Getting disturbed by her own thoughts and feelings, she switches off the computer and lies on her bed. Putting the headphones on, she starts scanning through her music list. As she starts listening to music, she discovers that she is unable to divert her mind from the article. Opening the browser through her mobile, she reaches to that page again. She traces the name 'Captain Rajveer Singh Shekhawat' with her thumb, and thinks about how merely a name can look promising? Clearing her head, she decides to end her doubts. She types a new search 'Captain Rajveer Singh Shekhawat'. She finds only few articles on him. But nothing seems alluring to her eyes. She closes the page. Any how the name 'Captain Rajveer Singh Shekhawat' has succeeded in taking away her sleep.

Naina starts making strategies,

'Mujhe Captain Shekhawat se shuru karna chahiye. Kafi dedicated lagte hain apne kaam ke prati wo, although zada articles nahi hai par pata nahi kyu mujhey aisa lag raha hai ki secretive hone ki wajah se unke articles nahi hai zada. Secretive yaani mere kaam aa sakte hain ye'

Then her mind thinks in another way,

'ya shayad rukawat bann sakte hain meri manzil tak pohnchne mein. Shayad unhe kuch pata ho!',

she thinks.

"Meri konsi soch sahi sabit hogi aur konsi galat ab yeh to KMA jakar hi pata chalega".

Her yawn makes her to realize that she is tired and needs sleep. Switching off her mobile, she quickly gets up and brushes her teeth. Sitting in front of the mirror, she unties her hair and brushes her hair, humming the song

'tere darr par sanam chaley aaye tu na aaya to hum chaley aaye'

Naina runs after Naveen,

"Bhaiya wo mujhe do. Ma dekho na bhaiya meri diary nahi de rahe mujhe",

shouts Naina, wearing a suit of a combination of red and yellow as Naveen hides behind his mother, holding her by her arms, and carrying Naina's diary simultaneously.

"Maa issey kaho ki mujhey diary padhne de",

teases Naveen.

"Bhaiya wo meri personal diary hai. Aur personal diary 'PERSONAL' hoti hai".

Their Baba enters the living room, holding his specs in his hand, smiling he says ,

"Arey bhai kya ho raha hai?"

"Baba bhaiya ko kaho na ki wo meri diary return kare",

complains Naina, getting irritated.

"Arey beta de dena usse uski diary",

says their father.

Laughing, Naveen hands over Naina's diary to her.

As she takes her diary and turns back to go to her bedroom, Naveen embraces her from behind.

"Hmmm... meri nanhi Naina mujhse gussa to nahi hai na?",

he asks her.

"Kaisi baat kar rahe ho bhaiya, aap bhi na! Kya main kabhi aapse gussa ho sakti hun?",

saying this Naina turns and hugs Naveen.

The sound of the shutting of windows due to the blowing of wind violently, drags her from her thoughts.

Pulling the drawer of her cupboard, she brings out a red diary. After blowing on it, to remove the dust collected on it, she moves her hand on the diary's velvety outer cover.

"Bhaiya waise to maine ye diary bohot baar dekhi hai, khol kar bhi dekhi hai. Par pata nahi kyu aaj padhna chahti hun".

Getting back to her study table she opens his diary to read it.

3rd August 2011

Aaj hum sub KMA ke dinning hall mein baithe the tabhi Suriji aaye aur apne 'happy go lucky' andaz mein kaha "Oye ki hua mere Shero, itne udaas kyu baithe ho?" Unke iss andaaz ko dekh kar kabhi kabhi lagta hai wo bhi kahan aakar fass gaye hain!

Reading this much, Naina starts thinking and portraying Suriji.

"Hmm... Suriji! Jis tarah se bhaiya ne 'Suri' k saath 'ji' lagaya hai, zarur koi aged honge. Suriji ki kahi hui baat padh kar lag raha hai, inhe hansi-mazak karna kafi pasand hai. Shayad Bhaiya ko Suriji kafi pasand the isiliye itne pyar se unke barey mein likha hai unhone. Par Suriji! Kya unhe bhaiya pasand the? Kya unhe Bhaiya ke nirdosh hone par yakeen hai?"

Feeling tired she decides to sleep.

Naveen's voice over -

Naina ne KMA join karne ka to faisla le liya hai. Aur Suriji ke barey mein padh kar usse kahin na kahin acha bhi laga hai. Uski aankhon ki chamak keh rahi hai ki mere aur Suriji ke rishtey ke barey mein jaan kar ussey behad khushi hui hai, par wo shayad kuch pal ke liye ye bhul gayi hai ki wahan ussey kewal Suriji ke saath hi nahi balki kai aur logon ke saath deal karna hoga. Ab dekhna ye hai ki meri behn iske liye kitni tayaar hai.

~*~*~

"Mumma... Mumma... jaldi khana le aao warna mera line dead ho jayega",

shouts Pooja, sitting at the dinning table.

"Bus abhi layi....",

comes the voice of her mother from the kitchen.

Suddenly the door bell rings and Pooja walks to open the door to know who it is?

"Didi...",

shouts a team of kids, merrily, holding bats and a ball in their hands.

"Shhh... itni tez call mat karo ki Mumma mera incoming aur outgoing dono ek saath band kar de",

requests Pooja, in a hushed voice.

"Oh sorry sorry. Didi chalo na chal kar cricket khelte hain",

requests one of the kids in a hushed voice.

"Pet mein chuho ka incoming jaari hai, outgoing ka naam hi nahi le rahe. Abhi nahi aa sakti, Mumma khana bana rahi hain. Jab khane ka SIM card pet ke ander jayega, tabhi recharge hongi main",

adds Pooja.

Frowns touch the faces of the army of the kids. This makes Pooja's heart to contract. Suddenly an idea comes to one of the kids, clicking his fingers together he quickly brings out a chocolate from his pocket and gifts it to Pooja.

"Arey waah chocolate!",

exclaims Pooja.

Suddenly she remembers something and says,

"Acha ek kaam karo tum yahin ruko, main abhi aati hun".

She returns back soon with a handful of toffees and chocolates and distribute them among the children. The instant smiles that brighten the faces of the children, tell Pooja how excited they are on getting the chocolates. They all thank her in unison,

"Thank you didi..."

The sudden noise skips Pooja's heartbeat. She puts her finger on her lips, knitting her brows out of nervousness, she gestures them to stay quiet.

"Chalo chalte hain..."

And quietly Pooja slips away from her home and reaches the ground. Feeling damn hungry, she unwraps the chocolate along with the children and they all relish the taste of the chocolates.

After playing for a brief moment, Pooja hears one of her lady neighbors' passing by and commenting on her,

"Dekho zara iss ladki ko, abhi shadi ko tute hue do (2) din bhi nahi hue aur kaise bahar aakar bachon ke saath khel rahi hai. Aaj kal ki ladkiyon ko to koi sharm nahi"

"Rajat ruk, main abhi ayi...",

saying that Pooja walks to the ladies.

Reaching them she asks,

"Cricket khelengi aap?"

This comes as a surprise for the ladies.

"Cricket?",

they ask in unison.

"Haan chaliye na...",

insists Pooja.

"Nahi nahi humein cricket-wicket khelna nahi aata na hi iss umr mein humein cricket khelna shobha deta hai. Hum apna kitchen sambhal le wo hi humein aata bhi hai aur humare liye aasan bhi hai",

says one the ladies, feeling awkward as she finds it weird, thinking about herself playing cricket.

"Kamal hai, aaj ke zamane ki aurat ho kar bhi apko cricket khelna nahi aata?",

taunts Pooja.

"Iss mein konsi badi baat hai?",

says one of the aunties.

"To mera network khana banane se nahi judta, iss mein bhi kya badi baat hai? Zaruri hai har ladki kitchen mein sabziyon ke contact list se hi apna connection jodey? Sabziyon ke list ko hi scroll karti rahe?",

she asks them.

Realizing that she is correct, the ladies lower their eyes. Giving them a last look of disgust, Pooja turns to reach the kids once again. The ladies leave thereafter.

"Aao chalo khelte hain!",

declares Pooja to the kids, turning to look towards them.

Suddenly her phone rings. Checking the callers name, she hands over the bat to the kids and tells them that she'll join them later. Walking away she receives the call.

"Haan Mrumi bol",

she says.

"Pooja jo information mili hai wo bilkul theek hai",

confirms Mrumi.

"Acha? Tu ne SMS theek se check kiya?",

asks Pooja.

"Haan yaar I am sure wo deshdrohi hai. He is a bloody traitor!",

says Mrumi, spitting venom through her each word.

Laughing, feeling great, Pooja says,

"Acha? Ye to bohot achi baat hai. Chal issi baat par party".

"Acha apne contact list se uska number forward kar de na. Itne saal ho gaye hain. Ab to number bhi delete kar diya hai maine apne contact list se",

says Pooja.

"Pooja, tu ye kaise kar rahi hai? Tujhey bilkul bura nahi lag raha? Kaise itna khush ho sakti hai tu itna?",

asks Mrumi.

"Karna parhta hai Mrumi, warna memory full ho jati hai phone ki",

says Pooja.

Mrumi succeeds doesn't fail to notice the sadness and pain in her voice.

"Pooja...",

mutters Mrumi lovingly, to give Pooja strength. Then she adds further

"Aur... aur tujhey itne saal kahan hue? Abhi kuch din pehle hi to...",

Mrumi gets interrupted by Pooja's laughter.

"Hahaha... tu bhi na... acha mazak kar leti hai",

says Pooja.

"Mazak?",

asks Mrumi, confused.

"Tere aas-paas koi hai kya?",

she asks Pooja.

"Haan...",

replies Pooja with a big smile on her face.

"Oh! Main samajh gayi",

says Mrumi, a bit nervous.

"Kya tu akele ye kar payegi?",

asks Mrumi, concerned.

Sighing, she says,

"Aur koi raasta nahi hai. Mere phone mein bus incoming hi hai abhi, outgoing nahi hai"

"Yani ke tu ne thaan lia hai ki tu issi raste par chalegi?",

asks Mrumi.

Pooja sighs in answer.

"Theek hai yaar all the best. Know that I am always there for you, alright?",

says Mrumi, smiling.

"Janti hun mera bacha",

smiles Pooja.

"Chal tujhse baad mein baat karti hun. Bye!",

says Pooja.

"Bye!",

and Mrumi ends the call.

Ending the call Pooja sighs. She looks around whilst pushing the phone into her pocket.

"Chalo khelte hain...",

she calls out to the children, merrily.

As Pooja hits the ball which goes to her left and the kids run to get the ball, Pooja turns her head to her right to catch someone slipping away quietly. A guy in black jacket and black trousers. Pooja doesn't make any effort to move and catch him, she quickly fishes for her mobile and takes a snap of his!

Looking at the picture, she mummers,

"Teri baad mein zarurat parhegi!"

Giving a last look towards the way from where he went away, Pooja locks the mobile and shoves it into her jeans pocket.

Reaching her home, Pooja sits on a chair and searches about KMA on her mobile web. Although not much of the information was available about the faculty members but reading the same articles as Naina read, Captain Rajveer Singh Shekhawat, arrests Pooja's attention successfully.

"Captain Rajveer Singh Shekhawat! Mujhey aisa kyun lag raha hai apka aur mera connection bohot acha judega? Aur ye bhi ke aap mere kaam aa sakte hain?",

mutters Pooja.

Smiling, feeling determined, Pooja highlights his name with the mouse.

~*~*~

In his room, as Huda does the packing, he thinks,

"Main janta hun Mummyji ke apko acha nahi lag raha mera apko aise chor kar jana. Gusse mein shart to laga li thi apne mujhse, par ab apka dil kutarr raha hai. Khud par hi apko gussa aa raha hai. Par Mummyji aap bilkul chinta mat karo. Apse shart lagayi hai to jeet kar bhi dikhayega Huda. Main academy jaunga bhi, aur ek acha soldier bhi bann kar dikhaunga",

says Huda.

"Khair, chinta mujhey iss baat ki nahi hai. Filhal to main ye soch raha hun ki mere batch mates kaise honge?",

thinks Huda, uttering the words in a dreamy voice.

Then suddenly something comes in his mind,

"Oye yaar bhaley hi main ye nahi dekh sakta ki mere batch mates kaise honge. Par ye to dekh sakta hun na ke mere seniors kaise hain? Mera matlab kaisi hain? Arrey waah...",

shouts Huda, out of excitement.

"Huda tu to bada hoshiyar hai yaar!",

he praises himself, blushing.

Huda switches on the computer and starts searching about KMA. Soon his eyes falls on a beautiful lady cladded in a beautiful saree. Her sleek features capture Huda's eyes.

"Wow...! Kya chhori hai!",

blurts Huda in a dreamy voice, his eyes wide open out of excitement.

"Dr. Mishra!",

he reads under her picture.

"Agar doctor aisi hain to koi bhi khushi khushi mareez banna pasand karega!",

says Huda, getting excited, his voice still dreamy.

"Sorry Mummyji apka Huda apna khyal thoda kam rakhe shayad. Par chinta mat karna aap, khyal rakhne wali bhi hogi wahan!",

he says, blushing, staring her.

"Ab to Huda tujhe soldier banne se koi nahi rok sakta!",

he mutters, naughtily.

~*~*~