GD: abe saale sab set hai na, everything is in place, right?
Dams: haan be, tu jaa na.
GD: yaar, is today the right day? I mean, should I not give her some more time?
Dams: I have checked your horoscope, if you don’t tell her today; you will never ever be able to tell her.
GD: Don’t make fun man, am seriously getting nervous. Let’s go through it one more time.
Dams: Everything is planned and sorted. Car is fueled up to the rim; two corner tickets are booked; movie is truly romantic, you have already watched it; a candle lit dinner table for two is booked in isolation at roof-top; the edited DVD of her favorite songs is handed over to the manager.
GD: Is that all?
Dams: yes, did I miss something?
GD: kyun meri le raha hai yaaar?
Dams: Oh ya, most important thing. The balloon, having the ring, is placed at the center of the table. Don’t worry Badda, even if you want to screw-up the evening; you can’t.
GD: Thanks Dams, this one is due on me.
Dams: All the very best..;)
The rest of the evening was perfect, hmmmm almost perfect.
The drive was comfortable.
Movie was wonderful. She enjoyed it.
The food, the music, the ambience was ecstatic.
After the desserts I knelt on my knee and handed over the balloon containing ring to her. I asked her to burst the balloon. I have never seen such a shine in her eyes before. But when the balloon was burst, the ring has fallen somewhere and it was difficult to find in that candle light evening…
It was really a deserted place with no soul around on roads. I parked the bike at the building parking and went upstairs to meet a friend. When I returned back, I heard a few voices in the parking lot. I sneaked and found two men standing near the bike and trying the keys. I was really horrified and got fixed to the ground. After some time both the man walked away and disappeared behind the stairs. I hurried towards the bike and with trembling hands tried the keys. The two men appeared again and started running towards me. I was scared to hell and was trying to get away from the scene as soon as possible but even the keys refused to enter. They approached me and asked what I am doing. It was then I realized even they were scared to hell and I was trying wrong bike, their bike. My bike was parked at the other side.
Many people will agree to it and so did one of my mentors. Her name was Seema and she was teaching us some corporate life principles. Her reasoning was simple. It was like if you are leaving for office (or for that matter any other place), always leave with a buffer of about 15 minutes. So that even if you are met with a flat tire (read some mishap), you still got time to make it on time.
Agreed and valid point made. But I deals in calculations. I asked her the probability of meeting with flat tire. Once in two months? So my calculation says we are putting aside 60 days*15 mins so as we don’t get late once in two months that too only by 15 mins. After a long discussion it was decided that class can follow whatever principle they feel is right.
But hey, did I not tell you that my roommate missed his train by just a couple of minutes as he was caught in traffic.
2.Yahi dosti yahi mohabbat:
These are the four most dangerous words for any bachelors/spinsters. This is the reason why there are many eligible bachelors/spinsters still available.
Here is one of my personal incidents: I was getting along nicely with one of my close friends. She asked me out for a movie. But how can all my non-committed friends absorb this. They make up another plan for at the same time. Then followed all that emotional bullshit, bas kya dost ek ladki mili to dosto ko bhul gaya. Yahi teri dosti, yahi mohabbat, tu badal gaya dost. At last I gave up.
After a few months, one of my friends got in the same situation. He was chatting with a girl. We had our plans to go out, thus I disturbed him. I used the same words, but this time he refuted saying that saale tujhe to mai kabhi bhi mana luga, but abhi ladki ko manane de. Guess what, he was right, we still are friends and he got a girl friend too.
3.Never lie in an Interview:
Can’t agree more to it. Thou should never fake/lie in an interview. The interviewer is adept at what he/she is doing. They can catch your lie in not more than a few seconds without even letting you know that they understood that you are lying. And nothing else can spoil your chances of getting through as much as getting caught in such situation.
It was during my last semester at Engineering, Accenture came to our campus for hiring. It all started with technical written test, followed by Aptitude test, two rounds of Group discussion, HR interview, technical interview and finally panel interview. All these rounds were elimination rounds. I was one among the 21 candidates who reached the panel round. Two very senior persons were taking the interview. It was very friendly environment as news was that almost everyone who reached so far will get through. My interview was also going very well. It was more like a discussion instead of interview. We were discussing about the selection process. One of my interviewers complemented about my aptitude result. Thus I said that I did preparations for competitive exams, but I didn’t end up with offer from the institute on my choice. The other person then asked whether I would try again to get there. Following the thump rule of never to lie I replied in affirmation.
20 candidates got the final offer to join Accenture.
One should not be foolhardy to open up unnecessarily. Trust me hiding is not lying.
4.Propose your love at the first ever chance you get:
We may all have read the mails floating around about how a young boy died without letting his feelings known to the girl he loved Or how a girl has accepted the guy of her parent’s choice as she never got chance to share her feelings to the one she loved. There are many versions of such stories going around. All such stories touches ones heart at some point of time, especially when we have some kind of feeling towards someone special. And who can deny one never ever had any such feelings.
But as always I took it to the extreme. I proposed a girl at our second meeting. What can you expect the outcome of such inanity.
It’s true that one should let the other person know of his/her feelings, but there is a right time to it. One should give enough of time for the same feelings to develop in other person’s heart. I am in total agreement with the line “it hurts when we fail, but it hurts even more when we know we never tried to succeed.” So try to succeed not to fail.
5.You can’t get friends like college friends after you enter corporate world:
This is the only reason which I can refute at the opening statement of my reasoning. The statement “You can’t make good friends at corporate level” is utter non-sense. Friends can be made at any phase of life. The people around you have also studied at some colleges and had their own good friends; just that they have not studied at the same college as you; doesn’t mean that you can’t make good friends with them.
This is not to demean the value of my college/school friends, but I have made good friends during my professional life and I believe that most (if not all) of us have made good friends.
Don’t exactly know what TAG is. Checked the blog of the person who tagged me. Seems like sharing about our self, our hobbies, our thinking. So before talking about myself, let me just say a line for my friend who tagged me. She seems to have a lot of experiences at her young age. Her name is Urvashi.
Here are the rules: Link the person who tagged you Post the rules on your blog Share the ABCs of you Tag 3 people at the end of your post by linking to them Let the 3 people know of the tag by leaving them comments Do not tag the original ‘tagger’
I will atleast try to be honest, which I’m not, for the rest of this blog:
A – Available/Single? Oh yeah, very much available 24/7 B – Best friend? Can be found over google C – Cake or Pie? Neither D – Drink of choice? Tea E – Essential item you use every day? Tooth brush F – Favorite colour? White G – Gummy Bears or Worms? Gummy Bears H – Hometown? Burhanpur I – Indulgence? Food J – January or February? January K – Kids & their names? None I am aware of L – Life is incomplete without? Passion M – Marriage date? Kiski? N – Number of siblings? 3 Elder Sisters O – Oranges or Apples? Apples P – Phobias/Fears? Responsibilities Q – Quote for today? If it’s your day, it’s your day R – Reason to smile? I love smiling faces S – Season? Summer (of 69) T – Tag 3 People? Kunal, Arun, Arundhati U – Unknown fact about me? I am romantic at heart V – Vegetable you don't like? Any sticky thing (Bhindi, Baigan) W – Worst habit? Drinking water over any hot beverages (tea, coffee, milk) X – X-rays you've had? Chest (required for immigration check) Y – Your favorite food? Aam ras Z – Zodiac sign? Virgo
Feeling uneasy and restless I came early from office. For lightening up the mood I called my friend Saurabh, in Pune. He greeted me with surprisingly shocking or shockingly surprising news. I always or atleast from the last two years knew that it will happen but I never thought that this news will came to me in such a fashion, at such a time and from such source. Its “ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies”kind of situation. And to be honest I wasn’t prepared for it and never wanted to know it. The news has left me in more miserable situation. All the past good and painful memories took over me. Where I went wrong, what would I have done to avoid this feeling now? I heard a voice calling on me. It was Harshal, my room-mate, asking me what I would like to have in dinner as it been his turn to cook. Telling him that I am not feeling well and just want to have rest, I shut myself in my room. I lost the track of time, missed dinner, breakfast, lunch and even office the next day.
Friday 13th Feb 2009 16:00 BST, London
I woke with a start. It was my cell phone ringing with Rahul at other end, curious to know whether I have started for his place, Manchester. Just then it strike me that we had planned to visit Lake District over the weekend. Believing that it’s a good way to get over this feeling, I hurriedly got ready and left for Liverpool Street. I make it to Liverpool Street in time but thanks to the Friday evening crowd in the national rail for Manchester, I didn’t get the seat and have covered the distance sitting in the passageway leaving me with no comfort to ponder over what had happened in last 24 hours. Reached Manchester, there was Rahul waiting with the car we have rented for going to Lake District. We drove to an Indian restaurant for dinner and after that we went to Rahul’s place. It was midnight (and early morning in India), Rahul got busy with his girl over call and I was left alone to spend yet another sleepless night.
Saturday 14th Feb 2009 09:45 BST, Manchester
It was a wonderful February Morning; we started late as it was drizzling heavily. Stopping at various scenic places, we finally reach the beautiful awe inspiring place, Lake District. We borrowed a canoe and climbed abroad feeling very excited. Even though the banks were not too far, the water was infact very deep. But I was relieved knowing Rahul is a good swimmer. Just then Rahul got the call from his girl and he moved out of sight. I pushed away from the bank and paddled alone with difficulty, finding the craft hard to manoeuvre. A massive oak tree grew on the lake’s edge, its branches stretching out over the water. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a boy of my age appeared at the base of the tree. He shouted something in non-English which I didn’t understood. He called out again this time in English that the tree is about to fall and repeated the same in Hindi and disappeared. In disbelief I saw the giant tree start to move. It was obviously going to topple over directly onto the canoe and that will certainly drown me. All my past memories came rushing to me, when I got promoted, last time when I didn’t talk to her nicely, the first kiss, first time I saw her, when I got the job, boozing with friends, long drives after midnights, eye teasing in college corridors, when I got punished in school, results when I stood first, gully crickets, colorful and noisy festivals, my sisters marriage, my first cycle, my parents and their teachings that in demanding situations always pray to God. And I prayed. It was just at this point, when the tree was actually in the process of toppling over, that it appeared to halt in the mid-air. Looking up in amazement, I saw the same boy re-appear. Incredibly, he was holding the whole weight of this enormous tree. He succeeded in pushing it sideways, and as it crashed into the lake, only the very tip of the branches brushed against the canoe. It took all my strength to paddle away from the sinking tree and the danger of being pulled under the water, but eventually I reached the lakeside and safety. Scrambling over the dry ground with relief, I could see no sign of that boy who saved me. Onlookers, and there were many including Rahul, said that they had not seen any boy at all during any stage of the drama. Absorbing the whole sequence of events, I have no doubts that the boy was indeed my Guardian Angel. A feeling of calmness and relief filled me. It has not only saved my life but also given me belief that everything will be alright and there is someone, who knows my best interest, looking after me.
Beside each man who’s born on earth
A guardian angel takes his stand,
To guide him through life’s mysteries.
I am GD, 21 years of age, tall and slim build, a final year Computer Science Engineering student from SVITS, Indore. Being introvert by nature I have pick up this hobby of sharing my thoughts through blogs. Ever since my first blog I always see comments from this one particular unknown person named “LOVINGSHEENA”. Wow sounds like a girl’s name. But the comments are always sarcastic in nature and I welcome them (I am a typical VIRGO).
I just can’t define my gratitude to GOOGLE. In this Google Era you can find out just any person. This LovingSheena is actually an Electrical Engineering final year student from the same college. She takes the same bus # 5 for college as me. Her name is Tanvi, a simple, slim, introvert (naughty to me), decent girl. She stays in our college’s girls’ hostel. We have this hi, hello kind of friendship.
Me: Hi Tanvi urf Sheena, thanks for all your comments
Her expression changed from surprise to mischievous smile and I just simple adore it.
She: How did you come to know of it?
I liked that she didn’t even tried to hide it anymore.
Me: First tell me why you wanted to hide it?
No reply..
Me: Anyways, in some ways your comments did help me improve. Thanks.
I believe flattery always works in case of girls.
We started meeting through mutual group of friends. On one such occasion we, a group of 6, 2 boys and 4 girls, went to Rajwada to see dandiya. I didn’t even realize that I am facing opposite to where people are playing dandiya and staring directly at Tanvi, until she pointed out.
She: People are playing dandiya over there
Caught red-handed so I just blurted out:
Me: But I want to see here
She: Then do as you wish
After a few seconds what was like a life time for me, I realized that we are in a group and she isn’t feeling much comfortable by my act. Thus unwillingly I have to look away from her.
With the passage of time and frequent exchange of novels and CDs we got closer and much comfortable in each other’s company. Now we don’t need any reason to strike a conversation.
One fine day she asked me to accompany her for shopping. I was to pick her up from hostel at 5 in evening. I got dressed to my best, deciding against my Splendor; I took my friend’s CBZ (on one condition that I will make frequent use of brakes) and left for the girls’ hostel. She kept me waiting for about 25 minutes outside hostel as boys not allowed inside. Then taking the longest way we reached Westside on MG road.
She tried a few things and kept asking about my opinion. I was just using three words good, ok or fine in cyclic or some random order. The 8th time when she entered the changing room, I have decided to come up with some nice words. She came out wearing a skirt in a very nice shade of blue. Words got stuck in my mouth. She took a 360 degree turn and gazed at me as if asking how it is. Now I have to say something, something really nice.
Me: Nice ass
Did I really say that? OMG, I am a dead meat. After that I was not able to keep the track of number of times I said Sorry. It was then I realized the true meaning of the song “Ruthe Rab ko manana asaan hai, ruthe yaar ko manana muskil hai”. I don’t know how to make up with her, or do I? YES. I dedicated a blog to her and it did the trick. We are friends again.
But after that incident I have vowed to take revenge. I wanted her to say sorry. I wanted her to feel the same way as I have felt the last few days. Luckily enough I got my chance pretty soon. After a few days when we were passing by each other she ignored my smile. Later I came to know that she was returning from a viva where she didn’t perform well enough. But it was my chance and I am not going to miss it at any cost. In the evening when she called me, I didn’t answer her calls. Even though it was hurting me too, I don’t want to miss the pleasures of making her feel pity. Next day when I was browsing the net in the cyber café of college library, she came and stood by my side.
She: Good Morning Sir
As if nothing has happened.
Say “sorry” dear, I am not going to let you get away with it so easily.
I ignored her
She: Hellooooooooo!
C’mon all she has to do is to say a simple five letter “sorry”. But I can’t ignore her any more.
Me: Excuse me! Are you talking to me?
She smiled and simply turned off my computer’s CPU. I kept staring at the blank monitor and turned on the CPU. She turned it off again with a smile on her face and at this moment I gave up, I was not able to content my affection towards her and started smiling back. This isn’t fair; she didn’t say sorry even once and got away with it. Am I an exceptional case or does all guys give up so easily? Anyways, to sum up she won and I am happy.
One Saturday evening, while having coffee at Buddies:
She: What are you doing tomorrow?
Me: Nothing special
She: Can you accompany me to Khajrana temple?
Me: Sure, I can. I am not an atheist.
She: Done then you will pick me up at 6:30 tomorrow morning.
Me: Excuse me! Did you just say 6:30 in morning that too on Sunday? You can’t be serious.
She: I am serious. Either you will accompany me or I will go alone.
I simply hate girls; they very well know how to play their cards.
You guessed it right, its 6:30 AM and I am on my bike waiting in front of girls’ hostel. Here she comes. Wow! She is looking amazing. She is wearing the same blue skirt and white top. Right at this moment if she wants I can promise to pick her up early morning on every Sunday for the rest of my life. I wanted to say something really nice but remembering my last incident, I decided against it.
That was one of the best Sunday morning of my life. We have spent about an hour there in temple where spoke for just a couple of minutes and rest of the time we just enjoyed each other’s company in silence. I don’t know about how a girl feels but such simple act can drive any boy crazy. That was the first time when I realized that Tanvi is not just a friend to me; she is very very special to me.
On our way back we stopped at Chappan shop to have Poha-Jalebi. During breakfast I was feeling some change in her attitude, is it because of change in my feeling for her or is there really some change in her feelings too.
Out of the blue:
She: Anything in the world that you would like to do right at this moment?
Me: I would like to kiss you.
She kept silent. Taking her silence as her affirmation I bent forward and very gently kissed her lips. Her lipstick tastes so sweet. For a moment I felt like I am losing my ground. She remained silent. Have I done something wrong? Didn’t she like it? Please say something. I desperately wanted someone to end this silence. I was never been so desperate in my life.
“Ganesh, bathroom khali ho gaya”
Shockingly I opened my eyes. That was my room-mate cum friend Harshal’s voice. What the hell, I am still dreaming of my college days and again got late for the office.
Thinking of any happy ending for the story, atleast Harshal will be very happy as I have taking his first name after a long long time.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a piece of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, sleeping or awake is purely coincidental.
Thanks for reading till the end. This is my first write, any suggestions are invited I am still a Virgo ;)
