The CJ

There's this girl in our bus who's very pretty. She's in my batch but since she's in a different department, a different faculty, we dont even know her name. Imagine, 2 years and we still dont know her name!
Now like many other things, imran and i have this thing in common that we've a crush on her. Like simultaneously. Lol. Like seriously.
Amongst ourselves, we make plans as if she's our bandi, which means is that sometimes, we end up arguing k "ye meri bandi hai tumari koi aur hai"
or
"tumay to wo wali ziada achi lagti hai na tum isko chhoro"
or
"you dont deserve her"
or even
"she doesn't deserve you, you are too good for her"

imran used to tell me he dreamt of her, periodically, but today it happened to me lol. Wo b fajr k baad, which means it'll come true, inshaAllah. Lol lol lol. Btw we call her CJ, which means Chhota Jigger. Actually her elder sister was our senior who also used to go in our bus and we called her BJ, Bara Jigger.

Anyways, there're a few characteristics that she has, the most important of which is her Nike sandals! Lol. We've been watching them forever and i remember i saw her in hkb a little while ago and i recognised her from her sandals! Then her bus stop which is on ferozepur road, near the Gaddafi gate. Me and imran normally sit on the entrance of the bus, or stand beside it, and we've to get up and out whenever someone has to get off or on the bus. Same is the case with CJ, whenever she's to get off, or on (in the morning) we've to get off. When she's passing by we act all cool and dont even look at her, lol, is that cool really? We look anywhere but not at her. Then there's this guy who gets on the bus from her stop and we call him LD, Lucky Dog that is, coz he gets to be with CJ.
Some days ago, she asked of to close that flap on the roof of the bus coz it was raining. I tried acting cool, to impress her. I pulled down with a single hand. It wont budge. I tried again. Same result. Then i used both hands, it still wont budge! I could hear giggles, and i was going red. I gave a tug and put all my weight on it, and after a while it finally gave in, but not without embarrassing me. That was probably our only exchange of convo other than the excuse mes.
But she really is pretty MashaALLAH. I dont know if we'd ever get to interact by 2010, obviously of uet mahol, which makes this interaction totally difficult. But lets not make many excuses, i'm shy as well. Sigh. Maybe she's out of reach of both me and imran.
But then, this we already know about it in our heart of hearts :)



p.s. This is dedicated to the desperation and the mahol of uet.