life in IIT (the other side)

"Are you calling us sluts?" one of them asked and I didn't know what to say. Recently I and Karan (fictitious name) went out for dinner. There were these two girls on the table right next to ours. They were checking us out ( needless to say that we were checking them out too because we actually check every girl out). They walked out of the restaurant the same time as we did. No, actually we walked out of the restaurant as they did. We were standing out and they deliberately passed by three four times. It was an indication enough to go and talk to them. I went up to them and said "Do you want to share a ride?". One of them said "What do you want?". I was kind of taken aback and before I could reply, she said "Do you want to become friends?" and Karan jumped in and said "yes, let's go for coffee". Actually I was suggesting a movie but Karan thought it would be inappropriate since it was the first time that we were meeting. So while we were in the coffee house, I said "When you asked 'what do we want?' I thought you were prostitutes" and to this she said "Are you calling us sluts?". I wanted to point out that there is a difference between a slut and a prostitute but for Karan's sake I didn't. So they walked out, Karan followed them and tried to persuade them. I had to finish my coffee and sandwich. I had heard that leaving food unfinished is disrespecting the food so I didn’t follow them. In the end Karan got their numbers and I came empty handed (but I got to eat Karan’s sandwich as well).

Lately I have been told that I am a male chauvinist. In all my stories guys are portrayed as protagonists and girls as antagonists. I have been suggested to be a little more feminist. So in this story I am trying to be a feminist to the very extreme. I am narrating the story from a girl's point of view. So let us begin.

                                                       Start of story

                                                        DISCLAMER

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

A special thanks to all the girls in my college who shared their experiences of college life which played a very vital role in the story.

A special thanks to Gulshan Kumar as I am hoping that T-series will sponsor this story.

There were ten boys in a row outside the canteen, who were staring at me. I felt like going up to them and asking "Do you have an X-ray machine fitted in your eyes?". This was the biggest drawback of being in an IIT. Guys would keep ogling at you but none of them actually has the balls to come up to a girl and even say "Hi". Leaving that aside, the first year college life was awesome. We were in the capital of the country and also we were provided with all the basic amenities ( something which you seldom find in government hostels). We were ten girls in a class with hundred guys which was weird in the beginning but then we got used to it.

But among the hundred guys, there was this one guy who I found really cute. His name was dipanshu (oh sorry, he is still alive so his name is dipanshu ). I wanted him to come up to me and talk. But instead of talking to me, one day he sent me a text, that too a forwarded text.

But then we started messaging like 24 hours a day. It was quite obvious that both of us liked each other but a formal proposal was missing. I dropped some hints which he picked and asked me out. He even asked me out over a text. But I was more than happy that at least he asked me out.

The IITD cultural Fest Rendezvous approached. That was the first time we went in public like a couple. We even took part in a dancing competition in which only couples are allowed. So either you have a girl or you ask a girl to take part in the competition with you. So it was the best way to score girls in Rendezvous( I got to know from somewhere that a couple of years later, a junior of mine was going up to girls for the same event and asking "want to hookup tonight?"). So after the competition I accompanied him to his hostel gate. So it was official now, we were dating. The first year went without any hassles.

The problem arose when we entered the second year and were shifted to Punjab. Our campus didn't even have the basic amenities like running water or twenty four hours electricity. I was feeling really low so one day Dipanshu came up to me and asked in a serious tone "Ishika, are you PMSing?". I was like "Ya Dipanshu you are right, for the past one month, I have been PMSing". He knew that he had to shut up. The only good thing was that my home is in Chandigarh itself so my home was nearby and I used to go back home every other weekend. So gradually I got used to the new campus and the second year passed away.

Being the relationship I actually ended up secluding myself from everyone else in the campus except Dipanshu. It was like my world resided in him and I didn't care about anyone else. I was pretty sure that I wanted to marry him( something which every girl thinks when in a relationship). I even made him meet my parents over dinner.

As we came in last year of our college life, we started having differences. I am a die hard romantic (like every other Indian girl). And he is more or less a stoic but since both were still on campus and together so we sorted things out. But then I got a job in India and he opted for a job in the US so differences just grew, we used to have tiffs over one thing or the other. Finally after two months we parted ways.

The only thing I regret is that I didn't mix up with other people in my college and didn't make more friends. But I  don't blame him for anything because the opposite of love is not hatred, it is indifference. I just hope that wherever he is, with whomsoever he is, he has  a great life ahead.

                                                       THE END

"Has anyone ever  written a story about you before?" I asked Ishika. She said "No". I said "So I am your first?". She said "You are funny". I said "You know there is a saying". She said "what?". I said "That you never forget your first". We laughed out loud ( if lol literally means laughing out loud).

I am thinking of gifting her my tee. The one which says Single with experience.
I still don't have a plot for my next post so someone please be kind enough to  share some experience of their life so that I can write my next post.

Later
Sidhant