Guilt trip
I recently got to know that my writing has some value. Obviously not from the literary point of view. But someone named his daughter 'artika' (a fictitious name used by me in one of the posts). He liked the name. I was thinking of writing a book, I think I should write a book on names parents can keep of their children. But from a serious point of view, I am glad to hear that someone actually named his daughter after reading my writings. I wish her all the happiness and luck in the world.
Luck reminds me, I met with an accident yesterday. A cow came running towards my car and hit it head on. The windshield got thrashed, the bonnet and bumper are done but I came out without a bruise. It was good that I was wearing shades otherwise pieces of glass from the windshield might have gone in my eyes. The cow came running straight towards my car. It seems I am doomed to die but surprisingly I don't. I think it was a kind of indication that I need to bring about a change in myself. But, people like me never change. They are born this way and they die this way. I put the picture of the thrashed car online and people even liked it as if it was good that it happened.
This story is about my experiences in the first year of college.
I needed some friends in Chandigarh because it was an integral part of my college life. Two of my closest friends were in Chandigarh but both of them were guys. I was introduced to Sonal by a mutual friend at a wedding in Delhi. She was from Chandigarh. We got talking and exchanged numbers. She was in a serious relationship (so she was like the ideal girl).
The first day at college sucked to say the least. I had nothing to look forward to except meeting Sonal. We met up a couple of times in the following week. We used to have those late night calls and I sensed she was falling for me. I on the other hand, was just passing my time because I had nothing else to do in college. Well, as the title of the blog says, I still have nothing else to do. But now I have developed a new passion, in writing.
She called me up one day, crying and said that she broke up with her boyfriend because they were having a lot of fights lately. I didn't say anything because they were together for years and I was a nobody. I had no rights to say anything. I just consoled her.
We met for about another month. One day, it was dark and desolated and we were in a car. I felt like it was the apt moment. I kissed her on the cheek. She didn't resist it. Then we made out.
We made out a couple of more times in the following days. The only that was left was that I propose. She even dropped some hints. I knew what I had to do.
I stopped talking to her abruptly and that was
The End
I guess I was guilty, because I felt that I was somehow responsible for her break up with her boyfriend, that's why I stopped talking to her. I wanted to show her how ruthless and mean, guys are in this world. One month later I found out that she was back with her guy. So sometimes for doing something good, you have to be the bad guy.
Luck reminds me, I met with an accident yesterday. A cow came running towards my car and hit it head on. The windshield got thrashed, the bonnet and bumper are done but I came out without a bruise. It was good that I was wearing shades otherwise pieces of glass from the windshield might have gone in my eyes. The cow came running straight towards my car. It seems I am doomed to die but surprisingly I don't. I think it was a kind of indication that I need to bring about a change in myself. But, people like me never change. They are born this way and they die this way. I put the picture of the thrashed car online and people even liked it as if it was good that it happened.
This story is about my experiences in the first year of college.
I needed some friends in Chandigarh because it was an integral part of my college life. Two of my closest friends were in Chandigarh but both of them were guys. I was introduced to Sonal by a mutual friend at a wedding in Delhi. She was from Chandigarh. We got talking and exchanged numbers. She was in a serious relationship (so she was like the ideal girl).
The first day at college sucked to say the least. I had nothing to look forward to except meeting Sonal. We met up a couple of times in the following week. We used to have those late night calls and I sensed she was falling for me. I on the other hand, was just passing my time because I had nothing else to do in college. Well, as the title of the blog says, I still have nothing else to do. But now I have developed a new passion, in writing.
She called me up one day, crying and said that she broke up with her boyfriend because they were having a lot of fights lately. I didn't say anything because they were together for years and I was a nobody. I had no rights to say anything. I just consoled her.
We met for about another month. One day, it was dark and desolated and we were in a car. I felt like it was the apt moment. I kissed her on the cheek. She didn't resist it. Then we made out.
We made out a couple of more times in the following days. The only that was left was that I propose. She even dropped some hints. I knew what I had to do.
I stopped talking to her abruptly and that was
The End
I guess I was guilty, because I felt that I was somehow responsible for her break up with her boyfriend, that's why I stopped talking to her. I wanted to show her how ruthless and mean, guys are in this world. One month later I found out that she was back with her guy. So sometimes for doing something good, you have to be the bad guy.
You can share some incident with me. Mail me at sid1391990@gmail.com
Later
Sidhant
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