English Exam.

Phew! What a day it was. 3 hours. Pressure was building on and on with each minute passing by.
Firstly, I was down with viral fever to top it all food poisoning. English was the only subject I could get my hopes on but sadly I lost all of it when the big hand of the clock struck 11:45 am. The every tick and the every tock was so loud and I had 15 minutes left with 20 marks to cover.
I was so exhausted by the stress and amount of pressure I applied to myself too just finish my paper somewhere I reached the point of just puking right there. But I gathered all my energy and well like a soldier battled my way till the end.
Exams are a battlefield which tortures and hovers the life of students in a way nobody and only the students will get. Only we, the students, know how to get it done with the portions in just a day and a night of burning our midnight oil. That's probably the only way to save ourselves from getting killed by our opponents, the teachers.
I had exactly 15 minutes to write a note and a summary on a given passage and a comprehension to get done with. For a normal student with no pressure applied, it would take 5 minutes for one to read it once( because it was a big one and didn't make sense at all, basically boring topic) and every one has got to read it atleast thrice to understand the depth of the topic, that's about 15 minutes and planning of your note and summary takes you about 12 minutes in total. A comprehension would take about another 10 minutes to read and write. That's totally 37 minutes!
By the time I got done with my note-making, I lost all hope of finishing my paper. The teacher started collecting papers from junior classes, I had to make it. There's no way leaving it blank. 15 minutes and 20 marks, at the end I did it. You can imagine the speed of my writing and the condition of the paper. It was not presentable but I made it till the end. Victorious! A battle won! I kinda don't care about my marks what matters is you atleast completed what you set out to do. I was pretty impressed by my own speed. Great. 100 marks paper completed. Work done well. I was pretty relieved when I left the battle zone, I was the last person there. I made it to my fellow comrades. Bravo!

The Waiter Guy.

We, human beings, have the instinct to socialize. Meet new people, make friends, acquaintances. Every time we step out the house, the moment we come across many people, few of them we know, others we consider them as strangers. Totally cut out of life, they play no role in your life. So do we consider all the others whom we don't know useless? Why don't we settle down and think for a moment that why don't we know them? We are all of same species, aren't we suppose to connect in anyway possible, instinct would definitely tell us to.

What I think when I step out of house is: Every day i step out of my house, meet people, few familiar faces, others totally new. There's always a reason you come across them, cross each other's path. We are all interconnected with invisible threads. Every one plays a role. Few get the important ones, others get the background one. But we all definitely have a reason to meet, whether to bump into someone accident-LY, bring a  slight joy in their life or sorrow. Happiness or pain. Knowingly or unknowingly. We all have that one unknown reason.

How many of you out there have had eye contacts with random unknown people and think there is this one connection? It could be just anyone. For that moment, you are mesmerized. Liked that cute guy in the coffee shop and you just can't help taking your eyes off him? That girl in the bookstore all confused what to look for and you just can't stop thinking of approaching her and help? 

Everyone does. I do too. I did.

It was suffocating crowd. Friday morning. School trip. Hot scorching sun up above the head. It was definitely uncomfortable. I just wouldn't stop cribbing about the place, temperature, how I desperately needed ice-cream. I just rushed out of the crowd to take some fresh air and I met his eyes. He was far away but I knew what I saw. Those eyes. Captivating. I couldn't help taking my eyes off him. It was that strong. He looked at me and looked away, kept smiling with his friends and continued setting up the table. Still, I didn't take my eyes off him. To not make things weird  I started playing with my phone pretending to text someone and looking up again and again  to make sure he is still there. Then my crowd came out. Other girls started noticing him how cute he was and all of that. I didn't see whether he was cute or not as he was far away. You wonder how I couldn't take my eyes off him. It was his smile. His eyes. Those two things. That's what kept me looking away from him. As I followed my crowd I went near him and he just couldn't stop smiling. Was it those girls? Did he hear what they were saying? Or was it me? Did he notice me amidst the crowd? Or was it because of his friends teasing him about the environment around? I just didn't know anything. Nothing. I was clueless. 

I left that place to do what I was supposed to do. During the Lunch time, I went to the food pavilion. Ordered a couple of drinks and pasta and an apple pie. I met my friends and we had our lunch together. I went to order french fries. And that's when I saw him again. He was smiling. I think that's his nature. Keep smiling. Or he definitely knew the girls were going crazy about him. Including me. That's when I saw him properly, noticed every single detail of his face, his body. To give you an idea of what I'm talking he looks like Wren from Pretty Little Liars. His face, Pretty much the same, his smile better than Wren. His body, not exactly like he works out in gym but whatever he was wearing did bring out the best of him. I was indeed mesmerized by him. His smile most significantly. It was charming. He was not hot types. Not a dude type. But definitely charming. This was not a crush, it was just an attraction. Force. Different kind. Never experienced.

By the work he was doing, I assumed he is a Hospitality student and he was doing his internship. But I didn't pay any attention to it. He once came next to where I was sitting and before he could reach my table he switched his work with some other guy. And that disappointed me. I tried to go upto him. But I could see the manager finding something fishy going on. They were just staring at me, made me very uncomfortable. I could have gone upto him, strike a conversation but I was in school uniform, teachers were there. I didn't want to prove them that I was a slut. Cause people here do not appreciate that kind of confidence. Girls don't do that. But I don't believe in that. To not cause any problem, I decided then I would go back again the next day. And do it.

Next day, I planned with my friends  and we all went there. But my motive, the real reason was to meet him. Once. First thing I did was going straight to food pavilion. I searched how much ever I could but I couldn't. I told myself maybe he didn't come yet. Or he was busy in other place. I went to watch the B-Boy competition, at the back of my mind however was only one thing. Find Him.

After the show, I went there again. I walked past 2 guys whom I saw the other day. Guessed, probably they are friends with The Waiter Guy. They looked back again and again at me and started talking among themselves. This shows I had been pretty obvious the other day. Embarassed. I took a seat and settled down. I still couldn't find him. Hours flew by. Still no sight of him. None. It was getting late, I had to go back home I wished God atleast once let me meet him. Just this once. I'm not taking anything out of him, let me just meet him. The attraction was that strong. But he didn't. He was not there. He didn't come that day. For a moment I thought, was it all my imagination, all in my head. Was he, what I wanted him to be? Gosh, that was crazy. I couldn't be that crazy.

It was over. On my way back home, I realized. It was over. Those two days, whatever I felt is nothing but only my memory. It was strange, nobody will understand.i don't expect anyone to.'Cause I fail to understand it myself.

What's the probability that you will meet someone again whom you don't know anything about, and does not exist in YOUR life at some point of your lifetime? Answers? No one has it. It's very difficult to calculate keeping in mind that our sample space is infinity. Its impossible. That's why we count in fate, destiny.

Again, we are all interconnected with invisible threads. Everyday we meet someone, there's a reason behind it. Call it fate. Call it coincidence. Call it anything. But some people whom you don't know might turn out to be the most important person in your existing life.