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It’s An NDA Love Story. (Part III)
Edited By: Sonali Singh on March 19, 2012
What to do? When you have to choose between what is right and what makes you happy. Although going with what makes you happy is always the rosier option but they say, what is right will eventually make you happy.
I was not sure, I just couldn’t reach a decision so escaping the situation was the easiest way out and that’s exactly what I did. Yes, I stood him up. What could I possibly tell Avijit? How could I ever explain the mess I had created in my head which ultimately made things messier. He’s the kind, who would take life as it comes. Thinking and planning just don’t exist in his dictionary. Telling him that, “even though the feelings are mutual, I can’t get into a relationship with you”, would have made things weird for him. To me, being in a relationship and being committed are still somewhat synonymous. It’s too big a risk to take; rather he is too good a friend to take a risk with.
Avijit is my best BEST friend! He has been with me through the entire roller coaster ride, life has recently been. The pre-board fiasco, when even I had given up on myself. He would always be there to deal with the nervous pangs. He used to text motivational poems, copied from his room’s posters crazily stupid he is! When Shadow, my dog died. He only knows how he handled me or rather got me to handle myself. We have shared some immensely crazy moments too… making fun of sissy couples, climbing on the “tower” (water tank) as we call it, locking people up in their houses!! lol…… Falling for each other was but natural because WE perfectly fit the bill! But, he is going to no other random educational institution but the N.D.A. Being a ‘fauji kid’ (army officer’s kid), I am well aware of how his life’s going to be. It’s good for him and bad for me. For I am expected to be more understanding but I already understand too much to want to understand some more!
It is an undeniable FACT that, old flames can’t be friends. Long distance relationships are as it is difficult to handle. I have seen people breaking up after three long years of dating because of one month of long distance issues. Starting something romantic in this scenario, doesn’t seem like such a wise option to me. Considering I’m now a North Campus chic! ;D (I’m just being realistic!). What an absolute jerk he has been! It took him so long! And the best time he could find was when my E.C.A auditions were lined up! On the last day, I agree, I screwed up, but had he only given me some more time. We could have talked it out and well… if nothing else, things would have been more settled.
I’ll just hope, he turns out to be more mature than I am and understands me. Urrrrrrrgghhh I can’t even call him! Why can he not call once! Yea why should he? He is too cool for that! hmmmph….. Even if he wants to, the super big ego of his won’t let him….. At least, not so soon. But he knows me, knows me well enough. So he should understand that I have the super capacity of messing things up. Messing up big time!!
Meanwhile in Khadakwasla……
It has been a week since I stepped into this new world. Dude! This is the closest to hell i have ever been! But yea its fun too!
First day, first shock!! The biggest shock actually… The one inevitable thing I dreaded the most, the HAIRCUT!! One can’t even call it a haircut for ‘haircut’ is too decent a word. You simply wait for your turn and brrrrrrrrr….. It is just GONE! It’s a new identity altogether. You are no more the person you were. All the attitude of yours just drains out. I am now a cadet, Cadet Avijit Singh, Foxtrot squadron, National Defence Academy.
Your squadron is your new wicked family. You live, eat, enjoy and get royally screwed together! Course mates are your ‘bros’ and seniors…. well….. Depends…… ahem… A lot has happened in this one week. New place, new people, new cabin and a new ‘buddy’. I was LOST. Issuing stuff, getting to know and then begin to follow the rules, and the traditions. Everything in one go, sure takes a toll on you. Not just physically, but mentally too. Perhaps that’s why they say, “Do you have it in you?” ( Ahaa collars raised ).
It was the first day and all the first termers were called for the introduction. We were made to stand in a line and then it began. One by one, I saw my course mates being sorted out. One senior said something funny (at least it was funny to me) and i burst out laughing. The room turned silent and then I could feel the piercing glares. “You! Step forward.” “What’s your name?” I knew I had invited trouble… I said “Sir, Avijit”. “What is this “SIR”?”. “Have you been given the title of Sir?”. I replied, “Sorry Sir, my name is Cadet Avijit Singh.”. Another senior asked, “Which school are you from?” I had already got a lot of feedback from my school and now N.D.A seniors about the special treatment we Tapsites get here. I looked at my school senior, who happens to be in the same squadron, giving me a sly smile, and then I said, “Sir, Army Public School, Dhaulakuan.” I knew this has surely put some bonus ‘rolling’ and multiple ‘get wets’ and other punishments to my credit. The senior smiled, smiled and then addressed my course mates and said, “Now we’ll have Avijit show us a demo of all the punishments.”…………Sigh.. I should have kept shut. Aah! My back still hurts!! It’s a cliche here and it’s definitely so for a reason, “Going through hell…. Keep Going.”
Life is simple here. A treat of a single pastry can absolutely make your day. After a while you get used to the ‘ragda’ (punishments) also…. Girls are nowhere in the vicinity, but still they are present in almost everything. From serious buddy talk, to random senseless jokes, or the long line in front of the phone booth, or of course within the deep dark corners of the cabins ;D.
Everyone has some story of their own. Some truly madly deeply in ‘lau’, or some are like me, standing on the no man’s land. Now I truly understand what “it’s complicated” on the social networking site means. My situation is still a lot better than many here.
After a busy day, when you finally hit the bed. The crazy head instead of getting some sleep prefers to think about Khyati. I will be crossing the limits of reasonable optimism but seriously what if she did what she did because of a justifiable reason? I think I will call her once. Just to be sure. So much has already been invested; a little more will do no harm. So yes! Tomorrow I’ll make sure I speak to her.
How the future unfolds is yet to be told.