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Winters are romantic, not for me. I feel they have developed a serious dislike for me, well ,tit for tat, i also dont like them either .beat the cold by cocktail of vodka and rum.Celebrated my failure in cat and called great names to my bank, basterds blocked my card so i had to go to vasant vihar to collect the new one. spent three years in a college called Hindu, happens to be in delhi university, my first question was where is vashant Vihar, all Hinduites have problem with location ,m just a part of this glorious tradition. i had been to Priya quite often but never figured it is in Vashant Vihar, but i had to go anyway. after vodka shots and 'another brick in the wall", how could they write such great songs, any way i decided to sleep early n do my works early, so that i could study for IIFT, went to sleep.Why in the hell do the birds sing, idiot creatures they don't drink in night so cant understand what is a hangover was woken up by the ripples of bird songs very early in the morning, another tactics of winter, i guess, trying to so me its strength. i said ok beat the cold by coffee and cigarette ,i won again .at around 10:30 i called good names to my cook, bastard whenever i need him, he is late, blame it all to winters, nobody wants to leave bed early, after all he is also a human being.Abused my bank again ,went out for my mission Vashant Vihar. reached Khalsa stop at around 11.hostel has paralyzed me, spent three years in Hindu college hostel most of us have problem with location .i know i have to take a Mudrika ,but from which side, was a million dollar question. saw a pretty girl standing near me asked about Mudrika, well she was pretty n intelligent , beauty with brain.. so i got my answer. we had to wait for the same bus so started chit chatting, quite normal at Delhi stops. my goodness she was beautiful, hay so man stories starts start at bus stops. i said sorry to my bank...KEEP ON BLOCKING MY CARD EVERYDAY so that i could meet her daily. asked her name. Priya was the answer. A movie was just going to start. She was a pass out from Ramjas .She asked my native place, i said Ranchi, she was from Bokaro, it struck ,my god this beautiful lady is from the same state. THANK U ,BLOCK MY ATM,BLOCK MY ACCOUNT, i could have given anything for that meeting.I don't believe in love at first sight, but who m i to believe and not believe, its an axiom ,no need to prove its truth. its a natural phenomena and the law of thermodynamics says the entropy increases for a spontaneous process. i felt excited my entropy has increased and the process was spontaneous. both physics and my heart agreed. ok it can be love at first sight. so i m in love. my fair lady was doing mass com from IIMC .she said that she can even try to get my stories published .oh she is so helpful. Paulo Coaloh was right the universe conspires for your success .well it has conspired and we met.anyway Mudrika came we got inside ,she got a ladies seat, i had to stand. one bastard was sitting besides her,i will crush u sonavabitch , but i was help less, cant do anything. i said i m unlucky she said yes u are damn unlucky. was she trying to say i m Santiago of the old man and the sea, no he was the unluckiest, she said because she was concerned. means its a positive sign. we have a common taste she also liked photography, does it mean we are made for each other .so many common things: same university, same state, same year of passing, taste for photography, definitely we are made for each other .i told her that i could help her in getting internship in NDTV. so i will also get down at Lajpatnagar and i will call a friend, more time to spend with her.we got down at lajpat nagar.i asked whether i could smoke a cig. she said she may also share. my god she smokes as well. again common ,i m damn sure we r made for each other. ok i went to a shop and ordered wills navy cut "made for each other" .i should have guessed how can a pretty girl smoke that cig .she smokes Marlboro, different brand. ok people start with it and navy cut is the ultimate end.We reached out for a phone a friend, she said why are u wasting your time. but i had a different point of view, if this is called wasting of time then i could waist my whole life for you.Called up my friend, but my friends have never been useful, no exception this time as well, blame it all to winters, it must be having a hand in it. i offered her cold drink, blame it again to winters ,may be she could have accepted it in summer. She said she was in hurry could read her eyes that she was irritated by me, may b i was quite fast. But what can I do. I had no choice, I felt like talking more but she was not interested.anyway it was over. she gave me her id so that i could mail her my stories. went out for my operation Vashant Vihar. came back but i cant forget her. so i mailed her, knowing this could even break any further contacts, but i had no choice, after all it was my first love, and they say everything is fair in love and war. at least i want to meet her once more, and there was no other possibility my atm was renewed for 2007 so i had to wait for 3 years to meet her again at the same stop, but this way i could meet her this week only. anyway crossed my fingers and mailed her.waited for her reply. well it came who said i m santiago met a girl three days earlier and i have got a mail. obvious answer to my generous mail, i guessed i should have known it, quite obvious fate of the relationships starting in buses. she said sorry i cant meet u:i have got no time: do mail me your stories: i will try to publish them, by and take care its to cold out here.6 sentences ended everything .well her way to say no.yes i have average looks, how can i expect a reply from a girl like she, blame it all to winters again. washed my sorrow with vodka and neil diamond, the old man sings like a country singer ,but i like him. life came to its usual pace randomness decreased, thermodynamics’ does not applies in real life. that was a mistake. tomorrow is another day, no regrets but no more girls now. i will study for iift...these things keep coming in my mind i hv to fill mbe form ,i hate mbe. why it is in south campus, one more day will b wasted. anyway i had to go. reached the same stop. oh everything have your memories, at least we could have met once more . anyway mudrika came, this time i hv to go to opposite side, no more talking to strangers. god plz send her once more.. plz god plz.i entered mudrika gave a glance ,i know i could not find her now. anyway got a seat this time, and i decided that i will never fall in love again. the person sharing my seat asked where is dhaulakuan, i turned to answer, OH MY GOD THIS GIRL IS BEAUTIFUL. quite a lot relationship starts in buses.....thank u mbe for being in south campus</div></div>