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Chapter 8

chapter 8

Sanyog - A Coincidence

Next day, when I entered the library for my punishment ritual, I was over stressed by the thought that the peon uncle will send me again to the girl’s reading room and I will have to face her one more time… It will be better if this episode won’t repeat today, I was praying to God… and I saw peon uncle coming downstairs with a broom… so it was confirmed … I was saved for the day from entering into that room... He indicated me towards the duster and with the eyes ordered me to start my work… I began the dusting tables, chairs, cupboards and I saw the stand at the entrance full of newspapers and magazines, yesterday, somehow, I missed it… I was overjoyed to see it… this stand will help me a lot in the preparation of current affairs for the prelims of UPSC … I have heard from many of my seniors in the village, that they read the newspaper … ‘The Hindu’ … everyday for updates regarding current affairs and they prepared notes… so I decided after this work … immediately I will start note making … I cleaned boys’ reading room, reference section and even teachers’ section today… yesterday I didn’t notice it but today peon uncle made it a point to clean that room on the priority… I did the whole work in a stretch of enthusiasm to read the newspaper… after my work… I went to washroom, cleaned my hands and face and directly headed towards the stand… but the newspaper was not there… I looked at the surrounding … nobody was there… I enquired to the peon uncle about the paper … he just pointed in the upward direction… I understood … she was there… in the morning … and she has taken the newspaper for note making… I was irritated a bit… why she is always there in all my endeavours… I urged God let me concentrate on my studies … I decided to read another English newspaper and took Times of India and sat in the distant corner in the boys’ reading room so I shouldn’t be visible easily to anyone … least I will be disturbed …  

I was skimming through the headlines … I jotted down few important incidents that took place in my diary… I was about to read the editorial … then I felt somebody was at the door of the boys’ reading room… I didn’t lift my face … I thought, there should be some boy who also prefers morning study like me… I continued reading… when I heard a soft voice … it was her… ‘excuse me’… she was saying … I was startled by her voice… she again said in a loud voice… ‘excuse me…’

‘Yess…’… I literally jumped from the chair…

She again said , ‘Mr… ‘…

‘What do you want? ‘ , I replied…

‘The newspaper…’, was the answer I received …

‘What …’ , I said in a confusing tone…

‘Times of India … in your hands …, I want it’ , she said loudly…

I thought when I wanted , The Hindu , I didn’t disturb her… and now she is here for the paper … I was bit irritated … I replied … ‘I am reading … I need it…’

Now, she changed her tone and even in milder sweet tone… she uttered… ‘But I wish to complete my today’s notes… afterwards I have my classes…’

I too adamantly replied, ‘I am reading the editorial and making notes and I too have my lectures… you can take it afterwards … ‘

She instantly said , ‘Nice idea…’

‘What?’ , I shouted …

‘I mean, we can exchange our notes … ‘, she suggested …

I was confused … she must have read question mark on my face…

She replied in a convincing manner, ‘I know, you are reading newspaper and making notes , it means you are also preparing for competitive exam… so what I mean is that … everyday we can prepare notes of different newspapers and we can exchange them , so we can save our time and energy also… do you agree ? ‘

She took a pause after uttering this huge sentence…

I was so confused … from last two days … I was trying to find a chance to talk with her and today and yesterday also, she encountered me and now she is directly giving me the proposal of group study… unable to answer , I stood like a statue …

She coughed … and whispered … ‘What happened? I am getting late for the classes … please reply…’

I boldly said , ‘We don’t know each other … we don’t know even each others name and you are talking of exchanging notes , isn’t it ….

She cut my sentence and said ,‘Sorry… I am Sanyogita and you …’

‘I am Sameep’ , I replied in a confident tone…

She again said, ‘I am in M.A. first year … English special… what about you…’

I was surprised by her answer … she was acting as if she hasn’t seen me yesterday in the class … I suppressed all my frustration and said with a smile on my face , Oh! What a coincidence we are in the same class…’

She just said, ‘That’s good , see you in the class , we can exchange the notes after our classes are over…’

And she left hurriedly … without looking back…

I stood there like an idiot fellow… again I pinched myself to confirm that this wasn’t a dream… 

I self – asserted, she was really there… but again I started thinking … what kind of girl is she? What Babya said about her is perfect, she is studious type… does she has only brain and no heart? …

And at the same juncture , the wall clock in the library rang loudly and I regained my senses … It was 8.00 am and my first lecture was at 8.30 am … I recalled clearly , what she said … we will exchange the notes … but mine were incomplete … so I stick to chair again and concentrated on the editorial … It took me almost twenty minutes to complete my task… Then in a hurry , I lifted my diary and headed straight towards the door of the library … I put the newspaper neatly on the stand and started running towards the language building near the girls garden… now I have come to know about all the routes very clearly so I entered the class at 8.29am … she was there on the first bench… and unexpectedly she gave me that killing smile of recognition… for a moment … I was stunned … but at the same moment , Professor entered the class and I grabbed my seat on the second last bench… in that lecture … Sir taught us William Shakespeare’s sonnet 130, ‘My Mistresses’ eyes are nothing like the sun…’, though the meaning of the poem is completely different , it is an ironic comment upon the conventions of love poems in sixteenth century and idealization of women’s beauty… throughout the lecture I was trying to befit my love in that sonnet and how she is rare and valuable for me… with these thoughts … I was feather light … I complimented myself … Mr. Sharma … good work… not bad … within two days … exchange of notes… If Chandraya’s gang will come to know about this… I will have to spend the whole pocket money today , I was afraid … so I decided to be more careful while exchanging the notes…

Dr. Archana Pandit

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