April 12, 2009
Love Happens Once, Rest Is Just Life !
She was my best friend's girl friend's best friend. We met at my best friend's girl friend's birthday party and my best friend's girl friend's not-so best friend introduced her to me (Does that make you groggy, Never Mind !). She came like a whiff of fresh air in the party occupied by cronies of my best friend and her girl friend, almost stealing the limelight from the other female species across the floor.While the introduction process was getting conducted; she looked at me like the girl wanting One more bottle in the Pepsi Ad , stopped for a moment like the girl in the TVS scooty ad, blinked her eyes once like the girl in the Kamasutra condom ad, passed a dazzling smile like the girl in the close-up ad and threw her hair back like the girl in the Sunsilk Shampoo Ad.What didn't crossed my mind at that point of time was that someone has fallen in love with me at first sight. Well, Almost !
I met her again at the inter-college fest in the cold and chilly January of 2003. We danced (ok, she danced, and i tried unsuccessfully matching her steps) on all the Bollywood and Punjabi songs, the DJ was playing that night at the lush campus lawns of Delhi University. After the Jam session, as we were heading our respective homes, exchanging long drawn pleasantries were more of an excuse to steal some more moments of togetherness, which we both were lingering to the core. A few days later, I came to know through my best friend's girl friend that she is holding feelings for me which were slightly more than 'just friends' and definitely less than ' lust friends'. I got her number and dropped a SMS, and then one more and more and more, till i lost count of them. End result, Our first fabulicious date in Barista near PVR Priya, in Delhi. Proposing her after a couple of meetings was probably more of a formality, but still did that formally with Lilaceious Tulips and a Hall mark card on her birthday. And as with most of the girls (or should i say All !), she required time to ponder over her pounding heart and then like all the girls (or should i say Most!), said YES.
Time with her not just used to fly, it used to take the speed of jumbo jet. Her talks would give me the feeling of calmness, yet very sore ears. Her affection used to make me feel proud, yet make me humble in front of others.We once spent 8 hours in one single room talking to each other till dawn, when it struck me I could have utilized the time in fulfilling my erotic fantasies. She gave me 21 gifts when i turned 21, and even 5 more birthday's after that, I consider it to be my most memorable and exhaustive birthday. And before you try to wander your mind in exploring the reason why it turned out to be 'exhaustive'; well, I had a tough time removing all the love-slips which she has put on all those gifts, so that my Mom and sister don't caught me having a secret affair, while taking the wrapped gifts back home.
Bunking engineering classes every Friday morning to catch the first day first show of movies became a norm, a routine i was more than happy to follow. Catching up over a cup of coffee became a habit, an addiction i was more than willing to continue. Playing with fingers while holding hands together became a passion, a stimulant i was more than energized to extend. Tickling her waistline and making her jump became orgasmic, a dullard act i was more then perked up to perform.Hearing each others insecurities and limitations were like going in a futuristic time machine, a journey i was more than concerting to take together. We were in love, oblivious to worldly sins and pleasures, and seeds of being a 'Hopeless Romantic' were more than ready to germinate.
But as the case with All perfect love stories,things started going awry as our professional ambitions got better of each other love strokes and strikes. She was keen on settling abroad, just like her sister did couple of years before we broke off, and most probably in the same city. It would have allowed her to be in touch with her sister family and helped her to take care of her aging parents who were moving to the same city as her sister in that year. I had no intentions of settling abroad, me being a core delhite and me being the only son of my parents.(Working abroad for a few years is/was an exception).It was a mutual break off after fifteen months of sharing every moment of our lives with each other, but it was something which broke a lot of things inside us. With shattered pieces of our broken heart, we moved on in life. Three months later, she moved abroad for her masters. Busy with studies and later on, our respective professional life made the pain somewhat less, but scratches still remained. It sucked, but it stucked.
She is married now,permanently settled in another part of the world and was recently blessed with a baby girl in January. But what shocked me out of my wits on hearing this good news was the name she has decided to give to her baby, a name which Once upon a time, we facetiously decided together for our female offspring - Vastavikta. It was indeed a true reality which hit my heart with its gamut of emotions, with its mushing musings and with its pensive thoughts. I didn't even knew how to react to it, i was too numb to even say anything to her at that point of time. Ambitions came in between our love life and distances broke the road connecting our hearts. I wish only one thing now for her - that let V be the best daughter in the world !!