So, breaking an Exile from love and romance filled life, was on cards....
It was supposed to happen someday,only thing is ,it took some time for me to recover from collapse of first love.OUCH....memories hurt..ha ha
I forgot to mention,I resides at Agra,the land of Taj MaHaL. (COOL....u may gasp....i disagree,its 48 deg celsius here and Agra is thus HOT).The place famous for a great Emperor's love for a common girl and his efforts to show her his mammoth love which ended up in the making of TAJ MAHAL. Its rarely mentioned by people that the girl was wife of another guy.
I says LOVE SUCKS...u still wont believe?the Emperor ended up his life in the confines of prison there..now you think!!!
Infact the city is full of young beautiful girls...majority zip zaps and zooms in high speed on their gearless bikes.Its hard to catch them if they turn robbers one day,I'm convinced.
so one of them is gonna say YES if i propose her,i hoped."HOPES"...its what lead us in life ,isnt?
So I made a gameplan.Proper planning and execution results in success,i remember read so somewhere.Plan was simple.Complex plans may backfire dark complexioned guy like me.
It was thus,to buy a new helmet and a few branded tees and jeans.
SURPRISED????dont be ,logic behind is again simple .The first impression is the best impression,so why should I risk my chances,by showing of my face..ha ha..Helmet fetches time atleast.
So did I.Since I had an eye catching sports bike and enough pocket money, rest of the planned part seemed easy.
I must add a little about Agra here,to make you all understand the struggles I have to see through in completing my task.
Agra is a nice place,only for you guys who visits here to see "What the hell is TaJ MaHaL....?".
Done visiting the historical place and a few snaps (adding a few
common funny poses ,which are insisted by the jobless photographers
wandering all around near Taj,do see)and goes back to the comforts of cozy home, back at your place.But the poor souls like me who stays here are fed up with many issues.The puzzling traffic jams...cluttered colonies...pathetic policing....horrible and terrible climate....non availability of potable water...list is too long.
So the task of getting a girl friend at Agra is as good as a story line for MISSION IMPOSSIBLE series considering all these hurdles connected with daily chores.
Even TOM CRUSE may opt out from the highly successful film franchise ,but i wont.Its me who want a girlfriend not Tom.
It was a beautiful evening and the most posh area,Sadar Bazaar, at agra was crowded as usual.My eye balls revolved and rotated as if a Radar in full swing to catch the target...(in my case the prospect girlfriend,i predetermined whoever it is ,must have a bike,should be slim and fair..)
And suddenly it happened . I found an eligible candidate .She was looking perfect in a pink T shirt and white cargo pants.She was parking her vehicle near Archies gift gallery and entered the shop.Wasting no time i too parked next to her bike and waited for her.Around 10 min later she came out with some hampers.We had an eye contact,quiet normal one,but i kept on the eyes to eye looks...then again her eyes connected with mine.
She sensed something cooking up.The sparks in my eyes told my intentions,i believe.
And her looks certainly said ,"Why this kolaveri, boy,go home and let me go!!"
It was tip of an Ice berg,I followed her,raced with her,overtook her at times -only to allow her do it to me...and again to repeat the same.
5 minutes later she stopped at a sweet shop and I did same..now I prepared myself for first move..I rehearsed the dialogues i should vomit,all cut and pasted from mix of old and new films and novels.
Then she came..I quipped
"Excuse me,are you from Agra college?"
(Agra university is an institute which contains almost whole Agraites with average and below average marks in intermediate.Thankfull to prevailing education system at agra,majority is in Agra university.So this dart will hit bulls eye 80%,for sure)
It worked,she said "Yes, why?"
I think, I have seen you there..it was my exam centre last time.By the way,Im RAJ(rajendran is my name but oh girl,calling myself Raj is my habit..its sexy .isnt)
Ohh...thats nice".a small smile appeared on her cute lips.
"Whats your name?"
"Im madhuri"
"WOW,are you someone from Madhuri Dixits family?(my substandard joke,you and me know that it is,but believe me it works some times.this time it did.)
HA HA...nope.im not.im Madhuri Gupta.B com IInd year.
Okay..thats good..Bcom and then CA..high aims ,umm...good luck for that. Im working with Indian Air Force and is posted at Agra.I was awestruck when i saw you at Sadar and felt like talking with you and thats why im all this way behind you.Im sorry for troubling.
HA HA...(sweeter smile this time)its ok..im getting late i need to go now.
Oh sure,if you dont mind may i have your number please..?
Ummmmmmm......(looking all around the universe,AS IF HER NUMBER IS WRITTEN THERE AT MARS).....I dont know you and how can I giv you my personnel number then?
the initial,confused,"Ummmmmmm" said indirectly,she is ok with exchanging number but is little confused ofcourse.My brain started working brilliantly...
Yeah thats true,please dont bother,im fine.But 120 million people in India will remain strangers till the time they try to know each other,isnt?so take it easy too..anyway here is my number.(i gave a ready to use slip with my name and number on it)
call me if you feel ok..Nice meeting you..bye.
she too waved hands while I was busy showing my attitude with a bit extra acceleration, making a heavy "Vroom" noise from bike.
Two days of long wait...hopes started to fade away.suddenly there comes a SMS.
"HI Raj,U thr? Im Madhuri."
(have you guys been to cloud 9,i was there when i read it.)
my second love was kicked started.
Few days of restless chit chat and occasional meeting for coffee followed..2 weeks later,she rung up,crying..she just asked to meet her ASAP.
I made my office time cut short and raced against wind.She was in immaculate attire..she always were ...I was pleased to see her and proud of myself when other guys ogled at her and got jealous of me for having a girlfriend like her...(atleast i started to think her as girlfriend,why cant you believe?uhhh!!!disgusting.)
All of a sudden she broke down,I was horrified(AGRA has a collection of boys and men with no job but to beat up others,all of them got a tag BHAI attached to their terrible names too...u can identify them from their pan coloured mouth and some kind of cloth around necks..) of such bhais taking over me for granted even before asking what happened ....
Fortunately BHAIs were on leave and I was safe..what I could recollect from her feeble voice is this:-
"Raj,Maneesh is seeing another girl from his class,he says I am of not of his type,what to do.....I cant even think of someone other than him..."
I was like a spinning top,i still doubt i really spinned OR was it whole world around me spinned...whatever I was struck with lightning,hard ,at heart....lol..
END
Backdoor story: we remained good friends thereafter.I consoled her and tried to sort things out with Maneesh too.But he was another guy without shame,he fled from her life ,probably killing her heart.Later she moved to Delhi and joined some other course there.I lost her number when i lost my mobile.So no more in touch,frankly I miss her sometimes...as a good friend.
DATING IS LIKE HUNTING.....MORE YOU GO INTO JUNGLE MORE THE CHANCES YOU GET LION---great raj.
coming with next ,be back pls...
It was supposed to happen someday,only thing is ,it took some time for me to recover from collapse of first love.OUCH....memories hurt..ha ha
I forgot to mention,I resides at Agra,the land of Taj MaHaL. (COOL....u may gasp....i disagree,its 48 deg celsius here and Agra is thus HOT).The place famous for a great Emperor's love for a common girl and his efforts to show her his mammoth love which ended up in the making of TAJ MAHAL. Its rarely mentioned by people that the girl was wife of another guy.
I says LOVE SUCKS...u still wont believe?the Emperor ended up his life in the confines of prison there..now you think!!!
Infact the city is full of young beautiful girls...majority zip zaps and zooms in high speed on their gearless bikes.Its hard to catch them if they turn robbers one day,I'm convinced.
so one of them is gonna say YES if i propose her,i hoped."HOPES"...its what lead us in life ,isnt?
So I made a gameplan.Proper planning and execution results in success,i remember read so somewhere.Plan was simple.Complex plans may backfire dark complexioned guy like me.
It was thus,to buy a new helmet and a few branded tees and jeans.
SURPRISED????dont be ,logic behind is again simple .The first impression is the best impression,so why should I risk my chances,by showing of my face..ha ha..Helmet fetches time atleast.
So did I.Since I had an eye catching sports bike and enough pocket money, rest of the planned part seemed easy.
I must add a little about Agra here,to make you all understand the struggles I have to see through in completing my task.
So the task of getting a girl friend at Agra is as good as a story line for MISSION IMPOSSIBLE series considering all these hurdles connected with daily chores.
Even TOM CRUSE may opt out from the highly successful film franchise ,but i wont.Its me who want a girlfriend not Tom.
It was a beautiful evening and the most posh area,Sadar Bazaar, at agra was crowded as usual.My eye balls revolved and rotated as if a Radar in full swing to catch the target...(in my case the prospect girlfriend,i predetermined whoever it is ,must have a bike,should be slim and fair..)
And suddenly it happened . I found an eligible candidate .She was looking perfect in a pink T shirt and white cargo pants.She was parking her vehicle near Archies gift gallery and entered the shop.Wasting no time i too parked next to her bike and waited for her.Around 10 min later she came out with some hampers.We had an eye contact,quiet normal one,but i kept on the eyes to eye looks...then again her eyes connected with mine.
She sensed something cooking up.The sparks in my eyes told my intentions,i believe.
And her looks certainly said ,"Why this kolaveri, boy,go home and let me go!!"
It was tip of an Ice berg,I followed her,raced with her,overtook her at times -only to allow her do it to me...and again to repeat the same.
5 minutes later she stopped at a sweet shop and I did same..now I prepared myself for first move..I rehearsed the dialogues i should vomit,all cut and pasted from mix of old and new films and novels.
Then she came..I quipped
"Excuse me,are you from Agra college?"
(Agra university is an institute which contains almost whole Agraites with average and below average marks in intermediate.Thankfull to prevailing education system at agra,majority is in Agra university.So this dart will hit bulls eye 80%,for sure)
It worked,she said "Yes, why?"
I think, I have seen you there..it was my exam centre last time.By the way,Im RAJ(rajendran is my name but oh girl,calling myself Raj is my habit..its sexy .isnt)
Ohh...thats nice".a small smile appeared on her cute lips.
"Whats your name?"
"Im madhuri"
"WOW,are you someone from Madhuri Dixits family?(my substandard joke,you and me know that it is,but believe me it works some times.this time it did.)
HA HA...nope.im not.im Madhuri Gupta.B com IInd year.
Okay..thats good..Bcom and then CA..high aims ,umm...good luck for that. Im working with Indian Air Force and is posted at Agra.I was awestruck when i saw you at Sadar and felt like talking with you and thats why im all this way behind you.Im sorry for troubling.
HA HA...(sweeter smile this time)its ok..im getting late i need to go now.
Oh sure,if you dont mind may i have your number please..?
Ummmmmmm......(looking all around the universe,AS IF HER NUMBER IS WRITTEN THERE AT MARS).....I dont know you and how can I giv you my personnel number then?
the initial,confused,"Ummmmmmm" said indirectly,she is ok with exchanging number but is little confused ofcourse.My brain started working brilliantly...
call me if you feel ok..Nice meeting you..bye.
she too waved hands while I was busy showing my attitude with a bit extra acceleration, making a heavy "Vroom" noise from bike.
Two days of long wait...hopes started to fade away.suddenly there comes a SMS.
"HI Raj,U thr? Im Madhuri."
(have you guys been to cloud 9,i was there when i read it.)
my second love was kicked started.
Few days of restless chit chat and occasional meeting for coffee followed..2 weeks later,she rung up,crying..she just asked to meet her ASAP.
I made my office time cut short and raced against wind.She was in immaculate attire..she always were ...I was pleased to see her and proud of myself when other guys ogled at her and got jealous of me for having a girlfriend like her...(atleast i started to think her as girlfriend,why cant you believe?uhhh!!!disgusting.)
All of a sudden she broke down,I was horrified(AGRA has a collection of boys and men with no job but to beat up others,all of them got a tag BHAI attached to their terrible names too...u can identify them from their pan coloured mouth and some kind of cloth around necks..) of such bhais taking over me for granted even before asking what happened ....
Fortunately BHAIs were on leave and I was safe..what I could recollect from her feeble voice is this:-
"Raj,Maneesh is seeing another girl from his class,he says I am of not of his type,what to do.....I cant even think of someone other than him..."
I was like a spinning top,i still doubt i really spinned OR was it whole world around me spinned...whatever I was struck with lightning,hard ,at heart....lol..
END
Backdoor story: we remained good friends thereafter.I consoled her and tried to sort things out with Maneesh too.But he was another guy without shame,he fled from her life ,probably killing her heart.Later she moved to Delhi and joined some other course there.I lost her number when i lost my mobile.So no more in touch,frankly I miss her sometimes...as a good friend.
DATING IS LIKE HUNTING.....MORE YOU GO INTO JUNGLE MORE THE CHANCES YOU GET LION---great raj.
coming with next ,be back pls...
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