Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Anything Yet?????

"...and Rehan's parents were so sweet...not like my Mom,sneaking after me all the time hoping to catch me red handed...she confiscated my cell phone!!! Can you imagine!!!!......ma'am? Are you listening to me,ma'am??", repeated Dimpy, trying to break into Brinda's reverie.

Brinda was lost in memories as old as 10 years, no, more,14 years.She was still a school girl with adolescent dreams in her eyes.
Brinda used to sneak a peek at that boy in her class,whenever possible.They were friends.They shared the same school bus,same section of class,in fact they had consecutive roll numbers as a result of late session transfers to this city and school.Both been out of Calcutta for a long time.Not used to class politics amongst students(like which group the new student should belong to,beside whom she/he should be seated,who should help her cope with the 'class culture' and so on).They even resided in the same block of a Calcutta township! So, it was to no one's surprise that they became best of friends within a few days.

Things,however, took an unexpected twist as Brinda realized that, for the first time in her life of 15 years, she was experiencing a new kind of emotional stirring within herself. "Yes,I'm in Love!", thought Brinda with an elation she had never felt before!
Oh,how I wish I was there to correct her, "Dear girl, this is a mere crush that you are experiencing.It happens to everybody.Nothing wrong in enjoying it.But that's all.There's no more to it".But alas, I didn't exist then, and it is as well that she gathered her own first hand experience and grew up, to be the fine lady she is today.

What happens to a some body's first crush?
(a) She/He jumps into their 2Nd,3rd,4Th crushes and forgets the 1st one as a sweet memory tucked away in some recess of their heart(mind has got nothing to do with a crush!)
(b) Crush culminates into a two-way traffic and..........
(c) Crush becomes unrequited love that one cherishes even after substantial amount of time passes
(d) Crush turns into love and they live happily ever after

Now don't ask me the rate of probability of any of these inferences! They are based, purely on my personal observations,and no professional survey has any contribution.

To continue,Brinda's case was typically of (C) category.Poor Brinda, she never once realized that this boy was entirely ill-suited for her. Instead she had all sorts of terrible nightmares - which included He getting married to that other & prettier girl(according to Brinda) in class.Then what happened??? Well, school finished, and that was that.Whew!!!!!

"....I was telling you about Rehan.Ma'am, you are not listening to me. Or maybe you don't think this deserves your serious attention", sulked Dimpy.
"Oh no! Never in my life! Please tell me more about him",coaxed Brinda, and listened awe-struck to this new, budding , inter-religion love story. How times have changed, wondered Brinda, (and 14 years is not really that long a time!! Or, is it??) listening with rapt attention to her class 10Th student as she narrated how her Muslim boyfriend(who is in class 12Th) had taken her home to meet his parents. Of how Rehan's parents were understanding, unlike her parents who looked down upon their "relationship"!!

All Brinda could do was ask Dimpy to be honest about her studies, and not to break her parents' and teachers' hearts by doing anything fool-hardy.

Brinda was interrupted when Dimpy suddenly asked,"Ma'am,wassup in your life?Anything yet?Did you meet anyone special?"
"No", the involuntary answer escaped Brinda's lips before she could stop herself.
Dimpy persisted,"Aunty must be on the lookout for you?"
"Yes",was all Brinda could manage.She need not have worried, as Dimpy, after asking these perfunctory questions of her teacher's well-being(who had seen her grow from a toddler to a young girl), launched into another voluble description of her love-life!!!

2 comments:

  1. what was this? cd u care to explain pls?

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  2. Its for me to write,and you to discern,if you wish to!!

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