Love to Lose Ahhhh! Another day of college and another day of those boring idiots who call themselves students.....Really all Ajay could wish was that he would escape this ritualistic torture someday. He was fortunately or unfortunately different from the regular teenagers..... Everybody says that I am handsome in a weird way if I only acted normally. Normal What in GOD HELL or anyone else's name do they mean by that. All these idiots giggling like the stupids they are outside the class over singularly humourless jokes thats normal or calling everyone Dude without understanding the racial etymological roots of the word..... Everyone of Ajay's classmates agreed that all Ajay needed was to once fall in Love to be something like "Normal". He didn't really fall in any category, He wasn't the gormless Nerd nor the hunks and neither the reclusive and exponentially violent "Politicians" and this didn't really allow him to mingle.....Well another day of class if it can be called so.One Teacher tries to teach Arts the really proper way they are supposed to all these idiots start shouting too tough.ALL THEY are interested in are manufactured notes to pass the Exam not really understand the beauty of the Literature and the texts I wish I could escape I guess that is why I can only mingle with the Elders or take recluse in books. I can't even imagine flirting with these idiotic plastic doll girls. Ah! my dreams that Beautiful face tthat voluptuous figure that unforgettable sari.............................Ah! Rabindranath's dream of vermillion....................Not these braindead size zerosizes...... Ajay's problem lay in the fact that it was difficult find his so-called dream girl because the variety was truthfully extinct.....Today is the first day of class of the second admission students. Even they seem more comfortable than I am for pity's sake. Two of them are friendless, ofcourse now I realise they are same as me. Great perhaps some company at last. What is that idiot Shubhojit saying????? Shubhojit was the unanimously accepted Dude of the class, funny, courageous, downright handsome and highly strong along with being a great guitar player and good singer and his only bad side was he pulled jokes on everyone. His present target being one of the people marked by Ajay,"Hey Negress Who exiled you from Africa? Or should we call the zoo and inform we have an escaped GOrilla here?", then he started his asthmatic laughter accompanied by all of the sycophanatic class. However, they didn't manage for long for they witnessed something never seen before. Nobody knew Ajay could be so demonically strong. He hauled Shubhojit from the desk to the floor and gone was the woebgone poet to be replaced by a cold and fierce fighter whom the combined strength of the class failed to budge. He made a pulp out of Shubhojit in seconds and stood panting as the rest of the class stood aghast.................................. ... ..The verandah is cooler than the Dean's office. I don't know what came over me.Atleast I am not in too much trouble. The Dean was happy with that paper......what is the bloody name......Oh! whatever...It was in that last seminar in the college. He has left me with a warning and Shubhojit is sent to the Hospital he will be alright............What the hell came over me????? Okay I guess I am getting the right signals.I am in Love and predictably there she comes. I wonder why they were teasing her about her skin colour.Okay she is talking Gotta stand straight..Beautiful face, High cheek bones,Full lips,Full Bosoms,I was never decent anyway, Skin glistening like diamonds in this sunlight, Full Figure strapped in that red sari.God, She is beautiful, Wait a minute Whats she saying,,,,,Yes of course vermillion powder.She is married and has come to drop her sister-in-law,God another skimpy jeans.Where is that hand going,just the cheek,she realises my condition.Atleast I get to kiss her soft palm and envy the one who gets her whole.The verandah doesn't seem to end, Got to go in the bathroom,Can't let others see my tears...Boys don't cry. Atleast after this fateful day Ajay and Shubhojit became the best of friends and he became "Normal" externally to a great extent but his mind remains the same and wasn't it a great poet who had said "The World is a stage and all men and women merely actors". In life we always learn to act and then we find that not all species are extinct and some need to fall in, fall is not the best of words,but in love. There are some however who need to fall in love to lose.Best of Luck Ajay for your college life. Bye Dipanway Maitra