Three to tango...
Anirudh's blog post made me sit back on my couch, scratch my head and think on the same lines. I tried reminiscing on the past decade or so, trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle in place so that i get to see the real picture of my life. Firstly, it was hard to admit that it started 7 long years ago, although it still seems just like yesterday. I came from HOLY FAMILY HIGH, one of the better known schools in Andheri. Now every school has pros and cons of its own. For instance, my school had one of the best grounds in the city, complimented by a building which stood magnanimously in the midst of the industrial ones around it. But, sadly enough, it was devoid of god's best creation- women. Yes, it was a boys' school, which just made things worse for a guy like me who was already low on his self-esteem because of being highly overweight. As unbelieveble as it may seem now, i was a very shy person back then. After making way into college- M L Dahanukar, i had a lot of trouble coping up with the alien but beautiful creatures walking past me every now and then. Which brings me to the theme of this post- Love.
2002-2007
Despite being a person who believes that there is no such thing as love at first sight, my heart and my mind decided to make an exception to that idea when i laid my eyes on her. She was around 5'5, with silky black hair which fell loosely on her shoulders, beautiful dark-brown eyes which were encircled by an eye-liner or a kajal, a smile which could light up a dungeon, a child-like giggle which would fill up an empty room, a walk which would make heads turn time and again, and the vital stats of a supermodel. It was the first day of the college in 2002 when i first saw her. It's 2009, and not much has changed, except the fact that she is now a very close friend of mine apart from being the love of my life. Some say i should be happy with that. But i have been drinking PEPSI for many years, and hence yeh dil maange more. She dated some guy for 8 years and ended up dumping him for cheating on her. The guy seems to have moved on, and so has the girl, leaving behind a part of her. She has lost faith in love and guys, as she keeps on saying. Fair enough. We became friends in December 2006, in the last year of college. After a brief period of really hitting it off on the phone as friends, came a long hiatus in which she had that break-up of hers. She made up a lie and walked out of my life, on the 14th of May, 2007, a day before my birthday. It wasn't her fault though. She was told to do so by my mother who felt i was going nuts after the girl and was on my way to ruin my life. However, life comes full circle, and so we got back in touch in November 2008. We met a few times, chatted, and went back to being the good friends that we used to be. Then she started working somewhere, and we started losing touch. It's been 3 months since we have met. We do talk on the phone once in a while, but i still miss her a lot. She is and will always remain the yardstick with which i will measure all women. She will always be the one.
2008
Then came the year 2008 along with the anticipation of the CET exams which were supposed to alter the course of my life, career and ultimately, my future. I gave my exams and started working at a small consultancy to consolidate my interest in the field of Human Resources [which sucks by the way as i realized this fact shortly after i found myself in that hole]. I was there just for a month, but it was worth its weight in gold. It was in the last week that she joined the consultancy. Almost as short as me, she had the most mesmerizing pair of eyes i had ever seen with a sadness which was quite palpable, very thick hair which were mostly held together by a clip, a smile which came very seldom but was worth the wait, a very sensuous yet dulcet voice and yet again, a figure which was not very hard to guess. We hit it off immediately, and i was finding it hard to believe how comfortable i was with her. She may call me crazy, but i think she liked me too. I took off in a week's time, while she continued to work there for another month before moving to a better company somewhere else. We kept meeting throughout this month, and had a pretty good time. To me, it seemed like dating though she always seemed to deny it. There were moments when we admitted how special we were to each other. Then after a few days she started acting a bit aloof. She gave me a birthday treat at BIRDY'S, for which even Sid was invited [who by the way ate most of the cake which had PRATIK written all over it]. Exactly a week later, amidst a series of misunderstandings which seemed more ridiculous than the way i walk, she told me that she does not want to see my face again because i was fake. I was told that it seemed weird how could i switch over to her so easily after having admitted to being in love with another girl for almost 6 years. I probably shouldn't have mentioned the first girl to begin with. Anyway, she also mentioned that i was a hypocrite as i wore my father's shirts despite hating him to the core. In my defense, my father was a lousy man who owned great shirts which fit me like a glove and were left abandoned by my dad in his cabinet, and it was hard to let go of something free and useful. So, anyway, she had a few reasons to back up her case. Fair enough. I met her once again, around 6 months later, somewhere around December 2008.We met like old friends, had a good time and seemed to have come back on track as being friends after telling each other about finding our respective long lost loves. She was in the mood of going back to her ex, while i was too excited about having reconnected with the first girl. We parted on an excellent note. Then the next time i called her i was told to stay away from her life. If you think it's weird, it's fair enough. Now that i think of it, may be i was never in love with her. But i was very close to her. She was a good friend. In fact, she still is a good friend and one of the most amazing souls i have ever come across in life. I miss her too. I miss my friend.
2008-2009 [Present]
I enrolled myself in ADMI- ALKESH DINESH MODY INSTITUTE FOR FINANCIAL AND
MANAGEMENT STUDIES, a b-school in the heart of the Mumbai University campus. I met her very early in the 1st sem itself. She was an enigma. Sometimes i still think she is. Shorter than me, with the cutest smile ever, a very photogenic face, a dusky complexion, a very sharp sense of fashion, a kiddish yet endearing demeanour and a breathtaking figure [again], this girl was indeed an eyeful. We became very good friends by the end of the first sem. I had always found her very attractive but had never thought of her in the real sense until the beginning of the 2nd sem. When our friendship was at its peak, i was told by her that she had gotten into a relationship. It came as a sucker-punch, but i have to say i took it rather well, thanks to all the experience that i had in 'not getting the girl' department. They have been going around for 7 months now, and they're doing great. Her beau is a great guy and takes real good care of her, more than i ever could. Off late we have lost touch thanks to the different specializations that we have chosen, and her other priorities. But we still are friends, or so i would like to think. I would like to believe i was not in love with her either, may be a bit too emotionally attached as we used to spend almost 1o hours together every single day, being classmates.
27/09/09 [Today]
So, here i sit, thinking about all three of them. If you have noticed, all these girls had one thing in common, they were all incredibly hot. Okay....wait....that explains why i did not get any of them. The last two will always be remembered as very good friends whom i will miss nonetheless. But the first one, without a shred of a doubt will always remain the first and perhaps the only girl i have ever been in love with. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to. I may be making the whole thing up, i might be faking, and i still might be wearing my father's shirt. Wait....let me check...yes...i am in fact wearing his shirt today. Damn it. Anyways, i got to go now. But i will surely come back later to crib about my sorry life again. And you know what, i think it's fair enough. And even if it's not, who cares, it's my blog, i can write whatever i want to.
There's no rum in the house but there's a can of DIET COKE. Works for me. We're devils and black sheep...and really bad eggs.....drink up me 'earties yo-ho..!
Anirudh's blog post made me sit back on my couch, scratch my head and think on the same lines. I tried reminiscing on the past decade or so, trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle in place so that i get to see the real picture of my life. Firstly, it was hard to admit that it started 7 long years ago, although it still seems just like yesterday. I came from HOLY FAMILY HIGH, one of the better known schools in Andheri. Now every school has pros and cons of its own. For instance, my school had one of the best grounds in the city, complimented by a building which stood magnanimously in the midst of the industrial ones around it. But, sadly enough, it was devoid of god's best creation- women. Yes, it was a boys' school, which just made things worse for a guy like me who was already low on his self-esteem because of being highly overweight. As unbelieveble as it may seem now, i was a very shy person back then. After making way into college- M L Dahanukar, i had a lot of trouble coping up with the alien but beautiful creatures walking past me every now and then. Which brings me to the theme of this post- Love.
2002-2007
Despite being a person who believes that there is no such thing as love at first sight, my heart and my mind decided to make an exception to that idea when i laid my eyes on her. She was around 5'5, with silky black hair which fell loosely on her shoulders, beautiful dark-brown eyes which were encircled by an eye-liner or a kajal, a smile which could light up a dungeon, a child-like giggle which would fill up an empty room, a walk which would make heads turn time and again, and the vital stats of a supermodel. It was the first day of the college in 2002 when i first saw her. It's 2009, and not much has changed, except the fact that she is now a very close friend of mine apart from being the love of my life. Some say i should be happy with that. But i have been drinking PEPSI for many years, and hence yeh dil maange more. She dated some guy for 8 years and ended up dumping him for cheating on her. The guy seems to have moved on, and so has the girl, leaving behind a part of her. She has lost faith in love and guys, as she keeps on saying. Fair enough. We became friends in December 2006, in the last year of college. After a brief period of really hitting it off on the phone as friends, came a long hiatus in which she had that break-up of hers. She made up a lie and walked out of my life, on the 14th of May, 2007, a day before my birthday. It wasn't her fault though. She was told to do so by my mother who felt i was going nuts after the girl and was on my way to ruin my life. However, life comes full circle, and so we got back in touch in November 2008. We met a few times, chatted, and went back to being the good friends that we used to be. Then she started working somewhere, and we started losing touch. It's been 3 months since we have met. We do talk on the phone once in a while, but i still miss her a lot. She is and will always remain the yardstick with which i will measure all women. She will always be the one.
2008
Then came the year 2008 along with the anticipation of the CET exams which were supposed to alter the course of my life, career and ultimately, my future. I gave my exams and started working at a small consultancy to consolidate my interest in the field of Human Resources [which sucks by the way as i realized this fact shortly after i found myself in that hole]. I was there just for a month, but it was worth its weight in gold. It was in the last week that she joined the consultancy. Almost as short as me, she had the most mesmerizing pair of eyes i had ever seen with a sadness which was quite palpable, very thick hair which were mostly held together by a clip, a smile which came very seldom but was worth the wait, a very sensuous yet dulcet voice and yet again, a figure which was not very hard to guess. We hit it off immediately, and i was finding it hard to believe how comfortable i was with her. She may call me crazy, but i think she liked me too. I took off in a week's time, while she continued to work there for another month before moving to a better company somewhere else. We kept meeting throughout this month, and had a pretty good time. To me, it seemed like dating though she always seemed to deny it. There were moments when we admitted how special we were to each other. Then after a few days she started acting a bit aloof. She gave me a birthday treat at BIRDY'S, for which even Sid was invited [who by the way ate most of the cake which had PRATIK written all over it]. Exactly a week later, amidst a series of misunderstandings which seemed more ridiculous than the way i walk, she told me that she does not want to see my face again because i was fake. I was told that it seemed weird how could i switch over to her so easily after having admitted to being in love with another girl for almost 6 years. I probably shouldn't have mentioned the first girl to begin with. Anyway, she also mentioned that i was a hypocrite as i wore my father's shirts despite hating him to the core. In my defense, my father was a lousy man who owned great shirts which fit me like a glove and were left abandoned by my dad in his cabinet, and it was hard to let go of something free and useful. So, anyway, she had a few reasons to back up her case. Fair enough. I met her once again, around 6 months later, somewhere around December 2008.We met like old friends, had a good time and seemed to have come back on track as being friends after telling each other about finding our respective long lost loves. She was in the mood of going back to her ex, while i was too excited about having reconnected with the first girl. We parted on an excellent note. Then the next time i called her i was told to stay away from her life. If you think it's weird, it's fair enough. Now that i think of it, may be i was never in love with her. But i was very close to her. She was a good friend. In fact, she still is a good friend and one of the most amazing souls i have ever come across in life. I miss her too. I miss my friend.
2008-2009 [Present]
I enrolled myself in ADMI- ALKESH DINESH MODY INSTITUTE FOR FINANCIAL AND
MANAGEMENT STUDIES, a b-school in the heart of the Mumbai University campus. I met her very early in the 1st sem itself. She was an enigma. Sometimes i still think she is. Shorter than me, with the cutest smile ever, a very photogenic face, a dusky complexion, a very sharp sense of fashion, a kiddish yet endearing demeanour and a breathtaking figure [again], this girl was indeed an eyeful. We became very good friends by the end of the first sem. I had always found her very attractive but had never thought of her in the real sense until the beginning of the 2nd sem. When our friendship was at its peak, i was told by her that she had gotten into a relationship. It came as a sucker-punch, but i have to say i took it rather well, thanks to all the experience that i had in 'not getting the girl' department. They have been going around for 7 months now, and they're doing great. Her beau is a great guy and takes real good care of her, more than i ever could. Off late we have lost touch thanks to the different specializations that we have chosen, and her other priorities. But we still are friends, or so i would like to think. I would like to believe i was not in love with her either, may be a bit too emotionally attached as we used to spend almost 1o hours together every single day, being classmates.
27/09/09 [Today]
So, here i sit, thinking about all three of them. If you have noticed, all these girls had one thing in common, they were all incredibly hot. Okay....wait....that explains why i did not get any of them. The last two will always be remembered as very good friends whom i will miss nonetheless. But the first one, without a shred of a doubt will always remain the first and perhaps the only girl i have ever been in love with. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to. I may be making the whole thing up, i might be faking, and i still might be wearing my father's shirt. Wait....let me check...yes...i am in fact wearing his shirt today. Damn it. Anyways, i got to go now. But i will surely come back later to crib about my sorry life again. And you know what, i think it's fair enough. And even if it's not, who cares, it's my blog, i can write whatever i want to.
There's no rum in the house but there's a can of DIET COKE. Works for me. We're devils and black sheep...and really bad eggs.....drink up me 'earties yo-ho..!
If this blog ends [TODAY],i m sure it will have many more sequel's in coming yrs...not because d author is restless wen it come to god's best creation, but bcoz yeh dil maange more....and wen u mentioned abt dat cake thing,i can image dat u ate nothing dat day....
ReplyDeleteWell... haven't you missed someone???
ReplyDeleteThink hard!! You limped that day!!!
;-)
Cheers!
Ameya