THERE can never be 'THE ONE' PAGE 4
Mom called for the third time since morning to 'check in' on me, she was frightened and concerned if i was doing right!
yeah mom your divorce to dad did wonders to my career and life! don't worry i won't be winding up with a packet of cocaine in a gloomy corner! in fact i am relieved you guys decided to part ways.
My parents were two different, yet equally arrogant and stubborn people whose parents by sheer bad luck, were close acquaintance....so there union aka marriage was fixed by elders.All through my toddler years followed by strange teen age moments, i saw them fighting...i would run outside, bike with my friend Aastha, sometimes would sneak out on roof. In so many insomniac nights had i wondered why they decided to marry, and if they did why are they still together? can't they see it clearly was a mistake. Around 11 years i decided i would never marry a guy my parents arranged. I like most girls had this fantasy i would meet him, movies like TITANIC, kuch kuch hota hai etc any other sappy romantic one was a good diversion. I was optimistic that things go right! Then my cousin broke up with his long time high-school sweetheart...he was so good to her. She left him for another man, now she is married, has a one year old of her own. The grapevine says her ex has turn alcoholic. So when i was 15 years old i decided i wouldn't marry all together! the concept of love is stupid. I still adhere it now when i am 17.
"hey hi!" neha chirped as she entered our room..
"hi, how have you been?"
"long day at college! "
she sighed,
then for another one hour she amused me with every little detail of the day, and went forward to call her parents and re-tell the same. she was one girl who for once was difficult to keep silent!
second if she was quite you would sense something wrong in the air.
My expectations were low, a very bitchy, snotty, stubborn room-mate covered the picture in the canvas of my mind. On the contrary she was an angel,
"did i tell you i broke my sandals" then she went on to show the broken heel from different angles.
well, a very talkative angel i may say!
"can i ask you something?"
she hesitated,
"sure!"
"you don't seem to be the party animal kind, your vodka experiment has anything to do with your parents?"
"well how on earth?"
"i don't mean to pry, you were crying last night! "
i don't know if that was her eyes, texture of the voice, sweetness, i poured out...
"well my parents are separating and i waited for this to happen... i mean i thought i was ready but now when its happening for real i feel really low! thats stupid? "
"no, it sucks...and what you feel you ought to feel!"
i felt good, she wasn't patting me like a homeless puppy, with honey coated words 'its gonna be okay..' i hated people trying to speak of future saying things will be fine, how do you know that? and if you don't you have no right to say its gonna be ok! i was glad she didn't
"everything said and done! there's nothing like love and your true soul- mate..." i concluded with bitterness
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it was the third glass of hot horlicks milk i had since morning, the cold has taken a toll on me, like my love life. i called Amita, she hung up saying to call her back later because she was busy! so where are your manners lady?
shouldn't you say 'Arnav i am busy right now, sorry but i will call you back, bye take care...' and a smile would have made it simple! instead it was 'hey man , i am busy...call me right back..' i have been a watchman, doorman and secretary to this girl...my entire life had i wished for those, ARNAV WEDS AMITA cards!
"hi dude..." vishal said as he sneaked inside the room, after his night-out and probable one night stand...
"hi.."
"oh man! are you still mourning?"
"she was the one for me!"
"how on earth do you know that? did you future grandchildren time traveled to advice you keep trying on her, to protect their existence?"
"no.." although it was a cute romantic movie!
"then? you don't know she is the one! the whole point of the 'one' going by the mythology is to complete you, all she does is tear you apart, wreck your life! if you believe that you deserve to be loved, stop pitying yourself...go out and have fun dude!"
"and i thought you were the loony jerk who slept around!"
"i like that!" he made a face and derogatory comment about me being a ten year old, even though his alcohol breath was suffocating me, finally Vishal the Casanova and intellectual genius personified drifted to freshen-up.
may be vishal was right, may be there aren't the 'one' . may be i need to be brave enough to see my life past her, may be the one for me is having a hard time like me! may be she might hate the crap outta word love!
Mom called for the third time since morning to 'check in' on me, she was frightened and concerned if i was doing right!
yeah mom your divorce to dad did wonders to my career and life! don't worry i won't be winding up with a packet of cocaine in a gloomy corner! in fact i am relieved you guys decided to part ways.
My parents were two different, yet equally arrogant and stubborn people whose parents by sheer bad luck, were close acquaintance....so there union aka marriage was fixed by elders.All through my toddler years followed by strange teen age moments, i saw them fighting...i would run outside, bike with my friend Aastha, sometimes would sneak out on roof. In so many insomniac nights had i wondered why they decided to marry, and if they did why are they still together? can't they see it clearly was a mistake. Around 11 years i decided i would never marry a guy my parents arranged. I like most girls had this fantasy i would meet him, movies like TITANIC, kuch kuch hota hai etc any other sappy romantic one was a good diversion. I was optimistic that things go right! Then my cousin broke up with his long time high-school sweetheart...he was so good to her. She left him for another man, now she is married, has a one year old of her own. The grapevine says her ex has turn alcoholic. So when i was 15 years old i decided i wouldn't marry all together! the concept of love is stupid. I still adhere it now when i am 17.
"hey hi!" neha chirped as she entered our room..
"hi, how have you been?"
"long day at college! "
she sighed,
then for another one hour she amused me with every little detail of the day, and went forward to call her parents and re-tell the same. she was one girl who for once was difficult to keep silent!
second if she was quite you would sense something wrong in the air.
My expectations were low, a very bitchy, snotty, stubborn room-mate covered the picture in the canvas of my mind. On the contrary she was an angel,
"did i tell you i broke my sandals" then she went on to show the broken heel from different angles.
well, a very talkative angel i may say!
"can i ask you something?"
she hesitated,
"sure!"
"you don't seem to be the party animal kind, your vodka experiment has anything to do with your parents?"
"well how on earth?"
"i don't mean to pry, you were crying last night! "
i don't know if that was her eyes, texture of the voice, sweetness, i poured out...
"well my parents are separating and i waited for this to happen... i mean i thought i was ready but now when its happening for real i feel really low! thats stupid? "
"no, it sucks...and what you feel you ought to feel!"
i felt good, she wasn't patting me like a homeless puppy, with honey coated words 'its gonna be okay..' i hated people trying to speak of future saying things will be fine, how do you know that? and if you don't you have no right to say its gonna be ok! i was glad she didn't
"everything said and done! there's nothing like love and your true soul- mate..." i concluded with bitterness
it was the third glass of hot horlicks milk i had since morning, the cold has taken a toll on me, like my love life. i called Amita, she hung up saying to call her back later because she was busy! so where are your manners lady?
shouldn't you say 'Arnav i am busy right now, sorry but i will call you back, bye take care...' and a smile would have made it simple! instead it was 'hey man , i am busy...call me right back..' i have been a watchman, doorman and secretary to this girl...my entire life had i wished for those, ARNAV WEDS AMITA cards!
"hi dude..." vishal said as he sneaked inside the room, after his night-out and probable one night stand...
"hi.."
"oh man! are you still mourning?"
"she was the one for me!"
"how on earth do you know that? did you future grandchildren time traveled to advice you keep trying on her, to protect their existence?"
"no.." although it was a cute romantic movie!
"then? you don't know she is the one! the whole point of the 'one' going by the mythology is to complete you, all she does is tear you apart, wreck your life! if you believe that you deserve to be loved, stop pitying yourself...go out and have fun dude!"
"and i thought you were the loony jerk who slept around!"
"i like that!" he made a face and derogatory comment about me being a ten year old, even though his alcohol breath was suffocating me, finally Vishal the Casanova and intellectual genius personified drifted to freshen-up.
may be vishal was right, may be there aren't the 'one' . may be i need to be brave enough to see my life past her, may be the one for me is having a hard time like me! may be she might hate the crap outta word love!
rosh....me itna bhi nhi bolti....
ReplyDelete@neha:- accha ji, i bet you do:p
ReplyDeleteneha loving it..
ReplyDeletebtw ...y both of them r frm so complicated back ground...:P
ReplyDelete@pc:- guy has a pretty simple, just he had a crush on her close friend, no biggie:p
ReplyDelete@rosh...pretty smile make things bttr 4 me....:) d one u saw in video...;)
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