A cute love story by Nidhi Agrawal (best pdf ebook reader TXT) 📖

Contents

1 entry in b-school
2 chambers of secret
3 badmitton trial and first crush in the college
4 freshers
5 hide and seek
6 exams the boring period
7 strengthening of bonds
8 I missed omas
9 increasing marginal utility (concept of economics)
10 IIC
11 placement time
12 emotional fools can’t survive in corporate
13 some more romance
14 true love
15 birthday boy
16 love or not
17 amar ka chamatkar
18 romance in library
19 New Year gift –Mr. Verma
20 blog that break
21 lohri celebration
22 strike in the history of college
23 goyal sucks
24 samiksha –acid test for mr.verma
25 I saw him and could not turn my eyes
26 valentine day
27 separation
28 farewell party
29 volt mort
30 politics of girl’s hostel
31 beginning of second year
Epilogue

A cute love story
Chapter 1
Entry in B-school

Finally, I am in the B-school here ( I am Aakriti), a new city lucknow away from my home all for the first time ,but this wasn’t easy for me . After a lot of struggle and hard work, I am here. Hey let me introduce myself as a very sweet, innocent looking girl (as what people who saw me for the first time say about me,) with the immense power to go turn impossible to possible, love to live life on her own conditions, do not like to dominate and hate to be dominated as well (this is what I am saying about myself) and you will come to know more about me as you read further..
So my 1st entry in the college. ooops…second because I came here for GDPI before also, so I entered the college with my mom and uncle .My uncle , the younger brother of my father , According to me he can be the best person to take interview of any person . This I am not saying because he is the expert of business communication or finance or marketing but because he know how to irritate the other person by asking lots of question …… take for example --- When we entered the hostel for the first time , we found there was a lot of hue and cry for rooms, where on one hand I was tensed by the scene there , my chachu stand still to look the warden that what was she wearing, it wasn’t a sari or a suit, and my chachu is only habitual to see ladies in suit or sari. Well that day my warden was wearing some white top and a long snicker type something a bit long as above knees which was quite looking odd that time but the interesting thing of that moment was how in that 20 min of confusion about girls and rooms , my dear chachu managed to get almost every information about the warden that is she married or not? Who is there in her family ,her name and many more as if he has come there for my marriage and getting all information about the boy and his family , after some time ,I saw her holding her heads tight as if she was going to cry for a disprin or saridon ,she left all the girls and first gave me my room no. 103 keys.

So I was talking about my entry in my college. The difference in entering a school and a B school is that in school you come with your parents and in the B school your parents come just for being with you….
As I climbed the stairs to move to the PGDM office... there stands my respected seniors staring at me like animals in zoo do when any new animal is bought there and staring me as if saying ,”come my dear we will show you the real life here .” One of them moved right towards me may be for raging purpose but suddenly my mom called me from the back ….”wait for me beta m coming” ,I saw that guy giving me a look as if I was his first bakra to get cut and then, he went the other way off…..I ignored and said to myself lets face them all. This is also the part of life.

Chapter 2
chambers of secret

Now my hostel …….here you come to the chambers of secret…the girls hostel….Looks like a heaven to boys from outside but it’s a hell from inside especially for a girl like me. You may think that you get to get many friends when you live with so many species of your kind but actually you don’t .GIRLS CAN SEEM TO BE BUT CANNOT BE FRIENDS AT ALL. While I was coming to live here I was continuously praying to God to give me a decent room partner, who is dedicated towards studies and who must not be having any boyfriends.
But……..
My first day in hostel. As I entered the hostel one of the ladies in white top and snickers commented, “O has she also come here to do the MBA? She looks so small, a student of 8 th class.” Before I could give her the looks for that I found she is only th warden. I kept silent.
There was a lot of confusion as the warden was not able to fix the rooms for girls but finally I got room no 103... I was too tired ,it was day time and me ,my mom and my uncle were sitting in the room having rest, suddenly someone entered the room with a ban…….dashhhhh. I was in lowers and that was my roomy with his cousin elder brother .She came ,occupied the bed ,locked her wardrobe ,had a few talk with us , and went out to next room to talk other girl because she belong to her home town, my GOD I said to myself WHAT WAS THAT……. Am I going to live with her????????????

My mom left me that very day in the hostel. In the room front of my room there lived Deepika and Deepali. I was alone in my room and as I moved towards other half of the room ,my roomy has pinned a slip on the board above the study table as – “hello dear roomy” and I liked that. After 2 days my mom and uncle returned to my home town .I really felt like crying a bit as I was saying bye to my mom at the gate. and there called out my dearest warden madam shouting come beta come let your mom go ,now we are your family,….in half an hour the hostel was full of girls everyone shouting here and there ,but my roomy wasn’t still there and I was really waiting for her to come. Finally she came and later I came to know that even she thought the same about me “WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO LIVE WITH HER?”
Slowly we talked among our selves and I found that she wasn’t that difficult to tackle. We went outside the room and talk to different girls. I found no one like me and no one good. In my neighbor the same two sisters were going to live with whom I had my GDPI. I said hello to one of them, she was Sneha.
As the night was getting darker and darker and there was silence all around suddenly some one came inside our room , the EXPREESSSION QUEEN SUPRIYA .IT WONT BE WRONG IF I SAY THE MOST DREADFUL PERSON IN OUR HOSTEL,BUT I REALLY LIKE THE WAY SHE TALKS .BINDAS .
I was trying to adjust to this new environment , I was trying to take all what new life is giving to me .The discussion that night ( oaf it was a great discussion and actually a gathering of all kanpurians which includes , me( unfortunately in spite of not being kanpuriyan but because it was my room), Nishi(my roomy), Supriya ,her roomy Shruti( my future close friend in the hostel), Shivi (who later had to left this hostel with 8 other girls because of no space),they talked all things with joy and full expressions like about Mariyampur(their common school) ,all boys (only handsome and dashing ones), condom advertisements (quite Hi-fi talk for me that time) etccccc ) with all. The friends were quite cool, all a new experience for me , still a lot many changes to come in my life , here with friends …..
Next day morning as the new life started, I said a very good morning to luck now and started my day. I got up early, got ready, prayed to God, and then went on for the college with the group of hostel girls. There we all went straight to canteen as it was announced that we will get the breakfast in the canteen. I had a cup of tea and bread butter which I wasn’t used to. And there all hostellers boys were also sitting, suddenly a senior guy entered and all the boys stood up to wish him saying good morning sir. I laughed to myself and thought this is the second phase of raging. Suddenly this dreadful expression queen shouted to run to see the list for sitting arrangement as per sections, and it was the first time when I have to leave my cup of tea and ran to see the list. The entire crowd was there for the same purpose. All boys and girls were hanging on it ,.well my lecture was very very boring a communication class by Sulekha madam , and what she was teaching ,I was thinking if these low class concepts are to be taught at MBA college.. Well classes went on. Finally we were released at 1:00 and we went to mess for khadi chapatti and rice, my favorite .It was too hot to eat in these summers but too tasty to eat after not having a proper breakfast in the morning.

3. Badminton trail and first crush in the college

THAT day it was a trial for badminton and It happened that I went to the court, where AD (AMANDEEP, one of my popular senior among girls,) was taking the trials .I was exposed to all these things first time in my life I mean with boys , never had the coed education before in life and I was all confused that time . When he asked me