok...' but what if the guy who was pretending to be Anshu was actually him? May be i could get to know about Neha's feelings for me through him? Or may be not? Confused, i decided to go on, ignoring Neha's Just don't reply. I'm sorry for that Neha.

Back to the guy who pretended to be Anshu.

“I myself asked Neha not to tell you that she had your number given to me.”
“Seriously now who’s this?” I was restless and things were getting on to my nerves already.
“This is Anshuman. ‘ Neha’s Boy ‘“
“Like i will buy this shitty prank now. Screw you.” I was now annoyed, vexed!!
“Neha was mine, Neha is mine and Neha will be mine forever. Just stay away from her. If i see you talk to her or text her, i will kick your ass!!” That was way too much. This talk was going nowhere and I now i was feeling like being slapped. I couldn’t abide by this anymore. 

But then just something deviant struck me then. 

It must be Govind who must have been pretending to be Anshu all this while. “Yeah!! Besides none of my friends knew about Anshu except Govind and the one who knows must have been playing this prank” my inside spoke again and i was happy that my brain could at least come to a reasonable conclusion.

I typed “Screw you Mr. Govind Malhotra. I know it’s you who’s playing” and sent the text.

My phone beeped almost instantly.

“I expected a happy birthday J” Aww.... that was the most huggable moment. I so wanted to hug him. He scared me to wits as he pretended to Anshu, but i was happy as well. I missed him. We haven’t had contacted each other for, what was, a week now and suddenly this surprise.

“Don’t you dare play such a trick again. You scared the shit out of me, you know that? And yep, happy birthday my LOVE GURUJ. I had your contact lost u know why, so i couldn’t wish you birthday over phone. But over Facebook and most importantly my blog, i did. You will know seeing them if i have had wished you or not.”
“I know... Thanks a lot for such a lovely blog postJ. It’s such a wonderful gift.”
“Well, that’s the least i could do this far away from youJ” I replied.
Well, his little prank, surprised me, amazed me, confounded me but in the end i was so contented. THANK YOU GOVIND MALHOTRA. J
Now i could conclude that “If love wounds, friendship Heals. “

 --- M@nm@y ---

(P.S. Please do rate and comment on the post as i would just love to get some feedback to how am i doing with this writing thing lately:) )


  1. Saala ye govind bahut bada kameena hai. You must have understud ehy m saying dat....:P:D:D:D

  2. @sumangal -- Of course he is .. you must have understood why m saying dat ;) :P :D

  3. cheers to govind bhaiyya :D n manmay bhaiyya u rockkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

  4. Thank u ahana ... well i thought this post writing was the best as far i could give .. still lots to improve but i think abhi ke liye i couldn't have written btr than this and as always, real time experiences helps :) :)


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