ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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And then I revolted against my father. I wanted to pick up a part time job in the city. In a company making Stablizers and Invertors (a new thing). Another bird of the same feather was working there and earning a royal sum of Rs. 950/- per month, working 4 hours a day soldering the PCBs. I eventually planned to take a room on rent in the city and concentrate on studies (Hahaha, really I wanted to concentrate on studies...).

However, a truce was reached. I could pick up that job and stay in the hostel and if my performance dipped, I would be called back. So I joined hostel and within few days Babri Masjid was demolished.

Though the complete town remained peaceful albeit a little tense, the macho men in us few guys wanted to protect the '. girl in our class. The sense of protection created more out of the wish to get closer to the beautiful girl. I guess I was the only boy in the class with facial hair, which I refused to trim, hence needlessly 3-4 guys started escorting Sabeena and Tabassum back to their home. This also provided me the opportunity to get closer to them. And I wrote my first piece of poetry for Sabeena. I also gifted her a perfume. Tea Rose. I still recall the name.

However, time ran faster. First year Jr. College gave way to 2nd year Jr. College and I was scoring only 60% or so. Much below the standards set by my father. Two years also had been sexless for me. Though Sabeena and I had gotten closer and professed our love to each other. There was no physical relationship. None was possible I guess.

In Jan of 1994, I was called back at my home. The idea was to study, study, study and study and get into a good engineering college. The classes were abandoned and I used to study for 5-6-7 hours a day.

And then the tragedy struck, which also resulted in me netting my third pussy. The most interesting girl of my life.