Another Mortal Life

How could it happen? How could he let it happen? He doesn't remember the last instance of this thing happening to him. He had even started believing this thing doesn't happen to anybody sane in this world, and in his college in particular. It's not like he had shielded himself from all thoughts people consider similar to this one, but from this one atleast. He was yet another lost soul in the coveted campus of his who used to take comfort in the theory that "you could find a girl of this campus attractive only if you've gone insane or are deeply frustrated." And like everybody else who 'believed' in it, he too knew it well that it's nothing but the theory of sour grapes.
But theories are meant to be shattered. And this one (for him at least) lost its existance, a month back, to someone's smile, a smile all unaware of his presence, a smile that originated from deep within, but didn't reach the face in its entirity, and yet the fraction which emerged out was more than enough to make any heart loose some beats. Man! This girl was in the same year as him and he happened to see her for the first time that day! Should've frequented the 'Wind T' more often, he thought. And a few minutes later he found himself on the pre-registration site. Darn! They display names of people registering for all but humanities courses (e.g. a possible interaction session!) for the next semester.
That evening, he found a good listener in me, and a bad advisor: "Common OC kar le", "Register for her DE courses as OCs." Nothing was found feasible. "What else can I suggest yaar? You aren't much into extra-curriculars, nor is she, I guess." Then I thought of resolving the issue the other way-> warned him of blasphemy(!) - "IIT ki ladki?!?!?!", but couldn't make him give in to that. After some two hours of a fruitless conversation, I left him with himself.