My first crush was on my neighbour ,who like myself studied in the same school and by grace of god in the same class(class one to be precise).God was still more kind and we were very good friends to start with.The trouble was that she had many more good friends ,but being a neighbour did confer some special advantages on me.Since she was the prettiest girl in the class,there was no dearth of admirers.But as fate would have it,she left the school in class three and it was not until class seven that i happened to meet her again in a birthday party.But i could not muster the courage to talk to her as i was overcome by an inferiority complex of the highest order ,after all she was studying in delhi in a reputed public school and i was studying in a public school(only in name)and that too in a remote place.My interaction with her was restricted to a cursory hello and a goodbye.So it was a case of so near and yet so far.To further compound my agony there was a very charming (i personally found him to be brash,arrogant,stupid etc. but that was an observation mixed with prejudice,a deadly cocktail at best of times)and smart 'scoundrel' of my age who kept her company through the length of the party.
After that i completed my schooling,went to engineering college.End of the story(one sided that is) i thought ,but there was a filmy twist.After my first year exam ,i was traveling by NorthEast express from gauhati to delhi and i happened to meet a guy who had just given his 12th boards and had come to visit his parents who were in Tezpur(dad was in army),we got talking and soon became good friends and then the talk veered around to the most natural topic...girls,,,i was impressed by his confidence and since my crush was also from army background i just asked him whether he knew anyone with that name ,his reply was in the negative but he told me that he would be staying with a uncle in delhi and would try to find out her whereabouts .I thought he was being nice and didn't think much of it...but after two months or so i was startled to receive an email from him detailing how he met not the girl but her dad and to compound my problems told him how i was trying to locate them/her ...anyway i was happy ,got her number ,exchanged mails with her.Came to know that she was still in delhi and into rock music.Being more of a ghazal person ,it was a trifle unsettling ,but decided that when i next go to delhi , i would give her a call.Then finally the day came,i was pretty nervous as it had been a long-long time since we had spoken...her maid picked up the phone and that gave me the time to calm myself.After a excruciatingly short wait ,she was on line and we got talking ,tried my hand at some poor jokes and she was gracious enough to laugh a little.From then onwards, on and off i used to call her ,got to know that she had a "very special" friend and that was the final straw ...then there was my sister's wedding and i got to meet her in person ,i was dressed in d worst possible clothes as i had not got a chance to change and she looked sparkling in a saree...i was again tongue tied ,though she was very eager to talk to her "very old"(and dejected!)friend...
Coming to the present times ,on top of all the problems being posed by global warming,population explosion,jehadi terrorism etc,i have got one more issue to grapple with ...her wedding !!!
Are You Still In Touch With your Roots?
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When I stepped into Motherhood, within very first month at my native place
as part of the tradition I was asked to worship a well and seek its
blessings....
8 years ago