Chapter 9: Welcome!
3rd June 2000
Ok, now here’s the catch, you going to a party and you need to look hot to catch a fish!
So we, I mean me and the guys went into town in search of the perfect bait to reel in the big guns. After hours of searching, I finally found something that suited me, a faded black shirt. Time was short, so I decided that I’ll go with it.
Around 14:30pm all of us headed towards Nirvana Hotel in the college bus and awaited the arrival of the ladies carriage. We were just checking out the decorations of the place when the babes started to climb up the stairs. God was so perfect in his creation of women that all the boys were, frankly speaking, ogling at the ladies wondering what happened to their regular dresses (which actually made them look old!)
Anyway, the long awaited welcome party fired off with proper introductions where I gave my intro in Nepali. The senior was impressed and he asked me, “Timlai hamro batch bata kun didi man’parcha?” (Which means: from our batch, who is your favorite senior sister?) I was expecting the question and previously asked Bishal for an answer. So I replied, “Aruna didi”..There were lot of oooooo’s and aaaaaaaaaa’s but to tell you the truth, I didn’t even know her!
The next item on the agenda was talent hunt, where I sang a Nepali song impressing a lot of my fellow colleagues (all the credit goes to Bishal Acharya once again) and finally, the disco balls started to paint the dance floor with flashes of the brightest colors…and my eyes immediately started searching for her…
I found her and had an idea. Before I edged towards her, I asked the DJ to play one song for us…When I made my way towards her, she was already dancing with the hyper-fancy-feet-happy-go-lucky vampire of the class…
“This song goes out to _ _ _ _ _ _, dedicated by the international lad!” I butted out the other guy and ushered my hand to her and she took it. It was so soft…I looked into her eyes and for the first time we had a proper conversation while moving with the flow of the romantic rhythm. I don’t know how many time I stepped on her feet, but she just kept smiling and it was killing me!
Bottom line, when the party was over, I wasn’t wearing a black shirt, it was white!!!
3rd June 2000
Ok, now here’s the catch, you going to a party and you need to look hot to catch a fish!
So we, I mean me and the guys went into town in search of the perfect bait to reel in the big guns. After hours of searching, I finally found something that suited me, a faded black shirt. Time was short, so I decided that I’ll go with it.
Around 14:30pm all of us headed towards Nirvana Hotel in the college bus and awaited the arrival of the ladies carriage. We were just checking out the decorations of the place when the babes started to climb up the stairs. God was so perfect in his creation of women that all the boys were, frankly speaking, ogling at the ladies wondering what happened to their regular dresses (which actually made them look old!)
Anyway, the long awaited welcome party fired off with proper introductions where I gave my intro in Nepali. The senior was impressed and he asked me, “Timlai hamro batch bata kun didi man’parcha?” (Which means: from our batch, who is your favorite senior sister?) I was expecting the question and previously asked Bishal for an answer. So I replied, “Aruna didi”..There were lot of oooooo’s and aaaaaaaaaa’s but to tell you the truth, I didn’t even know her!
The next item on the agenda was talent hunt, where I sang a Nepali song impressing a lot of my fellow colleagues (all the credit goes to Bishal Acharya once again) and finally, the disco balls started to paint the dance floor with flashes of the brightest colors…and my eyes immediately started searching for her…
I found her and had an idea. Before I edged towards her, I asked the DJ to play one song for us…When I made my way towards her, she was already dancing with the hyper-fancy-feet-happy-go-lucky vampire of the class…
“This song goes out to _ _ _ _ _ _, dedicated by the international lad!” I butted out the other guy and ushered my hand to her and she took it. It was so soft…I looked into her eyes and for the first time we had a proper conversation while moving with the flow of the romantic rhythm. I don’t know how many time I stepped on her feet, but she just kept smiling and it was killing me!
Bottom line, when the party was over, I wasn’t wearing a black shirt, it was white!!!
4 comments:
so Aruna didi was Bishal's favourite, i guess? O.o
toinn! how come it turned out to be white??! and dont tell me the dancing thing was again a dream..
ps,love it,keep on posting..:)
Finaly d welcum chapter is here,was waiting 4 it eagerly.u dint mentiond hw d girl lukd dat time?;) the sng is stil fresh in the memory lane coz gud memories r nt meant 2 fade away.yo chaptr mann paryo malai,bt dat was nt vampire,must b sum1 else.
@rau: ehehe...bishal ge hithuga ehen manje eh ebaothoo :p
@xilla: hora...aba exam pachi update gar6u hai...now intermission...
hyper-fancy-feet-happy-go-lucky vampire of the class re ...hasayo hasayo
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