VINTAGE AASHIQ..........

The Something Else..

The Overview

It is hard to believe how fast life changes at times. More often than not for the worse. The past two weeks have had their share of shocks and surprises as well as moments of absolute boredom, both of which being equally capable of driving me over the brink of madness.

The Shocker

Scherbatsky made many big decisions in the past fortnight or so, one of them being the idea of leaving Mumbai for good and settling down in her dream town of Goa. Actually, this was the second decision that she made. The first one was to get back with her ex-boyfriend whom she has been in love with for the past 4 years. It's important to mention that he lives in Goa, seems to be in great shape and has a set of teeth brighter than a bolt of lightning. I almost forgot. He has a bike as well. Now, neither of her decisions sat too well with me for obvious reasons. Mosby took things really well, as usual, thanks to a good head that he has on his shoulders. Unfortunately, I can't say the same about myself.

The Saturday

This past Saturday, I was supposed to meet Mosby and Scherbatsky at our regular Saturday hangout. Around 12:00, I learnt that Mosby can't show up since he is sick. No, not that way. I mean he was really sick. Literally. That left just the two of us. At 2:30, I was informed that Scherbatsky can't show up either since her dog was operated upon and was unconscious and it was imperative that she stays by the dog's side throughout the evening. After sending a flurry of desperate messages to her, which I'm not too proud of, and she being kind enough to reply to the same, the plan was back on. Just that it had gotten postponed a bit. So instead of being by a dog's side throughout the evening...she chose to be...well...by a dog's side throughout the evening.

The Meet

She arrived by 7:00, as promised, looking as pretty as a picture. I think she has gotten into the habit of doing that. I meant looking pretty, not keeping her promises. Anyway, I had a ball for the next three hours. It was the usual: the food, the smoke, the Scherbatsky, the beer and of course, something way cooler than beer - the rum. The Mosby element was sadly missing from the equation. I think I bored her to death with the jokes the whole evening. To add to her misery, this time around she didn't have the gentle giant to cover her or make sense out of what I was saying. Poor thing.

The Gift

The only saving grace of the evening was the fact that she loved the gift that I got for her. I really did not see that coming. I mean how many girls would say the words "I love it" when a guy gifts them a DVD set of Pirates Of The Caribbean - Trilogy?

The Bet

One of the major highlights of the evening was the bet. It took me a long time to actually make her agree to it though. The bet states that if she is not married by the age of 33 and I have stayed a virgin for the next nine sad and sorry years of my life, then we would tie the knot. You know, take the vows. Be man and wife. Be joined in the bonds of holy matrimony. I guess you get the picture. We spat on our respective hands, crossed our hearts and shook on it to seal the deal. The spitting part was disgusting, although she seemed to enjoy the look on my face when I did that.

The Door

Soon, it was her time to leave and my time to be sad. I don't think I did a very good job of concealing that. What can you expect from a drunk guy in love? I remember begging her to stay back a little longer just the way a junkie begs for more dope from someone. It was pathetic. She walked out of the door nonetheless. I sat there very still, just for a few seconds before calling her up. I remember asking her to walk in through that very door again in 15 seconds and wait for a little while before I finish my drink. But she said she had to go as it was getting late. Fortunately, I was not drunk enough to forget the sense of time. So I acceded to her request. Actually, it was more of a statement than a request. The point being the door didn't open again.

The Conclusion

She has got the job that she always wanted, the town she always wanted to stay in and the guy she has always loved. Saying that "she is on a roll" would be an understatement of epic proportions. She plans on flying off to the land of beaches by the end of this month as she needs to report to work from the 1st of August. That's right. She won't be around for Mosby's birthday either. On retrospecting, I have to say that the week following The Saturday has been a little weird. She went ballistic on me a few days back saying that she doesn't want to break my heart, she doesn't want to hurt a good friend, she doesn't want "any of this" and it is great that she is moving to Goa. I called off the bet to make her feel a little better and put a lid on the volcano. However, last night, the bet came alive again. This time...to live forever. Well, at least for the next 9 years to come. The bet reads itself out loud and clear on our respective Facebook walls and is therefore, immortalised, thanks to her .

The Something else

I can't believe that it's been just a little over a couple of months that I met this character. I don't know her completely yet. But the extent to which I do know her is enough to make me realise that she is someone I would never like to see walking out of my life. This post was supposed to serve as a medium to meet one of her conditions. The condition was that she would tell me why she was so angry the other day only and only if I post this. But now that I am by the end of the post, I realise that I really needed to write this anyway. I guess I would have written this...eventually. The reason being that I need neither bets nor conditions to tell someone that I am in love with her. I always told her that there was a story. I found the first page alright. You're reading it right now. I just hope it's not the last one. The point is that...I am going to miss her. The sad part is that she will never know how much. The girl has a hard time believing me thanks to my facetious behaviour that never seems to run its course. Fair enough. And I have a hard time letting go of the very few people I actually love. Fair enough again, I guess? Aye? It's not my fault this time though. It's hers. Because she is so good at pulling off that one trick, like no other. That one trick which I will refer to, for years to come, as 'The Something Else'.