The whole class was almost silent, except a few disturbing elements, due to which the class sounded a bit more nosier than actually it was.
"Standard seven 'C' ! What the hell is going on? My goodness!" Screemed the teacher.
Nilesh being a history lover, was engrossed in his history book.
"How tall must have he been?" Thought Nilesh.
"People of those times were taller than people today, the average Indian height was also greater than today. Emperor Ashoka must have been at least six feet five inches tall."
Nilesh was going through the chapter ASHOKA THE GREAT, of his ICSE history book.
" He must have been a great martial artist & a leader. Not being such would have lead to immediate down downfall of such a vast empire like Magadh! Yes! He must have been a great warrior like his father Bindusar and grandfather Chandra Gupt Maurya. Or else would not have been able to maintain Akhand Bharat (undivided India) for such a long span of time."
Nilesh was completely engrossed in his thoughts when the teacher called his name.
"Nilesh Dev!" Said the teacher..
"Yes mam!" Came the quick reply from Nilesh.
" You have been called, gohh (go)!!"
"Come bhaiya, let's go!" Said the boy of class fifth , whom the karate teacher had sent to get Nilesh for Karate practice.
Nilesh was a senior karateka of the school and was perparing for the the demonstration that was about to take place at the annual sports meet next month, in which, Nilesh along with other students would demonstrate jaw-dropping stunts, as he did every year. Nilesh was a black belt, first dan in this sport and has a keen interest in martial arts.
"ehha, heaaah,,,..... huaaaaaah"
The voice of the karatekas shook the whole playground .Nilesh was still thinking about the Mauryan kings and their physique. But did not miss even a single count and was still practicing much better than most of the other students. He had become so much efficient and used to with the moves that he would have been able to do then even with his eyes closed.
"hoshshshshsh" (japanese salutation) said the sensei (instructor) and the rigorous one hour practice was over. Nilesh was still thinking of King Ashoka, when his mind shifted from Ashoka's physique to his marriage with queen Kaurvaki.
"Samrath Ashok was a great warrior and a martial artist and so he got a life partner like Kaurvaki, who was also a warrior! Will I too get engaged with a martial artist? Hell no, Mr Nil !" He said the himself . " Just look at those girls !" Nilesh looked at the girls who were his batchmates in the karate class, and said to himself, "they are extra extroverts, and you are a hard core introvert, you will never fit into them and also never ever do you try to fit, coz you are damm too serious about martial arts, and that's the reason why you can do all the moves perfectly even when you are thinking something else. Hmmmmm, I think i will date a girl who is an introvert and also knows to stand for herself." Nilesh again, was engrossed in his thoughts , while on his way to the class.
"Thee girls have none of these qualities and even not closer to what I hope, so then why should I waste my time in concentrating on them?"
With all these thoughts Nilesh reached his class,
"may i come in mam?"asked Nilesh to the teacher.
" Come in Nilesh and settle down fast", said the teacher. Nilesh sat down in his place with his never ending philosophical and historical thoughts. Suddenly the bell rings for the last period being over.
" I just hate the sound of this bell, and hate it even more when the bell is nearer to my class room. I just wish I could kick as high as Tony Jaa, so that I could break that bloody bell with just a single kick. The manual government schools are much better."
The bell can change the topic, but can never separate Mr Nil from his imagination.
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EGOLOGIST love story of an introvert
General FictionNilesh, the lead character of the story, is a hardcore introvert and a defense aspirant with martial art as his daily habit. Being an introvert, he is never able to confront any girl he likes, and always ends up with all sorts of imaginations of h...