Have
you ever experienced the so called distance relationship? If you have then you
would certainly know it’s painful but I bet my affair and the story is more
aching than this so called distance relationship.
In
second year of my graduation we’d changed our apartment and moved into a new
one. Our (five bachelors) flat was on floor seventh. The society the area and
everyone there was new for us. Among five the only person who I need to mention
here is Louis.
Those
days I was in a breakup mode.
Break
up mode?
Arey wo hi wala jisme kuch accha nahi lagta aur uski yaad satati hai.
Samaj
gaye na !!!
Cuz
of some misunderstanding the connection between her and my heart was showing “attempt
failed” error 404.
Then…
Fir Apni Basti Main Roopa aayiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….
On
the fifth day I was in my balcony and I saw a leg coming out from the balcony
of sixth floor. I curved myself to see whose leg is this? I failed in that
though.
The
clear picture was “someone was also standing in the balcony of sixth floor just
one down to ours and her one leg (arey !!! najuk sa per tha that’s why I’m
using this “her” over here) could be
visible from the seventh floor because of her standing position.
Seeing
that my first reaction was “WOW” the owner of this leg must be too beautiful.
Are
you smiling? You are na!!!
There
is no need to laugh we boys are like this only. Wo kehte hai na
Dookan
Dekh ke samaan ka andaja laga lete hai… Boys are like this.
I
know some girls would also read this and would wonder about “what was unique in
that leg?
Look!!!
This is India.
For us beauty is not just limited to color-completion and features. Some minor
things also matters a lot in our life.
I
still have the clear picture of that leg in my sights.
“A
soft fair and clean leg (it was like the god had used his all creativity in
manufacturing that leg) cooped in the chains of silver anklets and the upper
portion wrapped in maroon legging was visible coming out and going in every now
and then from the black railings of the balcony of sixth floor.
That
was one of most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen.
I
personally think that no matter how modern we become our real USP is our Desipana.
Watch
shakira Britney or gaga thousands times though just one smile of Rekha or
Madhuri is enough to make any man going crazy.
Soon
everyone my all flat mates came to know that I’m in love again. Actually that
was not love that was just affection though I don’t know what made them feel
like I’m in love or whatever.
After
two or three days one day I saw her completely I mean toe to head in the lift.
She was very beautiful.
You
know I’m still speechless and can’t describe her in any word.
But
Aap samaj gaye na… chalo… where was I?
Yeah
In lift. I was gaping at her continuously and I think that was the only reason
she too had gazed at me.
Are
you murmuring “love in the air”.
No,
love was not in the air. It was in the lift. Even I prayed and offered 11 Rs. to
the lord Ganesha to stop lift in between.
I Remember very well I said...
“Hey bhagwan please light band karwa do, lift kharab kar do,,kuch bhi karo,,main ladoo chadhahunga….”
But
that day lord Ganesha was in a sleeping mode and didn’t pay any attention
towards my offerings and the sixth floor came.
That
evening same incident took place again in balcony and this time I sold myself
to her.
Next
evening I was in the market and Louis did something extra-ordinary.
He
wrote my no. on a paper chit and in the evening when she was standing in her
balcony as her daily routine he threw that chat towards her.
And
coincidently that chit directly crashed into her hands.
Around
eleven in night I received a call from an unknown no.
I
picked up the call my all friends gathered around me to listen her.
Hello!!!
I said in a confident voice.
Helo!!!
(A bizarre and typical Indian pronunciation came from the other side.)
After
this for next ten minutes my hello and her helo went on.
Next
day again the same thing happened with me my love story was glued on this hello
phase and I was thinking
Ye
bol nahi sakti shayad, disable lagti hai… On the same time I was cursing Louis
for putting me in this worst situation.
I’d
been talking to my so called dream girl for two days and wouldn’t talk anything
further than this Hello.
Finally
on third day I decided to ask about her to the watch man.
Do
you anything about the people who live on the sixth floor? (I asked him worryingly)
Yeah
they are from west bengal and have business here in Ahmedabad. (He replied in
no time.)
And
who is that girl who lives with them. (Actually I had no balls to ask this
question though gathering all my courage I asked him
after
all Pyar ka mamla tha…)
She
is their sister-in-law came from orrisa to spend her winter vacations. (He
replied)
Finally
I got to know something about her and that night giving my five or six hours
and in her tooti footi hindi English I got to know these things.
Call
Started at ten in night.
“I”
Your name….
‘She”
HO…
“I”
Aapka naam…
“She”
HO…
Arey
what’s Your good name…
“She”
HO…
Finally
using my all brain cells in two hours I got to know her name “Anamika”
OK…
then…
Do
you still think after this I got to know anything further about her?
Jab
naam poochne main do ghante lage to ….
Soon
my unique love story had spread in college like a wild fire. Everyone including
my faculty members was laughing on me and I was like….
“HO”
I
remember we used to talk in the most bizarre style. On the phone I used to
speak for hours and in reply only “HO” used to come.
Actually
she was born in Bangal and just after her birth they moved to orrisa. She never
went to any English school so English was not at all her cup of tea. She knew
only two languages orriya and Bengali. And I only hindi and englsih.
But
the most important lesson what I learnt from this affair is that love really
needs no words. Love has no boundaries. It’s the most pious feeling and everyone
has to love the way his partner is.
After
eight months I was in Udaipur
for my industrial training. One day to excess some important numbers I inserted
my previous Gujarat sim. The moment I switched
on my cell the very moment I received a call. I was wondering how it is
possible that you would insert any sim after eight months and you receive any
call just after two minutes.
Hearing
my hello a shaken voice came. I could feel her heavy throat. She was talking
fluent Hindi and that day I got to know that how much she loves me. Just for me
she’d joined Hindi classes and learnt Hindi in just eight months. When she had
no other way to express herself I used to talk too much to her and that day
when she talking to me with the flood of emotions I was speechless.
Today
I don’t know where she is. Is she OK or not? Every night before going to sleep
I wish her a happy life.
IS Dharti Se Us Amber Tak Do hi Cheez Gazab Ki Hai”Ak To Tera Bholapan Hai !!! Ak Mera Diwanapan”
I don't have words to describe how lovely it was! Beautifully written, I wish you get back in contact if you miss her so much :) Tragic but lovely! Thanks for sharing this cute part of your life with us.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines were awesome :) take care
hahaha.. was watching Chak de! India. and for no reason I googled 'suimui kerketta', your blog came up and I almost died laughing. :D
ReplyDeletestory me ek bada sa jhol hain mere bhai
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