A LOVE(LY) LIFE

LOVE the magic word that spells so much life even into the lifeless forms is something that has eluded me. Of course I have been at the receiving end of all love and affection from my parents and friends but love from someone in the opposite sex in the form that we see nowadays is probably not destined for me.
My love experiences specially for suresh who requested for it in the first place.
Let me start from skool. I was a very reserved sorta guy at skool and was the leader of the class for a couple of years. And my partner or rather counterpart was this girl about whom most of my frenz know. Am not telling her name anyway. It seems she had a crush on me. I din’t know I was capable of all that. But crush is something that comes suddenly and vanishes likewise ( in her words ” crush is not love”). This happened in the 8 grade and I was not very keen at that. Though I should admit I had a crush on her too. She din’t tell me about this but the word got around and I heard it somehow. The most cruel thing that I did was to complain to my teacher bout this. U will be laughing at me for that. I do admit that it was really childish but dat was me way bak in skool.

Then we parted ways after 10th grade and I joined DAV. My misfortune din’t stop there. I had a crush on this girl who was the school pupil leader. Again am not naming her for obvious reasons. The whole skool knew about this and probably she too did. But wat do u expect to happen in skool. I kept seeing her and she used to return the glances occasionally. But nothing worthwhile happened about which I could feel happy or coud be termed as an improvement.

I joined college. I still can’t forgive myself for scoring high marks and getting into NIT. Probably my exposure to girls would have been better at private clgs. Though the possibility that I would have made the maximum out of it is still very bleak. 3 years passed uneventfully. And then I joined orkut( why did i?). i met the girl from my class in 10th again. I was very happy. Infact she was the one who made the initial contact. I somehow took that as a sign of induction into the privileged “kadala club”. Not to mention that I had started talking to girls a little. I used to msg her and chat for hours together. But something told me that it wasn’t gonna happen. But I still held on.the fact that she had a broken affair in her 11th grade din’t deter me. She used to call me over phone. She used to even remember my favorite color. I stil cherish that day. We had a chat for at least an hour. My first such prolonged talk. I was in heaven. But gradually it started dying down. I attribute all that to my own lack of prowess to hold on. Am a very bad speaker. My every other sentence is marked by “appuram enna matter”. Probably my first and only true “love”. I really fear using that word. Not in my dictionary. And then all of a suidden I proposed to her. Of course she din’t take it. She said “I’ve jus been through a broken relationship. Am not ready for another one yet”. God knows wat it means. But she rejected me. That was crystal clear. But I din’t give up. I used to repeatedly msg her. But she was probably sick of me by then. Anyway it gradually become less frequent. I almost stopped msging her.

Something that my friend did to me is worth mentioning here. Rajeshwaran my dum partner sent a obscene msg from my mob to her. She was really fed up and blasted at me straight. Til den I was atleast a name in her contacts. This incident ended it all.

now I languish away my time thinking of those days.

Probably am no match to her. but the momories shall remain

So wat do u think? Drop a comment. But as I always say no bad words!!!!!!!