From here let me take you one month back. After a tedious end semester examination we all were tired. In engineering end semesters are always tedious, as you hardly study throughout the semester and the whole load concentrates. So on the day of the last exam we decided to hang out.
We needed a place to go. First of all we made lots of debates and discussion. And as time passed in discussion and view - counter-views, the schedule of most of the movie halls became unsuitable. Except one, Hind. We decided to go there. Although the movie was not of choice for most of us.
The six of us went outside the college and weighted for the bus. Now, I have a theory in this. Whenever you weight for a bus say S-12, all the bus except that would pass you. So, it is no wonder that we saw two back to back S-9s and some of the rarest buses we never get in the days of requirement. After waiting for (say,) 30 minutes, we did some calculation. Suman pointed out if we share the taxi fare among six of us, then it is almost comparable to the bus fare. We agreed and took a taxi. It is no wonder that as soon as we got inside, an S-12 passed by.
The movie was Jhoom Barabar Jhoom (first day second show). Whoever have watched the movie knows how it is. It is one of the most Codopyrine movies i have ever seen. No story, no screen play, no acting and of course, no ticket to hollywood. Believe me, it is really hard to undergo Bobby Deol in the latter half of the movie. The songs were in the same category except Bol Na Halke Halke.
But none of us could possibly think of for what I would remember the day later on. That was the first day I suspected the entry of someone else in my life.
From here the post takes an acute angle turn.
We sat side by side in the movie hall. Could I concentrate on the movie fully? When we came out (all six of us, if people wants disambiguation) it was raining. We stopped for a roll. Egg roll mixed with Calcutta rain is a kind of irresistible taste. Now one after another the copy-book cliches started happening around me. We both became deserted near the foot-over bridge near Sealdah. It started raining heavily and we found there was only one umbrella (that too a small, fragile, sealdah market special). This was the beginning of a long story.
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