Once upon a time in a small village called Bangalore, there lived a very handsome guy who was named AKAND. Surprised?? Yes, thats me. This is my life experience. The next few lines which you are gonna read are the most exciting, thrilling and most important moments of my life. I was new to bangalore, then. My neighbourhood was full of children and it was full of life. Soon i mixed with them. everybody used to be my friend. Everybody liked me as I was a cute and a popular guy. Soon I became the gang leader. Everyone respected me. I gained popularity, name and fame streetwide.
The twist in the story came when I met another guy of my age. He was from the other street. He was a leader too. His name was ANJU KHANNA. We first met when he was bullying a small child of my street. I became angry and gave him a punch straight on his nose. He started bleeding. Then there was the biggest fight among us. Believe it! Bigger than even mahabharat!!! Thus, we became worst enemies. We used to have frequent fights. We always opposed each other.
But one day I saw him helping a beggar( that too a blind one) crossing the street. Soon I realised he wasnt that bad too. But we hadnt stopped our fight.We used to quarrel for hours together.
I just hate that name - "ANJU KHANNA"...
One day, a small child was playing on the road. It was a fine evening. Everything was pleasant. The weather was cool and romantic and a slight breeze blew. What a day it was!!! A perfect one to relax and get a peace of mind.. BUT, there was a big loaded heavy monstreous truck coming on the road. I was shocked. the truck was speeding. And the child was innocently playing with his small ball. I sprinted at the child.But, what did I see?? Was that true???? Was that really Anju Khanna??? He was with the child too. He was playing with the ball. Even he dint see the monster.(I mean the truck there are some idiots who really think it is a monster) . I ran.
Now I had two jobs to do. Save the child, save ANJU,(waaaaaahh I dont wanna do this, but my basic instinct is saying me to do it) and more importantly save the ball.
But God was on my side. The ball was in the kid's hands. And the kid was in Anju's hands. So only one job to do(Go to the market and get a packet of Kurkure). But I had no time to waste. The truck was almost near the innocent kids. I had to save them. What should I do???? Kurkure or save???? Then I made up my mind. I ran to the shop nearby and bought a packet of Kurkure and ate it lazily. And after finishing it I came back. The truck was still coming. Now, seriously I ran, that too in slow motion. The truck was coming. They were playing. I was running. The truck was still coming. The kids were still playing. And I was still running. And suddenly the huge monstreous truck took a left turn...and it was nowhere to be seen. But there was another truck behind it coming furiously. And I jumped at them at pushed them aside off the road in slow motion. The truck whoooozed away past us. Anju was startled. He could not believe his eyes. His arch rival came to save his life!!! He was touched at his heart, then tears came out of his eyes.
He murmered a "thank you" and also said a "sorry". And also touched my feet and begged for mercy. He also asked whether I wanted to be his friend. I couldnt decline his offer. And we became best friends from that day...
I always thought that first impression is the best impression but now I have realised that the best impression is that impression which touches your heart to the max, which makes you believe that everyone has good feelings and they come out eventually depending on the situation. Everyone has a heart. Now I never judge people by looking at them by believing in them. So, all my friends who are reading this story, just remember this is just a story.......dont take it into ur heads.....
Yours as ever,
Akand S
(Epilogue- Anju Khanna was our temporary chemistry teacher who took class for us only for one month.....she was so useless that the school threw her out in just one month...So this is a story reminding me how we cope up with her)
