Mamoo was so wound up about me sailing through SLC in division first, she undertook every way to get me in the handpicked college she could from all her sources. As myself was bit thrilled but truly not excited as I was encompassing fun and stupidity at its best during those long vacation. "You got admission at Mayo College Girl's School,-Ajmer, Rajasthan" mamoo sounded so energized like it was her admission, not mine. Rajasthan? I, in its place, felt like I was enrolled, in some boney college in desert sand dunes? She further tried to amuse me, "you are the only Nepalese girl admitted there. It's so hard to get owned up there but you were lucky". Shit! That scared like a nightmare, no home girls? Mamoo, you must be kidding, don't do this to me!! I made a frowny face and looked-how-hard-I'm-trying-to-act cool. I held my head in my hands and tried to imagine how I would be in a deserted land. Mamoo was fellow Indian who got hitched with dad-a Nepalese, for that reason Indian way of life was not so novel to me implying I could cope with the culture shock but it was the entire about me being the only Nepalese girl there. Before mamoo turned the door handle, she paused, in her words, "just to confirm the obvious, Only one Nepalese guy got admitted in Mayo College (Boy) ". Like that crafts everything so unfussy and discrete. Blew out a long breathe and I sacked the bed. After a summer of sleeping in or doing things on your time, the alarm bell announcing that starting day of school could be a rude awakening. Dread it or love it, you gotta go to school.

As days surpassed, I started making sure that every bag is labeled with a contact address and telephone number, making a list of what I had packed in each bag, checking the limit for the weight of the bags, taking some small knick-knacks of home (photographs of friends or family). Mamoo spent days doing several kinds of shopping, even pickles and sweets, moms!! All these were there, but astoundingly, I was not excited at all about leaving my home town.

The day of my going away. Everything was quite gray and dreary, looked like possibly some rain. I'd go and sit on the balcony at the Terminal at Tribhuwan Airport, directly under one of the speakers. Mamoo hastily came and like life attempted to repeat itself annoyingly, introduced me with a mysterious young man-the only Nepalese guy at Mayo she pointed out prior. At the outset, I didn't glimpse at him directly but when I did, I sort of felt butterflies in my stomach. I still remember my first "pure bi moment". I was instantly awestruck to him, especially because I had (always have) a particular liking for the angry look -a hunk of a man. The catch-22 was "people get attracted instantly to external appearance and later repent" or on the positive side "sentiment is formed when attraction, wish and submission to action combine together in human". Who would care then? I didn't!

To Be Continued...

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hmm, next pls

Hey Peachy:

Keep going girl.....

Since you introduced this stranger "boy" in the scene, we, the readers, can not resist to long pause. Don't blame us: blame Mr. Sigmund Freud. Will ya'??? LOL...!!!!

Waiting for more....

HD

I did. ;)

I-know-what-you-did-that-fall.

But I would like to hear it from you. Go get em' tigress! ;)

- IndisGuise :)

We two for a split second talked and made our specific way. I roamed through the weary crowds to check if I could see him on arriving at the destined airport. Nope- didn't see him. Was that good-bye to the mysterious face; to Grandeur with his wise grimace? I chuckled. Enriched with Mayo tradition, the school looked endearing. In addition to making good sense, the building's environmental elements looked like to enhance only students' educational experience. Suchitra ma'am brought me in to my room mates ?Salini and Sheilahnath. Salini was from northern India and Sheilah from the south. Because of the time lag between the start of 11th grade at Indian schools and SLC score making public, I had to go through all first-day mania at school. Students wandering around me in circles and funny thing was as I joined late, I was the only one like a Freshman just off the boat running in all directions, looking for homerooms, classrooms.

Salini and Sheilah were hilarious and cooperative. I evoke them making my life clean on the first day itself passing on something similar to "Don't feel like you have to get wild every weekend, every single time you go out. You have two years of weekends to have fun and unwind - take your time but again, don't make your life revolve around your school only". I started comprehending their humor slowly but surely. Boarding houses of the school were abided by strict rules and laws. We were given little time to get out of the building.

In the face of it, we three dealt with to chill out infrequently. We explored our surroundings not to get caught where we shouldn't be. The first class test valuation of Maths! Myself and Salini were reassuring ourselves that we could not possibly be the stupidest person in the room the next day. Then was when Sheilah slinked in and mumbled "Guys, I have come up with an idea to combat exam chaos tomorrow evening- we are going to join Mayo guy's extravaganza tomorrow night" Salini undulating her eyes, "Honey, We are not supposed to." Sheilah even lowering her voice "It's such a great way to meet people outside of your dorm bubble." Before we broke off her, she would go idealistic over song and start whispering "Your head's so full of things, so set your mind free of them . I'm breaking the rules?." I know!! She was humming Ozzy Osbourne's number and would stand on the bed shaking as to rival even John Travolta, a flash of 'Pulp Fiction'. We laughed out loud and suddenly beat hard on my mind "whoa-whoa Mayo Guy's school?" That's it. I was ready for it in no time , so was Salini.


Mayo college looked supreme. Why would it not be with the given name "Eton Of the East". It was a small cultural program organized by 11th grade guys to honor one of nobilities of Rajasthan, an ex Mayo product. I had social anxiety disorder and was wondering how it would be possible to see someone without my friends knowing about it. My eyes were roving everywhere and at the same time having constant, intense, and chronic fear of being watched and judged by others. I could find him nowhere and gave up.

The performers in the front stage were delivering speech, dramas, group dance, scout salutes- and my mind was straying somewhere else. Then was the last item for the day?it was pronounced "a solo song from a freshman from Nepal". It was third eye awakening to me. Before I even managed to hold back my jumpiness, there he was under the bright light stage as a solo acoustic singer with fantastic line up of musicians rocking away "I am sailing, I am sailing, Home again 'cross the sea. I am sailing, stormy waters, To be near you, to be free?" It sounded so just right to me then. For a moment I was thick enough to think it was forwarded to me. Come on!! He didn't even know me. Salini quickly interrogated me "He is a Nepalese. You know him?" Uneasily, I countered, "Sort of". "Lets bump into him backstage afterward, he is a hot cake" called out Sheilah. With care, we went back stage and turning behind, he spotted me easily (Good Lord), "Didn't we meet at the airport?" "Yes" I tried to hide my selfish feelings for him. Hastily, I launched him to Salini and Sheilah. He said he might have escorted Salini somewhere before, may be he was trying to appear with- your- wits- about- you as all of us looked dead panicky. To our bewilderment, he even asked us to join him and his friends at Aunty's Cafe behind the new mess cum auditorium as they hang out there always. Outside the Mayo College, we three high fived and Salini-Sheilah would holler "Yes!!" while I still confined the bliss within myself. They even entitled him as "Prince" as we disregarded to ask his name that night. We always called him by Prince as also from the background of Mayo, a school founded to ensure education to princes and elite ones. I was on my Seventh heaven that night.

To Be Continued..

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Interesting,

My cousin went to Sophiya....never had a chance to visit Ajmer, but yes....Mayo is probably the best women's school in India.

Hey Peachy:

Aha...!!! And then.....And then....???

Keep going girl.... Waiting more of " Prince of Mayo."

Your narration, now, reminds me of my good old days and some touch of movie "Mohabattein" and a teledrama "Neev."

Good Lord... Woh Vi Kya din thi.....

HD

Yeah, I do remember "Neev". Prolly about 11/12 years ago, during the morning (about 10 or 11am). Oh, I can understand your feeling HumDum - Woh bhi kya din tha!!!!!!!!

mero bichar ma yo cha ki nepal ko tatkalin adhirajkumari shrutee pani mayo college ma padhilinu bhayeko thiyo............... bahut mahngo college hunu parcha

mauka milihalyo bhane mayo girl college ma chowkidari garna jane bichar cha mero ta

ha ta katha chahi continue gari li halnus

Nice narrattion......awaiting of ur next eposode...:D

Yeah btw how does the Nepali guy look like since your freinds are after him sort of, just curious!! jokin'..next episode pwease :P

Wow nice going on Peachy. More more... I do know someone who studied in Rajesthan...what does your name start from Peachy? or simply whyat's your name? hehehe just curious..do not worry i aint huntin you down.
nivaN

Will Continue Soon. egg-jam Time :o!

Dreams carried scents along with them! Aunty's Cafe had become a part of my daily to-do list; of course Sheilah and Salini came with me always. As I passed prince charming on the way to my favorite chair, he used to lift his bold eyebrows and respond to me with a smile. That used to make my entire day, as there was something so calming about him that I couldn't help but wonder. Honest God, every day I waited to receive a caressing 'Hi sweets' from him—but he won't! Should get to do with his moral fiber. But by some means, I could discern in his eyes the elite attention for me than to the girls, ensue it when he is calling for us to come over café, making plans with us, asking me about my homewards social class. My leaning towards him was tastefully furnished. Whoa, I did live my dream.

We were aligning for morning raga inside the auditorium. As no one had showed up, we three were nipping gossip in the bud. "Prince's favorite sweet is -- ooh forgot what it's called. Dam't" Salini publicized like it added the hottest crush messages to our wall. “What is it? Hey try to bring it out" I set her in motion. "It ends with ‘Pak". Pak? I thought she got it wrong. "Are you sure?" I was more apprehensive. "Certain!" She walked out for girl's room and ahead of leaving added more information-- "Prince's chosen band is Dire Strait and his birthday is on October 19th" I was delighted to know that. Sheila scoffed at” Haaye haaye haaye>>chahat ka silsila!" October 19th was the following week and I knew Dire Strait but what on earth was sweet ending with 'pak'. I was nail-biting about it the whole night. Around 1:00 AM, I tiptoed to the next room with Salini's cell phone cautiously (though we were not allowed to have cell phone: going against rules had become part of our stay there. What if we got caught? Don't know!) "Mamoo" I mumbled. "Nanu, Everything is good enough? Its mid-night, I was having dire dream" I quickly asked her if she was clued-up of any sweets like that. She was indisposed to think about it but I urged her to let slip the name. "Gundpaak!"(I recalled this sweet from New Road). "Mamoo can you send me two large packets by next week" selfishly I insisted her. She almost asked me like if I wasn't behaving little strange there. I was always clever at nagging mamoo and get what I wanted. It worked this time too. Flying on my seventh heaven, I sucked up saying "Wow, mamoo !!! you're kind of cool."


(Contd.)

October 19 somehow sounded auspicious to me. I pioneered preparing myself for the day without girls knowing about it. Summer was not the only hot thing that was around the Rajasthan sand dunes. There was also romance-hot and steamy. And not many will escape the trap of romance: the euphoria of love eventually hits everyone. I pulled together Dire Strait's "Brothers in Arms" hit album, got Prince's preferred sweets and then bought a card to splash out an exclusive birthday. A day passed, then a week and before I could blink, it was Prince charming's birthday. I drew together all my nerve to meet him at Aunty's Café on my own, without Sheilah and Salini this point in time. I have to say that I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the rethinking and reorienting I was having to do, and then that I'd become a believer. My preparation of make him obvious of my feelings was not glandulous but I assured myself that he would understand the power of simplicity. Buried in, I was pleased that I was going to speak my mind than winding up either barking up the wrong tree, or just flying by the seat of our pants without a compass.


I waited for him taking the seat on my favorite chair at the cafe. Amazingly, he didn’t turn up. I started feeling edgy and timid. Naively, I asked myself- had I been doing things that were lowering his interest level without my knowing it? Because, I had no misgiving that I meant him very distinctive. God, I could spot on his eyes. It was only question of time for him to break the ice. Promptly, I had a hold over my mind saying "Naaaah! It's since he couldn’t make it there, stupid of me, how would he make out that I was keeping on there to take him by surprise". I saw Sid, his buddy appearing to the café. We girls chatted with Sid infrequently. So, I made inquiries about Prince’s whereabouts. I was downcast to hear him letting know " He left for wherever earlier and was giving the lowdown about his late return tonight". I almost felt howling. I used my guts to ask Sid to do me a favor giving away my gifts to him when he comes back. I was so wounded up with my fate that night. I was taking the weight off my feet alone in the room overhearing Madonna's "You'll see-- don't need anyone this time, It will be mine, No one can take it from me, You'll see.." The song was not taking the edge off me either. And why is it so empty and forlorn? Where did Sheilah and Salini go? I inflamed being aggravated then. It was funny when Sheilah from nowhere came in and let know “"Hey, I think I like our gym master". It was so out of context. I told to myself "whatever". “Where you guys had been the whole day?", I put forward. She told, "I was checking on Gym master (Gross!) and Salini, haven't seen her from the cock-crow". Without asking any further, I set off to bed. That awful night when No wasn't enough!! I loved Prince. I was even so living with the guilt of that day.


(Contd.)

The next day was one more in mint condition to me. I wasn't even ambiguous of my taking on the hard work and heartache obviously ahead. Did he receive my offering? When in doubt..mumble! I made my mind up to bump onto him at Café. Turn out, Sheilah and Salini were just going to call for me to go in with them. We three went to the Cafe and at hand was my Shooting Star standing- witty, sensitive and vivacious as ever. To my amazement, I could not even be indebted to God that Prince expressed thanks to me for the gifts. He nodded a general Hi. Closely at the rear, I could spot Sid sort of mortified getting a glimpse of me. He drew me at corner and apologized for mislaying my gifts from his locker. I was intensely brought down. One was sure; it was not easy to wait till next year. What a huge dose of mishap.

As days outstripped, girls broke off going to Aunty's café, Salini switched on going around on her own and Sheilah had rude crush with gym master, in any way that meant. I looked in on Aunty's Café often but no! There was no Prince. Why would he? He might had been washed-out expecting us and felt bad to do all the chasings. I thought I remained hushed while he wanted me to speak and he pulled back. At that point, I considered, well! He was far gone from my life. I was adrift. I decided to chance on him at Mayo's building the very followed by day. Whole night all I did was to simply let everything go and move on, gather courage together and choose a direction that carries me toward a new dawn. So I packed up my troubles and took a step forward - the process of change can be tough, but I thought about all the excitement ahead if I could be stalwart enough! With that notion, I had good night sleep.
Then crack of dawn, I woke up early on and was preparing for my vital day. Salini had gone down the stairs as she got phone call from her family members. As I was just going to head off the room, I saw Salini scared stiff and numb as if she just confronted trouble, big trouble and yet worst trouble - that seemed to have beaten its horror simply from being told so often. Sheilah and myself raised her spirits to speak out. Her father had departed forever. "Yesterday is history; tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift; that's why we call it 'the present'." How precisely quoted. We held Salini close to our heart for not being timely to set eyes on him at the end—perhaps many unresolved issues, unanswered questions, and guilt that went along with her grieving then. We both kept on with her the entire day. Looked as if whole Mayo came up to placate her. She very nearly felt "will you all clear up now?" It was 11 PM mid night. Sheilah, and myself were striving to make Salini have forty winks. Then we heard a name knocking at the window. "I 'll get it" Sheilah got a move on. From nowhere, there was Prince, shooting up the wall and running the risk of slipping in from behind the window. Sheilah helped him to get in and sprinted to lock the door to make sure none of us would be in snag. Prince came forth and ran on the spur of the moment towards Salini. He hung on to her and embraced her cozily and buried her face against his chest. My shock wave and discomfort delimited and throttled me as I tried to have a handle on what I heard him saying just as casually after that. " You will be all right. I will shield you warm and in safe hands. To say I’m sorry seems so cliché. I understand age is not consoling fact in any death, to loose someone you love is the focus. But Precious, you and I as one can get beyond it. Have down pat on how you and I kept words on my birthday about how we would curl in each other's arms and begin living all the dreams we'd missed rest of our life. I'm here for you Precious. I Love you. I will always do". The wavelets rippled with hundreds of shocking strands inside me. I lost balance and left the room excusing myself. Every past moment started haunting me in some capacity, their memories clinging to my being like lint to a black sweater, my sentiments befouled, my self-esteem? I was fuming because I wanted Her back-the overly confident, happy girl that just wanted to love and be loved was gone, and what were left were her unbelievably crushed dreams.

(Contd.)

I didn't want to brook it anymore and without pointing toward further, settled on to set packing back home. I detested myself being there any longer simply because I thought the worst way to miss someone was to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again. As I was packing up my bits and pieces, Suchitra ma'am tiped me off "Now be sure, You have to start over again if you had to come back. You alert of that?" I candidly replied "Yes, I am". Girls were upset why I brawled to leave. Sitting alongside, they were expecting for the rationale behind. I made do to say "Missed my mom" to the two goons, who I hated at that point of time. I was expecting my boorish behavior to not stimulate them in the least bit. I didn't yearn to see self-styled ‘Prince' for a second time. No! I didn't. Rather than saying whatever thing, I was set down to the silence outside and in my head. The only thing I could ask for my part was, "What just happened?"

I took taxicab from Tribhuwan Airport to my address. "What? When did you roll up? All is fine?" mamoo called out. "Mammo Don’t send me off away from home. I can't live with no you. I want to be here with you" I broke open into tears. Mamoo had her arms around me so closely. Mamoo always buffered, protected, and watched out for me. It was my first time I was watered, fed, admired, stroked, and expected to grow on my own. I was allowed to discover the world and my place in it. I failed it appallingly.
To make it ring out cool, mamoo hollered "who wants to have Gundpak from New Road?". Right! My head ticked, as it was prone to ticking when the universe demanded absolute stillness. I could witness myself in the full-size rhombus mirror in my room. He marshaled right over to my world. How tricky it was for him to commune over so many platforms! What made me finish off he understood my profile? I inferred I had possession of him. I inferred he could only be in love with me seeing as he was my homewards guy. I inferred I appeared better than rest girls, lighter skin texture perhaps, which will engender a feeling of him as mine. I thought I was eye-catchier enough to be treasured by Prince than other two girls. How did I overlook the foremost frontage "Love sees with the heart and not the mind; therefore, winged cupid is painted blind." I was blind.

I was duhed!

Oh Well

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Great experience Peachy...all of us have some sort of similar experience as of yours...THank you for sharing it with us...

Great experience Peachy...all of us have some sort of similar experience as of yours...THank you for sharing it with us...

thanx for sharing your experience. and great writing peachy........ have you thought of becoming a writer??