What's the defination of a right guy.  A guy who never makes you cry and always makes you smile. Who compliments every time he sees you. A guy in whose embrace you can cuddle and forget your worries. A guy who winks at you every now and then and makes you blush. Who makes your heart race. Life looks so easy with him.

Blah blah blah....

I just looked at the definition over the computer screen. How can someone have so much time to write a thesis about it. Silly people with their silly definition.

But.

Is that true? Is that what a girl expects from a guy? Duh...

Dude not my cup of tea, coffee or Lassi. I closed the tab and the facebook page came in my view. It was no miracle though.

I keep that page open as soon as I login to my work. By the time my programs compile I keep on scrolling down and witness crazy stuff people do.

People celebrating their one month anniversary and then 6 months anniversary and then break up at the end of the year and search a new bakra for next valentine's day mission.

My news feed had all that. And I had zero posts on my timeline other than few tagged shares by my friends and then birthday wishes. And some Personal messages on my notifications. I scrolled down again.

A message window popped up. It was her. You know right? No? Too bad.

Her name is Ragini Gadodia. As usual I saw a picture on her timeline on the same time. She was doing crazy stuff. This girl na. Where I'm tired of this facebook world she is getting used to it now. Let me take you back in time when I was not a software engineer but a normal college student.

Normal in my sense but everyone had their own definitions for me.

2013 August, I don't remember the day.

I was distributing Perk chocolates. And ask me why was I doing so?

I was so thrilled by the idea of being in the college council. And I was trying to bribe my voters.

“I did not get one” I heard a cry. You might have guessed it who was that? Ragini of course. No suspense in this matter.

I looked at her. She was the same girl who joins my class during Mathematics and Computer Science subjects. We usually combine two to three sections for a subject and her class gets combined for those two subjects. I remember her because there are only four girls in their section and four boys. Not hard to remember you see though I don't know their names compared to the way I get along with my classmates they were aliens to me.

“Sanky give her one man. And she will not vote for you still” her classmate Jatin whom I know from computer lab interaction spoke.

“Why don't you die?” she gritted her teeth at Jatin who stuck his tongue. I approached her with the chocolate box. “I want one more” she cutely demanded. “Your teeth gonna rotten” Jatin spoke infuriating her.

“Jealous” she twisted her lips. “Sanky” Sumit called me and I walked to him not interested to interfere in other class matters. They had their own ways of having fun. Though not as cool as ours but yet they always stuck together and all were brilliant scholars where I was just a lazy just pass mark jerk.

That was one more definition of me.

We had finished our graduation. I was in no mood to decide what to do with my life next. And I still wonder why did I chose it.

Masters in Computer Science.

I was looking at the list of students who got enrolled in the course by the order of their marks in entrance test. I usually go from down and finally I found my name the third place from the bottom.

I said earlier I'm a lazy just pass jerk. I was not elated at the thought I was going to pursue my masters from a Bhut Bangla type building of the university which more looks like bhul bhulayya of so many departments having their buildings at different parts.

Like I cannot see a hot girl from other department and if I wanted to do so I had to walk a distance. Forget it. I'm gonna spend next two years single rather.

The college will be re opening in a month. I had to apply for the hostel and before that I have to shift my things from Delhi to Culcutta here.

Without wasting much time I was busy in all these stuff. Two very important years of my life. Then I will be thrown to the outside world and I have to survive there alone. Sadly I will not be provided with a user manual also.

It was not sunny that day when I was sitting in my bus which will take me to the university. I was seeing around and waiting for the bus to board. For this semester I had to travel by the bus as my seat was not allotted in the hostel and without any option I had to stay in my Grandmother's house.

Never mind. Traveling was not what I loath so I can tolerate it. I felt a pat on my shoulder. As I turned my gaze I found a familiar face. Removing my head phones I stared at the face.

“Hey you are sitting in wrong bus” she said and I cocked my eye brows. Damn I couldn't read the board plus did not ask anyone also. So stupid of me. Now guess my savior?

It was Ashika. My classmate from old college. You must be wondering how she is here. Let me tell you she had enrolled for the same course. Normally talking I came to know this.

She smiled when I thanked her. I got down from the bus and got inside the bus she got inside not interested to test my destination of destiny right now.

She was sitting with someone. It was the same girl. I forgot her name.

I reached the college and after the orientation program from the Vice Chancellor's office and our own department finally day was over.

It was evening and again I followed Ashika this time to return. I need to do this for some more days.

We were bonding good over the journey. I was still the confused soul in the bus stop every morning. She was my guiding angel literally.

And one fine day I was left without that angel. She was on leave. Gosh she could not take leave after some days. I was getting used to this bus routes.

I waited a lot for her but she was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw the girl who accompanied her daily. Yes the same girl whose name I forgot.

Then I got two guiding angels. One was Ashika and the other of course Ragini. You must be thinking finally I remembered her name. But actually she introduced herself on the first day I depended on her instead of Ashika.

Totally covered with the cloth she looked like a nun to me. And those scary expressions, I wondered has she smiled ever in her life.

Never the less she is an angel to guide me. And it was practical team allotment time. I got along with very less students. I so wished I was in a team where people of my old college were also there. But Ashika was in team one and  I got Ragini in my team.

We were then assigned partners. I got one of my classmate who was from Guwahati. Dileep. He was a nice guy. I can say he was 70 percent like me.

Ragini was paired with a nerd. I don't her name. But she was more serious. I guess all the toppers are dead serious.

Ashika was laughing when I was narrating her of the incidents happened in the lab. Ragini was just behind. She walks so slow. “Er Ashu. I have to go to Library” she spoke interrupting us.

“Now?” Ashika asked looking at her watch. “Yup” she said shrugging her shoulders. Library seriously. Who goes to library on their first week. Why not the dhaba near by.

“Oh okay. Hey Sanky. I need to go with her” Ashika said apologetically. “Um that's fine. Happy baby sitting your best friend” I grinned at her and walked to the bus stop. And I felt Ragini frowning at my words.

“Jerk” I heard her whisper also which made me smile. “That I am” I walked further.

It was the first one of our arguments. Which only grew as the time passed. She hated me I could feel it. We were not enemies from a long time but something did not connect us.

It was the time for the first round test. Damn why has the test got wings of fire they just arrive and destroy the happiness and college life.

Theory was like exhausting. It was the practicals which were unexpected. I did not even understood the algorithm. I'm screwed in my first round test only.

And they will throw me out of the college. No no. It isn't even semester exams where the invigilators will be from other universities.

But this algorithm was just not what I expected. Damn.

I was biting my nails nervous. As my gaze moved to Ragini she was compiling the program without flinching. Huh Topper.

As she was going out after the compilation of the program she placed an eraser on my table. “Bubble Sort” I read the words over it and the bulb of my big head but tiny brain lit brightly. As brightly that it was evident on my face.

I know this. I know this.

I quickly compiled the program and got the result. And trust me that was the best feeling when you almost feel you are doomed and suddenly you are saved by the person whom you least expected to save your ass.

Strange isn't it. But that was true. The Ragini. The fighter cock Ragini. Or wait was that supposed to be hen. Who really cares. Yes the Ragini saved me. And I passed the first round whose marks will be added to my semester marks.

A smile crept on my face in the present when I saw the same program on my computer screen. Life can be sarcastic at times. At very weird times.