Saturday, August 25, 2007

My first c****

There are many myths about the most divine word LOVE. Many happen to consider their crush, affection and even infatuation as their dignity of being in love. Not to be surprised as it happened with me too, and that incident gave me a precious lesson of life. The incident was when I had my first crush. I hope that would be my last one too, before I am forced to be bound by Indian custom of marriage. I had almost forgotten those munches and pieces of talks between us, even the friendly relation which we had before that developed into a disastrous crush, and destroyed the dynasty of faith. But, few days ago, an incident happened with one of my closest friends, which remind me of those old memories, which penetrated through the armor safeguarding the little space in my inner conscience still being ruled by her. Let me introduce you to the incident of my first meet with her. My colleagues know well, how shy was I to girls? After standard seventh, I did not study in co-ed schools. It developed me as a little reluctant towards people of fairer sex. After my secondary examinations, I came to the city for my further education, and very first day, my dad took me to her place. Actually, my dad and hers were good friends in their school days. My reluctance did not allow me to speak to her, and I could only imagine of a little soft speaking creature, who was talking with me recently. We became good friends, very good friends and can’t say when developed an attraction for her in me. I became fond of her every moment. Regular chats, talking in phone, and one day I gathered courage to write a foolish mail to her. She was shocked for the moment she read that mail, as I came to know much later. She did not say anything directly, rather denied directly, leading to too many misunderstandings between us and willy-nilly she stopped conversing with me. I was bit upset initially, not because she did not accept me, but because I lost a good friend. I learned a lesson, “Insecurity of losing love makes us mistakenly lose the friend in them, but insecurity of losing a friend mistakenly makes us love them.” From that day, I tried to dive deep down in the ocean of dynasty of the divine word and I could only realize that it can’t be defined by any comparison, it can’t be bound by any thing. My, that good friend had encountered the case otherwise. He got a proposal from girl’s side and he did not hesitate in denying. He even accepts that he was rude to her. I just pray that she does not burst out, as I was about to long ago. I would wind up saying, “Listen and silent are two words with same alphabet, and are very important in friendship, because a true friend can listen to you when you are silent.”

5 comments:

ashwini said...

sahi hai yaar,,
but sorry for the tragic end

arun said...

good work
keep improving....

Rahul said...

very good. "tu to chhupa rustam nikla yar" A good lesson for me also. tujhe to sab pata hai, is STORY ka hero to main hi hun. magar heroin kahin dikh nahi rahi hai. [;)]

Amit said...

cool man, i am surprised and sorry for u ..arre yaar you should have tried once more ........kyunki these girls are always like this .....they cannt digest the fact that someone is caring to such extent for her/them....what i want to suggest to you is dont lose hope ...and remember my friend that no defeat is final until you stop trying ......

sajjan said...

hmm! quite an insightful thought...
amul