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When the clock struck eleven

It was 11 pm. I was walking in the lawn with my friend. I had gained a lot of weight in the past month. I needed to lose it and so I had begun with the routine of late night walks after dinner. This was one of them.
This time is quite special for the love lorn people. When the clock strucks eleven the network of Reliance Telecom become super busy. They have a free night calling scheme at quite affordable price for Local as well as STD users. And since I stay in a girls’ hostel this is a common sight. Students normally look for such cheap schemes. I have become quite used to all this now. Every floor has girls talking in the corridor, stairs, balcony, inside their blankets, the lawn and the washrooms too. Funny as it may sound but this is the reality. They indulge in lovely romantic talks, whispering sweet nothings to each other, some of them also fight and lots of conversation and this is the actual time when hostellers become active.
Well this was just another night. I was with my friend talking about all the girly stuff. I started noticing girls and since I am not deaf and they are quite loud I could hear their conversation. I know eaves dropping is wrong but I couldn’t shut my ears as well.  
I could make out what they were talking about. One of them was talking to a gal friend. I guess her friend was facing some relationship problems. I knew the girl. She often comes in my flat to meet one of the residents of my flat. She was acting like a big relationship counsellor. Here is how she was talking:
“I am telling you Snigdha you just shouldn’t believe him. So what if he asks you to? You don’t have to go out with him. Show some attitude. Don’t always agree to what he says. Refuse for a date sometimes. And why do you have to buy a gift for him every time? Does he give any? Why should you burn your pocket? He should be the one doing it. If things go on like this you will never have any control on him or your relation. Just do what I say. The next time he calls, say you are busy. Why do you have to talk to him every time he calls and sacrifice your sleep? Learn to say No”
I just listened to her, no comments, nothing. We kept on walking. One flat in our building is occupied by some Kashmiri boys who find it difficult to speak Hindi. One of them talks to someone on phone daily at night, probably his girl friend. He speaks in his colloquial language and literally shouts his voice out. Just because we don’t understand his language doesn’t mean he will shout on the top of his voice. Shouting won’t make the network better I believe. We all know Reliance sucks at night but the cheap rates leave no other option. My friend and I, both of us had great fun noticing his expressions while he was talking. We were trying to figure out whether he was talking normally or having a quarrel. 😉
Now we had case No.3. She was talking to her boyfriend. We could decipher this from her way of talking and her voice modulation. She was walking just in front of us. But then we abandoned her thinking we shouldn’t disturb a couple at night. We are mischievous but we aren’t the bad girls.
And when we were thinking of leaving the place, we found the exact person we were looking for. A girl came walking steadily. It was quite obvious she was fighting with her boyfriend.
She said, “No I don’t want to hear anything. You do this every time. You are always busy to meet me. Noida isn’t much far. If you wanted we could have met but you never want to. You always have time for cricket, for billiards, for friends but never for me. I am always secondary. Why should I take a backseat? Why?”
We laughed and gave each other knowing looks. We wanted to listen to some more.
“No, now I don’t want to meet. You sit and enjoy.”
I guess he thought meeting was better than fighting 😛
“So what if it is Sunday tomorrow. You were busy today and I am busy tomorrow.”
I think he said that it is a Sunday the next day so they could meet up.
“No I don’t want to. Get it in your head.”
Beep beep
She was abusing him. Wow! This was getting more enjoyable. 😛
Man and then she started crying. We looked at each other. It was time to move onto the next Case.
New Sample. She was talking to don’t know who but she said something like “I? When did I call him names? I would never ever utter slang, not even in my dreams. Fuck man and that too for him. You bitch, how could you say that to him?”
We laughed. She wouldn’t use slangs in dreams but she could use it when she was awake.
“See if you like him then please tell me. Be honest. Just say “Yes” or “No” because I can’t see any person who loves him other than me. I would probably kill her.”
Hahaha..This gal was funny.
I saw the time in my watch. It was 11:45 p.m. It was time to go back to our rooms. We came back enjoying the scene there.
I know I had taken all this in fun but then had love reduced to such lowly acts? When you wouldn’t meet your love even when you had a chance to? Would you advice your friend to how some attitude and arrogance in a relation?
Was this love?
I sighed and switched on the night lamp.

10 Comments

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    Rosaline

    March 19, 2012

    hey loved this post 🙂
    got reminded of my hostel days 😛

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    Harshita Srivastava

    March 19, 2012

    thanks dearie 🙂

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    Ansul

    March 20, 2012

    nic one harshita.. that was interesting.

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    Harshita Srivastava

    March 20, 2012

    thank you Ansul 🙂
    stay in touch 🙂

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    Alok Upadhayay

    March 21, 2012

    Hay,found it quiet interesting… Actually got your link from your like on my FB status, then found link to your another blog, spent some time with your posts..(must say… really good..), since I m a blogger as well, keep on writing.. ur blogs made me to read more and found link to this blog and now this post reminded me my college days….
    Must say… well written and nicely narrated…

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    Harshita Srivastava

    March 22, 2012

    thank you for taking out your precious time for my blog, Mr. Upadhyay and also for the compliment…And yes I have liked your blog page on FB ad I have been following ur blog since the past few months:)

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    Shivani

    March 22, 2012

    I could almost every imagine the whole scene in my head..great going gal….

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    Harshita Srivastava

    March 23, 2012

    thanks a ton Shivani…
    🙂
    God bless

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    Mayank Saxena

    March 24, 2012

    hahaahhahaha

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    Harshita Srivastava

    March 26, 2012

    😀

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