I don’t know how good liar I am. But to be honest, I’m a liar. A experienced boy, at lying at home, had lied again. Obviously, every one has lied to someone.
Exceptions are not included. But since last Thursday, I did not tell my family that my college is on trip and we won’t have classes for a week. There was a reason for this. But what if they got to know about it from some other source. Oh… I’m sure you want to know the story.
Mom: come on get up fast. You have your college..Right ??
I: ohh..yes,I have. (though I had a week’s vacation.)
After getting ready and talking to Harshit, Meera and Prerna via SMS,I had
lied again told mom a truth.
I: mom, what’s in breakfast ?
Mom: you have to wait for 5 minutes. Poha will be ready in 5 minutes.
I: I’m not in hurry. I don’t have college today. Classes cancelled.
She was in little shock, not because I did not have college today. But I was at home on day other than Sunday.
3 days at home. Ufff…They were like a
torture to me incomplete days. I din’t have anything to do at home. No college and no friend. Harshit, Meera and Prerna were busy because they had their college.
But finally, I moved out. On Sunday, I had my NIFT entrance exam. Two exams same day and two hours duration each. Total 6-7 hours out from home. ahhh..Sign of relief.
I enjoyed my Sunday because of NIFT exam and because of other two people. Mohit and Lisha.
You must be thinking that I had said I’m good liar, but I din’t give any nice incident of it. Till Sunday, even i felt same. I mean why din’t I tell truth to mom. I was just thinking about and suddenly, i got a SMS from Garima.
“heyy…we are thinking of going to Mughal Garden…chalna hai…main,shru n u…v il have fun der…” (SMS from Garima.)
I replied “kab chalna hai..main taiyar hun..abhi chale”
she replied,” not now stupid. we will go on tuesday. Monday ko Shruti has some important job to do..”
“Ohh..Great. Finally, you will go out of home and your lie is working now.” said my inner voice to me. But again, problem for Monday. I can’t stay at home. I immediately messaged Meera.
” Oyee, Lets go somewhere tomorrow. What you say and i don’t want “no” in reply.”
“Okay, Lets go for MNIK at M2K Rohini.” she replied.
Again, my inner voice congratulated me. Wow, everything is working great. Sunday night, mom asked me an obvious question.
“Bete, you are not going to college. What’s the matter? Pichle 3 saal me shayd tu pehli baar 3 din ghar pe raha hai jab sabhi college ja rahe hai but tu nahi. Chakkar kya hai.” she asked while taunting me.
“Arey, mumma, I have my classes tomorrow and by the way, I was not on leave. I just din’t have classes because of strike in college.”
Monday, 1.00 PM;”Okay mumma, I’m going. Bye.” I smiled inside.
Got direct bus to M2K Rohini, though after waiting for almost 5 minutes and I hate waiting for even such short time when I’m exited.
I usually never get late, except for the college classes. But this time Meera was waiting for me. After greeting each other, we moved to cinema hall. The movie was great. Mr. Khan acted very well. After movie, we moved to McD,
we din’t have any other option. Around 6 in the evening, I dropped her at her place and moved to home. I can’t forget that date day.
Reached home at 7.36 PM. Normal time.
“How was your day? Kahin ghumne toh nahi gaya tha?” mom asked.”Can she smell anything like lie? Bhai, kuch toh gadbad hai.” warned my inner voice.”Mumma, Satya se jyada kahan ghumunga. I had my classes mumma.” I replied without any hiccup.
Next day (Tuesday), around 12.45 PM,
Again, with a smile I left my home. This time I have to reach C-Sec Metro Station from Keshav Puram Station. Shruti and Garima were waiting for me there. I reached around 1.35. And they were waiting for someone else also. I don’t remember her name. Let’s just assume her name T, for the time.
Shruti, as usual, wanted play prank on someone who went to Goa (college trip). Some names popped in our head, but we dropped them and finally picked M (I won’t tell his name as promised to Shru and Mallu). We called him from a local PCO.
M: Hello! who is there?I: Heillo. Mr. M bol rahe ho. Ji apka number hume aoke dost ne diya hai.M: Hanji boliye.I: usne kaha tha 1 girl escort bhejni hai. Aap Goa me kahan Ruke hai.M: What? Tell him to keep the girl with him.
and then he just cut the call. Yes, we had fun. Then, we moved to Mughal Garden after walking almost more than 1 KM. One suggestion to everyone, please never go to Mughal Garden. How can anyone enjoy properly in highly secured place?
Well, Tuesday was not good that much. But still I had fun being with Garima and Shruti. We also went to India Gate.This time I reached home at around 8.10 PM.
Last day (Wednesday) around 12.30
I left my home. On that day, I was going to Mohit’s place. When I got bus, direct to north campus, I messaged him. “Where are you? I’ill be in campus in just 30 minutes.”
He replied: ” aaja jaldi..I’m at Abhishek’s place.”
I reached there and entered Abhishek’s room. I saw there were already 2 new faces in kitchen with Abhishek and there were two more in his room. I thought they all must be Abhishek and Mohit’s friend. Well, after a introduction, I just remember only 3 names.
- Surbhi sadana- Mohit’s sister
- Surbhi- Surbhi’s friend
- Jyoti- Mohit’s friend.
There were 5 new faces, though one came later with raw fish in her hand. That means party time. BTW, I don’t remember other 2 names. One of those girls cooked fish curry and it was really awesome (I ate it for the first time). After lunch and little chat, we all moved as Abhishek had to leave for his home town and me and Mohit went with Jyoti and other 2 girls to drop him by metro till Rajiv Chowk. Both Surbhis’ went to their room. After dropping him at Rajiv Chowk, we moved to Vasant Gaon to drop other 3 girls to their hostel (Army’s Hostel) near my college.
I really had a great fun on Wednesday. When I reached near my home, I saw 2 miss calls.
“Ohh,shit. Dad and brother called me at around 7.10 PM. I was in Metro that time near Rajiv Chowk. They must have seen me” My heart started beating faster like a athlete’s heart do.
“Lele majje salle. Or bol le jhooth. You are gone today.” said my inner voice.
But when I reached home, the mood at home was kind of happy. That means I was not in trouble. But my brother asked me and later dad asked the same question.
“Where were you? You din’t pick our call.” asked both (at different time) and I lied again and probably it was my last lie of the day
“I saw your miss calls, but din’t realize that time. I was in bus. Why did you call me?” I asked.
“We were near your college. Humne socha tujhe wahin se pick kar lete hai.” Dad said.
“But I had paid for my ticket.” I replied with relief.
Though lying is art, but in today’s period God has given everyone this art in-built. Today, no one need to join classes for it. But still one has to lie according to situation. Otherwise pakde jaoge.