The Untold Story - part 7

It’s been a strange feeling being in love. It’s like catching a butterfly which eludes you the moment you feel you’ve got her in your grasp. I have been lucky to be around a lot of One Sided Lovers. I used to wonder that these emotional maniacs (though my wonderful friends :P) script their dead end of the story themselves via stupid emotional mistakes. Knowing them and their stories was worth a great deal for me as I wanted to capitalize on their experiences. One should always learn to learn from the mistakes of others and also, you aren’t going to live long enough to commit all those mistakes yourself JJ .. And more so because life is majorly a result of all the wrongs than the rights you’ve done in the past.
So backed by strong experience, I had wanted to go slow, be less emotional about it and think of it as a mere extracurricular exercise. The standard love chart was prepared after consulting Mr Picasso, who believes he’s an expert at girls, and “Believing” is very important in my …

The Untold Story - part 6

Kung Fu Panda so beautifully put forward this thought – there’s no extra charge for double awesomeness.
Indeed. The awesomeness began as we had lot to cheer after few glasses of beer. The most sophisticated instrument on the planet to convert thoughts to speech is called “Kingfisher Strong”J. And therefore, Mr Picasso came into his own. He’s asks very troublesome questions indeed when he paints. Yet again, he shot a tough one at me.
“What is so special about her?”
“hmmm… o she’s.. she’s a lot like food to me. The real food gives you physical nutrition. Loving her gives me mental nutrition. The second one is very important for inner peace and inner happiness. Zarathustra quotes - What good is my happiness if it can’t justify my existence! What good is my virtue if it has not made me passionate! Similarly, what good is my love if I don’t feel inner happiness in loving her! You never lose in love, you always win. It is very important to be emotional in life in order to win. But the catch i…

The Untold Story - part 5

It was a Friday evening. A partial cloud cover over the sky and gentle breeze buzzing across the campus had made the surroundings pleasant. The timing was so awesome to plunge in to the depths of my creative attic and it was time to go get those dancing shoes on and get that guitar tuned that I had been neglecting all these days.
Mr Picasso picked up his canvases to his chest almost like he was hugging them. It was time for some fun. While I sing, he will paint or rather bleed his emotions on that white canvas that would soon lose its white, that would soon be all red. Yes, all red because I know he craves for her every single moment. So he will paint her and find her right in front of his eyes. He’s blessed I think. Yes, he is. Because he will then stare right into her eyes for as long as the night would approach.
While poets like me aren’t that blessed because I can only scribble words on a piece of paper that the breeze would take it away from me. A poet can only cry. He needs the wa…

The Untold Story - part 4

As the perceived perversity of the universe suggests that the probability of anything happening is in inverse ratio to its desirability. The second encounter had been on my mind for quite some time now. I had never desired a third encounter. Yes, never. Because I knew that it would weaken me by strengthening the love I feel for her. Her presence was too much for Mr Rancorous. It was almost the time to go. Three years had passed in a flourish, there were things to be done, his professional goals were waiting to be achieved and he had not planned for love. Contrary to his desires, it happened. Yes, he saw her again.
My facebook statuses had already alarmed Mr Picasso to talk to me about it. He was perturbed about the fact that he could see the signs – the signs of a guy falling in love. He knew that in this unenlightened world moving towards modernization and social networking, rapidly changing definitions of relationships, of morals and of ‘love’, it is easy for a youth to lose himself.…

The Untold Story - part 3

So I came out of the mob surrounding the confectionery store almost clad in her silhouette and still, captured in the aura of that smile. Although there are many kinds of smile, the one she wore was a ‘naughty smile’ as if she had just earned a free chocolate from her friends.  I was also smiling but I wore a “Love Smile”, the one that exudes the energy of pure love and bliss. It is not a romantic smile but the kind you have when you hold a very cute little baby in your hands.
But while I walked towards my friends, I changed it into an “Achiever’s Smile”. As they say – “When the smarter of the smartest boasts an achiever’s smile, there are very few who would believe that he didn’t make it.” Now, doing this, I incepted a fair idea in my friends’ minds that I have somehow managed to know her name, the orange bag girl’s name. The best face reader on the planet and especially, the best when the face he’s reading is mine, Mr Picasso, had figured out already that I didn’t make it.
“What’s her…

The Untold Story - part 2

I had forgotten about her by now and was back to a usual life. My good old darling class and the simply superb faculty were awaiting my attendance for a long time. I had been rather busy with all the multi tasking I had been doing for the past few weeks. The days that ensued had engulfed me so much that I literally forgot about the Orange Bag Girl, the girl who had brought the time to a standstill. Her thoughts eluded me before I saw her again.

Yes, again. This time the gift was wrapped in pink in sweet and suave attire. She was awaiting her turn in a mob queued outside the exclusive confectionery shop of NIT Jalandhar. My friends were quick enough to point out the Orange Bag Girl to me. And I have had a reputation for getting along well with almost the strangest of strangers and so it was rather customary for them to urge Mr Rancorous to show them how good he was. Infact, they challenged me to enquire her name (without offending her that was quite obvious even if not explicitly stated…

An Untold Story

The Orange Bag Girl

I read in an email once -“Sometimes I feel God wanted us to meet the wrong people before we meet the right one. May be because he thought that when we’ll finally meet the right ones, we would know how to be grateful to that gift.” 
So without much suspense, I concede to the fact that I also met my gift.
As I start the story, I would want to confess that most part of what I will be telling you would merely sound stupidity and some of the trifles would add the distinction of silliness but that does not mean that I won’t be telling you serious, emotional and at times, boring stuff but whatever I will tell would be straight from my heart. If you can’t devote your time for some emotional though boring stuff, then you don’t deserve the entertaining part of it also. For those who don’t read love stories, I have four words for them – “Do Not Read More”
Yes, I met my Gift. A gift wrapped in purple with a strikingly bright orange side bag hanging by her shoulder. It was a sultry…