“Let us start a Youth Club!” I exclaimed in excitement. Ken had never liked the idea of clubs, especially the ones which had a youth word in it. “We will arrange something nice, like an event where all members can participate, interact & become friends” I continued not realizing Ken wasn’t too interested to continue. Ken yawned and rubbed his stomach signaling he is hungry two times in the last three minutes. What is with good looking guys I wondered.

“Look Kev, I know you are not that interested in clubs, etc but this is our only way to get know some girls in this apartment dude” I followed up. The sound of girls made him sit up and look at me like as though I mentioned the names of the cine-actresses who he had been dying to get introduced to. “It will hardly take two hours of your time in a week, lets meet every week, plan an event and organize one in 2 months time” I continued, and end up saying “this is the only way we could get to know that girl on the second floor”.

Ah, what things boys do to get to know one girl?

“OK man, but I don’t can’t afford two hours every week. With college exams’ coming up it is difficult to spend that kind of a time. May be one hour every week. Anyway you have planned half the things in your mind”. It was a more a statement than suggestion. He thinks he is a real stud, he wants me to cook the meal for him to eat I thought.

With the current scenario, something was better than nothing. May be with time and once we get things started he will spend more time on helping me out in the operational activities I thought.

Ken was the only friend I had in my apartment. It was newly constructed and was just ten percent occupational. We were among a group of fifty families who occupied the property in the beginning. Ken went to the most heap college in town and looked like someone who was referred generally as stud among guys. He had all characteristics to woo any girl in town, yet had this can’t-do-the-rituals-but-want-the-blessings attitude.

We somehow mobilized some guys in the apartments and spread the idea of making some friends in the lonely planet in the middle of the city. For some reason I knew from the beginning the idea of opening a Youth Club would attract lot of attention especially among the guys, but girls, they are a breed on their own. But what about that second floor one I wondered.

Once the preliminary debates were handled it was time to enroll members into the club. I took the responsibility with Ken and went to every house to update our database (an old accounts ledger from college), with information on each and everyone's name in the apartment. The first few houses we went to there was welcoming reactions. Infact everyone offered us things to eat and a drink at least. I wasn’t too pleased with every one talking to Ken with almost diligence and ignored me completely. Was it the clothes I was wearing I didn’t know.

Ken was dressed in a blue denim and black adidas T-shirt. There were words Impossible in nothing written in white right in the middle with a Adidas logo on its top. He had this typical boy next door look. I wore brown cargo shorts, which was quite old by standards and a t-shirt which looked no better than a piece of curtain cloth.

No wonder no one even paid attention to me I grumbled within. They must have been thinking I am some sort of a wannabe. I was getting more frustrated as we entered a new house, as Ken made smooth moves with each passing opportunity.

Then we came to her house….

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To be continued.

Filted by sambhar....

Labels: Boys, Girls, Story, Teen, Youth