Diary of “The Girl With The Blue Bottle”.

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10-10-2020 

11:20am 

Hi it’s me, you may know me by the name “The girl with the blue bottle”. It’s eleven past six, my My foot is cold and heavy, but a very serious confession to make. Before getting into details. without a doubt, we were dumped to one of the worst campuses our college had. The college kept so far from the outside considering any social contact. All I could see were pyramids of concrete and steel imported for the construction. Finding an exact word for the first impression is still difficult, but if it helps, a comparison to an empty Lord’s in London would purely justify the thought. We, Hardly a hundred or hundred fifty students summing up both Homeo and Ayurveda see the same faces every day. That makes clear the boredom we felt despite being the very first batch of the college.Before we know it, we set into Hostel to College and college to the hostel routine motion. And that's when we found the canteen wala boy could idle away some time of ours. He wasn't 10/10. But considering the other options we explored, seeing the same faces we had in our class. I would say 8.5/10. only girls know what a 8.5 means. Lol. Imagine 100+ girls on the campus trying to get into you every 3 hours. A dream of many but the dude was living it alone. A complimentary smile every time you buy a coffee, that's something I came to know so late. Also, He knew everyone by their name, 100+ names, getting by heart is humanly impossible. But the guy was gifted. I wish I had that memory in my academics. A year passed by, It was one morning, I don't remember the day but there had been a lot of talk in the canteen when I listened carefully it was about a stranger. I adjusted my seat and sharpened my ears to the side of this girl talking “Do you know, our college started a physiotherapy department in the basement and a new physiotherapy intern will be coming here each month from today”. I didn't understand the whole thing but the stranger must be the new physiotherapist I assumed. All the girls including me been tired of seeing the same 10 boys in our college for the past 12 months and that news circulated joy just like rain in the desert. At least now we have a new boy to watch and the  girls are all set for the binge-watching. Just like that, a month is over and the next guy is already here. The first guy was a friendly one so the girls had their time as well. I was having a snack when my best friend told us “The new boy is kinda throwing attitude and he doesn't notice much”. That's when the feminine ego inside me woke up to life. This is the campus with 95% of girls in it. And this boy ain't interested to look at a single one.?  I don't remember in what state I promised them that I will make him look at me. But before that, I wanted to know more about this guy. There's no doubt this friend of mine is already on a mission. Because she's the best spy we got here. She went near to him and took a round, assessed his height, looked at his attire, and listened to his language. He was sitting along with a girl. ALONG WITH A GIRL!!!! yes, you heard it right. The first heartbreak for us before we start our strategy to pull him towards us. We waited for her to come back with the secrets. And she did. I wanted to know more about the girl sitting next to him, but the first thing she said was “He ain't Malayali, maybe from North.” she overheard him talking in English and guessed that way. I can't blame her for her statement because he had his hair coloured and straightened, wearing a red Tommy Hilfiger Shirt and black official trousers matched with white ankle-length socks. In every world on the planet, you could never say He is a Keralite. I couldn't resist and asked about the girl. She had no clue and but we concluded that it would be his GF. If not, he would've shown interest in any girl here. I was not ready to give up. Well, the girl did her job now for that one guy friend to take over the responsibilities. We spoke to our friend who’s always like a brother  and told him we need more clarity on the stuff we found. It could be anything, good or bad, but we want confirmation. In search of the mission his sisters appointed him to, he had come back after a day with the results. “The boy is from Kerala and that girl you assumed to be his gf is not. She is his best friend and is now his partner for clinical postings. And once again he is a Mallu and not Bengali.” I couldn't have taken more good news. Everything he said indicated that our mission is still on. We can pull him towards us to teach him a lesson. By the time we found his details, the whole class knew we are interested in that guy. Especially our gang. So we made a funny pact “Leave him, we are taking this boy” and all the girls listened. Our mission started right the next day, we made some analyses of his movements and we figured out where he will be at respective times. Here are some.

“Morning college bus, but depends upon which bus he takes, but mid-noon break canteen for tea, 11:3am, usually accompanied by the other girl,  1:00 pm, college Mess, the target will be found in any one of the tables sitting alone and usually not escorted by anyone. The evening after class again depends on the bus he takes, we have 3 huge buses that take us back to the hostel, and if we get into the same bus, we get another 20 minutes together. The plan is all set. As Prithvi said in Lucifer, 

The target is Secured, and the Perimeter is Locked.”

To be continued.....