<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140842039464447007</id><updated>2024-09-19T07:41:11.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Guy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://justanotherguy2002.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140842039464447007/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://justanotherguy2002.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pronoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179976269824592740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140842039464447007.post-4977424542323470469</id><published>2020-04-28T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2020-04-28T22:55:47.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
You know the excitement before you start a new job , or the anxiety before a big day . Well I was shit scared for what was about to come , I agreed to work with Rishi but it was more or less going to be for rishi .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
12 June , 2017&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I met up with Aaron and Ayan at the shack and it was a matter of minutes before Radhika got there . The vibe was pretty negative , it was the season of break ups . Radhika broke up (not surprised) , Ayan broke up (didn&#39;t deserve it) , Aaron(deserved it) and so did I (I deserved it too tbh) . Radhika was and will be the most dramatic person I have ever seen , but she could make a good drink so we let her stick with us . She gets on top of this table we had and shouts ,&quot;from today I am no more Radhika call me tracy &quot; and Ayan remarked that its a stripper name . I don&#39;t know whether it was the comment or the booze but she fall right on her face after that .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I had to make a delivery that day , Ayan didn&#39;t know anything about the deal and fight . Vicky gave me the package and dropped me off at the place . I meet up with the person and it turns out it would be a pity to just leave it as a customer seller relation .&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot; Tripti &amp;nbsp;&quot;( thirst )&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Will I be enough to satisfy yours ?&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
As I was leaving her place I realise something , I left my phone with her . I make my way back only to find another guy at the door . Shit didn&#39;t even get real , shit got confused . I recollect myself and walked up to the door , took my phone and left . I knew this will not be &amp;nbsp;the last of her .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I updated the details to rishi , and as I went back to the shack I saw Raj . The dude was a piece of shit.&lt;br&gt;
I didn&#39;t know him well but he walked upto me held my arm and took me to a corner .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&quot; I know what you&#39;re doing , and also for whom . A piece of advice get out of it as soon as you can .&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&quot;fuck off&quot;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I showed him the finger and just ran out of there , I knew rishi was dangerous but it was only three years later I realised how much .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
16 June , 2020&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Everything had changed . I was out of the business , with a girl I actually liked and like I have control over my life . &amp;nbsp;I was going about in my life like a normal kid when Radhika called me and told about a situation . Currently Ayan got to know about rishi and our deal . He was on his way to confront him and tell him to leave us alone , with that she send me some screenshots from her chat . With the screen shots there came some messages from my girl friend ranting about something i said from a day or two earlier . I realized it must have been tracy so I just made an excuse to close the topic.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
In an hour I was with tracy , and Aaron at the shack . Aaron was just shouting and screaming that it was my fault to drag them into this , Tracy as a I remember was about to cry , it was too much to bear. That is when it happened , the phone beeped ,all three of our&#39;s . It was an address from rishi .&lt;br&gt;
The address of our shack , we opened the door to find a bloodied Ayan lying infant of us, in a condition worse than anything I had ever seen. It was enough to make Tracy vomit . We just stood there sobbing for our friend .&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
For the following two weeks , I secretly worked day and night for him so that the others could be safe . I gave up everything .Two days after that night my girlfriend broke up with me .There was nothing i could do. A friend life was on the line , the girl i loved broke up with me and nothing there was i could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I was either making deliveries , or at the hospital . You see feeling heartbroken is one thing , but the feeling of being evil and every other person looking at you with disgust is on a whole another level. A million things was racing in my head , but the only thing in my head was a friend could have died because of me .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://justanotherguy2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4977424542323470469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://justanotherguy2002.blogspot.com/2020/04/chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140842039464447007/posts/default/4977424542323470469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140842039464447007/posts/default/4977424542323470469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://justanotherguy2002.blogspot.com/2020/04/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2: '/><author><name>pronoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01179976269824592740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140842039464447007.post-6960612884658829753</id><published>2020-04-19T04:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2020-04-19T04:06:59.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 : PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; You know those days , the special ones when you are just too hyped up. A birthday , an award ceremony , first day at job . In my case it was the day I was going to wage a war against the people who in all probability could be murderers .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;2:35 PM , QUARY BAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
Me : &quot; Lets roll &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We barge in , all four of us , Aaron , Aaryan ,Radhika and me . The entire bar was empty , even the other customers were not there . We searched the place , to understand what could have happened. &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s when we see Aaryan was missing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;GUYS THE DOORS ARE LOCKED &quot; , Aaron exclaimed .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
After 20 minutes , we heard the door opening .Rishi walks in with two men , followed by a third man dragging a beaten up Aaryan by the hair . Aaryan was bleeding , I think his nose and one of his legs were broken . I knew it , my little deal with rishi would lead to something like this . It was too miserable to look at and the fact it was me who caused this to him made me feel disgusted . Aaron and Radhika stood there confused for they knew nothing of my deal .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That day , the shack was going to become the allies with the very people we wanted to get rid off. Rishi walked upto me and told the conditions :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No word of what we do goes out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Outside of our deal there would be no other relations between us .&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Incase of an emergency , we would be the ones serving as scapegoats.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The shack will become a part of their gang but it will retain its own name&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
I knew that in the distant future a conflict will happen , and the one who survives will be the one to get it all . In case you are wondering how did things take such a turn let me go back a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A FEW HOURS BACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
That morning I felt like I should call Ayan and tell him our plan , it didn&#39;t feel good . Radhika told us to keep him out of it , but I thought it was important for him know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;phone rings &amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ayan : &quot;hello?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&quot;its me , you okay ?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ayan : &quot;well yeah , its kind of better &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me : &quot; just so you know we are going all out on Rishi today&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ayan : &quot; wait what &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me : &quot;what do you mean ?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ayan : &quot;it&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t rishi who thrashed me , it was Aaryan&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me : &quot;I am sorry what ? as in the Aaryan we know ? the loser one ? &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aaryan had played the shack . I still didn&#39;t know whether Radhika too was involved in this . I called Aaron and told him . It was two hours until the fight went down . There were two options either drop the entire plan or to take help from the very person I hate, Vicky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Who is Vicky ? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;A childhood friend , more like someone I knew from my childhood . He does deliveries for rishi . The most important question being &quot;why will he help me ?&quot; , because he is my distant cousin .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I call Vicky and tell him my problem , he agreed on one condition that was a favour , a favour he could ask anytime for anything. The price was too high , but if I didn&#39;t do it I lose the only chance I had . &amp;nbsp;Vicky talked with rishi and the deal was made . The conditions were given later , and all of this in exchange for Aaryan. And so it happened .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The winds had changed and our lives were never going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;BEEP BEEP BEEP&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot;sh*t&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The clock hits 8:00 AM and for me that&#39;s 3 hours of sleep . Well guess what someone needs to stop sneaking out after all its a matter of time when I&#39;ll be sleeping on the road passed out due to the exhaustion.Someday this might stop , like really stop I mean I gotta stop I really should stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I &amp;nbsp;sit down by the table trying to remember what day it is , ask my mother where my phone is ,she tells me I should drink the phone instead of coffee just the loving family morning. And I realise something , I needed to complete my history project or I don&#39;t know there was something with history? Or was it my browser history ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&quot;&lt;b&gt;SH*T, I HAVE MY HISTORY EXAM&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;I got this , I mean I can score a passing grade right? &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Looking back that was the last time I ever trusted myself .&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I call up this guy from school .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;me :&quot;kuch padha ?&quot; &amp;nbsp;(did you study?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;him : &quot;ha&quot;(yes)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;m : &quot;pass karadega?&quot;(will you help me pass)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;h : &quot;English language Mei pass Karne jaisa kya hai&quot;(bro language is easy too pass)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;m : &quot;aaj history hai &quot;(we have history today)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;h : &quot;sh*t&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
And there it goes another thing going wrong like nothing ever goes right .&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Today as a completely normal , sane grown up person I would say the decisions I took in the following moments (I should say the plan I made) , was the most dumb thing you can do.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1:23 PM Exam hall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&quot;Time to roll&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
I raise my hand to ask the teacher if I could go to the washroom , well for a kid with a squeaky clean reputation it was quite the shock when she refused , with that phase I of the plan failed .Time for plan B .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Now the invigilating teacher was not the nicest of all people people , I would say she was was devoid of &#39;nice&#39; . I take in a breath , another two breaths followed by a sip of water , prayer to god &amp;nbsp;and I stand up .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I look straight in the eyes of the invigilator , and proceeded to walk up to her.&amp;nbsp;I tell her something&amp;nbsp;I will regret for the rest of my life , &quot;&amp;nbsp;I shit my pants &quot;&amp;nbsp;in a tone , a tone unknown to man , a&amp;nbsp;grave tone which haunts me till day . &amp;nbsp;Then&amp;nbsp;I walk out of the room , the remainder of the ones giving the &amp;nbsp;test and the startled woman looking at me blankly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Now the important question did I get suspended ? the answer is yes , I did get suspended for three days . You see I have no problem getting suspended , no student ever has a problem getting suspended . The problem arises when you drag our father into this . So as a person of great caliber I did what any person would do I arranged an uncle for me take place for my father.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
YES , I did another mistake to hide my previous mistake , which is not the deal you should ever take , I should&#39;ve taken care of the teacher in a non threatening way and the fact I am writing this might get me into more trouble . I am so messed up that even a global pandemic cannot get a lock on my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Anyways , it was around 7 PM that Aaron called me up asking for help with some external matters . The last time he said this I ended up carrying a passed out friend of his midnight but that&#39;s something for another time .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I show up at our usual spot , or as we call it &quot;Shack&quot; . I meet up with Aaron and it was unnatural to see Radhika come with him . Then as they proceeded to tell me the problem , it wasn&#39;t quite a shock but not the normal stuff too . Looks like somebody thrashed up Ayan while he was returning home from the shack , it was not even dark . it was around 5 .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;me &amp;nbsp;: &quot;is it them again ?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Aaron : &quot;rishi ? I suppose...we don&#39;t have enough to go against him tbh &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;me : &quot;yeah...he is a big deal but why&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A : &quot;nobody likes when you steal their&amp;nbsp;business bro&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;me : &quot;We should quit all this honestly its all too risky &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A : &quot;why&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t you then ?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
He knew , I knew , each one of the shack knew the night 2 years ago , a group of nerds , outcasts standing before an empty apartment swore to become better stronger , and there it was the birth of our second home the shack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rishi was getting too full of himself something was needed to be done , that evening was going to change our life forever . I knew the other to-shots were seeking to remove him from the hierarchy , ready with their fangs dripping with poison to bite and fulfil their greed . This alone was an opportunity for us , I called up Aaryan , told him we have an offer . The shortest horse in the race but the one with the wits , the one with a cunning and mischievous mind . The day after was a Saturday , rishi and his people would be all gathered at the bar . I figured there must be at least twelve people , and us only three , four on one , this is when Aaryan comes into the scene for he owned the bar and every such bar in the area .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And finally the plan was constructed , the complete credit goes to Aaryan . But plans never always&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
workout.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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