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A New Bumpy Road
The fourth semester got over and so was my job of taking tuitions. It was a great experience for me though. I had earned Rs. 12,000 by taking tuitions for a span of 6 months. I somehow felt that it was high time for me to pull up my socks and gear up for the new challenges lying ahead. I had got a digital camera for myself through that money. That camera still holds a great significance in my life because it was something that I bought with my own hard work. I lost my peace, sound sleeps and time in teaching those nerds but it was fruitful at the end. At the same time my love for Raj was growing more and more. We had been continuously chatting for the past one year and now I got more confident about him. I was eagerly waiting for the moment when he would confess his love for me. But somewhere down the heart I knew that he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings as I do. But still there was a small ray of hope inside me which kept the light of love burning inside me. He was miles away from me but he still resided close to my heart. The messages and chats kept things working. I knew very well that he considered me his best friend and nothing more. But I didn’t know why I still kept craving in his thoughts. But sometimes things happen for good I guess.
The 5th semester had begin at full fledge. We all again got on the board. I had a feeling that something amazing would definitely happen. Yes it happened. Raj suddenly stopped texting me and didn’t reply to my messages. Two months had passed and there was not a single reply from him to any of my messages or mails. I was thunderstruck initially. But then I thought that it was a signal for me. I have heard what a jerk he was and how he uses people for his time pass but never even thought that it could be me. He must have got other chick and probably that could be the reason why he didn’t need me anymore. I cried beneath my blankets, inside the washrooms for days. I didn’t know how to overcome that feeling. I couldn’t pour out my heart in front of any one. I had liked a guy right from the sixth grade. I dreamt of spending my rest of the life with him. Even when he left Rajkot, I still kept the hope that he would return back. At that moment, I felt like abusing him, kicking his ass and smacking his face. All what I can think was how pathetic, intractable, moron and pest he was. He left me shattered. I was broken, condemned and lost. Adding icing to the cake was my 4th semester results. I had scored comparatively low grades than the previous semester. A very low phase in my life. I cried to god “I know you will pass this time very soon and everything will be fine very soon”.
One fine evening I was just sitting in front of the laptop and after doing all the surfing and the downloading stuff, I suddenly opened the word document and started writing something. Some thoughts started to flow in and I started to pen down my thoughts. It was my first poem. The poem was ‘The Trauma of Results’. I thought it was pretty good. There was a supplementary news paper which used to publish poems, photographs and other articles by the Rajkotians. It was a great opportunity for me to jump into a new jungle. I sent the publishers my poem and luckily the very next week, my poem was published in the newspaper. There were no bounds to my happiness. I messaged all my friends to read it and called up as many people as I could. Finally there was something that I could feel happy about. I found solace in writing down. It gave me much peace. Slowly and gradually I started penning down my ideas and philosophy in form of articles and poems. My articles and poems were published on the regular basis in the supplementary. People got to know about my other side also. My friends, family friends, colleagues and many of my professors got to know about it. Now I had become more renowned but there was a big void created in my life. I wasn’t enjoying my success I felt. During the 5th semester itself during one of my management lectures, I had delivered one of the best presentations. Our management sir Professor Pralesh was extremely happy and delighted. He was very much impressed by me and my presentations. He praised me saying that I followed a thorough professionalism attitude. My mind was firm at that time but my heart was very weak. But I knew whatsoever happens; one must never give up or stop. There may be many bumpy roads but we cannot afford to stop the journey. The journey must go on.
To Be Continued..
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