"Every time I close my eyes I see her so vividly;
that makes me feel that time is only ticking away timidly;
where do I begin my cute little love story;
that for ages now remained with me as a mystery..... "
Oh my GOD!!! it isn't that easy writing a book. Believe me, especially one that is real and filled with lots of details. Anyways after a lot of encouragement and push from my friends, I finally agreed to immortalize my love life in these lifeless pages. Yes! I decided to write a novel. After reading all those books based on love stories which my intelligent friends from IITs and IIMs have penned down, I felt reassured and confident that even my story deserved a place among the national best sellers and a hearing to the many young lovers in my beautiful country. But where do I begin? Thats the whole problem. Since It got to start somewhere I chose the date 1st June,1996 to be the starting point of my story. It was my 1st day in this new school and I was joining for std-2. Gals, here comes the LOVER BOY.
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With the sweet chirping of the birds ringing alarm in his ears, DHANANJAY slept dreamily on his huge water bed. The hurrying sounds of the waves from the Bay of Bengal next to his house and the noises from the vegetable vendors on the streets made it clear that yet another beautiful night passed by. [ OH! wait, didn't I tell you who Dhananjay is---- well that's my name - dhananjay a.k.a DEEJAY....cool isn't it?]
The Hogwarts that year was under high scrutiny and heavily securitized given the fact that SIRIUS BLACK, the notorious criminal from the prisons of Azkaban escaped very recently. However that didn't stop Deejay Potter and Hermoine in trying out thier little adventures in Horwarts. As deejay along with hermoine was wandering in the wilderness of the jungle, he suddenly felt a huge THUD@#$#% on his head and heard someone saying... " u idiot! wake up! u stay awake all night watching some stupid movies and sleep like a sloth all morning. Get up! Get up! or else u will get one more on your head." Were those the words of MADAM MCGREGOR or my MOM!!!!
As this scary thought passed my mind, I got up immediately to avoid the music that my mom is trying to produce on my head using her kitchen utensils. However that meant hermoine was gone yet again. "So that was a dream" I thought to myself. "Mom! whats the hurry? Its not even 8'o clock" I complained. "Don't u remember, Its your 1st day in this new school and don't u want to go a little early and give a good impressions about yourself, CHINNA!!!"
There you go, this is one thing I hate about all moms. Why do they call their super looking kids with funny and weird names like chinna, chintu, chinnu? If calling you thus at home is one thing, its totally embarrassing when they address you lat in front of your friends and even worse before gals. Don't they realize that its spoiling the funky image of their kids? How about some thing like deejay.
"Mom! remember to address me as deejay infront of my friends."
"Ok! baba, now you get up and get ready while I prepare your break fast."
