When is my bus coming.? Grrrrr… its too hot here… and I am tired standing for this long…. Usually it’s never this late. Ohhh!!!.. Now the bus is going to be stuffy and bombarded. Aaarrrgghhhh!!!
“Hey…. It’s you…Oh dear.. It has been
years since we met. Where are you know? “ I somehow wanted the bus to arrive so
that I could escape from the Terrorist Attack. It was my college mate Annie
[Annoy as I would call her]. She loved pouring hot charcoal into the combustion
engine.
[3 years ago the same situation,
place and person]
I passed a smile and gave answers to
all her interrogation questions. She kept on bragging about how beautiful her
life is with her kids and her loving husband and her new job. Good..! Happy for
you sweetie!!
“Aren’t you getting married?”, “Are
you joining the convent?”, “Aren’t you ashamed of staying single for this
long?”.
Not a word fabricated. These were
what she were coming to.
It’s quite natural that human
character is compounded with an ingredient of curiosity, in different ratios in
each human being. But when the ratio goes in high levels, the ingredient proves
to show blotches and irritation to other life forms, usually of the same
species.
Staying single and ashamed!! That’s
the worst combination that goes along. Single implies, you are open to more
options :D and moreover, you are in the jealous eyes of all “unhappily married
with kids” couples.. :P:P:P. Strange but true. Back home, in the bus, “Annoy”
ate a major portion of my ear wax and brain fluids. Man!!! She is such a pain
in the A**. [Had to use the slang, sorry]. I bet everybody has come across such
Annoys, in their lives here and there :D.
“Psst… It is not that I hate guys. ;)… I actually loved to be in the world of love, holding hands with the very special man. Even when I do the dumbest, he would stand by me and simply adore my looks, secretly. Would kiss me everyday, and say that he loves me and lift me up in the air and dance in happiness. It would all be so colourful and soft and what all is romantic called. Know what..!! I even had a background track for when he comes and takes me, with him, on the horseback. |D |D B). [Lallala lala lallala lala…] kheekheekhee.. AAhhh [sigh]…
But reality shows you the black and
white picture most of the time, aint it? There was no perfect Zorro Hero that
came across. The “HE” I looked for in every so called “Interesting” guy, was so
missing.
Scene:1 It seemed as though I could see the whole world around in
High Definition. I planted my eyes on
the walkway of the class 10. It struck 9 and there he was. Deep brown curls and
a pink smile. To add on was a red tika on his forehead. More days of watching passed
by but sooner a stroll in the school ground against each other and an
accidental hand rub. OMG! It burnt my fingers or did it melt my brains. I
confess that I didn’t wash my palm that whole day. Turns out he had a shot with
another hot babe. “TRRRKKKLLL PRRRKKKLLL CCCRRRACCCKKLLLEEE”… I think that was
how it sounds when heart breaks. That was just a start for a 13 year old.
Scene:2 Programming was
seeding in generosity wherein I couldn’t think of any better idea than turn
around. There he was, in the off-white kurta, he looked soooper cool. My neck
unknowingly turned around and eyes leaped over to the new choco crunch I could
wish for. Our eyes met in every pillar and stair ways of the atrium. His eyes
locked my sight too. It felt as though he was waiting for me at the college
gate to recommend an opening for a cutie cuddly girlfriend position. Suddenly
my already-planned plan rang a bell. Being a programmed girlfriend for the fine
guy was too much to take on to my graduation plate. I turned away my face and
walked past him. And that was it.
Further Scenes: So
apparently it turned out to be Mr. charming might just last for a week until I
get to have an argument on either, sharing tasks, or food factors, or just how
much he is into current affairs. (yuckhhh!!!!). Guys look too attractive only
when seen from a distance, and some more when it is mutual. :P :P :P. But once
the talking starts and gets to a level of heya.. seeya!!!
1. If you are still single, God
is searching for the perfect person for you. That means, you are special. All
those who are in a hurry to cuddle, let them feed their hunger… :P :P :P
2. There is no bad or good
people. People are just like magnets. They sometimes show exactly that side on
you, which repels. So just either wait for it, OR just turn around and search
for “THE” magnet.
3. The “Special Someone” is not
just somebody to fill a position of ‘SPOUSE”.
These theories are here not because I
followed it, it just means that I have been into deeper shi*. :P.
Anyways, that doesn’t matter anymore.
But as I was saying, when time comes, you would know. Speak, talk, meet people.
Understand their words. Display yourself. Do not try to be another person. Just
be you.
Scene 5 years back: One
glance through the hall way. A surprising indirect “will you marry my friend?”
note from my boss followed. Thankyous and Festival wishes just flowed through
the office communicator but I still clung on to thumbs down. I ran through the
stair way to hide him but got caught at the lift entrance. He unwound his
crumbled heart and left heartbroken another time. That one time I wanted to say
“yes”. A seeding sprout up and I had to have faith in my intuitions and “We
Spoke”. That one moment in life, when you
feel alive – I had my “that” moment.
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| Before the talk |
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| After the talk |
I admit that I had a template for the
perfect man in my life. At first it were the looks, the fair soft face and tall
frame, but gradually I felt that it more fits into the feminine template. The
dark and handsome impressed. Long hair, pierced ears, tattoos, all of it. A
prospective fashion columnist can crush on those wilds. Hhmm… shouldn’t that
sound okish to mom too. Naah. The “Not a good idea” struck me in another 2 or 3
years. But I dunno, I never could fall for a fat belly.
Anyhow, I have a secret fascination
for a fair soft face teddy with a cushion belly. Aawwww… It caught my sight and
it has a special hard-drive with all my teeny-weeny details and programmed just
to like me and make me cozy. I browsed through its softwares and to my biggest
happiness was the “Make Me Happy” program. I just wanted to shout out loud –
“OS upgraded”. World was spinning hard and I see only colours everywhere.
PS: The plum-pillow really works –
True story ;)
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