Going the Distance..

#His #Story ..

Girls , huh ! They take much time in thinking and their stories must have drama, songs and hell lot of emotions . If I ever have a love story it will definitely have action . - Prithvi

2007 August,Orissa:

I was home and was seriously thinking of not going back to Bangalore . For me , heaven was right here in my home . Except, I left my heart in Bangalore . I can't imagine how life would have been  if she did not meet me before I left for home in June ? I would not have known the most precious person in my life . I can't believe I have met her only once . Apart from eyeing her in those classes, I never got to know her . But that day when we came together for the first time, I knew I will never let her go from my life . Words were never my forte , so I could not tell her that how special she was to me. How beautiful her eyes are and how she has got me out of my coccon and made me open up. I never spoke to any girl before her and hence my poor way of expression. Her phone constantly kept busy sometimes making me very angry and jealous and I wondered who else was queuing up to speak to her? Why not , she was the kind of girl whom anyone would like to be-friend , love and cherish. But how on earth do I contour my feelings in words? I am the kind of guy which she says is dabba in spelling out the word “feelings” , forget about expressing it .

Words were never a friend to a guy with muscle . India has no less of Sharukh Khans and all of them woo a lovely girl with poetry and compliments . None of that was within my capabilities and neither I understood how these stupid things impresses a girl ? If this tale was ever told or narrated I will never put songs in it as I suck at them , no drama coz I would never indulge in any of it , but there will be action as it was about to happen right now.

So here I am , standing in the JSG station, waiting hours before her train would corss, so that I can see her for 5 minutes . "No" , my heart spoke " 5 minutes are not enough" . There has to be a better action I could do . Guddu was standing next to me , he slyly eyed on me to get a sense of my thought . " Abbey Guddu , Sambalpur Chalega ? " Guddu had no idea why I was willing to slog in a worn out bus to Sambalpur , probably most busses would have left by now and we have to cling to the side rods of the bus by this time , getting a seat was out of question . But once in his lifetime without questioning Guddu's toothy grin flashed and he nodded for whatsoever reason. Probably childhood friends know your pulse . He looked at me and we started our adventure right there by running towards the last bus which had already started moving . " Chal Bhai , bhabhiji ko milna hai" he winked at me and we clinged to the bus side rods.Who knew someone like me would be willing to do something of this sort?Right now, Guddu knew my secret and I was willing to stuff him with samosas so that he won’t open his mouth in front of anyone and ruin my serious and macho image.

The bus to Sambalpur was dragging itself and I was just praying that her train runs slow today and I catch her train in Sambalpur and get to see her . Else, I won’t even see her in Jsg station now. The dusty roads were throwing dirt on my face and Guddu was happy with samosas which he grabbed while the bus stopped for a while. If and only if I do not make it to the train my sweetheart is travelling in, I will blame it on Guddu's samosas and break his front teeth. Guddu munched away the fried stuff one after another and consoled me saying " Bhai pahunch jayenge..tension mat le" .

As the bus slowed down near Sambalpur station I jumped from it to quickly search for the train in which she was suppoed to be travelling .My bad luck was running worse and the train was standing at the last platform . In an impulse I started running faster . Guddu was nowhere to be seen , I turned back to trace him , he was shouting and running behind me . He was calling me out by my nick name saying "Bhag Raja , Bhag , main tere peeche hu bey".. I kept running and thought this filmy friend of mine might never agree to the idea of skipping the over bridge and jumping across trains under normal circumstances , but my life is moving away in that train and I had to get there at any cost. Trains were swapping past by and there was no time to think, I paused for a second and then leapt towards the rail lines to get to the other side.  Around 3 trains stood in my way which were either slowing or catching speed in opposite directions .I jumped in and out from one train to another and crossed in the most dangerous way anyone could ever imagine .However,I managed to get through them and turned back to check for Guddu . He was swearing at me and cursing me ,but like a loyal friend he  followed my moves. Finally I caught hold of the train door and pulled myself inside the moving train. As a sign of Guddu’s good luck, the train was moving too slow and I managed to pull him in in-spite of his gigantic ass.

Clearly it was an adrenaline rush for us . I had no idea what buggy she was in and the idea of surprise did suck to me . I did not understand why women adored surprises? All my life, I have planned all my moves; till today while love bug bit me and poked me for impulsive action. Maybe I will laugh on this incident someday, but right now I just wanted to find her. I started looking for her fiercely and passed through all berths checking thoroughly. Guddu was getting nervous, he thought he might get beaten as he directed me to a wrong train .20 minutes of searching later I crossed a place where a girl was reading a novel and she gently tossed, where I just got to see her eyes . I could not miss those beautiful eyes ever. If I was a poet I would have written poems on those deep ,dark eyes . I paused and Guddu came running from the other end of the buggy. I signaled him to stop and he backed off . I leaned forward and called her name –Ayesha. She lifted those beautiful eyelashes and saw me and made a funny and cute surprised face by making an 'O' with her lips.

“Prithvi , what are you doing in this train?” She raised her eyebrows and I wanted to hold her , hug her probably kiss her and tell her that I came for her . Just to see her , just to be with her and just to see those killer eyes . But I blurted out “ I had some work in Sambalpur , so thought of taking this train " . I don’t know about other girls but Ayesha was no fool. I think she might have guessed what I was doing in the same train as hers. We moved near the door to have a chat. It was wonderful to see my sweetheart. She was so down to earth and approachable and she did not know how pretty she was. Guddu eyed on us from a distance and moved closer and I prayed he did not open his mouth to spill any of his “ Parnam Bhabhiji” kind of shit . Guddu loved his teeth as much as he loved samosas, he behaved himself and smiled like a human being for the first time in years.But I wanted him to go away from there so that I can talk to Ayesha . Time was flying and it was the quickest hour of my life.

As the train neared JSG station where I started the run to reach my love, I gathered courage and held her hand . She dint move away, I said “ I will be back to Bangalore Ayesha”. Her eyes lit up , she smiled and my heart knew that I was in love with her deeply , madly . My hands reached for her soft cheeks to pull them as I did in our first meet. She frowned a little but did not resist. As I left her hand and got down of the train I turned to see her and thought “If only I could get her ,I will tell her that I came for her , only for her. Maybe she will know some day.”

The train moved and so did my heart with her. The thought of not seeing her or may be for the last time , was painful. But showing my emotions in front of Guddu was not an option . He was grinning non-stop and said “ Bhai ye to love story ke itihas ke panno me chapega” . I turned to him and said “Dekhte hain” . Guddu was not satisfied , asked " To bhai ab aage " ? I smiled and said " Abhi to story shuru hui hai.. next page me dekhna bhai" .

How I met him?

#HerStory..

It was one of those days where I was going to be in an almost blind date. At that time it was pretty normal for me. In fact, it was exactly what I needed to get out of my bad break up zone. I was talking and meeting people just to cheer myself up. Today I was meeting this one guy, who tracked me down via Orkut after seeing me in a .Net class. Frankly I did not remember both, neither any of the .Net course nor the guy. However his name intrigued me, Prithviraj Singha (Talk about royalty dripping name) :P . He went by the name ‘Devil ‘on the social networking site and had a monster picture as his pro pic. His picture threatened me and after rejecting many of his friend requests I finally accepted it. He named me ‘cute devil’ during our chats. Those were the days when a single pretty girl could easily call herself “the queen” and so was I, not the queen but reasonably pretty and single after years of stupid long distance relationship.  On a sunny June Sunday when Prithvi finally asked me out stating he would leave for Orissa the next day I could not refuse it. After all he was from my state, 'whats the harm?May be it will be the good old 1 date and bye bye scenario ! May be he will never come back to Bangalore again !' I convinced myself. So there I was standing in my regular blue jeans black t-shirt and a sleek dark brown jacket. I was just standing in front of the Westside store and was calling to check if he had reached. Suddenly I heard someone calling my name “Ayesha...”.

I turned my eyes and the first thing I noticed was this tall(really tally) guy with really cute hairstyle. His hair strands gently fell on his forehead and reminded me of Shahid Kapoor . “Hey.. You must be Prithviraj or may I say the Devil” I flustered my eye lids. ‘That’s me’ he replied. “So.. Where are we going? “he asked . ‘A guy who lets me pick the place.. ahh.. what a relief’at the age of 20 making decisions on a first date was such a good feeling . I smiled and said “ Let’s go to the cookie shop “ . I could not help but noticethe way he walked like a lion walking through the forest. His body language had no ego but just a little pride. I looked into his eyes and they were brown and beautiful moreover I had never met a guy whole eye lashes were so damn pretty, almost better than me. His left eye had an unusual brown spot and only one of his eyebrow raised (like Rock Dwayne Johnson) while he was trying to be sarcastic. His perfect smile was rather wild and revealed just a little hint stating “ I am not that innocent “ types, in fact he reminded me of a handsome villain. The damn ‘Cookieman Store’ had tall chairs then and it was tough for me to get on it . He gently helped me with the chair and smiled. I retaliated immediately “I am not short, these chairs are ridiculous “he nodded and smiled. He did not talk much and kept looking at me and I just thought “ Aww.. Isn’t he so cute” . Somewhere over  a crème brandy cookie my hand moved and brushed aside the hair strands which touched his eyes gently  and covered his forehead .He smiled again and said ‘you know ..I never let anyone do that ‘. Shit, I was caught unaware doing something which I dint realize. I nervously smiled and hid my face behind a cookie. 

We kept talking as we have known each other for years. I was happy and liked the fact he wasn’t trying to pretend or impress me. Sometime over sharing a Pizza and spilling some extra chilli on it I thought to myself, what if he doesn’t come back to Bangalore ?If I did not meet him I would never have understood what will be my loss if he does not return to Bangalore. Not that I had a crazy crush on him but I could use a decent friend with gorgeous looks . Ok I accept I did have a crush on him the moment I saw him that day.  It was drizzling outside, or was it my imagination? The day passed by and as he was leaving he turned squeezed my cheeks (almost pulled ) and I snapped in a sarcastic way , ‘you know ..I never let anyone do that ‘. He smiled and I could not hold my tongue but ask , “Prithvi will you come back to Bangalore ? “ (Please Please Please say yes.. screamed my heart ) . He became rather sad and said “I may” . I smiled and let him go . As I turned and we walked away in different direction I wondered, if he doesn’t come back, will I ever see him ? Will we ever meet? If so.. Where?