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    Nikita keeps the story simple, and the facebook conversations interspersed between paragraphs adds to the unique appeal of the book. Two States — Chetan Bhagat Neither the book nor the author needs any introduction, with the story already made into a Hindi film, as is the case with most Chetan Bhagat books.

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    Small round world! Mishka Narula and I studied together till tenth standard and changed our schools.

    She willingly did that due to her tiff with a guy and I changed it unwillingly. Parental care you know. They wanted me to study in some remarkable high school, which literally scratched my life out. We were not in contact for four long years, but we used to be great friends. Some experiences lead us spaced out.

    I knew she was friends with Radhika, the bitch told me once that they both were high school friends. Literally, it is a small round world! For a moment I thought of saying hi to her.

    Then I noticed her approaching my topical foe- Deb. Is she dating that loser? I wondered like I give it a damn! I turned to find my way to something better to think about. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Deb and Radhika greeting Mishka like shes some very beloved friend. I had a momentary eye contact with Radhika.

    Deb was standing right behind her like a bodyguard. Mishka suddenly raised her hand to call out for me. Radhika nudged her, abruptly pointing her little finger at me and whispered something.

    I tell you. They are faster than Indian media when it comes to publicizing issues. Mishka, who seemed pleased to see me a fraction-of-a-second before, gave a disgusted expression. I didnt bother to greet her and walked out of that event with Karan. I must have been looking pretty handsome that day. I noticed many hot chicks eying me every now and then.

    Desperate singles you call them! Hiiiiiii Aarav! I turned around to respond and found Mishka looking at me with some mixed emotions. Hi I couldnt speak more than that. Actually, I didnt want to fuel any conversation with her that would lead me to Radhika. How have you been? Changed so much ehh? Change is the rule of life I reverted rudely. Excuse me, I need to go I said. I need to talk she exclaimed. I said, avoiding any eye contact with her. I need to know why you did this to Radhika?

    It was personal if you ask me!

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    And why the fuck Im answerable to you? This is how you talk to an old friend? This is how Im, got a problem? Then dont talk to me arrogance ruled my voice. You used to be such a reserved and decent guy, what has become out of you Aarav? I need to go! She strode towards me and clutched me through my elbow. But I need to know why, the things Radhika told me about you were just not realistic to me, she emphatically said.

    If not now, then whenever you want. How about never? I said as I jerked her hand away and joined Karan and gang to get something out of the day. I walked through the crowd of party animals, a dozen memories of my secondary school years hovered my mind. Oh Im sorry! Owww, fuck man!

    I uttered as I turned in disgust.

    A lovely lady dressed in a black off shoulder top and blue denim mini gave an apologetic smile as she spilled her hot chocolate on me. Pleasure is all mine! I spoke, elongating each and every letter as I assessed her from top to bottom, you know, top to bottom, with two big pauses. I regained consciousness and realized I should have said Its okay! A hand suddenly went around her waist as I took the napkin from her. I just spilled my hot chocolate, she said in a childish tone to the guy who had grabbed her and made a puppy dog face.

    Why all hot girls are committed to such nasty puppies? I asked within. Her full lips and the pink gloss on them drew my attention. Juicy onesher lips. Come lets get you another one love, said that bastard and he kissed her.

    My gaze followed her sexy legs. I wondered how girls manage to flaunt such revealing clothes in this chilling winter. Shes gonehot one by the way I said as Karan punched my shoulder. Darn it! Her curves have ruined you, you were lost in the depths of herKaran paused and winked at me. Eyes I added as we both laughed hard. I enjoyed the company of this asshole. He never tried to make a mess out of my life. I cleaned up the hot chocolate from my jacket.

    In the evening, war of DJs, perpetual party, girls, and much more awaited us. My party freak gang soon joined me. I grabbed a bottle of whisky from Karan and we were on for a grand party. Deafening music, alcohol, and hot chicks the trio makes life a heaven to live. I suddenly felt something vibrating in my jeans. It was just my phone, must be mom. Unknown number, I disconnected. We partied hard that evening.

    I bothered to look at my phone at a. Five missed calls from the same number. I texted my sister that Id stay at my friends place for the night, as if informing her mattered at 2 am. A lot of alcohol had poisoned our blood and the body heat was rising. We went to Ramans house to spend the night, a Richie with a separate apartment. When I regained my senses, my head was stuck to a hairy chest. Whose darn bed is this? Why are you in your boxers? Bloody hell!

    Why am I only in my boxers? I panicked. Hey hey! Ive not raped you said Raman as he grabbed his pillow, turned over and snored again. He slid his hand down to scratch his filthy ass, while Karan was forced to rest on the floor. I looked for my clothes, put them on and walked out.

    My phone again did silly things to my pants. I sometimes really hate the vibration mode. It was the same number, who the hell is pestering me now? I was about to pick the call but now, the battery ditched me. I drove towards the hell-my home, home pest home! The best thing about reaching home at 12 noon is that you only have to face mom.

    It is far easier to tolerate her when dad isnt around. She speaks and I ignore, easy enough. But perhaps all dogs have their day, this was my day. Mom wasnt at home. She had gone for her kitty. My empty stomach made embarrassing noises. I broke into my house and conquered the kitchen. Gobbling up a sandwich, I put my phone on charging. As I switched it on, it rang again.

    Hello, whose this? I said in an impressive tone expecting a hot chick with a sensual voice. Hi Aarav, does it cost you a million dollars to pick a call? Whos that? I said as I chewed my sandwich. Mishka this side, can I have a few precious minutes of your day sir? What is it Mishka? I asked, annoyed.

    I want to meet you. How straight forward! This is how she was. Different from other girls in the sense that she never offered long useless conversations, only blatant significant statements. I have a busy schedule this week. I never said that meeting you next week is a problem for me. Ill see to it, okay bye I hung up.

    Mishkas sudden interference made my stomach twitch. Maybe it was something you call-guilt. But I thought I had become immune to being guilty for breaking up with bimbos. I roared, growled and threw my sandwich away.

    A text beeped on my phone. Derz no point of avoidin mem not here 2 make u feel guilty or 2 shower lectures on u jus wana talk 2 uI xpct a rply Mishka luk Mishka, I seriously dont wana discuss bout anything, leave me aloneu r no1 to sudnly cm n make a mess of my life lik thatso jus mind ur own chuffin busness This is what I wanted to reply, but I preferred avoiding.

    If she doesnt want to make me feel guilty, why is she so desperate to have a word with me? The question boggled my mind. I strode up and down my room, pulled the curtains, jumped up and down my sofa, skipped through television channels but the restlessness didnt pass away. The doorbell rang. Mishkas terror shook me. Has she now tracked my house? I stumbled twice before I grabbed the door knob and opened it enough to peep through. To my relief, it was just my lovely mom. She didnt give expressions as I have described before.

    Suddenly, when she entered, she looked like a fierce version of Indian police officer ready to sputter interrogative statements on me about my absence from the house and my late-coming. I could visualize her dressed in khaki uniform tapping her stick and eyeing me with a raised eyebrow.

    Oh mom! Its you! Im so glad youre back! Im so damn hungry, get something to calm my belly down I made a modest attempt to distract her from the list of questions she was preparing in her mind. A mother is an epitome of care, she forgets everything once her child cries with hunger.

    Well, this was just an assumption of my splendid mind. Do you want me to pack your bags and throw you out with them or are you yourself abandoning the house? Umm my mom- the modern mom, uses alternative ways to show love and care. Im ashamed of my womb that gave birth to a drunkard like you. Your father has never touched alcohol all his life Well, now this was surely an exaggeration.

    She sobbed and continued, I wonder if his blood still rushes through your veins. Its alcohol only. We brought you up for witnessing this day? The whole world pinpoints me because of you. I cannot walk out of the home. You are the burning topic everywhere. My friends bitch about me because of you.

    Firstly you missed your IIT for that girl and now doing all this rubbish. Well, this is what pinched a bit too much.

    My past was my real and only weakness. I am not the actual problem, my deeds arent the slip-up. Society is what bothers my mom! Calm down mom! I reached out to her to hold her. She hit me real hard. Get lost! Live at whoevers place you want to She shouted and switched back to crying. I am so sorry mom, I uttered my most-used-phrase with a shameless smile and caught my mothers hand gently. And my job was done. I saw her heart melting.

    I wiped her tears and hugged her. I had mastered the field of female psychology by now. I could handle any of them pretty easily.

    I stayed home all day despite the frequent ugly stares and cribbing from everyone in the house. I dragged myself and tried to spend time on Facebook, phone games, staring at the walls, trying to discover new angles of lying on my couch to have a better view of my ceiling fan and so on.

    My phone rang. Not Mishka! Well, maybe my prayers were wasted in compensating for the sins of my previous birth. There was she- the recent pest of my life and there was no way out. For once I thought of flushing my phone but then I dropped the idea and picked up the call. Hello Aarav! How are you? Im fineso? Do you like to party? Yeah, who doesnt?

    I exclaimed but on realizing whom I was talking to, I calmed down and continued, But why? Remember Devika? Why is she bringing such random topics in between? The girl sticking to your side in school? I tried to sound oblivious, but in reality, I could never forget that girl. She secretly had a crush on me. She was too garrulous, nosey and well I accept she had a cute smile. Oh shut up Aarav!

    She is in the town for new year celebrations In town? She went abroad? Well, now this was something actually unfair on my part. I was better than her in academics, still, she gets the break to foreign universities.

    Luck, what the fuck! Mishkas never ending chattering distracted me from my gloomy failures. Yeahyou know, those well off people throw their children in foreign universities.

    Shes returning this week and throwing a New Year party all friends are invited, shed be just so happy to see you Oh wait! Who said Im coming?

    Of course you are coming. No excuses! Farmhouse, chilling winter, bonfire, drinks, music! Im so excited! And our first invitation goes to you. You cant turn it down like that. Have some courtesy handsome. Okay, Ill tell you about my plans, I replied in an exhausted tone and hung up. She didnt utter a word about Radhika. Maybe she really doesnt want to have a sneak peek into my life.

    I really needed a break from pubs and bitches. Not at all a bad idea! But if Mishka is comingNO! That means Radhika is coming! I shouted loud enough to agitate my father. Alcohol not yet off your nerves Mr. Son of ACP? Dad commented. I got up from the couch, went straight to my room and banged the door. I slept to avoid random thoughts. Life goes on aran, the assholes call woke me up the next morning. Youve not yet been suspended from the college. Are you coming or not?

    Hmmcatch ya in one hour I yawned and took a leave from my bed. The day was quite monotonous until I came across Deb. Im going to take you down Deb set a spark. Fucked in the head or what? Debs keema is on the menu today, I said to Raman and Karan as we laughed out loud. We both snarled at each other as Deb dared to grab my collar. Radhika came running and caught my arm. Leave him, she nearly pleaded.

    You must have asked your swine-head guy to stay away from me, I growled and jerked her hand away Deb gave me a little punch in my belly. It felt like a tickle. So, a warning aint enough huh, you son of a bitch.

    I curled up my fingers into a punch. Radhika rushed for help. A whole lot of free show viewers gathered around. Only one of them had the courage to intervene- Mishka. She made unsuccessful attempts to depart the two enemies. The crowd scattered the moment our dean surpassed. Deb the coward ass hugged me to escape suspension. I gave him a sharp blow in the ribs as he tried to offer a bear hug.

    I wished I could kick him hard in the groin. Suddenly Deb fell on the ground. Mishka screamed in terror. What happened to him? Deb was lying on the ground, his mouth bleeding. He must have done something, said Radhika in a terrified tone.

    Help us to get him to the doctor you motherfuckers! Mishka shouted at the crowd gathering to watch the drama. I had never seen Mishka getting so hyper and uttering such swear words. Two boys stepped forward to help Deb to get into a car. I got worried indeed. Im gonna get your balls! Radhika spat the words at me as she dialed a number, maybe an ambulance, I wondered, too astounded to think properly.

    A few minutes later, I realized that the SOS dialed by her was not , it was ! Unlike very often, Delhi police reached in time! This guy, officer, he had issues with Deb. He has tried to take him down once before as well. I can get you many witnesses Radhika blurted as I watched, not knowing what to do. There was no point in running away.

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    A broad chested police inspector faced me as I swallowed. The inspector held me by my collar. Another rich mans brat, arent you? How I love taking up such cases. He gave me the once-over as if he was getting extreme sexual pleasure by looking at me alone.

    What can be worse than falling a prey to a gay police officer? Bbbbbbbut you cant arrest me until that guy gives his statement. I just hugged him. I stuttered and made an attempt to at least delay my lockup. The inspector nodded and we prepared to depart for the hospital. Meanwhile Mishka and Deb had gone to the hospital. That day, for the second time, I got the opportunity to ride in a PCR. It is surely not a car youd like to be in, especially seated in the back seat with the hawaldaar.

    Some old memories rushed via my nerves again. We arrived at the hospital where Deb had been admitted. Mishka and Radhika stood there with some acquaintances. Are you happy now? Mishka shouted and gave a disgusted expression as she saw me coming. Quiet maam, please, its a hospital, a nurse came to my rescue. The doctor came and informed about Debs condition. He had hurt his rib bone but his condition was pretty stable now.

    Permission was granted to the inspector to visit him. It was now time to welcome my new accessory-handcuffs! Inspector went inside the ICU. What is taking him so long!

    Every second was a burden. Deb was now going to avenge for everything, of every encounter with me, Radhikas breakup, his broken rib! I was in deep shit. Everyones expressions made it difficult for me to stand the situation. The inspector came out after seconds. Yes I was counting each and every second. I raised my hands towards him, surrendering my hands to the jingling handcuffs.

    The boy said he doesnt want to file any complaint against Aarav. There was no fight, and Aarav didnt hurt him deliberately, the officer declared. But sir! I can get you a half a hundred witnesses against this man, Radhika spoke through her teeth.

    If Deb files no complaints against him, we cannot take an action. Youre free to go boy, be careful in future. The gay officer patted my shoulder and left. I was too perplexed to react. I looked around. I felt my body being drained of something.

    I could make no sense of anything. I was totally numb. I rushed to the doctor. Can I meet him once? The doctor nodded and I ran into the room. The whole hospital apparatus gave a sharp blow to my head. The door behind me screeched open again and Mishka and Radhika entered. Deb was lying on the bed with all those oxygen mask and crap that I had only seen once in my life.

    Why did you do this favor to me? Deb opened his eyes and smiled. Because I am not Aarav His words were a mere whisper but they echoed several times in my head. I stared at him in utter astonishment. A tingling sensation rushed up through my spine and affected my eyes. They were moist. Hes not the guy Ive known since childhood. I know people change, but they transform so drastically? Mishka murmured the rhetorical question to Radhika.

    Forgiveness is the biggest revenge, I had heard, and today, I was experiencing it. Debs gesture had invoked in me a feeling that I had become invulnerable to: shame, guilt.

    My knees could no longer bear my weight and I fell on the floor, my head held in my knees. A stinging soreness conquered my chest. A gentle hand rested on my shoulder, Are you okay? Mishkas voice stroke my ear. The nurse entered, Grant him some rest, move out please. Mishka supported me to get up. Radhikas hatred towards me knew no bounds. She kept murmuring every now and then. We moved out to the hospital cafeteria. I still couldnt have a complete control on my senses.

    The girls didnt force me to speak. Only girls know when it is right to leave someone on their own. If they can chat endlessly, they can also maintain a comfortable silence to soothe you. Radhika broke the perpetual noise of kitchen utensils. I nodded my head in agreement. I absent-mindedly gulped down the coffee all at once as if it was water and moved out of the cafeteria. I had always longed to see Deb in this condition. What had happened to me now? Why am I being so affected by the situation?

    Or is it his words that have killed the shamelessness in me? I wandered aimlessly in the lawn. Many classmates had gathered there for Deb, they had hatred for me in their eyes. They absolutely detested me for my evil deed.

    One chance and Id be their prey, quenching their thirst of my blood. I couldnt establish an eye contact with them. I suddenly had a strong urge to meet Deb. I took long steps towards ICU. The scenario of the hospital always upsets me and reminds me of some bad memories I made long ago!

    Pain is such a dominant feeling in every heart in the premises- a feeling that I had forgotten long ago. He was fast asleep. The nurse rushed into me to inform that he was on anaesthesia. I turned back and found Radhika and Mishka in the corridor. Will he be alright? I managed to ask, still not able to look into their eyes. What do you, Radhika roared but Mishka caught hold of her. Yes hell be fine very soon. I think you should go home.

    Your family must be tensed, were here for him. Dont worry, said Mishka in a restful tone. I didnt respond to it and walked to the lobby and occupied a bench there.

    The day had exhausted me physically, mentally and perhaps emotionally as well. Yes, emotions werent completely dead in me. The dormant sentiments were paving their way through my heart.

    I took a nap sitting on the bench. I suddenly woke up when someone wrapped a shawl around my shoulders. Oh Im sorry I woke you up son It was Debs mother. She looked like a typical Indian mother, her face showed extreme pain as a part of her own flesh was experiencing immense pain, all because of me. Hats off to the mother who had come to comfort the culprit of her son! I shook my head. Hows Deb now? I had never expressed such concern for anyone. Radhika surpassed.

    She looked at me and gave a promiscuous look. I thought you went back to some pub to celebrate, She said. I shrugged. Ummwell, Deb woke up a few minutes ago. Hell be discharged in about three days. By the way, you dropped your phone at the ICU. Your mum has been calling a lot of times. I informed her that you were caring for a friend in the hospital. She sounded like she didnt believe me. No one expects care and affection from you. She taunted, almost threw the phone into my face and left.

    I went to the rest room and splashed some cold water on my face. I saw myself in the mirror. Was this the same guy that I had seen early morning in the mirror. How can an incident, such insignificant, change me so drastically? My phone buzzed again.

    Hello, yes mom? Now which bar is your lodging this night? And who was that girl? Too decent to be your friend. My friend has faced a serious accident, Im here with him at the hospital. I slept for a while, so my friend attended the call, thats it.

    Ill be home as soon as things settle. Are you okay? Moms voice suddenly softened. Yeah mom, bye. Love you. Take care Huh? Come again? She sounded so astounded. Whos there? It had been so long that I bid goodbye to mom like that. Come on mom, I love you.

    Bye now And I disconnected the phone. Debs thought suddenly replaced all nonsense in my mind and I walked towards the ICU to meet him. Mishka and Radhika were already sitting beside him throwing lame jokes to cheer him up. Ahemwell, may I join you guys? I interrupted their friendly conversation. There was deadly silence for a while until Mishka stood up to offer me a seat beside Deb.

    Yeah, why not. Come and sit here She added a pleasant smile. I hesitated. Deb made a gesture to call me near him. I sat beside him. IImI meanyou and then I had a lump in my throat on seeing the hospital apparatus again. I couldnt speak. Deb raised his hand to pat my shoulder, his face showed the extreme pain that the movement was causing him.

    I held his hand gently and rested it by his side. Deb always reminded me of Kishnendu, and the relation we shared. Anyways, coming back! Im sorry I finally spoke with moist eyes. Radhika threw her hands up in the air in disgust. Mishka gave her an ugly stare. Deb just smiled. Aarav was here whole day for you Mishka made an attempt to change the topic.

    And he was here because of me the whole day I spoke out of guilt and hung my head down in shame. And well be together from now on Deb chuckled and shouted because of the sudden jerk in his ribs. He said as he raised his hand towards me the way children do after a fight. I again felt a lump in my throat. Why is he so darn forgiving? He was making me feel more guilty by his gestures. Still holding some grudges, huh? Deb said and winked at me.

    I shook hands with him.

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    I gave an apologetic smile. I dont forgive you, he suddenly became serious. I know it isnt that easy for you, I grimaced. Hey chillax boy! Youve a punishment And the innocent smile returned on his face. He winked at Mishka and Radhika who were sitting quietly meanwhile. Mishka winked back and Radhika groaned. Anything sir, I stretched my back and sat like a sincere student.

    Well, youve to spend the new year with us He grinned. I was expecting something like a punishment. Thats it. New year night with us. Our lovely friend is throwing a party at her farmhouse. Ive already told him, infact the first invitation went to him, Mishka nearly jumped with excitement. Great then! So that is your punishment, your act of contrition and all that crap! Deb smirked. Ok, Ill come, I said. The nurse came to tell us that doctor was going to visit now, so we must leave the room.

    Take care Deb, I patted his hand gently and walked out after Mishka and Radhika. Debs mother encountered us in the corridor. Thank you so much beta, for being here at this difficult moment , she said as she came closer.

    Aunty, hes our friend. Hes our concern as well. Dont say thanks, please, Radhika said and hugged her. Debs mother tried to hold back her tears but she couldnt.

    She was just like any other sentimental Indian mother, with a tired worried face, down with the burdens of a married life. You all must go home now, your parents must be worried, Aunty expressed concern. But please let us know if you need anything, aunty, Mishka said and we left. We moved towards the hospital exit and it was time to break the uncomfortable silence hovering between us. So, may I drop you both at your house? I tried to be a bit chivalrous. We know our way to our respective homes Radhika uttered bitterly.

    And then the girls had a little non-verbal conversation via eyes. I wondered why do girls prefer to exchange emotions via eyes. Boys arent aware of this language. They are not trained at this. And then it is Us who is blamed for not understanding their feelings. Wont it be easy if they say out loud what they want? Mishka delivered the conclusion of their conversation, can you please drop us at my place? Oh yes, sure I expressed my happiness in being of any help.

    I realized that there was no car. I buzzed Karan to get his car and reach the hospital as early as possible. Karan, the driver for the day, was at our service in fifteen minutes. The ladies got seated at the back and we drove towards our destination.

    Only Mishkas guidelines were the silence breakers throughout the way. We reached Mishkas place in about twenty minutes We received some warm acknowledgements from Mishka for the favor, while Radhika turned away pretending to make a call.

    We bade goodbye to the girls and I kicked Karans bummies and asked him to drop me at my place. I hugged and thanked the ass for his help in need. I rang the doorbell. So, youre back! Bladdered again? My crackbrained sister threw the question at me as she opened the door. I ignored her, as always.

    You smell like morphine. Because hospitals dont offer whisky, I reverted back rudely. I see.