longings of a lonely heart

I look at the couples around me and wonder if what they have is real love or they think it is real or else is it just a adjustment that they have made to grow in life or rather should I say move ahead in life. That thought leads to another chain of thoughts as to “what exactly is a true love” or successful love stories are made on what basis?

I long for someone after whose entrance in my life I don’t need anybody else to love. Of course parents and siblings are in different section of my heart which is unreachable for others. I really long for one perfect relation the one in which I don’t have to search words to express myself, one in which I could look into someone’s eyes and see immense, unaltered love for myself, a set of eyes that just tell me that I was, I am and will always be the most beautiful woman for him no matter how old I get, no matter if my beauty fades, no matter if I have a scar on my forehead, no matter if I put on innumerable weight.

Someone who knows the real meaning of the words I say, someone who allows me to wander on my own in my thoughts or on the streets even when we are together.  Someone who knows when to leave me alone and when to hold me tight. A person who knows even the evil and dark side of my life and yet he wants to hold my hand forever. A person for whom my wishes are my wishes, who doesn’t analyze them to be good or bad. Someone who doesn’t tell me things I should or should not do but yet silently who stops me from getting into a mess. My great savior.

I have experienced many great relations in my life in terms of friendships. Friendships where all most the telepathy is so strong that even if we are miles apart we can still feel that the other is in trouble or pain and when anyone calls the other the feeling of doubt gets confirmed. Sometimes I feel if only I could pick up the best qualities from each relation and mix and blend them into the relation with the person I would call my PARTNER. But then that’s not possible, I realize that each relation is meant to be different from the other and it has its own plus and minuses but BAAWARE MANN KO KAUN SAMJHAYE!!! ISSE TOH SAB CHAHIYE!!!

So then the conclusion is to love each person for what you share with them and smile on life for what its given you.

care to shareee a rickshaw

Aye dil mushkil hai jeena yahan,

Zara hutke zara bachke ye hai MUMBAI MERI JAAN!

I love MUMBAI! Being born and brought up here I cant imagine staying anywhere else in the world but in MUMBAI. But, these past few months have changed the equilibrium of my thoughts they are now shifting to the other side, as in, I feel like settling somewhere else because the feeling of “being helpless” is increasing day by day staying in Mumbai or in India.

I don’t want to list down a set of problems that life in MUMBAI have or anything because Mr. Pritish Nandy has jotted them down amazingly in his blog on times of india. 

I particularly want to draw the attention towards the local rickshaw scene. Especially the so called “SHAEREE RICKSHAW”.

Is this concept made for our good or does it trouble us more?

M sure we have supporters for both side. But the thing is, 1stly the rickshaw prices are out of control. Ealier in 2005 it was simpler when the minimum fare started with 9 and then on u just vould read the meter and pay 1 rupee above it or less then it I don’t remember which one. But then the prices started hiking day by day and month by month. Also the readings and the prices are no more connected. You have to keep a meter card in your pocket to be sure they are telling the correct price. When I bought one card the prices changed again.

Anyways, the major problem is this SHAEREE RICKSHAW funda. Although it works like a service for people staying far off from stations but it is painfully irritating for someone who doesn’t want to share a rickshaw. Around a month ago I wanted to go to Bandra Kurla Complex from Bandra station and was shocked by the change of scene at Bandra station. Earlier there used to b a queue for rickshaws and now there is just SHAREE and what’s more irritating is when you ask them that I don’t want a SHAREE rickshaw as I m running late (they don’t don’t move the rickshaw till they get 3 passengers),  they would reply saying that nobody will come which means your helpless and on the mercy of some rickshaw walla to put a eye on you (which is annoying) and agree to take you as a passenger (but now being a girl you yourself wont want to board that rick).

This is the scene in Bandra east now lets go to Bandra west station. This time I myself willingly caught a SHAREE rickshaw along with my mom. There was a problem that there were not many ricks available as comparatively, in west the rickshaws get full and leave fast. After 5 minutes I got a rick and as my mom was not aware that I took a SHAREE she shouted at me when a 3^rd stranger came and sat. But finally the rickshaw walla (driver) started the ride. He took a U turn and then he took a left few minutes later which leads to Gaitey galaxy theatre where my mom pointed out to me that he broke a traffic rule as it was a no entry. Near gaitey he took a 4^th passenger and then again he got into another no entry from SV road to the National college ka lane. 3rd breach of traffic rule. Later he took a right from MMK college and then a left which leaded us to somewhere opposite the famous chappal wallas right besides National college on the main Linking road. In all this ride the driver were very rough in driving also I kept on asking him if he would drop us near KFC he kept saying yes. But then he was dropping us near national college to which I rebelled and then toh he broke the limits of breaking the traffic rules he drove from national college till the KFC point on the wrong side of the road. I mean WOW!!! Isn’t it amazing that we get caught even for not wearing a helmet and charged fine and the rickshaw drivers drive as if the roads are their father’s property. Plus NO OFFENCE TO ANY PARTICULAR COMMUNITY I RESPECT ALL RELIGIONS AND COMMUNITY , but all the major rickshaw wallas in bandra east and west seem to be muslims. It maybe a coincidence or it may be that the major portion of the less educated boys in their teens (from bhairampada and naupada) are choosing rickshaw driving as their profession for the decade. But, they don’t give any damn respect to the traffic police plus they behave insensitive even if you tell them that your 52 yr old mom has a knee problem and same is the case with the road vendors in linking road. They openly challenge you and try threatening you. You have no other choice but to feel helpless and opt to avoid a fight but why should we remain silent???

At times I wonder what’s more bad getting fined for driving without a helmet or feeling helpless in such a situation.

The great data recovery

I solemnly swear not to connect my phone to the office PC ever again!

I have had a thousand heart aches in just one day.

Yesterday one of my school friend requested me to e mail her one of her pic which I had clicked on my poor phone when we had met weeks ago at poptates andheri. I told her I’ll mail next day i.e. today. Today morning when I reached office I connected my phone to the computer at office to copy paste that 1 photo and suddenly realized its taking a lot of time copying so checked and discovered that my entire folder of IMAGES was getting copied. I interrupted the copying process and due as I don’t like storing personal stuff in the office computers I deleted it immediately from the recycle bin as well.

After doing some other copy pasting I realized that I just had 2 sub folders in my image folder on the memory card. 1st heart attack. All my pics are gone. Within less then a second I realized that I had deleted all the recyle bin 2 attack – I don’t have any back up. God I was about to burst into tears.

Even right now while writing all this down my heart is feeling the same pain that it felt the whole day. Being working in the online marketing field we have a bad habit of googling for any and everything in this world. In fact my most commonly used phrase has become “google it” as my ex boss used to say that now its got on my vocab as well. So I practiced what I preached and googled “how to retrieve files deleted from recycle bin” and got a couple of sites and blogs so I found out that it is possible to get my data back but I was sure it wasn’t coming easy and quick. But I tried doing it on my own. There’s a general saying when you are in a hurry you get all the more late. I had already received a msg from my collegue that I had to complete a task as soon as possible and this happened to me. A simple procedure of copy pasting 1 pic landed up eating half my day. I cudnt concentrate on my work as I was on the verge of loosing almost memories worth 4 yrs and I had to finish of this task asap. Irony of life when your heart says something different and your brain something different. I downloaded a software and found all the data but after selecting around 700pics manually when I tried to re-save it on my PC it asked me for my credit card details. So had to chuck that site. Yet I even tried searching how much it would cost but cudnt find that information. My heart was sinking deeper and deeper.

I was cursing everything in this world even my new top that i wore seemed jinxed.

I finally told the IT support team member about all of it. Luckily he was a friend and he tried assured me it would be retrieved. He asked for my memory card. I am a little possessive person in terms of my details but with a little hesitation I gave him my card. He tried what best he could to help me. It took him 2 hours, ofcourse he had other task in hand. Later he said that the data is more then what I was assuming so that meant I would have to select 700pics manually to restore. Which was not possible considering the fact that one of the partners of my office used to sit behind him. Another heart attack. In the meanwhile I tried some other software too to get my pics from my end. So I asked my friend to come to my computer and check. He came after another half hour.

I had not ate my lunch till 2.30 and had decided I wont till I don’t get my pics back. Once my friend came he tried getting the “activation pin” for the software that I had downloaded but cudnt find any till another 15 minutes. Again an attack. I told him to sit on the system and try his best while I started my work on my partners PC. After some another hour my friend finally got the solution and he got all my pictures restored on my computer. Aaaaaahhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!! relief finally!!!

At around 4 pm I got my pictures back and trust me my head is bursting and heart is still feeling the pain.

The good news is that I got my pics back. The sad part is I don’t know if all of them are back.

Never the less am still in a better position to get back to work.

Thanx to all the Tech freaks who at all invented all the recovery procedures and softwares. I may never like the hardwares and software codes but am still gratefull to all of them.

Its their birthday today! one of the pics from the collection that got retrieved.

Walking with nostalgia

Yesterday while going home I had decided I would write a post on my favorite actor Kunal karan kapoor but then I had to go to the VT for shopping and my mind changed. I mean Kunal is still a priority but this I just had to write this one. I had so many memories at this station during my teenage. Many of the best and most memorable journeys of my life have started from the VT station ticket counter.

As I was walking down the platform towards the ticket counter to meet my MAMA tejas it felt like AVANI was walking besides me like old time. The cute chubby version of avani(now a slim one) with a small ruck sack on her shoulder and flashing a bright smile that glittered in her eyes too on seeing me.(a slimmer version of me) We used to meet at VT station by 10.30 pm wait there for all to arrive by 11. Me and avani needed no topic to chit chat. The tight hug by which we greeted each other… I miss that. God only knows what topics we used to discuss but ya every treck had new addition of people so we used to be excited about meeting new people in today’s language new birds to watch. Hehehe ;) yesterday although I wondered did guys actually notice me then because I was a complete TOM BOY then. But who cares I had fun back then and even now when ever I go for trecks.

We used to catch a train for karjat from VT station which used to be full from VT as lots of local people commute daily from what seems far places to me like karjat and dahanu to VT for work. They still do and hats off to all those men and women for that. I cant travel like that for anything. The train got empty by dombivali and on dombivali boarded my 2^nd favorite person of those days (he still is one of my favorites) TEJAS MAMA. He is younger to me but still I call him MAMA (mother’s brother) and because of me everybody calls him that.

All the while in the train commute talking to avani or taking care of her was my task. I kind of took it as my unsaid responsibility to protect her as I was the elder one. That although did create some problems for guys but as far as me and avani are together nothing matters I guess. After getting down at karjat we either spent the night at a local chai walla shop or the bus stand or if nothing else was available at the railway platform. I miss those things as now the trecks have become more of money making business with all the bus facilities and all. Playing silly card games whole night at the railway station and cheating in the game and MAMA coming to my rescue was fun. I made some strong bonds that time without even intending to do so.

Morning have the tea and breakfast and start the treck with the prayer and introductions. Introduction was the time to concentrate to know your latest crush’s name. sorrieeee ;)

The most awesome part is of course the trecks. Walking in the woods with just a group of 5 or 6 people. There are some rules of the forests which you have to follow for your safety. But singing your favorite romantic songs admiring the nature is the best way to treck. nothing can be as healing as after a week of the stressful days in the city escaping in the laps of nature along with being in the company of your favorite people.

The last part is when you reach the top of the mountain it’s the feeling of achievement that fill you along with cold chilling breeze touching your skin. Its heaven for us. I miss all of it.

AVANI, TEJAS, KEVAL, VIMAL, SHRUTI THIS ONES FOR ALL U GUYS.

why i love kunal karan kapoor

Here's one article which is absolutely for a sole reason that I love this guy KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR since the time he played VARUN in Remix. He touched my heart back then and he touches my heart or rather my heart jumps when i see him even now. although he doesnt know but he was the reason i saw LEFT RIGHT LEFT as well. Although in NA BOLE TUM NA MAINE KUCH KAHAN i think the reason i connect with him is the reason that relations in our age have become really complex and in between all these complexities the undiluted love in the eyes of MOHAN for MRS.VYAS even after her being a widow is really heart touching. i guess there can not be one expression of KUNAL that i wont like. LOVE U KUNAL.

Why do we connect with a cinematic character, a film, a television series, a poem, a phrase? Is it because we find in them something that was unarticulated in us? A longing? A deep hurt with tangled roots that we cannot pull out? Anger and demons and darkness we are too afraid to face? A sense of vindication we somehow did not  get in real life? A desire that we never saw actualised except in wistful, unfinished dreams? Everytime something connects with us, it completes something, echoes something, answers something, heals something, stirs something.  Kunal Karan Kapoor’s Mohan Bhatnagar does almost all of the above in Na Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha, an unlikely love story between a crime reporter  and a grieving widow on Colours.
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As a critic, I cannot bring myself to laugh at films or plays or television shows that make people laugh or cry or are entertaining in a cleansing way. Critiquing is one thing. Dismissing is another. And always, I ask this, “why did this work?” It is not always about intellect, technique, smarts. Sometimes, what works tickles the surface. Sometimes,  it goes deeper as during the days of contained entertainment when we watched rationed episodes of dramas like Hum Log and lived with those characters in our mind space and in those tacky sets. That show spoke to our fears, our concerns, our aspirations. For many of us, a show like Kavita Chowdhary’s Udaan for instance was about strength and giving a fitting reply to poverty and misfortune. Somehow that title song played in my head, everytime I commuted back from my university to home in the lonely days after my father’s death. It was the music of courage. Of hope. Of resilience.
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That connect was lost as television grew up and we grew older. Films no longer dug deep. Television was loud, farcical and staged. And yet, a few nights back, as I chatted  with a Facebook friend about Kunal Karan Kapoor, late into the night, I realised that somehow a connect had been made not just with the obvious talent of this unstarry young fellow but what he represents. And what does he represent? That answer is different for every viewer who watches him but what surprises me is that in this age of vacuous, bulked up, pretty cardboard actors on TV, someone actually looked at him and saw Mohan Bhatnagar.

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A character that is acquiring cult status steadily in Na Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha.  I am stumped that someone saw the actor in him. Hungry for a real part. A character that is not about staged glamour but about deeply felt pain, unspent longing, anger, courage, intense truthfulness and an emotional graph that grows, expands to become more and more not just about Mohan Bhatnagar but about us. He is someone we don’t really see in our milieu everyday, if ever. He is an idealist and yet, there is nothing self-righteous about him. He is a bad singer but loves Kishore Kumar. His shoe laces are never tied. He is short but walks tall and with a swagger and has inviolable self-belief whether he is being slapped, called names or being misunderstood and persecuted.

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There is something heroic about him even though he looks like a boy- next- door and yet when he faces the camera, you know that no boy- next- door can be as mesmeric. And that brings me to that question. What does he speak to within us? Why are bloggers writing about him and girls writing breathless messages to his videos? And to think that someone saw all this lurking within him even before he had smiled that lazy, unfinished smile into the camera or looked at the woman he loves with eyes that seem to make dialogue redundant!  It is miraculous that someone saw what he would bring to Mohan Bhatnagar even before his gifts had manifested.And when you see the camera linger lovingly on a close up, taking in the carefully mussed hair, the eyes that grow silent and vociferous at will, you know that someone behind that camera knows just how good an actor he is and also that he has the gift of connection, yes, that word again, with those who act with him and also those who watch him.

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His biggest gift is his ability to express something as  inexpressible as unalloyed love. The kind.. all of us look for and the day he returned to Juna Mohalla on his bike, giving a slanting, close mouthed smile to his pretty neighbour who just happens to be the love of his life, ruffled his own hair in an unspoken apology, hugged a little girl who is his friend and threw his head back to ask his stuff to be carried right back into his house, my best friend smsed me exclamations at midnight from Chandigarh. Really, who could have imagined someone with such subtle and understated charisma could inspire this kind of response?

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His is a very well nuanced character. The flavoured nonchalance in the Hindi dialogue, the casual way he dresses, the stubble to hide how young and vulnerable he really looks, the hair at a careful length to frame his face, the slowly gymmed up frame, the real or fake tattoo on one shoulder, the arrogance with which he talks to his peers and his house help cum buddy and yet the gentleness and sensitivity at the sight of pain and loss be it in the life of a woman he is drawn to or in a lost little girl searching for a father figure or even better a Spider Man who appears at the tug of a bell.

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What brings Mohan Bhatnagar to life however are not just these obviously well-thought out details but  his voice that really is as compelling  in its pauses as it is in unrestricted monologues. This boy can deliver a line and I have not seen or heard that happen in television or even in cinema in a long, long time. One of my favourite scenes  is when he is having a long chat with his ex girlfriend on the eve of her engagement with Megha watching on. Once the call is done, he is lost in something searing and painful within. He is knotted up  as if all the pain and hurt she once gave him is revisiting him and he must experience it all… once and for all, before he can move on. Or when he wants to know why Megha won’t let him go out of her life. There is longing and self-possession. Restraint and heedlessness. And it is just  a TV series for God’s sake and yet he is living each moment like his life depended on it and he is taking us right into the heart of his darkness and his light.

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It surprises me just how much I notice when he does his thing. The way he draws his breath, frowns and the writer in me wonders again why he has registered after years of jaded TV watching. My reasons I realise are personal. He reminds me of Samir, the male protagonist of my book. When I envisioned him and wrote his stooping walk, slanting smile, caramel gaze and careless drawls, I had not seen Mr Kapoor and now if by some stroke of luck, the book ever becomes a film, I know who I will be chasing for a script reading. Yes, am smiling at the thought. That said, the series has been invested with thought, care, attention to detail and really good writing. And there is Kunal Karan Kapoor, Mohan Bhatnagar to many of us (and Monu to me and my best friend) who basically proves that magic cannot be predicted and can be found in the unlikeliest of places and people.

 

Source - http://unboxedwriters.com/2012/06/kunal-karan-kapoor-an-actor-arrives/

punchy proposal

Aayush woke up at his bed with a heavy head and hangover. His face was red with lipstick stains and his body was hurting due to the number punches he had got. He got up and started to walk towards the washroom and tripped off over his friend arjun who was lying down on the floor all drunk again. Aayush sat down on the corner of the bed and was trying to recollect what had happened last night and how the hell did he land up in this condition.

The last thing he remembered was that he was getting ready to go for the 31^st December party in his room at royal beach resort where they were staying in goa for the holiday. Then he remembered that it was only him and arjun in the room. He began to think where were the other guys. Immediately he went to the phone and picked it up dialed the extension number of the girls room nobody answered the call.

His mind was getting heavy again due to the questions. He called up the pantry to order a cup of black coffee and sat down against the wall of the bed. He called out ARJUN to wake him up. When arjun dint wake up he threw a pillow on him to wake him. Arjun woke up abusing aayush for the pillow blow.

The coffee had come aayush just gulped it down in a hurry as he badly wanted the headache to stop where as arjun was still lazing on the bed. aayush budged arjun and started bombarding him with question like

What happened last night?

Why am I in such a state (lipstick marks and punch marks together)?

What happened?

Where are hemant and benoy?

Where were the girls???

WHERE IS POOJA???

Answer me u bugger! Where is POOJA? What the hell happened?

All this while Arjun was just sitting on the bed and showing least interest in his questions. Then he got up and walked very lazily towards the bathroom and after what seemed like 20minutes he came out. Again in a lazy pace he came back and sat on the bed knowing that aayush was looking at him completely pissed off.

Arjun picked up the coffee and had a sip of it. It was still warm besides arjun dint have a hang over he was just delaying answering arjun’s questions because he wanted the curiosity to rise till the peak of panic.

Slowly arjun opened his mouth to answer and said

“hemant and benoy have gone back to MUMBAI along with the girls.”

Silence again.

This time arjun himself broke the silence by questioning “do you not remember anything?”

Arjun then started narrating the entire episode of last evening.

We went to the pub and had 1 vodka shots each. You where getting very hyper to propose pooja as soon as the clock strikes 12. In your nervousness you drank 5 vodka and 2 beers and were still pretending that you are fine while you were standing at the bar and watching her dance. I kept stopping you before each drink but “tu toh tu hai na. bada majnu ban ne k liye mare jar aha tha. Tuhje meri aawaz sunai kahan de rahi thi pooja k chakkar mei!” (you were in full mood of becoming a romeo while I tried stopping you before each drink you had, but you weren’t hearing me at all because you were busy staring pooja.

Aur phir toh tune had hi karr di (and then u crossed your limits.)

At 11.50 you went to the DJ took the mike and told him to stop the music and made an open announcement stating

“Miss pooja, the one whose wearing a red top and black skirt. Please come and meet me near the fountain as I wana tell you something very important and personal and I wana kiss you happy new year as the clock strikes 12.”

Then what half the people in the pub were drunk. Girl who were single rushed there to kiss you and guys who were drunk thought you were hitting on their girlfriend POOJA and they ran to hit you. And I guess some just came to smash you for free also. Arjun had a grin on his face.

The entire pub was a havoc. Bloody asshole you spoiled the entire new year of ours. We couldn’t even reach you in between all that rush and you were so drunk I don’t even know the count of girls u kissed. We had to call the guards to rescue you amidst the kissing girls and the hitting guys. Finally when we reached you, a girl was kissing you like crazy man and pooja saw it and just turned around as she couldn’t see the you in that state.

Benoy and I picked you up and brought back to the room. Pooja wished to go home so the hemant and benoy left with the girls and I stayed back because of you.

Aayush was listening with a shocked expression all of this. He wanted it to be the best new year by proposing to his friend POOJA and he messed it up. He felt horrified but the question was why did all this happen. To which arjun shouted out loud THERE WERE ALMOST 30 POOJA’S IN THE PUB U, IDOIT! POOJA IS A VERY COMMON NAME. ALMOST 20% GIRLS IN INDIA HAVE THE NAME POOJA.

Aayush innocently said in his defence “but I mentioned the girl with red top and black skirt”

Arjun snapped back “THE THEME FOR YESTERDAY WAS RED AND BLACK YOU JERK!!! “

Aayush immediately hit his head with his palm and said OH FUCK!!! I am an such an ass!!!

After sometime they got ready and left for Mumbai.

BACK IN MUMBAI

While pooja was very upset in the entire journey about all that episode she was also laughing inside at all the mess.

As soon as aayush reached Mumbai he called pooja and said sorry for like a million times on phone and requested to meet. They decided to meet next day at the college canteen after their last lecture.

Aayush was still rehearsing apologies while he entered the canteen and spotted pooja sitting in the corner seat instead of their usual seat.

He slowly approached her and tapped her shoulder pooja stood up faced him and before he could say a word

SLAP ON THE FACE

And before he could regain his posture

A KISS FOLLOWED.

After a while when when they parted the guys just jumped on aayush laughing and pooja just gave a shy but broad smile. J J J  

First love – girls side

I was in standard 7^th when I 1^st came across the feeling of skipping a heartbeat after looking at someone. My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest and fall in his hands.

Being a good girl I had never spoke to boys even though I studied in a co – ed school until the day I saw him. Vihaan!!!

Imagine someone who never knew anything about attraction getting magnetically pulled towards something which her mom has told her to stay away from. How does it sound. Funny, strange, right, wrong???

Mixed emotions.!!

1^st time in 7years of schooling my friend avani and me were not in the same class. We both had already sulked a lot over it in the summer vacation and finally we decided that recess time we would spend together. So as soon as the bell rang I rushed out of my class towards avani’s class and there he was at the door of avani’s class.

The 1^st words that came of my mind for the 1^st ever guy I liked were “ooh la la” accompanied with a broad and the brightest smile on my face. He was standing near the door chatting with his male pals and probably missed all of this (thank god for that) but as avani came to me the 1^st question was

Who is he? Never seen him before? Avani answered my queries that his name is vihaan and he was forever in our school only.

Of course my entire 20 minute recess went in staring at him occasionally and talking to avani. I felt all the more sad that I am not in avani’s class.

The next few days passed in admiring vihaan beauty. His complexion was fair, nice black hair cut into short the most awesomest smile and his lips were the high light of his face. Was well built not more then 5 feet 3 inches.

Avani kept on updating me that he was average in studies and good in elocutions. He played guitar and had also been elected as the class monitor. That was the time I started thinking he was way out of my league because probably he was one of the most popular guy in our batch and even though I was equally hot I never realized my worth till I graduated.

I know all the guys would love this part – after knowing that he is Mr.popular even a girl tries to take all the effort to come in his eyes and so did I. I started doing yoga and dieting (although it wasn’t needed) J.

Finally the day of my heart break came after a month when avani informed me that vihaan had a girlfriend.

I was shattered by the thought of it, obviously cursed that girl but at the same time I backed out. If he has a girl I don’t wana disturb their story.

That day I asked avani to introduce me to vihaan so that atleast I could be there in his life as a friend and so she did.

The more close I got to vihaan the more I fell for him, the more I admired god’s creation. Even though boys are not termed beautiful I loved each and everything about vihaan. His lips as I have already mentioned were yumm even more better when having a closer look, his eyes were light brown and kept me completely mesmerized in themselves, his touch was warm and smooth (I wished the handshakes never ended), his voice was like sweet melody to my ears, he had a sarcastically good sense of humour, he sung too good as well. There was nothing about him that I dint like and above all he was the 1^st guy or man in my life and my guru to teach me all double meaning talks and their meaning (even after a decade I call him GURU at times.)

1 year later

On the day of our class 7^th result I came to know that vihaan broke up with his girl I felt sad as he was sad but at the same time all my hopes got back in action.