Delhi Diaries: 2

So it's been a semester and a half and Delhi has been treating me well. Things have not cooked up much since the last post but yeah I have made a few more acquaintances in this alien land. Lately, I have been introspecting on how my life would have been had I chosen to stay back in Kolkata. More soulful, definitely. But dull, nonetheless. That little adventure in every mundane task, that perpetual feeling of thrill, that feeling of brazen liberty, ah, that's something that makes Delhi worthwhile.

College has been the same though. Those same blunt stares, that alien like treatment and those pitiful eyes all gazing down at me every time I am found perched alone in the ever so cheerful canteen. Its weird how solitude has become such an abstract concept amongst the so called modern college goers. I have lost count of how many times unknown faces have come lingering around asking the same banal questions " why do you always stay alone? " " Don't you get bored?". It's not that I like it all the time of course, this being alone thing, but it has always been like this. I have never been good with people. I could never tolerate the obsequious, loud and showy ones.

I might be perceived as an anomaly in today's generation. A diversion from the stereotypical undergraduates. But awkward as it may sound, I've never been more proud of myself. It's true that I feel terribly lonely at times and burn with jealousy when I see those groups on the lawns happily chortling and breaking into smiles. But every good thing comes with a price right? Moreover it was my own decision to leave behind my city and come to Delhi. My roommate has been such a blessing for me. Perhaps, she is the reason which makes me say that Delhi is good. And my totally unexpected reunion with my high school love has left me spellbound of course. So practically I am left with these three people in Delhi. My only three lifelines. Her, him and HIM.

Watching movies have become an almost quotidian task for me. One or two everyday. Sometimes more but rarely less. Studies had taken a back seat for like a month in between when I had lost my head in the infamous Delhi University fests. In fact I had even invested a tremendous amount of time organizing one at our college without realizing how pointless it all was. Obviously, it ended up to be almost cataclysmic and then I spent the next few days regretting every single second that I wasted.

I also spent a considerable amount of time touring around in Delhi with my beloved boy. Well, you do know what happens when old love is rekindled, don't u? I suppose I have covered every place worth visiting. There have also been midnight parties. Big, fat, ugly ones! I danced like crazy. I got drunk like crazy. I collapsed like crazy. Perks of being 18. Haha. So now summing up everything, I am happy. Things are going as per my wish. I have got three wonderful people by my side. Life's good. 
Till the next time, adios.

Delhi Diaries.

Little did I know about what was in store for me in this puny not so famous college of this infamous university. With a heavy heart and fake courage etched on every muscle of my face, I moved in to Delhi, fingers crossed, hoping for the best. The first day was totally dismal. The strange faces combined with their their nonchalance towards me, the indifferent attitude of the teachers and the suffocating atmosphere made the college a perfect dystopian world. I was clueless regarding my chances of survival in this foreign land. At once I made up my mind to return to my hometown but a look at the family photo reminded me of the acrimony between me and my parents which had escalated in the recent past. No, there was no returning back now.

I used to walk about the narrow dusty corridors of the college premises carrying a tantalizing smile on my face that belied my inner turmoil. I was a head turner. People watched me from a distance ; they treated me like a fascinating object. This continued till the day I met him. 

HIM. He was a comfort, the only island in this sea of inhospitality. There was something magnetic about him. His radiant personality, friendly gestures and that warm smile drew unprecedented amount of attention. I was particularly impressed by the inherent calmness with which he handled all the daily chores.

He had this amazing ability to listen. Yes, to keep quiet and LISTEN. It's a rarity these days. He was a person, I knew, I could call up anytime and mutter gibberish and I knew, even one hour into the chat, that he was paying utmost attention to every trivial detail of the mundane routine things. He was someone before whom I did not have to think twice, someone who made me rethink, someone I could pour all my frustration into, someone who lived by the day, someone who taught me to live by the day, someone whom I could hug anytime I wanted and I knew he would hug me right back, someone who never got bored of my relentless rantings, someone fiercely liberal, someone ruthlessly cute, someone who made college life possible.  

He was one in a million. With him, every moment deserved being captured. He added colour to my monochrome life, gave a boost to my fading zeal, a spark to my lacklustre eyes, a touch of pink to my white wings, cleansed me of my plagued thoughts and made me smile a thousand smiles. To you, dear one, I raise my cauldron full of hot bubbling love. 

Here's to our perennial friendship and the wonderful years lying ahead. 
Cheers, mate. :)

P.S  I might have acted like a cheese ball and made it all cheesy but hey, I love you OK? Never ever ever change for anyone. Remain the annoying idiot that you are. ;)