Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Singles Awareness Day

14th February, a day which did not hold much significance in the years I spent growing up. Archie’s Gallery was a new fad. There were no CCDs and Barista outlets around. And just as I shipped out to the college Boom! There was a CCD near my place, a Barista opened its gates and suddenly the Espresso Coffee gave way to Cappuccinos. I guess what I am trying to say is that ‘events’ are scared lil cats they don’t come at you one by one they attack as a pack and leap out at you when you least expect them to.

I remember very little of when I was introduced to this whole new concept, I guess it was my sister who started it. The funny thing is when you are in 9th grade; you think you are the men among 7th grade boys and as no self respecting man would I didn’t give in to the shenanigans that the ‘kids’ were engaged in. The first 14th February just came and went by.

Come next year and it was like the ghosts of Valentine Past, present and future and everything else in between had descended upon me, there I was holding a phone in my hand trying to work up the courage to call up my would be valentine, there are few things in life as terrifying as calling up a 14 year old girl and asking her to be your valentine. The easy thing would have been to just dial her number and ask her out but then again the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason, so I moved on to the next best thing.

I calculated, I schemed, I bumped off a few friends, I bribed and there I was seating on a seat just behind her, trying to catch a glimpse of interest but the dork that she was, there was nothing more important than the Battles of Panipat in her life. Finally T- 10 seconds to the final bell I gave her the valentine card. The rest of the story is one of those ‘I haven’t told this to anyone’ things. Alright this may not have been the way it all went down, but this is how it should have, this is how I wanted it to happen. Reality is wrong, dreams are for real.

PS: You know I have been thinking for some time and my espresso has already gone cold, how many guys do you reckon would be feeling like a short pudgy child has shot an arrow through their heart tomorrow. I hope that the ER rooms are ready for the Valentine day onslaughtJ.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

To whom it may concern: It is Summer time

When I was younger I would remember everything, whether it happened or not, I much saner now and only remember what people think I would remember. I know it’s always best to look at life through the windshield rather than through the rear view mirror but then again there is a reason that rear view mirror is there. The reason for me is to look back, cock my head sideways at 45° and smile after all memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

A year ends and another comes up but before it does there is a time when all things school are put on hold. This is the time of early morning cricket matches, of evenings spent cycling, of summer flings. It’s the time when nothing seems impossible, like endeavors to build a Schwarzenegger body, the hope that you will finally somehow against all the forces of the universe meet the elusive one.

This one summer break was unlike others, I was going on a school trip. Some will say that Mumbai is where dreams come true but this one summer the official dream city had moved. It was the time of possibilities, of hope, of reckless abandonment, of wild hopes and of puppy love. Love is a horrible thing, forget the age old advise of feeling something in the pit of your stomach it’s more like being a rugby ball being kicked at, thrown around for 90 minutes except in this case it lasts a little while longer.

It was an empty bus on a mountain side, we both had stayed coz of the giddy feeling that one gets while climbing mountain roads at least that was the case with her. I think my giddy feeling came from a totally unrelated phenomenon. We both sat on our seats thinking, waiting, feeling giddy and then there we were facing each other. It was the first kiss for both of us. We never really talked about it afterwards. Once back she said goodbye to me in front of my parents who knew a lil too much about her being my first crush.

PS: I am new to this kinda writing.