And thus for Ganpatangi days were passing in the college as if they would
have got wings. His friend Vijay was also one of the factors for this.
As Ganpatangi is from lower middle class, he knows very well the
importance of studies in his life. His father is a nominal farmer and he
understands the responsibility of growth and prosperity of his family, so he
considers studies quite important. As such the resources available to him are
sufficient to meet the ends but he aspires for more and more.
“What ganpat? Whenever I see you, you are always engaged in studies.”
“What else I should do, if not this?”
“Aree!!Let’s go to see some dance!, today there is an inter-college dance
competition.”
“Internal exams are just ahead and you want to enjoy dance!”
“Aree!! Lets go! It will be chance for us for some change, which will be smoothening
to our eyes and heart.”
“I really tell you Vijay colonialism might have been eradicated but it
still exists in you. I have never seen a person as much interested as you are
in dancing and singing”
“I agree, I agree!” ,“But first rise from the seat, we need to go, you
may fight with me later too”
“OK, as you wish”
“Aree Yar! This is the same girl!”
“Which one? who?”
“You will not get it? Well what is her name?”
“Shruti Khandaliya”
And then Ganpatangi lost somewhere.... in his own world.......
Tad...tad...tad...tad...tad...tad.........the hall started echoing with
the sound of claps. Ganpatangi came to his senses.
Shruti got first price and thus kept the glory of “Anand Arts College”
for 25th time in co-curriculum activities.
Time runs easily. Soon the internal exams got over. Ganpatangi topped the
college. All the eyes were searching for him. But ganpating who believed in
minding his own business was sitting in the right corner of class and reading
famous article “Ashok ke Phool” and smiling at the beauty of composition by
Pandit Hazari Prasad Dwivedi.
“Are you Ganpatangi?”
“Yes.”
“Hi! I am Shruti, I am in C section. I have come here to congra...tulate
you and...”
“Do you want to say something else?” Ganpatangi asked while looking all
the sides to find if there was someone or not.
He remembered the incident which had happened 3 months back.
“I want to apologise from you for the incident which happenedin the bus.
We had dusted the seat of bus with help of your bag, which was really wrong. We
ought not to have done that if we would not have been without seat continuously
for 3 days in the regular trip.”
“That’s ok!”, “But did you find it appropriate to dust the seat of bus
with bag of some one?”
“No and I really apologise for that, but it was really difficult for me
to stop so many friends.”
“Why did you change the route? I was so desperate to say sorry to you.”
“Fine, what happened, it happened! Leave it.” “By the way, congrats!!!
You have topped the college.”
“Congrats to you too, you dance very well!”
“Really?”
“Yup! I was there in the function while you were dancing.”
“......and I used to think that you cannot think anything other than
studies.”
And slowly smile floated on their faces.
“Coffee?” “ Would you like to have Coffee?”
“Ok, but I will pay the bill as first I should give the treat for winning
dance competition.”
“That’s fine with me.”
How beautiful it looks to see some gorgeous girl sitting in front of you
and sipping hot coffee.....
How simple and sober he is...just like a kid....
“Did you say something?”
“nopes” “And you?”
“No, nothing at all.”
“Why don’t you start coming from the same route by which I come?”
“Hmm I too am thinking the same.”
“Stop thinking, and do it. All my friends have purchased scooters and I
have become lonely. You will have to come with me, ok!”
“Fine dear, I will come with you by the same route.”
This way Shruti and Ganpatangi started to commute together.
In world the beauty of relations exists in being together. If the togetherness
is extracted from relations, it takes very less time to shake the pillars of
relations.
As a result of this togetherness their bonding got strength. And one day
it transformed into love.
Reserving the seats for each other, commuting together became normal and
phenomenal. In the mean time Ganpatangi had topped college for the first year
which made him more noticeable.
Next year he had been wished rose day by Shruti with a red rose in one
hand and yellow rose in other. It could be made out easily that she was
confused whether she loved him or was considering him a friend. Ganpatangi
chose the red rose and proposed her at the spot. The distance between them was
depleting and uneasiness was adding on day by day.
One day Shruti told, “Ganpat you are so silly, I have to hint everything
to you.” “sometimes I just think whether you are a man or not?”
“Oh, is it so? Just be there, I will let you know!”.....
The bus arrived and both of them reached at the last seat of bus.
After the checking of passes by conductor, both started whispering among
themselves.
“So what you were telling?”
“That you don’t know anything about women.”
“Now you see what I do!”
“What will you do?”
“I will kiss you.”
“What the hell, in front of these many people?!!”
Shh!..Shhh...Shhh!! “put your head in my lap” with these words a mild
kiss had already been planted below Shruti’s left ear.
As if, a current would have passed through Shruti. She did what had been
said to her. Shruti’s face was in Ganpat’s lap. It seemed as if Ganpat’s
naughty emotions were caring the hair strand of Shruti in the form of his playful
fingers.
While she was enjoying these moments she felt the warmth of breath on her
face. She got excited, but kept calm seeing the situation. But there was no
stopping; it was a series of kisses.
It became difficult for her to be calm. She waited for her turn and
enjoyed till her soul got satisfied.
What an irony it was! Ganpat who used to think that such incidents may be
part of bollywood films only & used to get amazed was going through the
same experiences.
But in spite of these things his focus had not shifted from the studies
and presence of Shruti in his life motivated him to study harder.
He knew it well that his capability had brought them together. If he
would not have been as good and evident he would not have got his love. If you
are not successful and useful to others even beggars at the corner of road
don’t care about you, what to say about others.
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