Junior Year

With the start of Junior Year of college, it was expected of us to get a bit serious about life. It could decide our future careers. Inside the college, we ruled our lives. It was possibly the best time of our lives. And when I say we, I don't mean just Uzair, Hardik and Me. I speak on behalf of every possible college student.

I had a set of 11 most amazing people in my life. And my group ranged from the class Toppers to the Flunkers. We were a constant pain in the ass for the Head Of  Department. But it wasn't about grades, we all complemented each other really well, the unity. We got sad when anyone of us was going through a tough time. We were proud and enjoyed each other's success. There was no bitching about anyone. Whatever was to say was said on the face. I was experiencing this for the first time in my life. I felt like we all were made for each other. Of course when you are in a co-ed group, Shit happens. Nitika had a huge crush on Uzair. Who can blame her ? I was surprised there weren't more of them.

It was our industrial visit to Air Force Station, Jamnagar. It was a 10 hour drive. We were damn excited about the trip. We were planning to have an extended trip to Daman. The visit was supposed to be a two day trip. Most of us had lied of a four day visit at home which included an extended two day visit. The industrial visit was a boring one and we had to report back in town after the visit. We were back. We left for Daman at six in the morning. It was a 4 hour drive. Daman can be called as poor man's Goa as Gujarat is a dry state, No Alcohol. All of us got sloshed, most of us smoked our lungs out. The best two days of my life.

Returning to the routine life, I had exams on head. Out of boredom I logged in my Facebook account to check out latest Liverpool news. I noticed a fellow supporter on a fan page, name said Keya. We had some interaction and I was just amazed by how much passion a girl can share for a football team. I checked out her profile, I was just charmed by her profile picture. I sent her a friend request. An hour later, I got a facebook message.

It said, "sorry, but I don't add strangers." I was sad. But instead the player inside me woke up. I gathered my wits and replied "How about, you get to know me. And then, I wont be a stranger ?" It worked. Soon we were talking. She hadn't accepted my friend's request. Not yet. I still remember. It was sunday. She had to go to church. And she said bye. I didn't want her to go. I enjoyed talking to her. She was christian. Probably my first christian friend. Not yet. I logged out and went for soccer practice.

The day went awesome, I had talked to the girl, whose facebook page I had been stalking since long. I wanted to know her. I wanted to be her friend. I was progressing at that. I was happy. I went to sleep with a smile on my face despite being tired from the soccer practice.

Next day, the first thing I did was to check my Facebook. If she was online. If she had expected me to be online last night. If she wanted to talk to me. But as soon as I logged in, I had a wide smile on my face. Keya has accepted your friend's request. I was ecstatic to see that. I literally jumped around. I know that was creepy, but she was like no other girl I had talked with. She was completely different and better than any other girl I had known. She was like a breath of fresh air in my otherwise monotonous life.