I guy in front of me was blah-blahing about "Euthanasia". I did not even know then what it meant. now the fear crept into me. i thought, "what if i get a topic, i hadnt even heard of! what will she think!". I panicked and i looked around for help, the idea of darting away from the stage crossed my mind more than once but my legs had turned into lead. My name was called out and i was to pick out a chit from a Goldfish bowl!! As i saw the bowl it reminded me of a fact that Goldfish have a memory of less than 3 seconds (No offense meant Mr. Goldfish, hope you remember that it has been proven to be a myth), i just hoped that people had an equally bad memory (again no offense meant!) and would soon forget the mess, that's me! Well i made the dip and the crumpled paper said "High Speed On The Highway On a Bike "!
I took a step to the podium and kept staring into her eyes. it was a strange sensation but it felt so good. it used to happen a lot then but then a lot used to happen in those lost glorious days of adolescence. i started to speak and it was no more than a squeak!! Eeeeekkkkkkkssss! What's happening....
While my mind dealt with the visual confusion and lingual inability, my heart was soaring on a gleaming machine in a different dimensional plane. there she was in a flowing white dress, seated behind me. The roads lined with greenery were a blur as we swooshed by them. the sky was bright and the wind scented. there was a breeze not the roaring wind. there was no adrenaline but there was a kind of romance in the scene that my heart had conjured as i looked deep into her eyes. I was so wound up in this world of my own that i missed out on what words my poor helpless tongue was trying to form. When the time was up, i saw her walking away.
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I have no idea what made me write this today while she is far away, happy with someone else. No i did not have a tragic romantic entanglement with her, she was not that desperate... Hahaha... nor am i going to reveal who she was but do pray that she is happy in the life that she is so passionately making for herself.
Well what i can do tell you is what reminded me of this particular incident. As i made my way back from office last Thursday(17 December 2009), i was as usual cursing the bad traffic sense of people in Hyderabad (It's not bad, its freakingly f**ked up!), i had to slow down with all the traffic at the bottleneck near Khairatabad. The bottle neck exists due to a temple that just wont give up for the common good of all its devotees in the name of secular freedom. I chucked out all my traffic sense and got involved in a chase after a scooter snuggled up to my car door and left a lipless sneer on it. I was dishing out a carefully chosen platter of blasphemistic expletives to the Michelangelo when my eyes rested on a kid standing at the outer gate of the the temple beside her father as her (i wrote their but i guess she was sure daddy had bought it for her) bike got baptized. In her eyes, as she looked at her worldly possession, i saw the look that i had seen when she had her eyes upon me. A look of intrigue as she looked upon the her future which she was sure held promise!
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An excerpt from my diary -
I met her eyes and the dying flames under the ember and ash leapt high once more... [12th October, 2002]And ya, she landed up in the evening wearing a exquisite white dress :) Still remember that it had made my day :)
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