This chapter is dedicated to Wishingal whose book 'The Accidental Groom' has stolen my heart three years ago. check out the book I'm sure you will love it.

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Ok this chapter was going to be named: "How I came to read my first novel" but then I change it to the current title; "How stubborn can one be- in short me."

          So as you must have realise by reading both titles this chapter contains my memory of how I came to read my first novel and how that was due to my stubbornness.

      So let me tell you I really am  stubborn and really famous in my family for this very trait. But I blame my family genes for this, it runs in the blood not my fault.

      So this incident happens in my college days or more specifically in my polytheistic days. I was a teenager back then merely eighteen.

      I used to be pretty violent those days. I really have a short temper and I was pretty famous for that too but I don't know why all my classmates still like me enough to be friends with me.

      As I already mentioned in previous chapters my polytechnic time was the first time when I make friends for the first time in my life.

         Never before I make friends or even thought of making one in my life, so getting swarm with friends was a bit thrilling, actually it was more than a bit but let's continue.

So I was talking about my stubbornness.

You must be wondering how my stubbornness results in me reading my first novel, so let me tell you about the incident.

      The incident happened in the last semester of my polytechnic college. I have a friend named "Manasvi" and he was my rakhi brother.

     So one day he brought a novel in college.

You see I live in a small town where parents only focus is earning enough so they can give their children a good life.

The good life contains good education, there is no limitations to your spending until they are on course books and other stuff that you need for your course.

       But things are different when it came to spending money on your hobby, especially when your hobby is reading novels, because for them novels are these baseless stories, that are written to distract their children from their goal.

       Honestly before Manasvi brought that novel to the college, I never thought of reading one ever.

        Manasvi showed that novel to his guy friends. One of his friends was Jitender, who was also in our group.

       So one day Jitender came to sit with us in a free lecture. He had already read the book by then and showed the book to Sonam, my closest friend back then, and ask her to eead it. I was sitting with sonam on her other side but was talking to a different friend, so I didn't hear what Jitender said to Sonam.

      But when I saw the novel I  Sonam's hand I ask her about it. She told me that the book was Manasvi' s and Jitender had asked her to read it, and that it was really a good novel.

      Do I took the book from Sonam's hand and said I will read it and told Jitender that I was taking the book home. He didn't say anything but his expression said it all. He wasn't happy that I was going to read the book instead of Sonam.

       But within a minute of me taking the book from Sonam, Manasvi came to me and ask for his book. I told him I will return it on Monday as it was Friday and we had weekend off.

      But he wasn't hearing anything and told me to return the book,  said that Jitender already gave the book to Sonam to read,  do it was Sonam's to take.

      I looked at Sonam and ask if she has any problems if I take the book instead, she said no but still Manasvi didn't listen and gave the book to Sonam.

      I was angry, really angry.Sonam knew me well and on our return from college in the evening she sense my mood and we talk about it. I don't remember exactly what but I know, I must have said something in my anger to Sonam because she gave me the novel.

       I know, I know I'm a bad friend but can you blame me, I was angry.

      Now don't think that the anger was because Manasvi didn't give me his novel to read, of course that was a reason for my anger but more than that, my anger was the result of the hurt I felt that day.

       I was hurt that my Rakhi Brother was ready to give his book to a friend who he rarely talk instead of giving it to his Sister, ok Rakhi Sister, but Still sister none the less.

      It was really a hurtful thought that your brother believe someone else to keep his book intact but not his sister.

      Now don't think that because I got the novel from Sonam because of my stubbornness so the chapter is over.

        Then let me inform you ladies and gentlemen the chapter is not over and there is more to come.

      So that evening when I reach home I was eager to read the novel and after getting fresh n up I started reading right away. I must have read two chapters,  when my mother call me to prepare dinner.

      By seven in the evening I got a call from Sonam telling me that Jitender was coming to take the novel back. Dhe said that it was Manasvi's orders that I wasn't allowed v read the novel.

      Hearing this I was like 'What the hell'. I ask her how Manasvi know that I was the one who had his novel instead of her.

      And she told me that she was the one who informed Jitender about me taking the book instead and Jitender told Manasvi the same and Manasvi told Jitender to specially come to my home and take the book back.

       Within a few minutes Jitender was outside of my home looking livid, there was anger in his eyes like he just had a fight with Manasvi, which I'm sure he had.

      I was angry myself but for courtesy sake I invited him in which he refused. I didn't ask him anything, actually if I be honest,  he didn't give me time to ask him anything, he just took the book from me and left on his motor cycle.

      That night I thought about it a lot. Thinking why I was the only one not allowed to read the book when everyone else was. I mean Manasvi was my brother, ok rakhi brother,  but still he should allow me to read his book, right? 

       I was really angry with him and silently vowed to myself to buy that novel and read it.That I don't need someone else book to read, someone who doesn't want me to read it anyways. I never said about that to Manasvi or even Sonam, just vowed to myself silently.

      Life continued after that. Within a few months college was over, we were now junior engineers.  Now life took a different turn. Our days weren't stress free as they used to be. They were filled with preparations, preparation for b.tech entrance exam or written papers for jobs.

       Life was full of stress and pressure. I don't know why I was taking all this pressure. I always knew that engineering wasn't something I was made for but Still I filled forn for jobs, going for written tests, only to keep my parents off my back.

       It was In 2010 when I went to Delhi with my father for a written test of a government job. The test was a total mess I knew I wasn't going to clear it si I didn't think much of it.

       So in the afternoon we were on Delhi railway station waiting for our train to come. We, me and my father, were sitting on the station, when I spotted the book stall just a few feet away from me.

       At that time I remember my vow that I made an year ago. I did not know if I would find the novel there but I thought I should at least ask.

       So I went to the book seller and ask him if he has. ....

Hey I just remember I never even once mentioned the name of the book, how crazy I am naa, so want to know the name, any guesses.

      I think I will let you guess this time, let's see if any of you guys really know me or not.

Have a nice time guessing I will let you guys know in the next chapter which will be short but I hope you guys will bear with me.

Thanks for reading.

Please vote and comment.

P.S- comments are necessary for this chapter please tell me the book you think is my first book that I read.

Waiting for your comments.

Kanchan Mehta.