Felt as if it was a dream, I walked past her, she passed me and clouds from the blue heaven dropped heavy rain. It was out of nowhere, I looked back to find her standing under her blue umbrella. Looking at the sky she was, drooling her eyes from left to right like a kid watching a merry go round in circus. Out of the hundred days passed, it was today that heaven had to rain. My ever fanatical mind, never held a stop to its wicked thinking. Funny how we guys think sometimes, we come across someone, or even just cross someone ( Of course, someone implies a girl :-P), stop for some unknown reason, and you look at the girl thinking, 'She's the one.'
This was how we met, and each day since then that we have spent together, laughing, talking, crying and fighting together in almost all type of situations, life has confirmed me, 'She's the one forever'.
Now before I take you through this journey, where each moment described will be like a fantasy, I want to clear it out its pure fiction, its only my wicked mind and Babbage's machine who are scripting this through. So, few highs and lows should be expected...
Vikram is my name, though at college I have had many, but I was born as Vikram. I grew up in India in a regular middle class family at Bangalore. As my parents had shifted from North India, they had a pretty compromising time in educating me and keeping up with the city standards, but they gave me everything I asked for. I grew up in the city, seeing people getting hungry for success. Probably my whole generation went on to develop the knack for it. Who would not have, we all were in a race which started at 23-24 after college and ended at 60 when one would retire. The Period in between was a tricky one, as the main highlights of one's life would take place in that.
I was a quiet one at school, probably the only reason of going school was to meet my friends who would talk of almost everything, and I would remain entangled in a different zone, but still it was a good time. I remember there was a time when it was so hard for me to pick whether I wanted to go for Maths (i.e. Engg) or Bio (i.e. Medical) around 9th, as then I was almost good for nothing. Couple of years with my home tutor did me good, and I went along peacefully to the Engineering, a term thinking of whom I imagined the cool looking bhaiyas of our colony wearing a new shirt almost every week and roaming around with girls. All they had to do, was to sit infront of a system where they did some kind of stuff called programming. I hardly cared, all I knew, that sometime in future, I have to sit infront of that system, earns buck and enjoy. All these went around timely and I settled down as per the allotted time. I guess Engineering was good, good because it made me very much to the point person, I became a social person, did silly pranks , scored and flunked, the final year campus placements, the almost successful love stories and crushes, all that together sewed in to complete me as an Engineer, which ofcourse about a million others did in my country every year. So I was one from the crowd. That was me on a short and boring note.
Anjali is she, a smile comes everytime on my face I called her name. Bubbly like a child, stubborn like an adult, intelligence at its own peak and tears drop out as quickly as flows water in a river.
I do not know how many correct decisions I would have taken in my entire life, but the best thing happened when I had to take none, coz it seemed someone up in the heaven had granted this for me.
I grew up watching a lot of movies, of all the genres available, the ones where hero had to struggle and make his life hard to get the girl and finally get it, so basically romance. SRK came as a natural favorite, and when life had me asking for K,,K,,Kiran. I met her !!
Bangalore has always been known for the amazing climate it presents, coming to the city and settling down here is not at all a big deal, what becomes as a challenge is the adjustment in your pace. The City is pretty fast paced, and if you do not find yourself , you might end up losing yourself. Thankful I was that I could do something manageable here and so was she.
A pretty normal day it was, when in the red hue sky I stepped out of office after a tiring day. After getting down at my bus stop, I stopped at a tea shop and took a seat on the greasy plastic chair in the small yard of the shop. As it was a friday, I was pretty relaxed and not so observant about the grease on the chair. Sipping in the tea slowly, I took a look around to find someone across the street. She had a face which seemed to shine even in the smoky evening, there was something about her. On a normal day, I would have seen this moment come and go, but this was different, I took out whatever change I had in my wallet, handed it over to the tea seller and walked. I walked towards her, crossing the busy road unknowingly, my heart was beating at a rate I had never felt before, though I had crushes in college, but this was the moment. May be this was it, the queen of my dreams in front of me. All the SRK pickup lines were coming to my mind like headlines in a news channel. The moment had gelled my heart and soul completely into it and I was running with only one thought in mind, I have to talk to her.
Sadly, that day turned out to be a hard fought one for me, as an alto bumped into me. All the dreams blurred, and the next moment that I was conscious, was in the hospital with everyone looking on me. My mom was holding my forearm and her eyes were all red. The Story of the evening was that due to my negligence, I bumped into the Alto which fractured my right forearm and I had scratches all over my left side of the body. While everyone around me, was deeply sad and indulged in me, my mind had only one question, would I be able to see her next ?
PS : Of course I did, but how and when, and what happened next are the ones you would know soon.
This was how we met, and each day since then that we have spent together, laughing, talking, crying and fighting together in almost all type of situations, life has confirmed me, 'She's the one forever'.
Now before I take you through this journey, where each moment described will be like a fantasy, I want to clear it out its pure fiction, its only my wicked mind and Babbage's machine who are scripting this through. So, few highs and lows should be expected...
Vikram is my name, though at college I have had many, but I was born as Vikram. I grew up in India in a regular middle class family at Bangalore. As my parents had shifted from North India, they had a pretty compromising time in educating me and keeping up with the city standards, but they gave me everything I asked for. I grew up in the city, seeing people getting hungry for success. Probably my whole generation went on to develop the knack for it. Who would not have, we all were in a race which started at 23-24 after college and ended at 60 when one would retire. The Period in between was a tricky one, as the main highlights of one's life would take place in that.
I was a quiet one at school, probably the only reason of going school was to meet my friends who would talk of almost everything, and I would remain entangled in a different zone, but still it was a good time. I remember there was a time when it was so hard for me to pick whether I wanted to go for Maths (i.e. Engg) or Bio (i.e. Medical) around 9th, as then I was almost good for nothing. Couple of years with my home tutor did me good, and I went along peacefully to the Engineering, a term thinking of whom I imagined the cool looking bhaiyas of our colony wearing a new shirt almost every week and roaming around with girls. All they had to do, was to sit infront of a system where they did some kind of stuff called programming. I hardly cared, all I knew, that sometime in future, I have to sit infront of that system, earns buck and enjoy. All these went around timely and I settled down as per the allotted time. I guess Engineering was good, good because it made me very much to the point person, I became a social person, did silly pranks , scored and flunked, the final year campus placements, the almost successful love stories and crushes, all that together sewed in to complete me as an Engineer, which ofcourse about a million others did in my country every year. So I was one from the crowd. That was me on a short and boring note.
Anjali is she, a smile comes everytime on my face I called her name. Bubbly like a child, stubborn like an adult, intelligence at its own peak and tears drop out as quickly as flows water in a river.
I do not know how many correct decisions I would have taken in my entire life, but the best thing happened when I had to take none, coz it seemed someone up in the heaven had granted this for me.
I grew up watching a lot of movies, of all the genres available, the ones where hero had to struggle and make his life hard to get the girl and finally get it, so basically romance. SRK came as a natural favorite, and when life had me asking for K,,K,,Kiran. I met her !!
Bangalore has always been known for the amazing climate it presents, coming to the city and settling down here is not at all a big deal, what becomes as a challenge is the adjustment in your pace. The City is pretty fast paced, and if you do not find yourself , you might end up losing yourself. Thankful I was that I could do something manageable here and so was she.
A pretty normal day it was, when in the red hue sky I stepped out of office after a tiring day. After getting down at my bus stop, I stopped at a tea shop and took a seat on the greasy plastic chair in the small yard of the shop. As it was a friday, I was pretty relaxed and not so observant about the grease on the chair. Sipping in the tea slowly, I took a look around to find someone across the street. She had a face which seemed to shine even in the smoky evening, there was something about her. On a normal day, I would have seen this moment come and go, but this was different, I took out whatever change I had in my wallet, handed it over to the tea seller and walked. I walked towards her, crossing the busy road unknowingly, my heart was beating at a rate I had never felt before, though I had crushes in college, but this was the moment. May be this was it, the queen of my dreams in front of me. All the SRK pickup lines were coming to my mind like headlines in a news channel. The moment had gelled my heart and soul completely into it and I was running with only one thought in mind, I have to talk to her.
Sadly, that day turned out to be a hard fought one for me, as an alto bumped into me. All the dreams blurred, and the next moment that I was conscious, was in the hospital with everyone looking on me. My mom was holding my forearm and her eyes were all red. The Story of the evening was that due to my negligence, I bumped into the Alto which fractured my right forearm and I had scratches all over my left side of the body. While everyone around me, was deeply sad and indulged in me, my mind had only one question, would I be able to see her next ?
PS : Of course I did, but how and when, and what happened next are the ones you would know soon.
