January 22, 2013

A lady and the book "I too had a love story" - Part2

22nd Jan 2013,
07:30 IST

Another beautiful morning.


The 7:22 IST part ..
I boarded the bus at 7:22 IST (my usual timings in the morning) , today I was lucky enough to find a window seat for myself and I could place my bad on the one besides mine. So, It was me, my newspaper and the window. 
                        Eight minutes later the bus stopped at Kharkana, (place where the lady boards the bus from). She got into the bus and the two of us greeted each other with a smile. She sat beside me and without me asking her she took the book from her bag and gave it to me saying
"Here you go, enjoy reading..."
I gave a bigger smile this time and started reading the book... I read about 50 pages before my destination arrived (my office) and gave her back the book.

I had a good day today with minimal work at office.

The 18:15 IST part ..
I boarded the 18:15 IST bus and, again, rather luckily I found her in the bus. We greeted each other with a warm smile and then she gave me the book before I asked for it.
I started to read ...

Now, from whats on the inside...
                       This love story is about a guy who meets a girl on the matrimony site Shaadi,com. They happen to exchange their phone numbers and start conversing over the phone.
In just a few months time they exchange their pictures and soon realize that they are deeply in love, although they never saw each other in person. They talk, talk and just talk over the phone endlessly as and when they find time, rather as and when they miss each other.

The story continues to be like any other love story until the part of their Meeting (in person). Its interesting as to how they meet for just a few hours before his flight to the US at the girls place, with his in laws.
And after all these good phases of his life comes the Tragedy, this time its not the guy or the girl who betrays the other, but its Fate...

( I fear the author might kill me if I told everything out in a blog this way, so read it for yourself and enjoy... (if you like to read and listen to love stories)... )

                          So, I was engrossed into reading the book and I was almost done. I was left with 10 pages more to do with it but her stop was nearing. I gave back her book and then she said, 
" I think you should finish it, so keep it with you, and you can return it tomorrow"
Another big curve on my face and I thanked her again.
We then talked about music and Carnatic singing. I told her how I loved Tamil songs ... etc in the 10 minutes time.
I wished her a good night and thanked her again.
The moment she got alighted the bus, I started to read the book again crazily. 
10 minutes for me to alight and 10 pages to complete.

I read 5 pages carefully (tears everywhere because it ended tragic, in the story not my eyes...!) while in the bus and then rushed home to read the remaining.

I am done with reading the book. I liked it.
It feels good when you complete reading a book moreover I liked the story.

So now, the best parts,
One ~ I made a new friend, I now know her well. Its good to make new friends.
Two ~ I read a good book.
Three ~ I could related almost every part of the story to Cinderellas present situation. Feels warm and the hope never dies ...

Life is too short, you never know when what could happen to you so make the best use of it.

...... The End ......

PS : "I've Learned that waiting is the most difficult bit, and I want to get used to the feeling, knowing that you're with me, even when you're not by my side"  -- 11 minutes Paulo Coelho, Looking forward to read this.

A lady and the book "I too had a love story" - Part1

21st Jan 2013,
18:15 IST

I boarded the 18:15 IST bus and I was all set to take my usual 30 minute nap.But before that, something very interesting happened to me ...

During my commute, I usually prefer the window seat and I put my bag on the seat besides mine, so I could just sit alone with no neighbor beside me.This is feasible, usually in the mornings. Its only sometimes that I have a neighbor beside me and that very person would mostly be one among the many friends I know in the bus.
                          A few months ago, almost every person in the bus enjoyed the window seat with no neighbor besides them, in the mornings(Not quite possible in the evenings as the bus would be fully occupied), which I think, is good, because at least then, one would have some time to be with oneself , in solitude! But, from the start of this year, One could hardly sit alone and I also missed my window seat by a 5 minute delay almost everyday during the evenings.

So, yesterday, I boarded my 18:15 IST bus, on the way home, and I happened to sit beside a lady whom I knew for almost 2 years now. And , by saying "I knew her" , it means I knew her only by her face and place where she boards the bus from.
                          I was looking for a place to sit and she was conversing over her phone while she, kind lady, took off her bag that she had placed on the seat besides her, so I could sit. I was now adjusting my seat and making myself comfortable, and that's when, my eyes popped onto the book that was on her lap.

I, a maniac, forgot the basic ways to strike a conversation at that moment, for I was deeply engrossed in knowing the book from the outside first.

An ideal conversation (so you don't scare the person or the other way round, if you know what I mean ..!) with someone you did not know, but wanted to, would be, some what,
this way ...
(her reply)
"I am Cinderella, may I know your name?" 
(her reply)
"Would you mind if I borrow your book for a while?"
(her reply)

But Alas!
                          I looked curiously at the book to know which one it was, turning my head just the way a Sunflower gets attracted to the Sunlight. I then unhesitatingly asked her 
"Can I take a look at the book?" 
forgetting the basics I just mentioned above ... (does that matter??!!)
She very kindly said, 
and gave me the book.

"I too had a love story" - by Ravinder Singh, yeah that was name of the book!
I read the gist of the book at its back, It seemed like an interesting love story. IMO every love story irrespective of its similarities seems interesting.
Without any second thought, leave alone second, I just did not think and I started to read the book.
I was determined to complete reading the 200 page book no matter what.

Its a love story, which initially seemed like I already read before, but this one is something very closely related to Cinderella and Mr Director(alas! Mr D doesn't know how Cinderella feels...now don't ask me who they are..!!)

I read until my eyes watered and my head started to pain and my stomach started to churn from within (feeling  nauseated). I was done with a 100 pages by now, I took a small break by closing my eyes and keeping the book close to my heart. I then closed it and gave back the book to the lady and smiled. She smiled in return and said nothing. I took another 10 minute nap ...

I then woke up from the heavenly feeling on reading a good book and I apologized to her for my weird behavior saying ...

"I apologize for not having let you read your book"
She said,
"that's okay"
I then smiled. And then she asked me,
"So how did you like it?"
And I said,
"So far, like any other love story, yet interesting..."
And she smiled again.
After a few minutes of silence I asked her what her name was and I told her my name, I thanked her then for having given me the book. (Another face-palm for having thanked her a bit late).
By now, I thought I would download an eBook so I could finish reading, as this thought came to my mind, the lady said 
"I shall carry this book along with me every day, so you can read when ever we meet" 
and after saying this she suggested me not to buy it.
I felt good. I smiled at her and thanked her for being so nice. I wished her a good night and on reaching home I relished the first 100 pages of the book  and then dozed off.

...... To be Continued .....

January 12, 2013

So, what is love? - Part 2

Summarizing the previous post, we start to think that we are falling in love by:

  1. Feeling close to some people (sometimes may lead to infatuation) 
  2. Helping each other out (the bond shall always be strong) 
  3. That inner feeling of having found the one (happens in movies when the writers don't know how to end the film -- 500 days of Summer. Or when we take a love potion or as KC would say when we are hypnotized.)

I searched through Tumblr for some thoughts and here are a few common answers people give us when we ask them how do you know it is love? We are of course talking about the ishq wala love :)

But don't we feel the same way about best friends too? So this is necessary but not sufficient. 

Of all these I liked this the most:

More like it :)

I still stick to the final conclusion. 
Love, like life itself, will yield new meaning each time we try to decipher it; which is why it is universally accepted as an integral part of life. 

Love and infatuation

I liked what Harsha Bhogle had to say about Tendulkar's 100th hundred.

Therein lies the inherent contradiction of life; you want the landmark, but if that is what you play for, you don't get it. If you can hypnotize yourself into thinking that the landmark doesn't exist, you get it quicker. If the 100th hadn't been on Tendulkar's mind - and we must take part of the blame for that - he might have got it earlier. The more he thought of it the more distant it grew and the more distant it grew, the more it began to suffocate him.

And that is the first question I had long back-
So for the past few days I was caught in two, three, four... minds about who it should be (and not why)? 

When you start looking for that one person you will start weighing too many things and start inviting conflicts that are difficult to resolve. It is like solving two related problems, where we frame the second question to fit the first answer.

  • to understand them and at the same time check if they fit what you want from the One. 
  • to know if they'll understand you and at the same time feel okay to talk about yourself. 
  • keep telling yourself that it is the One rather than listening to what your heart says. 
So we can't go on looking for that goal (girl) because we'll never find it. Just as we would expect to find a perfect match for ourselves we just ought to keep building ourselves in that way: doing the correct things, being good and understanding people better. And sooner or later we will find that landmark (one person) whom we would fall in love with. How do we say that it is the right person or the only person? Well there's no explanation for that, it must come from inside. 

And simply put :D

I started imagining that the person I liked, could be that one person. Started seeing them the way I wanted them to be and exalting their qualities. But there isn't a huge difference between my imagination and realty because it was spread out for a longer time. Maybe they could have been the person of my dreams, but I never had a chance to figure it out. It was like a target I was looking to achieve and more I tried, farther it got away. Or a door that would never open. Unlike Tendulkar, I don't have anyone putting pressure on me to reach that target so I don't need to play for that anymore. 

And as Bhogle says, ah forget it, doesn't matter now. 

Related Posts

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...