The Common Story (of all boys)
For a lot of boys in JNV, ‘love’ was more of an excitement of falling in love with someone instead of actually falling in love. It is really difficult to notice the difference – especially when you’re in school and again, if you don’t want to notice the difference.
The boy sees a pretty girl, and a story starts. The concept is sometimes as simple as that. Before the boy has any idea of what’s happening, his friends pitch in and explain that he’s met the love of his life and from that point his only aim should be to talk with her. The boy wants that to be true. You know, you’re sometimes the best person to convince yourself of something.
JNV is a residential school. From the perspective of the boy, there is a lot of opportunities for him to get a glimpse of the girl. If you’re in the same class, you have at least 6 hours of subjects together everyday. Even if you’re not in the same class, there are lot of other activities – the girls’ queue to the dining hall, to the administrative building, to the evening prayer, and some boys even followed girls to highly restricted places too (I’m not going to go into the details).
Even after a lot of effort, which mainly consisted of shy glimpses, most of the boys failed to even start a conversation with the girl, let alone professing love.
But not all.