Hope you enjoy reading this post as much as u enjoyed the first one.
Date: 5th feb'10
Blue falling boat neck, sleeveless, bootcut slited trouser, platform heels, open soft curls…all set to meet my inspiration…Sitting behind mom when she was driving Kinetic, needless to say at a speed that could never touch 40kmps. We landed to meet Mom's frnd's Son, I just hate this namste uncleji types gathering but modesty often leaves you with less options, In this case no option. She wanted me to meet him to take some gyaan to start preparing for MBA. What i witnessed was last thing expected.. Stylish angrezi acsent, 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, MBA, Army men was all just too impressive to be resisted by a gal from first year of college at the age of 16... Calling him "T***** bhaiya" was too brutal to my fantasies arousing...where i was completely lost(with blinking eyes), didn't even hear who's uttering what?
6 months...was time enough to make me live in his awe and then came 5th oct, my b'day..i never thought my interest for cooking will help making my dream come true...I met him at a coffee shop smth like a barista in-progress to offer self baked b'day cake..it was an eventful day started with a bunch of roses..ice tea..hell lot of nervousness (mainly because of my inability to deliver that angreji ascent and match his taste of music)...his comforting skills kept me engaged in d conversation nd convinced me enough to ditch my regular bummy chummy friends waiting in college to celebrate my b'day bash..3 hours with my ice tea got over with a proposal for long drive on CBZ...i was quite comfortable sitting behind him, started being chirpy, d usual me...clouds were chasing us..farms were following us...life could never be such perfect...we stopped at a hill, trekked over a lill... He looked straight into my eyes for a time period long enough to cause me goose bumps...nd asked me the colour of his eyes...by then I was anyways colour blind...
And d only thing that could broke my vision was that sound..."swati! i think I am falling in love with you"...........Yes! You read it right. My first crush..who was ruling Hrithik in my dreams since past 6 month "pppprrroposed" to me. How can I even be expected to stay in my senses? Ever heard of saansein tham gayi, pairo tale zameen nd stuff....And the kahani main twist was I quietly came back by telling him "i guess its just infatuation". Why? You mean...why the hell I did that?
Well I have no answer. Absolutely zilch. He went for another 6 months defence training and stuff. 2 sleepless nights gave me enough insight to rationalize my feelings..and the agenda for next 6 months was set..."Make myself deserving for him" that obviously meant... English ascent (its tough being an Indori), good music sense (I hope Nadeem shravan and Anu malik developed my aptitude enough), brand conscious (pocket money ki waatt)..all these so that thr is no embarrassment next time we meet. I started working on it as per plan..counting days and writing diary addressing him.... living each moment in conversation with him...
And thn came 6th march 2001, the much awaited date, not only for me but for all my close frnds who were excited to know the climax of this filmy story...everything was plan ke mutabik...My first Levis jeans (worth Rs 1600 don't even know how I cajoled my mom to purchase that), Pepe T's...3 inches high heels...all set with the number of gifts I purchased for him every month out of my pocket money...and a bunch of pink carnations...the day was running smooth after my initial heartbeat in my head reaction looking at him...and I came back to witness batteries of questions form all around...Swati, how was it?...uske honsh ude ke nahi?...wasn't he impressed?....And my answer was..
He already has a girlfrnd...obviosly, was I expecting that no gal will answer him the colour of his eyes in 6 months? ...but anyways did this ever stopped my frenzy for him.. na never...we used to keep chatting, atleast in my favrt “namaste uncleji gatherings”, even after his break-up (with a grinning smile).
Tonight, after 9 years, he is getting married. 9 yrs, time enough to mould me into the person I am (emotional & rational at d same time), time enough not to easily get impressed by dudes I keep coming across, time enough to do MBA (ha ha ha everythng started frm here), time enough to see him falling for me. Am in d train writing this, supposed to be in Indore as a special invitee but smhw i escaped.
I always knew this gonna happen..i thought m prepared for it…am I sad? Not exactly. Guess the feeling is just similar to the one I had when last time I purchased my Levis and on my way back home was confused if I made a mistake by not picking the one I left. Or may be little more intense. Anyways as I said modesty leaves you with less options, do I have any other option but to wish T****** A happy married life!
Cheers!