This is a love story; been cooked up somewhere amidst the many unimportant day-to-day dealings that have monotonized life, in general. This episode might resemble some particular instances you have seen elsewhere, all unintentionally.
STATUTORY WARNING: This story is meant to have a male protagonist. It is in fast forward mode.
Both the above warnings are not co-related.
He was there in the crowd. Sitting in a gathering of fresh-from-school college juniors, he was all the very playful, exuberant and, if you may call him, the Cassanovic guy. She was the host for the function. She had the mike in her hands and was calling the shots for the program planned. And that was where they first met. Well, not exactly, met is kind of stretching it too far.
They never talked on that fateful autumn evening,
They had no idea what destiny had in store waiting.
That one day some years down the line
Their love story would pulp, in a manner very sublime.
It all began with something like this –
He = I, She = her
Fresh in college – with ball loads of guts
Albeit with more ifs and buts;
Getting a ‘jee-eff’ was one of the things to do
Before I had to bid college life adieu. (sic)
Testosterone levels rose to levels unknown,
Deficiency of progesterone in college was a major let down.
Man! This is getting lame
After testing the waters for more than a year
And getting to know about the fairer sex from both far and near;
This one girl struck a chord like no other,
‘Maybe this is it’, I began to ponder.
My friends said, ‘soch lein 22. Aivee puhade vich na payii.
Aashiqui de chakkar vich apna na katvayii’.
She had a face I recognized and a name that I had heard,
That the two were of the same girl; was a classic case of me, an awesome nerd.
We flirted on Orkut, or were it also on Hi5!,
Or was it endless mails on which our relation did thrive?
Social Networking had a major role in getting us together, on hostel's pathetic LAN;
As did Hutch’s late night talk time plan.
On one fateful New Year’s Eve I slipped the question.
She fumbled, stumbled and thought about her apprehension,
And said, ‘yes’; a moment captured vividly in my head;
A vision of all corridors in college scrambling for space in my head.
That I was officially in a relation, on a high with glee,
Many people tried to get myself a hang of me.
The first six months, I don’t recall much about the rest,
I missed out on hostel nights and screwed up my tests.
Even when two suppli’s banged my balls blue,
I was still a bit glad, coz she had got them too.
Sense prevailed after the first major fight,
And we began to bring back things in light.
Still,
We studied, fought and tried to make the most of now;
The bike rides, movie dates and coffee chats were well wide scattered, and how.
Though the moments shared together are special and well preserved.
She had been the more daring one, and I the more reserved.
There are loads of moments that we look back and fondly remember;
Moments, encased ever so monumentally of myself and of her.
There is something about these love stories. Sometimes you just wonder that is it actually a love story or am I just fooling myself. Sometimes the sense of ultra super belongingness crops up and sometimes the chains of confinement make a mess in your mind. Sometimes you think that ‘this’ is what life is meant to be and sometimes you curse your balls / brain for having gotten you in this muddle. Sometimes you would want to and would do anything to get a smile on her face and sometimes you would crap things up on purpose. Sometimes all you need is a hug to get rid of all fears and apprehensions and sometimes, well; you feel it’s better to get it over and done with.
All these emotional traumas, if we may call them were not unknown to me. Some experienced people around had given their take on what is it all about to be in love, love and be loved in return. But, human tendency; to discover the taste of the fruit by tasting it oneself often gets the better of what wisdom is stored and shared in the mind.
So, where were we?
We have had our share of long distances between us,
Sometimes, a bit more than our share, a fact that usually gets us to cuss.
Many mobile services provided have benefitted from our crazy-roller coaster relation,
Sometimes glum with distraught and at times sickly ridden with elation.
She has been there with me, through thick and through thin.
She’s seen me on the pedestal and also in the bin.
That I have not done justice to her love, is a truth staring me bluntly in the eye;
Words have been my pacifier; I know, I admit with a sigh.
I love her, well, I kind of do.
I am confused, what am I supposed to do.
Everytime I say ‘I love you’;
I question myself, am I even true?
She has made me realize the value of a sorry;
Of a please, and of forgiveness;
Of being morose and merry;
Of knowing her and her lion-hearted-ness
Such has been our topsy-turvy time together
That going to meet her on this wintery January morning, is a prospect I envisage with a shudder.
Having brought nothing much to gift her after these 4 months,
I think and hope this poem would suffice and make her chirpy,
That I spent some time to try to make her happy...!!
PS. I saw an episode of HIMYM last night that raised a new question – which amongst us is the reacher and who is the settler. Need some light!
