The Boy

By Chanchal

The boy is a beautiful love story of a simple boy Aryan who feel in love with a beautiful girl Sophie in school. The simple boy who was a footballer became the dreamer and then a lover through the ways which he walked step by step to the Dreamland. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chanchal
• Release date: Jul 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781393632979

Chanchal

Chanchal is a self-publishing writer who began his career as a blogger in Wordpress and Google BlogSpot. Born in Noida, and brought up in different cities of India.  He started with writing articles, essays and short short stories(S3) on blogs.  Then he published short stories (S2). His most-famous works include The Boy, Faryadi, Milan-the part two of Faryadi which are made of many short short stories (S3) and poems of Hindi, which Chanchal had translated and converted them into the short story (S2). The Boy is the most famous romantic tragedy of a simple boy Aryan. It is a mixture of romance, fairy tales, and comic low life scenes. An article, The Theory of Dream is one of best till date, which opens the people’s mind and enriches it.  Chanchal got the idea of writing a novel The Boy during writing an article The Theory of Dream. Jaggery is a memoir and Galaxeria in which Chanchal has introduced more than 100 new fascinating idioms, is a classic book to read full of short short stories, tales and articles and Idioms with moral lessons.  Galaxeria in the gutter is an amazing short story (S2)which goes with stars through exciting stories. (S0).  In the wisdom of life, he has written 49 word’s meanings and in Ponchi Fonchi, he showed an art with more than 300 new idioms and phrases. Then there is the book Verbida which is a collection of amazing articles and in Reverida a love story of two birds which ignites the love in humans too. In two parts of Quatrain de Coeur, he has gone deeper in writing the stories in shorter versions. These two parts have monostichs.  He writes letters as well through the book ‘Letters to the daughter’ which inspires and motivates the young girls to do better in their life and live in a wonderful and peaceful way. And other books like ‘the way of the other way or the way of the other way’ and beautiful stories and five theories to change your life are also the must read ones.  Homat the book of fables and Bilibi are dreamer’s books and others in the long list of books of writer Chanchal.

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The Boy

By Chanchal

Chanchal is a self-publishing writer who began his career as a blogger in Wordpress and Google BlogSpot. Born in Noida, and brought up in different cities of India.

He started with writing articles, essays and short short stories(S³) on blogs.

Then he published short stories (S²). His most-famous works include The Boy, Faryadi, Milan-the part two of Faryadi which are made of many short short stories (S³) and poems of Hindi, which Chanchal has translated and converted them into the short story (S²).

The Boy is the most famous romantic tragedy of a simple boy Aryan. It is a mixture of romance, fairy tales, and comic low life scenes.

An article, The Theory of Dream is one of best till date, which opens the people’s mind and enriches it.

Chanchal got the idea of writing a novel The Boy during writing an article The Theory of Dream.

Jaggery is a memoir and Galaxeria in which Chanchal has introduced more than 100 new fascinating idioms, is a classic book to read full of short short stories, tales and articles and Idioms with moral lessons.

Galaxeria in the gutter is an amazing short story (S²)which goes with stars through exciting stories. (S⁰).

In the wisdom of life, he has written 49 word’s meanings and in Ponchi Fonchi, he showed an art with more than 300 new idioms and phrases.

Then there is the book Verbida which is a collection of amazing articles and in Reverida a love story of two birds which ignites the love in humans too.

In two parts of Quatrain de Coeur, he has gone deeper in writing the stories in shorter versions. These two parts have monostichs.

He writes letters as well through the book ‘Letters to the daughter’ which inspires and motivates the young girls to do better in their life and live in a wonderful and peaceful way.

And other books like ‘the way of the other way or the way of the other way’ and beautiful stories and five theories to change your life are also the must read ones.

Homat the book of fables and Bilibi are dreamer’s books and others in the long list of books of writer Chanchal.

And Ninseceke means kiss on the forehead is a beautiful short story (S²) book.

The old cup (a poetic story) which is his last published book is on old parents and is must read for youngsters.

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‘Ninseceke (a kiss on forheard) to all readers’

Chapter 1

It was a summer of 2002; he was going to Kolkata, as his father who was an employee in Oil Company got transferred from Meerut a city in North India to city Kolkata, a capital of West Bengal state in eastern part of India. It was a long Journey in a train. He saw villages to the jungles to farm lands to the cattle and wild animals.

It was not the new thing for him. After every three years his father got the transferred; it was rule of the company of his father. And he and his father had to go for the long journey with all bags and home things.

Journey was part of his life and Aryan loved it. It would be the new city with new people and new sceneries. It was all fun for him.

It was early morning and train was reaching to the platform of Howrah station. Coolies were standing from their feet and started running to enter in to the train to pick the passengers’ bags. First time in my life, saw the cars and taxis had parked inside the railway station, just few meters away from the railway track and between the two tracks. That was strange for him. Well, they went outside and he saw the clouds over the sky ‘wow... clouds are waiting for us to welcome’ he said to himself.

Then they hired the taxi to their colony in Alipore and Aryan sat at the rear seat.

‘Papa, is this giant steel bridge called Howard Bridge?’ he asked to his father. ‘Yes son... it is’ his father said. After few minutes it started raining ‘oh clouds... you never left me alone. You always come with me. By the way thanks for rain. I really like it to have fresh drops in my hand with the morning sunshine, so beautiful. Once again thanks a lot’.

He was waiting to see the trams running on the Howrah Bridge. But he did not see a single one. His father told him ‘many years back government stopped them to run on it due to the traffic’.

He saw them first time running on it in 1989, in his first trip. ‘That time I was just 2 years old. That time papa came here for companies work but I insisted and he brought me here with himself for two days trip. I was too young to know this place, with which I fell in love in my first trip.

This time I am going to get the admission in 11th class. I am young but have old songs (old memories) too of this state. It will be beautiful three years for me’. He said to himself.

As they were still in the Taxi, his father showed me the Eden garden a cricket stadium and Mohan Began a Football club stadium ‘papa, it is the best football club in India’. He said to his father and father said ‘hmm... I hope you will have joy. It is few Km away from our new home’’.

They passed the Maidan camp; there were grounds all over the place. Boys and girls were playing football and cricket. Other side Aryan was happy to see all this as he was the footballer himself and loved Arsenal the Football club. It was perfect place for him to play football at that age ‘amazing to have so many football grounds here to play football. I will have full of playing days; thank you Mother Nature to give me this beautiful city in his age to explore my dreams and passion’. He looked to the sky and saluted it.

Then they reached to Alipore. There was the eight-floor building and his father showed the home by raising his finger above fourth floor, left hand side one is ours.

They took out their bags from the taxi and went toward the building. They entered it and father pushed a button of lift ‘we don’t have to use the stairs. Our building has the lifts’. It was the first time in Aryan’s life that he was going to see the lift. He was little scary in standing in that but he held his mother’s hand which made him comfortable.

His father opened the door and there were three rooms. Aryan and his elder brother took the right-hand side room which was opposite to the drawing room.

They got inside and kept their bags aside. As he looked outside the window, it was raining and was persuading him to imagine and playing in the High bury in Arsenal’s shirt.

He said to himself ‘one day I will be there... yes will be there on a rainy day with a football and thousand people’.

Chapter 2

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He got the admission in 11th class in St John school, Ballygunge and he took the commerce stream.

It was his first day in school with a beautiful sunshine and clear and blue sky. He reached early, so class was empty. He did not know his bench that's why he put his bag on front one. Then a boy with long hair came and saw him strangely. Aryan asked him ‘is it OK to keep the bag on this bench?’ He said ya, it is ok.

After prayer he came back and saw his bag on the last bench.

He took his bag and sat there. After few minute a fatty boy came and sat there too. His name was Shantanu. Aryan was a shy boy. He did not say hello or anything

Then madam came. She was Economics teacher and class teacher too. Some students told her about the new student. She saw him and asked for his introduction.

He told about himself in Hindi. She was amazed to see him speaking in this language. She told him to speak in English. He spoke but in his own way. She asked him a question where are you come from? This time he was amazed. I said I come from Meerut.

She was surprised, thought how he could get the admission in this school without knowing English very well. Then she moved on

He sat down and everybody was staring at him. He thought why everybody was looking him in a different way?

And after first period, h got the answer of his question ‘Why everybody is staring me in a strange way?’

They were all different and speaking in English, like that were their mother tongue and he was not like them.

He was from the north India. His mother tongue was Hindi. And in Kolkata everybody was good in English and the Bengali.  He never thought he would phase that time of situation in his life.

Where ever he went before Kolkata, he got people like him only. It was normal to speak in Hindi. After all Hindi was the national language of his country India.

He thought ‘I am normal in English. Otherwise, how could I survive till 10th class? Maybe I am shy and speak less that’s why I am unable to speak’.

At the end of the day he was feeling alone in the school. He hung his bag on his left shoulder and went outside to take his bus the sunshine has gone away so fast from my life. I think it is not possible. Maybe I think so much about it. My first day had the bad song (bad memory). Let’s see, tomorrow maybe I can have new song (memory) with new beautiful sunshine’.

School used to provide the school bus to pick and drop the children from and to home. When he reached home his mummy asked ‘how was the school?’  he said ‘good’ . But that was not good. That whole day he was just thinking about going back to home.

Chapter 3

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Next day after taking bath he got ready for the school. He had little hesitant in his mind to go school or not but he took bus.

He was the sky and the sun ‘it is all same like yesterday, blue sky and the beautiful sunshine. May be yesterday is going to repeat itself again or I am going to live the ‘yesterday’ again’.

Teachers and students they all were talking in English only. There was not even a Hindi subject. He knew about it and till 10th he had the other subjects in English only. But he thought ‘A country where more than 70 percentage people are Hindu, they do not have the Hindi subject in 11 the class. It is strange and a quiet one’.

He had other subjects like Business studies, Accounts, Computer science, Economics and physical education. They all were in English. That was OK. H had all subjects in English only till 10th class except Hindi.

He thought ‘maybe I am the north Indian. And we are knows for weak English. Am I weak? I think so. Yes I am. It is not like that I come from the Hindi medium. I am weak in one subject called English’.

After completing his 10th from Meerut he came to Kolkata. Here people were Bengali they only knew English and Bengali. It was quiet normal for the person in India’s other part of states than Northern ones to use English in talking and government offices. But Aryan was unaware of this.

Because of the language He was feeling strange there like he was different from others. ‘Being different is good but not always’ he said to himself.

After the period of accounts he had positive thoughts about it ‘I will be good in it’. And he had interest in economics too. But he was dumb in English class and because of that other teachers also thought that he was rustic and a boy he came from the village.

Half of the students always talked in English or Bengali. Only few were there who could talk with him. In starting he talked little with Shantanu. He did not know; how would Shantanu feel or any other student? That’s why he did not try to talk with him or with anybody else. His shyness was one of the reasons too behind this.

He was feeling like he was different and not one of them. 

Fourth period was computers. Which he never used before in my life; he got the Computer’s because he did not get the Math’s. He went t the computer’s lab with other students. Computer Teacher talked with him little. His behavior was not like other students. Might be he did know about him yet. Only those 40 minutes of period gave me some solace in second day from embarrassment.

Otherwise his second day went worse than the second day. All the time he was waiting for the last period’s bell so he could go outside and took his bus and go back home and got some peace.

In home he thought about the computer class of which he did not understand anything. He told about this to his brother Amit and he said ‘keep it in front of you for few days and you will start understating things automatically’.

But Aryan did not tell him about other things. He was afraid of going to school. He did not have any interest of school. He was scare of teachers and students’ staring eyes.

Chapter 4

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Third day was not different in morning. Nobody cared about him and why would they do? But he was feeling like a ghost ‘I am alone in thousand people. I feel awkward whenever I see the eyes of other students; I think that they only think about me in wrong way. Whenever they smile I feel bad I think that they laugh on me.

That is the different if they don’t not do this, but I think they think I was rustic’. 

He talked sometime with Shantanu might be just because they used to spend the 5 to 6 hours in a day together on the same bench.

He was afraid of English period more than anything. English Teachers’ eyes were scary. He always put down his head and started seeing the book in her class. He was afraid to look toward the Teacher and green board.

He was afraid of other students too. ’How they all were seeing to me, hardly, I looked the upside. There is no one with whom I can talk. This is not called school. I don’t deserve this, not at all’. He thought.

Again going back to home was the best thing. He was hoping every second to hear the bell. And finally the bell rang and he hung his bag on his left shoulder and went outside the school toward the Bus. He put my bag into the bus and sat there quiet. Other students were roaming outside, playing and waiting for other students to come. But he was there hiding himself from others.

He came back home and put his bag on the bed and sat on the chair beside the window and said to himself ‘I am feeling bad, extremely bad. I never hope to see these days in my life’.

In the night, Amit was listening songs on Radio even that also made his mood bad. At night, Radio Jockey used to speak for people, who broke their heart. And Amit liked to hear them. Aryan did like these things. He took the pillow and put it on his ears and tried to sleep. But it did not come. The school, teachers and students scary eyes were in front of his own ‘hey Mother Nature helps me. It hurts and hurts badly’.

Chapter 5

Next day he was again ready for the school but was not hoping of miracle ‘will I get English in a day? Nothing happens in a day. Even tree takes many years to grow and then gives fruit’.

But it happened. As miracles always happen when you least expect it. Sixth period was games. The entire student went to the ground. It was not big one but enough to play. Sports Sir gave the football, ya it was football. He was happy after looking at it but he was standing behind all the boys. He did not know how to tell them that he also wanted to play. He thought it was better to sit at one corner. But a boy of his class took him in his team. He was happy. It was football man. It was football.

He entered in to the ground. He knew nobody knew how was he feeling? But that was like getting the heaven. He was running behind the ball. He was chasing it like tiger sees the deer on the open field. He kicked the football few times but did not score a single goal but first time he was feeling happy the whole 40 minutes.

His shirt was in a sweat. Air was coming from the window, which was just beside the right-hand side of Shantanu’s. Economics’ teacher came and she was teaching about the macro economics. She was staring him too. But she was nice not scary type like the English teacher. She did not say anything. She was the class teacher too. She was best teacher he got.

In all other period’s, he was just passing them by putting his head down.

That day was good. In evening, Amit and he went to the Mominpore for bringing the chicken. First time I went to the outside. Again, in the night Amit ran the radio and listened broken heart songs. And Aryan ‘oh...nobody let me to have bite of piece’.

Chapter 6

It was computer’s period and he did not understand a word. He was scared to dare to ask the teacher about something. He did not know how to use the computer at all and about the subject too. He used to sit idle there.

That day in evening he told his father ‘Papa, I have the computers in my subjects. I don’t understand much. So, can I do practice in your office? His father said ‘yes’.

Next evening he went to his office and did the practice of MS DOS by reading the book. An uncle came after a while but he did not ask him anything.

Few weeks had gone and he did practice a lot about his subject. In computer’s he became little good but not best. But in school days were going like the same way. He was just waiting for the games. But there were only two periods of it in a week.

One day it was an English period after sports and his happiness pissed like a balloon (fall suddenly) on the fear.

He was not looking at the madam when she was teaching the poem called blossom. He knew he was weak in English that’s why he was not looking toward the madam. So he put down his head.

After few minutes, madam called his name, Aryan and he was shivering after listen his name. He did not know why she called him. He was confused with many thoughts. He raised his head and saw her, she was looking him too. He put his head down again but after a second again saw her. Whole class was looking at him. Then she asked him What is the meaning of blossom? he was blank due to fear. He said nothing and nodded his head in no and remained silent in embarrassment.

She told him to stand up and he stood in fear. He was ashamed of him. He was the only one who was standing in the class. Everybody was looking at him only. After few seconds, madam told him the meaning of blossom ‘It means flowers’. Madam said to him that ‘if you don’t know something, always ask me’. She was looking like, she was requesting to him.

He sat down. After few minutes, he was feeling bad but what could he do.

‘She is right in her own way. It is her responsibility to teach me. She is just trying to teach me. I cannot say that she makes fun of me. But sorry madam I cannot ask you in front of the whole class to myself a topic for fun or joke’.

It was worse than other days. Some-how he passed the day and came back home. Amit also came from his medical couching class. He was preparing for the medical entrance exam. In evening he and went to the Mominpore market for eating Golgappas. It was Amit’s favorite.

That evening he told Amit about this ‘I am weak in English. Everybody speaks in the class but I cannot’. He did not say more to him about his days in school. How he was behaving in school and felt there. He told mummy and papa about it. It was normal for them as he was weak in one subject, but it was more than that. Aryan knew it very well.

Next day, it was games and he was happy again. This time he scored but was humble and did not celebrate much. He thought ‘I am nothing. I am like a shit here. Even shit is brighter than me. I am good in anything. I play and I remind other people about me’.

Next period was Account’s but Account sir was good too. He loved to do the BRS and journal entries. This sir also did not say much to him. But he was weak in English and so sir also thought that he did not know anything about this world like he was from another world.

Few more days were gone like this only. He just used to go school and come back home. He just wanted to play football all day. Games period was the only best thing of the school. ‘Where are my dreams of football? Where is Maradona? Where is Arsenal? With football I was nothing and now it is true, I am nothing at all.

I don’t not like to go to school anymore, it sucks. My life sucks but I am helpless and I have to go every morning. What should I tell to Mummy and Papa? Or should I tell anything to them?

Now days I really don’t want to go outside from the home’

In the evening his father came with two passes of next day’s cricket match between India and England in Eden garden. So he got the opportunity to not go the school tomorrow. But he was afraid to go there too. But that was his first chance to watch the match in a stadium and that also watched the playing great Sachin Tendulkar.

But he decided to go after thinking all right. Next morning, He bought and brought the chart paper from the stationary and wrote it Sachin Tendulkar, The God of cricket.

Amit and he took the tram from Mominpore to Eden garden. First time he travelled through the Tram. It reminded him his first time long back ago, when his brought him here and; he travelled on the Howrah bridge in 1989.

Amit and he reached there with the Indian flag colour head band for. There was big queue outside the stadium to go inside. There was checking. They went inside and stadium was big and beautiful. They got the seat and India came to bat first, in opening Sachin Tendulkar and Yash Ganguly. The God of cricket hit the second ball for boundary. Amit and me shouted ye ye ye ye ye . He hit the fifth ball too, for four. We both again shouted Sachin Sachin, Sachin Sachin with all the other people.

But he got out soon and their interest in the match too had fall. But rest of the players played well and kept interested them.

Aryan was happy after a long time. He lost the bad songs (memories) of the school and their lyrics (moments) too.

At night after the match which India won they came back in tram to home.

After reaching home he saw his bag was lying on the table. Once Again lyrics of the bad songs started to come in his mind and started fucking it. He was feeling bad to go school but what could he do. He had to go. He did not have the other option.

He was drinking all his frustration in his mind. He was killing it inside himself. He could not show his frustration to others. He was so embarrassed of himself that even he could not cry.

‘I want to cry. I want to go somewhere, where I can stay alone and have some peace with my salty water (tears). Here I cannot do anything. I am all in the twig (trapped)’.

Chapter 7

It was a lunch and he was sitting in his last bench. There was a three row and his was the right-hand side one. He was watching the bird which was sitting outside the window. He threw a bite of chapatti outside for her but she had flu away, thought he would kill her. Then he was waiting for the finish of the lunch, so period would come and gone fast and then school would be over. And he would be all back to home.

Then he felt that somebody was watching him from the door which was at the left-hand side of the class. Again he started to see toward the window. As he was putting my lunch box in the bag it looked like somebody was watching him again. He did not know who is that person?  He did not even try to see toward the door much to look who was there?

Then bell rang and other periods started and his wait too for the bell. And finally at 1:40 pm it rung and he left it. He did not try to think much. ‘School is over and I come back home again for my little happiness’ he said to himself a as a friend.

At home, he was sitting on his chair. His Mummy came and told him ’we found the English tutor in Khidarpore. An uncle will come tomorrow and will take you there, his daughter, who studies in 5th class, also takes tuition. But he will take you there for once. Day after tomorrow you have to go on your own’.

He thought it was necessary to take the English tuition. He thought ‘without English, I will have nothing in this country. I will not have the education, the career, the money or the respect. Respect is main thing and I will have not even this. So I will go there tomorrow definitely and try to learn it’.

Next afternoon after school an Uncle came with his scooter and daughter. They reached there. It was a narrow street. No light was outside the house. He entered and saw a girl sitting on the sofa. She was young girl looking like studying in college and doing graduation. She was my tutor. First day, she did not teach him much, only trying to find out how much he knew.

At home Amit asked him ‘What you have learnt?’ and he said the same ‘she was just trying to find out how much I know’.

He was sitting on my chair and had the English subject book on the table and then he looked outside the window. Some kids were playing cricket on the road. He wanted to play football. But he did not want to go outside from the home. After few seconds his eyes went on Amit. Who was studying his books on the bed; he never took tensions in his life. He was cool guy.