I Still Remember the Day......

I had just joined college then, still playing Aunt Alice and still wondering where my Prince Charming was hiding. Thatz when it happened, just like in the movies, I saw someone dressed in black shirt and black pant (nope I did not think it was a bad omen). My heart was beating wildly now (was I having a heart-attack?).Suddenly I saw this person disappear around the corner, and I ran like I never did before….thatz when all those years of no exercise and too much of sleeping caught up on me and I stopped, gasping for breath.

I did not find him that day and I kept dreaming about him. ‘So this is how it feels to be in love’ I thought. My hand was all sweaty, and my heart was beating wildly and to top it all my breath was coming in short gasps. A case of heart-attack, asthma, and sweatia (if there is a disease like that) all together. I never enjoyed being sick as much as I did now.

Finally, I was in, I was riding high on the love wagon. Yipee!

I started writing poetry from the day I met him.The poem quoted below is one of em....I know Wordsworth wont be very happy with this but come on! I was in love for the first time...what do u expect?

Love Diary

I knew not his face
I knew not how he looked
But I knew I loved him from this day
And along with him my heart he took

Transition

I don’t how it happened…I don’t know when it happened and above all I don’t know why it happened. I guess it’s just that one is never satisfied with what they have and I was not happy with single hood…I mean come on! being Aunt Alice most of the time really sucks! and something inside me was aching to join the love bandwagon.

That’s when it happened, all the dreaming and imagining….and well Mere Kwaboon mai jo aaye became my favorite song. I gave a headache to all at home practicing my vocal talent, it was my attempt to try to fit into the romantic bill. My prince charming was tall, dark (not too much) and of course handsome (nothing less than Tom Cruise).

By the time I reached the 10th grade I had charted out my whole life plan. I would fall head over heels in love with Prince Charming…would have a house by the beach (no..not the Marina Beach in Chennai…probably the Hawaiian beaches)..then we would have two kids…one boy one girl…ya.. I had also decided on the order of the kids, first would be a boy then it would be a girl. Then we would live happily ever after.

Now came my task of hunting my Prince Charming, no easy task I would say…every good looking guy was a prospect. But there was a slight problem…namely me. I looked no less than an inflated balloon…and due to a hormonal overdrive I had pimples dressed all over my face. Hmmm …..would Prince Charming find me a Princess as well? I knew the answer.

What followed were years of serious inferiority complex. I could face no guy and never had the guts to even look up at any guys face. Ugly! your ugly! Is what kept ringing in my head, ignoring it had become quite a difficult task as there was always the mirror to reinforce my beliefs. So I resigned to my Aunt Alice post with disgust but the ache always remained.

Getting started

‘I understand…I understand’ I was in the middle of an ‘Aunt Alice’ session for my best friend. She was having fights with her boyfriend who happened to have a problem with practically everything she does. From the clothes she wears to the guys she talks to. ‘But he loves me a lot you know’ she was saying between her sobs. ‘Ya puhleez’ I thought in my mind what kind of love was that when you don’t let your partner be what they are. According to her he is just possessive because he loves her lots (she kept stressing on that word quite a bit) I always nodded in agreement, I did not want to add on to her woes. She kept crying and crying till her handkerchief was soaked.

‘I will never speak to him…never! Let him go to hell!’. Just then the phone rang. It was her boyfriend on the other end. I was getting ready for another sob session. Since I was around in the room she was whispering over the phone, after a few minutes of quiet whispers she looked at me with a glint in her eyes. ‘He said he was sorry..said he would never hurt me again. After all he loves me’ and she smiled, all the ‘I will never speak to him…Go to hell….all forgotten. I nodded for the umpteenth time, this was not the first time that this has happened they always fought, always made up … then fought again. Love stinks! I thought and I thanked God a million times I was not into this.

Boy! was I proved wrong!