Prologue
‘Happy Birthday Dear, I am in front of your Home, will you not call me inside.’ I made a call to Anubha and Said
She hung up the phone without any single word.
I was at Vadodara that was the time 0600 hour’s morning. At the same day I reached Vadodara somewhere around 0300 hour’s Morning. I couldn’t slept whole night just because I was so excited to see her on morning. I was going to give her surprise but I was surprised after the phone call.
‘No I can’t meet you now because Manish is here.’ I got the SMS from Anubha.
‘We will meet at 7 SEAS on 1900 hours evening.’ Again I got another SMS
‘Manish know about our relationship so what’s harm.’ I called and Say, she didn’t give any reply.
‘Ok no problem but we will met today. Right! Because I have a return ticket of today evening.’ After this sentence I didn’t get reply and she again hung up the phone.
After half an hour I again sent the SMS that was;
‘I thing, I done big mistake to come here. I wanted to give surprised and enjoy your birthday. But I was wrong because of me your birthday is going to hell.’
In front of her home there was a local bus stand and I start waiting, when she will go to office than she will pass from here and I will take one glance of her. But she was brainier than me; she took another way to office with Manish. After half an hour I again made a call.
‘Ok no problem dear we will meet at 7 SEAS on 1900 hours.’ I said
‘I am in office; I’ll call you regarding this.’ She replied and hung up the phone.
I thought what I will do during this time gap so I went to Ahmadabad to meet with Navin.
‘Hey! Good afternoon dear, how are you?’ I hugged Navin and asked
‘I am fine, you tell.’ Navin replied
‘Oh! It’s my luck that you are here.’ He added
‘No! it’s not like that.’ I replied
‘No Aman, there is some problem with you; your face is saying, anything wrong?’ Navin asked.
‘Yes, you know everything about Shulochana, but that history is repeating itself.’ I said
‘What happens dear?’ Navin asked
‘And I don’t know full story of Shulochana, tell me from starting.’ He added
Then I start to open the pages of life…………
1st Story
Shulochana Goyal
Semester - I
“Wow! What’s an item?” I said when I show one girl was going for interview.
“Shut up!” My dad said and gave me a slap at my head.
“Today is your first day of college and interview also.” My dad added.
“So what dad?” I replied
“Just give the focus on your interview first.” He said and raised the finger towards the interview room.
Interview room was covered by transparences glass and the other side of glass Mr. Mishra the principal of the college was taking interview of that girl to whom I made the comments when she was interring in room, that girl was Niharika, quite beautiful girl of the campus in a small town area.
I and my dad were waiting for my interview after Niharika there was my turn.
“After this interview, you will spend two years with this girl if you and that girl break this interview.” My dad said
“So why are you jealous dad?” I said
“No! I am not jealous, my son.” Dad said.
“I am just saying…..” He Said
My dad was not able to complete the sentence.
Trin Trin…..
“Next, Mr. Aman.” Peon announced.
“Yes Sir.” I shouted.
“May I coming sir?” I asked to Mr. Mishra
“Yes! Yes! Please take your sheet.” He permitted
He was doing something else I think he was giving comments on Niharika’s Performance.
Mean while I looked the office, which was quite well, there was, in front of my eyes two or three posters of EPSIM (Edu-Pro Solutions Institute of Management) or EPSI (Edu-Pro Solutions India) Brands were there and another side of the glass there was a notice board filed by Photograph of different occasions and seminars. The phone of the master table was giving me the remainder of Nehru Ji and Gandhi Ji time.
“Tell me something about yourself.” He asked while intercepting my journey of office.
“This is Aman Pandey completed my Masters in math from Bundelkhand University and completed my Schooling from Khalsha Inter College Jhansi affiliated to UP Board.” I replied politely.
“And” He interrupted because he wanted to know more.
“I am an artist and writer, make painting and write songs and gazals also.” I replied.
Ok! Ok! He said.
“Now I am acting as a networker in a MLM Company RG Business.”
“Ok! What do you do in this company?” He asked
“I used to give the presentation to our prospective clients and take business from them.” I replied
“Ok! Mr. Aman, tell me the difference between marketing and sales.” He asked the next question.
Here I was thinking that he will ask some more questions about network marketing that’s why I was giving more focus on that because that was my strong area. That is the perfect way of cracking the interview. But he was genius, having more than 25 years of experience in corporate and educational sector, that’s why he changed the topic.
“Sir, sales is giving the product and takes the money and marketing is to understand the need and want of the customers.” I replied
Now he again asked the same question ‘what is the difference between marketing and sales?
I also replied the same and added one more line that was ‘sale is a sort interaction between customer and executive and marketing is long term relationship.’
He again asked the same question, I don’t know what was he wanted to hear from me I think I was not mentioning that line which he wanted to hear.
“Saman do aur Paisa lo……” I shouted in Hindi.
“Why you are giving answer in Hindi if you are comfortable in English.” He interrupted me in between my sentence.
My simple interview was turning in to stress interview and now after many years I came to know that why he was asking that same question again and again because he just wanted to see my temper label and I was fail on that exam but then to I tried to come back on interview track.
“Sir, Hindi and English both are the good language on north India.” I replied
“So you are showing me that you are perfect in both languages.” He fired the next question on me with the big eyes.
“No sir I am not showing any thing and I am not perfect at all.” I replied politely
“And nobody in perfect in this world, you are not perfect in your work.” I added one more comment.
After that I was thinking that what the fuck I done, what the rubbish I done? Nobody can save me now; I thought he is going to kick me out.
“How can you say that I am not perfect?” He fired the next question on me; he wanted more conversation with me that’s why he asked me.
I haven’t given any reply.
Again he asked the same.
When he was asking the question, I was thinking that what I should say. I was not able to say any things but then to he was giving me some another chance to come back in interview. I had two option first I should give the answer and second I should apologies on my comment. I took the decision that I will give the answer.
“Sir, my seven years of experience in art is saying that if you think that you are perfect than your career will be finished that’s why nobody is perfect in this world.” I replied with the help of my art experience.
Now he hasn’t asked the question I think he got the answer.
Triiin, Triiin…..
He pushed the button of doorbell; one peon has entered in room.
“Yes sir.” Peon said.
“Call his father inside.” He gave the order to peon.
Now I thought about myself like the dialogue of Sholay by Gabbar Singh ‘Ab Tera Kya Hoga Kaliya’.
“May I come in?” My dad asked while entering in room.
“Yes! Yes! Please.” He Said and offered the sheet
“Ok Mr. Aman, Who is your ideal person?” He asked
I don’t know why he asked that question in front of my father? What he wanted to know?
“My dad” I said quickly with lot of respect for my dad.
In realty he is more than god for me. He done lot many think for me and one thing he gave me that is friend, he is my dad but with this father-son relation he is my best friend too.
“Your son is saying that you are his ideal person, what you would like to say Mr. Pandey.” Mr. Mishra asked to my father
“No! I don’t want to say anything just want sound career of my son.” My dad said to Mr. Mishra.
“If I’ll tell you that you are not short listed than…?” He asked to me and my dad was looking my face.
“I’ll say thank for giving me time.” I replied with lot of thanks
“Ok! Mr. Aman, just wait outside.” He said
“Thank you sir” I said
“Namaste” My dad said
Now I was waiting outside for my result and talking to my father.
After half an hour Ms. Kamini, one of the faculty members of EPSIM came to me and told me about fee structure and the procedure of filling the formalities. I haven’t listen any word because I was looking her face and figure. She was quite sexy lady, and that time she bore (pahane hue) transparent Salwar Kurta and I was trying to look something else inside the dress, my father tool all necessary paper mine while.
“Yes! Aman Your father will do this formality I made him understand, ok.” Ms. Kamini told to me.
“Ok ma’am” I replied
“You are already late your classes have been started from last week so from tomorrow you are going to join class. Is it ok with you?” She asked me.
“Yes ma’am” I said otherwise I was ready for class on that same day also if she was ready to teach me personally.
I thought I was really so lucky because I got the admission in quiet good branded institute EPSIM rather than other colleges in my small city Jhansi where my class mate specially girls had a big ass and boobs as well as the faculty too. Congratulation Dude! I said to myself.
“Can we see the campus?” My dad asked to Ms. Kamini
“Yes, why not please come with me.” She replied to us.
“Sir, this is computer lab with 50 fully equipped computers, students can access the net over there on free time and take useful knowledge from internet.” Ms Kamini said to us when we were outside the computer lab.
“Oh! Grate, that was another benefit of this college I can download the full movies and songs from there and some time porn movies also.” I thought.
“Sir, this is library.” Ms Kmini said to us.
“How many books are there?” My father asked to her.
“Sir, somewhere around 5000 books are here.” She replied
“Sir, let me show you what special we have in our library.” She added.
“Yes” My father said
When my father and Ms. Kamini were talking about books and their specialty, I was looking something else. One girl was in corner of the room and going through the newspaper, she had long hair and bore brown Salwar Shut.
I was continuously gazing that girl with curiosity.
“Maddy! What are you doing over there?” My father called me.
“Nothing Dad, just looking books.” I replied
Now she casted glances on me, her eyes were ocean of love and sweetness and I got the chance to talk.
“Excuse me ma’am” I called to that girl
“Shulochana, you can call me by my name.” She said to me
“Yap! Nice name, my name is Aman, Aman Ghanshyam Das Pandey and you can call me Maddy.” I replied
“Are you student or faculty?” I asked one silly question to her
“I am student and you?” She replied and asked
“I will be a student too but from tomorrow.” I said and give one unnecessary smile
“Ok, ok.” She said and passed alike smile too.
“Can you just tell me about the faculty, college and other things?” I asked to her
On first time I was asking about college and other things otherwise my father was doing this on behalf of me. I don’t know why.
“Best” She said only one word for my long question.
“Ok! Is there only boring lecture or some kind of fun also?” I asked with curiosity.
“No! Till at there was no any fun but this is a first batch so after some time we will do this also dear.” She replied.
That was the first time in my life that I haven’t thought about any kind of relation with that girl. I don’t know why? Even that girl was so sexy and attractive too but then to I wanted to know her more, I wanted to meet her more, talk to her more.
To be Continue.....................
