Little ME

Hello, how’s you doing. I think life is going tough day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute and moment by moment. I know its really getting tough but sometimes I really wonders that whether this kind of perplexity of just living in this planet exists in earlier days. Well I think most of us would have said that the kind of life we are living is much worse than it is used to be in earlier days. May be, earlier I also holds the same view but now I think I m on the other side. Life will never be simple and easy, no matter what the conditions of society, technology and science are or would be. The degree of toughness is more or less the same in every ages, every decade, every century. However the form may be different. Anyways, not boring you with my personal view and endless debate which could be triggered easily on the above question, I should come directly to the point rather than beating around the bush.
This is not a story but an incident or to be precise and exact its an accident which really changed my life, which is always the duty of an accident i.e. to change lives. So do mine also has changed. And as per the rules the accident details should not be tampered with hence except alosys real identity and few other minor details, every information, incident conveyed is true or we can say it’s a part of history kept hidden safely within few hearts who happens to be someone’s grandfather or someone’s father or some renowned people of our very own society.



This is not for those who believes its impossible. For it would be impossible for me to supply reasons for what you would be reading and for what I m doing with my life, in my life, of my life. You may find it really nonsense and the most idiotic thing you have read. And I m grateful to them for they have at least reacted and showed some concern for their involvement and waste of their time. I m not saying that they are wrong because I believe that for looking at a river there are many ways depending on the side on which you are standing. And I stand on the non believer’s side and really respecting for the people who are standing on either side. It their perception about their life and how it should be lived and so do I demand respect or silence for my way also.

If you people still goes on reading further then let me confront you with a vital and true fact or you can say a small test:
· Seven years of my belief, my love.
· Chatted on net for only hundred times.
· Seen her only three times and that too for the first time after five years.
· Didn’t heard her voice and never seen on webcam.
If you still insist that these are not nonsense then you may further go on, on your own risk.
I think and in fact I believe that for those who believe even in the slightest form of love then they really don’t believe in love. Love and impossible are both enemy of each other. For love cannot remain in hearts filled with suspicion, impossible. And impossible cannot find place in hearts of those who believe in love.
This book is only about truth and the entire incidence inscribed here are inscribed in my past as a part of it. I have changed my name but I have not changed her name for reason because I want you to relate her as the author and the reason for the book. I m just used by her or her medium to communicate to you all. You can say in short that she is using me and I m very much happy about it. I m changing the name of the paces involved in it for the same reason that she is using me, and I love to be used by her.
I m always a champion at making English worse from my school time though it was an English medium and my condition is worse than ever for it is my carelessness and nothing else to improve upon it. So I apologize for being terrible with the grammar and please don’t mind them.
I think I have bored you a lot so not wasting your important time lets get started.



Now since I m involved in it can I ask pardon for introducing myself. I will not take much of yours time.
I used to be a horny virgin child (till today). I really don’t know what it means literally and exactly but so far my little knowledge is concerned it describes me well. I even don’t remember since when I was like this but I have found myself life this only. The only thing that changes is the first figure that is my age, keeps adding every year and now it’s twenty four. Its funny but I should confess that when I was in fourth grade I was caught of keeping Pooja Bedi semi-nude picture in my dictionary. Well apart from that horny and virgin junk, I always talk crap with the girls. I mean I cannot live without talking to girls and believe me girls cannot live much after talking to me. I think that’s why when I was admitted to my engineering college my father inquired only about the number of girls applied. And when he came back he was smiling wickedly (for merchant navy only a handful of girls applies till today).
Anyways that’s me and that’s more than enough for you to know about me.
Now not beating around the bush and starting the story. In fact I should not call this a story a true incident or rather true accident.
My first year in my college was in his dying stage and I was preparing to go to the second year and still I don’t have that decent man status of having a girlfriend. I don’t know when it comes to girls why in my college years I was like a black cat. This city was a stranger 1000 miles away from my home and only two girls in class against 106 boys. Besides this these we call them as non-existing girls not beautiful enough to help us in getting that macho status. Hence like all I have restricted myself to the outsiders.
Every week someone or the other is getting his due status of decent and normal man and look at me I still don’t have a chatting lead. Like in business we have leads so do we have chatting leads. The girls who chat with you regularly and then after weeks of chatting for hours on internet they comes to the next level that is the great phone level. Thanks to the technology now almost everyone can afford mobile.
Then after wasting our parent’s hard earned money over the phone as most of the times it’s only we boys who used to call them. Then they proceed to the third more expensive stage of meeting in reality. Yes I mean meeting in reality, you can touch her hands and cherish the reality that she, your girlfriend really exist and now you are a decent and normal and smart man.
Then I don’t need to discuss the further rounds as if the girl wins then he ends up his life by marrying her or if the boys win then they end up split. Majority cases the boys are not committed just want to have good time. However some of them are not lucky enough and hence can’t split or you can say end up married. Every year we hear a good number of our seniors marrying their girlfriend.
In short you can say that there exists a battle in which almost everyone of our batch has to enter just like our seniors and then survives in the end to prove his macho status. However there are still few who keeps themselves out of this nonsense battle (one was my dear roommate) but was doubted to be of the other type of men until they prove it to be normal. During our so-called ragging period I was asked about the 5W’s essential in mariner’s life and I was surprised to know that they are Wine, women, world, water and wealth.