She told me once that Roald Dahl said “An autobiography is a
book a person writes about his own life and it is usually full of all sorts of
boring details.” Now I started something I wanted write about my own story
thinking how I am living. An autobiography usually reveals nothing bad about
its writer except his memory. But here it’s Lies & Betrayals in every word
in this book. It’s not a sex story but sex play a vital role in my real play. I
have an assumption that Biographies are not only for great people, but a common
man with some downside like me can also have a try & to say something which
our open world heard very less about it. Before beginning I take some space
where you should be legal enough to read adult material & have patience to
get it practically. Don’t forget my name anywhere i.e. “Aarjo”.
I was born in an upper caste orthodox middle class family in
the town named ‘Karad’ situated in Satara district in the Indian state of
Maharashtra. I was the second & last son for my parents. My father was a
cricketer and represented Maharashtra in Ranji Trophy for several years. Mother
was just a housewife and too pious. As everyone in the family I was made to
learn Sanskrit & Epics in my child hood. I was lovable son for my dad then
my mom. Dad is to take me to Practice cricket matches since I was 3-4 years
old. But brother is to spend time around home. My school days started in Kolhapur
which was 88 kilometers away from my native. I was sent to hostel as I was bright
then my brother & morsel wayward. I was used to travel alone to my native
for monthly or bimonthly holidays in bus for two hours. I was to occupy last
window seat and to watch places like Shiye, Itkare, Peth, Ulegaon, Malkapur,
Viravde then a long left turn to get down in my place. I got good Education
from the basic. I was capable with multi-Languages i.e. Marathi, Hindi,
English, Sanskrit & Kannada as Kolhapur was a border city of other state. I
studied till 12th standard in Kolhapur residential School/College. Home always
stood far from me & I never cared about others sentiments. I was what I am
& do what I want. I was sent to Pune to do my Graduation & I changed
from Computer Science to Electronics as I founded much interest in nomadic then
to sit in front of Computer. Totally new things, full of fun, New open World
with lots of people!! There my new life begins...
It’s Pune now!! I was living in second largest City of my
State. The land of my Lord Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj which was prior called as
Punawadi. It’s a historical city also called as Cultural capital of
Maharashtra. The Pataleshwar Temple was the initial place I visited though my
father guided me to go Dagadusheth Halwai Ganapati temple to seize god’s
consent. I roamed the intact city hog washing my opening day of College. I was
independent, freebee just to enjoy this world inch by inch. I am the happier
person when I am alone & I love that. I hate Football because I never
implicit & Cricket as it’s played by everyone. Library was always far from
my wits. Movies stuff was just tom, dick & Hardy. What am I interested in?
I always had a doubt & I expected someone to answer it as I failed to find.
It was an entire week the college on track but I was not even seen in
University Campus. I went to college hostel room unloaded things to reside.
Cantonment, Swargate, AB Chowk, Tapkir Galli, Lal Mahal, Vasanth
Talkies were already familiar with me. This was not a strange city for me. As
most of my relatives & dad’s friends who know me stay here I have been to
this city many times before. I cannot be too mischievous to live alike now. I
was fired up when I got to know one of my Cousin lectures in University &
whined up to my folks. Then I decided to open my door to University studies.
It was first day of my engineering where I was full of life.
I didn’t have any fear thinking my home was just 153 Kilometers from the
college gate. I calculated it while I drove my bike when I came to join here. Next
was my ragging show with seniors which I can specifically tell you later as I
decided it as a study time. I was doing great in studies. I started smoking as
I was waiting from long time to do. Once I told to my teacher that I wanted to
be a chain smoker when she asked about my future plan in my Matriculation. But
drinks were not my fraction anytime. I made friends who were fool then me as I
wanted to be a master of Sheppard cluster. My college was just as every ones
& I establish no sphere in it. It was first year where combined classes
were conducted. It was from second year branches were to be made as according
to subject opted. One fine dawn I met a girl from my hometown in the same class
room.
In one word she was striking and pale but I was not much
interested in her. I was 6.1 feet, Good physic with a handsome look but I was
not open and didn’t find anyone fascinating or I was not up to it. This girl
was actually from Satara where she opted Mechanical branch. She was in love
with me in our first meet as said by her. It was lust for me & I nothing happened
as Love for me. She was from bit lower caste compared to me. Let me call her
“Bully” as she was wild. We got in together in very short time. Her Marati was
better than me & English was worse. Somehow we were roaming town in my
Motor Cycle together. We were making up once in park & it started raining.
Park was empty & a big tree gave shelter for two of us. She was already wet
in & out. We drowned in each other’s love. Bully was the famished tigress
fraught to have me there. It was the first experience for both. My unsighted
hand searched her bag in scurry thinking that she may have safety instruments
for sex. But I was stoned when I felt a gun in her vanity. I didn’t say her
anything but I took off the call & clogged the scene with some over-make
up.
What is the need for a college girl to carry a gun? Finally I
asked her after a quantity of instance. She revealed that she needs safety
& there is a life threat for all her family members & she defunct the
story. Bully changed her branch to electronics so that she can spend more time
with me from second year. She got in to me more & more day by day. Sorghum
& Pearl millet was food every day. Puran poli, bhakri, pithla, Bhel puri,
Pav Bhaji, Missal Pav was also filling our appetite. We is to kiss in public if
front of our friends too. She wanted everyone to feel jealous of us. Sometimes
I told her I don’t love you & I cannot live with you. Bully never heard my
words. She was bit manly from her heart. She was eating every animal she gets
to eat. But still I was with her in every enjoyment. While in last year of
engineering my family got to know I am wandering with bully & she belongs
to lower caste. My mother asked me to bring our “Love” to an end. I questioned
myself do I love her? Do I need her for my entire life? The answer was NO. I
started trying to avoid her as much as possible. She understood this later when
we finished our Course. I told her it’s enough & I left Pune & returned
to my native. Future was uncertain thinking what to do with personal & profession
life? But one fine morning she & some men came to my home with a gun &
threatened me to kill if I don’t love her. My whole family watched it & defended
me. The immense brawl happened & somewhere it ended ugly. Later I got to
know she is the daughter of the revolt who is most wanted to Maharashtra
police. After this epic I was not treated well in my family as before. It was
the matter of respect for the life-size family & I was the culprit who
spoiled it. My dad asked about my next move & suggested me not to stay
here. My exams results were out & I got placed in one of the best Masters
College of India. My next rapture destiny was “Delhi” The Capital City.
To be Continued...
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