Post Meet Incidents

"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." ~ Robert Frost

This is the quote that would better describe my condition at that moment. The funny side attached with me was that at that point I was not even knowing the name of the girl.The only information about that girl was that ,"She studies with me in my evening class that is held every alternate days of the week", I said to my friend Nikhil, sitting on the last bench of my class. He was just surprised on hearing that I am in love. Mix type of emotions were coming to his mind. He just his me and said," Dude, you have grown up.So, when you are talking to that girl". I was speechless .I just smiled at him and said in low voice," Very soon....".

I just cant explain the feelings that were coming to my mind at that moment. My mind was completely occupied and I was just thinking about that incident and the scene was going through my mind again and again.

But the greatest disappointment came to me, before the arrival of the next class I was detected with lungs-infection and I was advised by doctor to stay on bed till I am fine again. I was a bit sad but I have to follow the advice given to me.This was the major set-back for me. I held the patience.Since I was not able to join the class for almost two months, by the time the Shakesphere class was over.There was no information about her from any of my friends.I just thought,"I will wait for you". "God you have to favour me", I prayed to god.
Then my life was normally moving on.I just prayed everyday that I could get her glimpse in the town, but I found her no where.
 But I was determined that one day I would get her. And my serch continues...

Funny side of love: Uncertainities in life

In life we always get less than expected. True seems to be the saying,"If wishes were horses, I would have them all".

Man what we think, seldom happens. But few exceptions are also there, I agree to this fact as I have seen this.

Now coming to the point of what we think regarding our true love and when we feel that it happens.

When we enter our school at a very tender age, we have a lots of friends (obviously girls and boys both). Now as we traverse the time at school , loving-bird pairs are made,some have an open crush on someone else while some have a hidden crush.But everyone has to go through this phase,none could deny as its fact.

At school, when a boy meets a girl, soon they become a good friend and very soon this friendship gets transformed into love. The boy thinks,"Dude I will marry this girl.She is the best I can ever have". Similar case with the girls.

When the boy enters the collage, he finds other girls and the communication with the previous dream-girl ceases. Again he thinks in the similar fashion. And the fragrance of love is spreaded in the air.

At work place, similar things happen. But ultimately he has to marry someone of whom he hasn't even thought of.

"This what we call the funny side of our uncertain life". There is a twist in our story at every corner.

But for girls, very few of them are inclined towards true love. Majority of them comes under bitch category, they only search for a wealthy and good looking guy, a guy whose looks can raise her status in her friend circle. They are the real bitches...

Memories of Monsoon rain

Again I am restricted by nature to continue with my story.This monsoon rain, it always fills my mind with the past memories and makes me feel as if its the current memories of mine.

Pallavi, dear today I am feeling that you are near me, and we both are enjoying the fresh showers of monsoon, sitting on a scooty parked outside our school. The droplets of sieved water through the gulmohar leaves falling on us.Sitting on there by the side of N.H:33(national highway 33, it passes from the front of Motilal Nehru Public School,Jamshedpur), and watching the trucks go by, sharing our thoughts rather childish-thoughts, and having the delicious samoosas,prepared by Shankar (dont know he still prepares those famous samoosas or not).

One day your, scooty of Akbar era had nearly taken me to hospital bed,when while driving it my glasses were coated with mist as it was drizzling and you were waiting at the xerox-shop. Mind you, it was just because of you, as it was your suggestion that I should go to my friend's home on your scooty.

The monsoon rain freshes your memories like it does to the meadow fields. Memories cant be put to fade because some memories are the agent that keeps your breath alive. The moments we spent together cant be erased, it gives me as strange sort of happiness whenever I close my eyes and saw you in my canvas of dreams. Even if you are not present, but you still looks the same in the canvas of dream and I love that canvas....

Rememberance

"Door jakar bhi hum door jaa na sakenge,
Kitna royenge hum bata na sakenge,
Gham iska nahi ki aap mil na sakoge,
Dard is baat ka hoga ki hum aapko bhula na sakenge…", being from the country of Mriza Galib I am quoting his shayaaries/jingles in the gh of the girl whom I love the most.

Today I am really missing her. Though she is happy with her life as her have got another substitute of mine , may me more handsome.I am true on my part and this fact can't be proved wrong.

Everyday I woke up from my bed and I always asks myself,"Is she awake by now?". And the usual reply my heart gives,"No buddy, she has a habit to leave the bed late". Then I look at the rising sun and the setting moon at 5 am (i usually leave bed early) in the morning, and I assumes them as my messenger and requests them,"Tell her good morning.Asks her to take care of herself and to take her thyroid medicine on time. And scold her if she skips her meal at hostel".

Then 30 minutes I take to go to the flashback of my past memories of her. God I really love her.

Goning on the tracks of Mr.Romeo , my heart still cries everyday.Lets see how long my life takes me....Really miss you Pallavi. I was true on my part but I dont know what made you do such things.We both were happy before but now, both of us lives the half-life everyday.

"If not in this life, we would again meet in next lives to come."
"We are same soul seperated by two different bodies".

The first meet: Fall of blossoms

16th September 2009, O! God that was the day when my heart beat for someone. I still feel elated and an unexplainable feelings arouse from my heart thats unexplainable, whenever I narrate myself to anyone.

It is the incident when I was in my High school (10th) at Motilal Nehru Public School, I used to go for extra classes on Shakesphere to ADLS Shunshine School.

I was a real bookish worm at that time . No cases of having girlfriend or any love at all.I was determined that I would never fall into such type of pit at any point in my life.But the evening of 16th September really changed my life.

That evening just before the beginning of my class I saw a girl with a boy-cut hairstyle standing alone at some distance from me. It was for  the first time I gazed at a girl and admired her looks.God!! What had happened to m e that time. I really blush when I narrate it to someone,as it was not the way I used to be.

While I was gazing at her various thoughts arouse in my mind. I was praying to god ," God, please let the girl enter in my class-room". I even thought that ,"It would be so nice if the girl come up and talk to me". All such things were going around my sub-conscious mind like a cinema.I was in my dream world and that girl was my dream-girl. I was out of my dream when my friend shook me and asked,"Hey! Where are yo lost?". I just blushed and we moved to the class-room.
The moment I entered my class I as just elated, my happiness held no bounds, as the girls whom I was gazing at was sitting on the first seat.

That was the moment I realized that I was in love and it was love at first sight.
Though it was love but I feared to propose her, as I was afraid to talk to girls that time (I had ghostly impression about girls) .

That day after the class I was  going alone to the auto-rickshaw walking down the famous Kalimati Road. I heard a sound of horn of a scooty from behind.I turned back and I saw that girl behind me,she was smiling and was saying someting to me . The first 2-3 minutes I saw her face and her lips were moving in ultra-slow motion. Again I hered a loud horn then I returned to my normal senses. I hered she was telling me,"Where are you going alone?". I replied,"mmme to my home..."(with surprise). She told,"Come I'll drop you there. Don't afraid I know that you are in my class".

Mind you friends that was not at all expected by me.Though my heart was ordering me  to accept the chance but I run away from the spot shouting ,"Another time!!!". Though she was going slow so that if my mind changes I could accept her ride but I didn't.

This was my first meet and a short description of my love-at-first sight.
After that day, life seems changed, I used to be more happy than I used to be before.

The next incident of our meet is very interesting where I first gathered courage to approach her to talk.

Pilot of my Confession

16th August, today I has a long conversation with the girl that shook my life from tip-to-toe. Some person once said," Behind every successful person, there is a woman". I do agreee to those Karl Marx type of person and I would like to comment on them,"Man your quotation really sucks". Man I would like to amend your quotations at my own veto, "Behind every unsuccessful and frustrated man there is a woman(bitch)".

Getting through the experience of love and being love by someone I could only describe it that one feels himself on the "top of seven clouds" and the love continues then and after....

So in the memory of my true love I would like to describe and confess to all the readers about my love story . The story took place in the town of Jamshedpur,India. And the school that I am going to refer is Motilal Nehru Public School(one of the best school at Jamshedpur).

So, my story begins now...