Just two days into the OTA and things were pretty chilled. This is a piece of cake, she thought. There were these weird looking dark guys (GC’s ) staring at her all the time.She was used to men staring at her but there
was something different in the way these guys stared….it bordered on curiosity….sometimes contempt and sometimes outright gaping!
The GC’s had just come back from some ass-whacking camp…totally frustrated and pissed with life. She was not aware of that and after a hearty breakfast on a Sunday afternoon, she crossed the anteroom and came out in
the veranda of the Mess. Two large mirrors were placed there and being a girl she was magnetically drawn to them. She adjusted her hair, checked her new mufti's out, swirled around and started sashaying down the steps, totally oblivious to the fact that he was noticing her all this while. He didn’t like this breed of females called ‘LC’ (Lady Cadet)……and he displayed this emotion in no uncertain terms. “LC” he shouted and she
looked at him sideways and said “Me?”. He beckoned to her with a finger…."how rude” she thought…but walked upto him. “Were u standing there and looking in the mirror? Do u think u are a model?” ( What’s he talking
about?) she cocked her head and said aloud “ Aren’t the mirrors placed so that u can see yourself?” That was enough to trigger him off! He gave her a monologue about how he and his kind had to be addressed as ‘Sir’,
about the rules of the Academy, about blah , blah and blah. When he saw that she was still apathetic as before with an attitude on her sleeve he completely took it upon himself to sort her out. “ Go touch that tree and
come back!”. She sashayed to the tree, touched it and sashayed back. He was dumbfounded! What the f@*k????? “ LC you have to RUN, not walk when I tell you to touch a tree! Go back again and be back in 10 secs” It was her moment to be dumbfounded (what the F@*k????). She looked around for help…but there was none. She saw her kind being subjected to similar punishments by his kind. This was mad!
So that was the first day they met…..
All through her 6 months in Academy she was one of the prime targets for most GCs……but she always remembered ‘him’ as he was the first to subject her to this horrible thing called ‘punishment’. And he always remembered her cos he could not get over the fact as to how many ‘doubts’ could a single person show.
Little did they know…that God with His funny – mysterious - crazy ways was planning for them to fall in love and get married. 8 years down the line she looks back and wonders at the turns that life has taken. A curved,
unending, uphill – downhill road….sometimes broad and sheltered with beautiful big trees…..sometimes skiddy and treacherous. She doesn’t know (and nor does he) where they are headed…..but they are thankful for the good years spent together and the child that they got as a gift of their togetherness. Yes, 'WE' are thankful for that.
was something different in the way these guys stared….it bordered on curiosity….sometimes contempt and sometimes outright gaping!
The GC’s had just come back from some ass-whacking camp…totally frustrated and pissed with life. She was not aware of that and after a hearty breakfast on a Sunday afternoon, she crossed the anteroom and came out in
the veranda of the Mess. Two large mirrors were placed there and being a girl she was magnetically drawn to them. She adjusted her hair, checked her new mufti's out, swirled around and started sashaying down the steps, totally oblivious to the fact that he was noticing her all this while. He didn’t like this breed of females called ‘LC’ (Lady Cadet)……and he displayed this emotion in no uncertain terms. “LC” he shouted and she
looked at him sideways and said “Me?”. He beckoned to her with a finger…."how rude” she thought…but walked upto him. “Were u standing there and looking in the mirror? Do u think u are a model?” ( What’s he talking
about?) she cocked her head and said aloud “ Aren’t the mirrors placed so that u can see yourself?” That was enough to trigger him off! He gave her a monologue about how he and his kind had to be addressed as ‘Sir’,
about the rules of the Academy, about blah , blah and blah. When he saw that she was still apathetic as before with an attitude on her sleeve he completely took it upon himself to sort her out. “ Go touch that tree and
come back!”. She sashayed to the tree, touched it and sashayed back. He was dumbfounded! What the f@*k????? “ LC you have to RUN, not walk when I tell you to touch a tree! Go back again and be back in 10 secs” It was her moment to be dumbfounded (what the F@*k????). She looked around for help…but there was none. She saw her kind being subjected to similar punishments by his kind. This was mad!
So that was the first day they met…..
All through her 6 months in Academy she was one of the prime targets for most GCs……but she always remembered ‘him’ as he was the first to subject her to this horrible thing called ‘punishment’. And he always remembered her cos he could not get over the fact as to how many ‘doubts’ could a single person show.
Little did they know…that God with His funny – mysterious - crazy ways was planning for them to fall in love and get married. 8 years down the line she looks back and wonders at the turns that life has taken. A curved,
unending, uphill – downhill road….sometimes broad and sheltered with beautiful big trees…..sometimes skiddy and treacherous. She doesn’t know (and nor does he) where they are headed…..but they are thankful for the good years spent together and the child that they got as a gift of their togetherness. Yes, 'WE' are thankful for that.
hey..lovely...I loved it...seriously can b a bollywood movie...better still...a serial..WOW.Vashi...keep writing...really whacky,interesting,vivid...write more dear..will b waiting ....
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