It’s Still Complicated: …because I Am Still Waiting by Chandra Kant Jaisansaria Page A
Authors: Chandra Kant Jaisansaria
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teacher to play “Pehla nasha, Pehla Khumar”, her favorite song, and she wanted me to dance with her on that song. The beautiful song, the beautiful lightings, the beautiful moment and of course the beautiful partner to dance with. The song got played again and again because of few mistakes done by us, as we were not doing the steps along with the track, but when we both realized that we were with each other, hand in hand and we wanted to do the same dance in our marriage with each other in the future, we wanted to give our best. This time when the song got played, we danced, we enjoyed the lyrics, the track, the belongingness of each other and the love was in the air, we danced to the fullest and we dint even recognized when did the song finished, and everyone out there started clapping for us. Teacher was happy to see us both dancing so well, with so much of true emotions and more than that the love for each other.
12th October, 2012 (Friday)
Every Friday we had Business Policy Classes for 3 hours in the college so we had to wear formals. As usual I boarded the college bus from NSP, I was listening to my favorite songs and due to the traffic jam which in not so usual in the early mornings, that day we were late. I was feeling very uncomfortable in the bus, I was sweating which I thought may be because of the climate, it was very uneasy in the formals and I was getting low in energy which may be because of not having breakfast in the morning I thought. Slowly and a bit late we reached the college, by “we” I mean Simran, my class mate and me, as she also used to come in the same bus.
We entered the class after checking the schedule; the class room was full and chilled. I made myself comfortable near Vatsala, my best friend and of course a few common friends were also sitting nearby. The class started as usual with a quite serious note. Suddenly I started feeling too cold and weak, I was very much low on energy. I wanted to pee but the professor was so strict that I knew he would not allow me to go out except in the breaks. When the teacher turned towards the white board I shifted to the back bench thinking that, at the back side there must be less cold. But it could not help me out, it was still very cold and I was freezing, I asked one of my class mate if he is also feeling the same, he nodded his head in yes so I thought the ac temperature is very low, somehow I managed till the break.
As soon as the break was announced I rushed to the canteen and got a Limca. Looking at me my friends suggested that I might be having low BP because of which I am low in energy and Limca would work as a stimulator. I had Limca, but then I had to rush towards the washroom as I felt like vomiting; I was confused on what to do, nothing like that ever happened to me.
After the class of BP I went to the reception to ask for a medicine for fever, as I was feeling cold even outside the class where it was too hot.
For a moment I wanted to go home but then I realized that it’s a matter of next 2 hrs, I should attend the class and attendance were also too important so somehow I managed to attend the next class also. As soon as the class was over, I took the college but to the metro station and boarded the metro. It was a journey of 1 hr. from Qutub Minar Metro Station to Rohini East Metro, which was hell long for me that day as I was not able to even stand properly and I hadn’t got any seat to sit. As soon as the train entered Pratap Nagar Metro Station I came out of metro and sat on a chair on the platform, I was so weakened that was couldn’t stand for few more seconds. I took my cell phone out and called Megha.
Hello! Hello!
Hello! Are u there?
Hellooo, yaar I am not able to speak up. What happened, where are you?
I am at Pratap Nagar Station, I am sitting on a chair, I cannot stand I am feeling very much low and I think I am not even able to speak.
Why? What happened to you?
I don’t Know, I think it’s a viral as I am
12th October, 2012 (Friday)
Every Friday we had Business Policy Classes for 3 hours in the college so we had to wear formals. As usual I boarded the college bus from NSP, I was listening to my favorite songs and due to the traffic jam which in not so usual in the early mornings, that day we were late. I was feeling very uncomfortable in the bus, I was sweating which I thought may be because of the climate, it was very uneasy in the formals and I was getting low in energy which may be because of not having breakfast in the morning I thought. Slowly and a bit late we reached the college, by “we” I mean Simran, my class mate and me, as she also used to come in the same bus.
We entered the class after checking the schedule; the class room was full and chilled. I made myself comfortable near Vatsala, my best friend and of course a few common friends were also sitting nearby. The class started as usual with a quite serious note. Suddenly I started feeling too cold and weak, I was very much low on energy. I wanted to pee but the professor was so strict that I knew he would not allow me to go out except in the breaks. When the teacher turned towards the white board I shifted to the back bench thinking that, at the back side there must be less cold. But it could not help me out, it was still very cold and I was freezing, I asked one of my class mate if he is also feeling the same, he nodded his head in yes so I thought the ac temperature is very low, somehow I managed till the break.
As soon as the break was announced I rushed to the canteen and got a Limca. Looking at me my friends suggested that I might be having low BP because of which I am low in energy and Limca would work as a stimulator. I had Limca, but then I had to rush towards the washroom as I felt like vomiting; I was confused on what to do, nothing like that ever happened to me.
After the class of BP I went to the reception to ask for a medicine for fever, as I was feeling cold even outside the class where it was too hot.
For a moment I wanted to go home but then I realized that it’s a matter of next 2 hrs, I should attend the class and attendance were also too important so somehow I managed to attend the next class also. As soon as the class was over, I took the college but to the metro station and boarded the metro. It was a journey of 1 hr. from Qutub Minar Metro Station to Rohini East Metro, which was hell long for me that day as I was not able to even stand properly and I hadn’t got any seat to sit. As soon as the train entered Pratap Nagar Metro Station I came out of metro and sat on a chair on the platform, I was so weakened that was couldn’t stand for few more seconds. I took my cell phone out and called Megha.
Hello! Hello!
Hello! Are u there?
Hellooo, yaar I am not able to speak up. What happened, where are you?
I am at Pratap Nagar Station, I am sitting on a chair, I cannot stand I am feeling very much low and I think I am not even able to speak.
Why? What happened to you?
I don’t Know, I think it’s a viral as I am
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