Put your hand on a hot oven for a second; it would seem like an hour.
Hold the hands of a pretty lady for hours; it would seem only like a minutes!
-Albert Einstein (when asked to explain theory of relativity in simple terms)
Everyone in their lives would have had crushes, and I too had my share of crushes. But, it didn't take much time for each of them to turn into crashes. None of my crushes took off, or probably they crashed even before they took off!! Today, when I look back, I cannot manage but to have a laugh.
When I was 10 years old, whenever I saw any movie I coveted to have one girlfriend like the one in the movies. I dreamt to have one who should be beautiful like Kalpana or Nutan, At that time I thought love means circling the trees, singing a song, sleeping on partners lap, and gaze into one another’s eyes, sharing candy and taking care of each other.
My first crush was Miss A. I was in my 9th then. We happened to speak only once. There was a drawing contest conducted in Kinnigoli church. I forgot the proper occasion of that drawing contest. Nun who conducted that contest told us to draw some religious stuff. Luckily I got the seat near Miss A. She was little confused, I thought she has no idea what to draw. Hiding from the nun who was inspecting the hall - I passed my drawing to Miss A. She refused to have it and very next moment called the nun. Nun shouted at me and sent me to the last row. A few days later, she started going around with one of my schoolmate. (Off course he was senior to me) they used to go to Mangalore bunking the classes. On one such romantic travel of theirs, my schoolmate was caught by his father. Father asked the son to choose Miss A or pocket money. Son chose pocket money!!!! The news gave me sadistic pleasure.
I was in co-educational school for my P.U.C. I was a Science student. There were lots of beautiful girls in my class. I got very friendly with Miss S. She was my batch mate in Chemistry, Physics and Biology lab. While she was doing biology project, I concentrated on her biology! Whenever she was doing physics projects I watched her physiology, And while she was doing her Chemistry project I prayed for some chemistry to happen between us. One day Miss S came and sat next to me …close….really very close….she passed one small folded letter to me. My heart beats shot up. She said – “I want to tell you something, but can’t tell you now. Please read the letter and answer me tomorrow and remember please keep it secret”. I knew this was it…yes…I was in 7th cloud. I didn’t wait till next day ...I ran to the lavatory and opened my first love letter…there in toilet.
She wrote “Dear Sam, you know Mister N (one of my classmates) proposed me. And I too like him. You are his best friend …you know him very well. Please tell me can I give my approval to him? I am asking you because you are like my brother…..WHAT THE HECK? As if the first news wasn’t bad enough, the second sounded suicidal. I returned to her with an artificial smile and said….”Congrats…You chose the right one….s…sis…sister..!!!”
The next crush didn’t take much time to happen. I was doing my technical course in Mangalore. It was Miss P who was my bus mate. She was beautiful. I was taking a long bus route (Via Lingappayyana Kadu), just to see her. I literally had my jaws hanging - seeing her. It took me approximately one month to talk to her. One fine day she got seat near me. I tried to talk with her but sadly I was out of words. Finally I managed to ask her “Are you going to school? “ She looked at me like I am an idiot. “No, wearing this school uniform I am daily going to Mangalore fish market” she answered.
We became good friends, but I never fancied my chances, given the experiences with Miss S. Just as the boards got over, and as I was mustering enough courage to tell her, the bus route got cancelled. Damn, Konkan railway!!! I didn’t see her after that. Via Lingappayyana Kadu route to Mangalore got cancelled due to Konkan Railway Project. That beautiful bus stand, where Miss P used to board the bus, was replaced by Railway Station!
Next in Bombay. (Mumbai).
Before telling my Bombay experience I have to tell one thing about my mom. Like every mother in the world my mom takes special care of me. She told me if I want to choose any life partner myself, I have to choose one from my own caste. She was completely against inter-caste marriage. Once my friend Santhosh, sent me a postal mail from Mumbai. My mom got that letter and she was curious to open that letter because there was no FROM address mentioned on the letter. My friend wrote that letter in Konkani script, introducing himself as Asha (the Girl) and continued that letter with romantic quotes. At the end he wrote in English that he is going to abroad coming month. The news was small and there was nothing to fill the letter with anything, he planned to write it as a love letter just to confuse me. To hell with his idea, my mom read every little word in that letter except for the ones written in English. She hid that letter from me suspecting an affair. I was unaware of that letter for months. I got surprised to find a sudden change in my mom’s attitude. Thanks to my sister who helped me to clear my mom’s misunderstandings!
By this time, I was in my job and I decided to use the term "interest" instead of crush. So, my interest grew in Miss G in office. I hardly found any unengaged Christian girls around in Mumbai. Miss G was working as secretary to my boss. Her mother was Mangalorean and father from Goa. She was the hottie in my office. She was much smarter than I was. I called her out alone on my birthday. Actually it was not my birthday, I wanted to talk with her alone but she turned up with a whole bunch of friends. The girls kept ordering special menus and giggling and I looked for a place where I could go and bang my head. I steered clear of her for the rest of my working days in that office.
My next interest grew on Miss Z. She wasn't the most beautiful and gorgeous but for me, she was everything. She had the looks of Nutan, She spent her whole heart and soul for her family like my mother. She met all the criteria for my life partner. I proposed to her by phone (I was abroad) ;she accepts my proposal. We used to talk with each other every day. My friends always told me that I lost all my interest in work and always dreaming about her. One bad day she called me and told me that she is not going to marry me. May be she had her own reasons behind that decision. My friends thought that I would take to alcohol or something to ruin my life. But to their surprise, I was not depressed. I simply told them “I lost one who never loved me and she lost the one who really loved her and cared for her. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!”
Only one thought came to my mind…the good ones are always taken…!!!
Thankfully.....I have grown out of all these......no more CRUSHES.....so, no chances of CRASHES....because there is a reason for that. I am married now. For your surprise mine was not a love marriage…it was an arranged-love-marriage. Elders say “When we're born, the soul we're given is split apart and half of it is given to someone else. Throughout our lives, we search for the person with the other half of our soul.” I lost lot of years to search my soul-mate who share my soul. I am blessed that I finally met my soul mate. I am truly blessed because that day, my heart recognized her as a part of its own. She was beautiful than all my previous crushes. She is everything for me. And She is my whole and soul.
Hold the hands of a pretty lady for hours; it would seem only like a minutes!
-Albert Einstein (when asked to explain theory of relativity in simple terms)
Everyone in their lives would have had crushes, and I too had my share of crushes. But, it didn't take much time for each of them to turn into crashes. None of my crushes took off, or probably they crashed even before they took off!! Today, when I look back, I cannot manage but to have a laugh.
When I was 10 years old, whenever I saw any movie I coveted to have one girlfriend like the one in the movies. I dreamt to have one who should be beautiful like Kalpana or Nutan, At that time I thought love means circling the trees, singing a song, sleeping on partners lap, and gaze into one another’s eyes, sharing candy and taking care of each other.
My first crush was Miss A. I was in my 9th then. We happened to speak only once. There was a drawing contest conducted in Kinnigoli church. I forgot the proper occasion of that drawing contest. Nun who conducted that contest told us to draw some religious stuff. Luckily I got the seat near Miss A. She was little confused, I thought she has no idea what to draw. Hiding from the nun who was inspecting the hall - I passed my drawing to Miss A. She refused to have it and very next moment called the nun. Nun shouted at me and sent me to the last row. A few days later, she started going around with one of my schoolmate. (Off course he was senior to me) they used to go to Mangalore bunking the classes. On one such romantic travel of theirs, my schoolmate was caught by his father. Father asked the son to choose Miss A or pocket money. Son chose pocket money!!!! The news gave me sadistic pleasure.
I was in co-educational school for my P.U.C. I was a Science student. There were lots of beautiful girls in my class. I got very friendly with Miss S. She was my batch mate in Chemistry, Physics and Biology lab. While she was doing biology project, I concentrated on her biology! Whenever she was doing physics projects I watched her physiology, And while she was doing her Chemistry project I prayed for some chemistry to happen between us. One day Miss S came and sat next to me …close….really very close….she passed one small folded letter to me. My heart beats shot up. She said – “I want to tell you something, but can’t tell you now. Please read the letter and answer me tomorrow and remember please keep it secret”. I knew this was it…yes…I was in 7th cloud. I didn’t wait till next day ...I ran to the lavatory and opened my first love letter…there in toilet.
She wrote “Dear Sam, you know Mister N (one of my classmates) proposed me. And I too like him. You are his best friend …you know him very well. Please tell me can I give my approval to him? I am asking you because you are like my brother…..WHAT THE HECK? As if the first news wasn’t bad enough, the second sounded suicidal. I returned to her with an artificial smile and said….”Congrats…You chose the right one….s…sis…sister..!!!”
The next crush didn’t take much time to happen. I was doing my technical course in Mangalore. It was Miss P who was my bus mate. She was beautiful. I was taking a long bus route (Via Lingappayyana Kadu), just to see her. I literally had my jaws hanging - seeing her. It took me approximately one month to talk to her. One fine day she got seat near me. I tried to talk with her but sadly I was out of words. Finally I managed to ask her “Are you going to school? “ She looked at me like I am an idiot. “No, wearing this school uniform I am daily going to Mangalore fish market” she answered.
We became good friends, but I never fancied my chances, given the experiences with Miss S. Just as the boards got over, and as I was mustering enough courage to tell her, the bus route got cancelled. Damn, Konkan railway!!! I didn’t see her after that. Via Lingappayyana Kadu route to Mangalore got cancelled due to Konkan Railway Project. That beautiful bus stand, where Miss P used to board the bus, was replaced by Railway Station!
Next in Bombay. (Mumbai).
Before telling my Bombay experience I have to tell one thing about my mom. Like every mother in the world my mom takes special care of me. She told me if I want to choose any life partner myself, I have to choose one from my own caste. She was completely against inter-caste marriage. Once my friend Santhosh, sent me a postal mail from Mumbai. My mom got that letter and she was curious to open that letter because there was no FROM address mentioned on the letter. My friend wrote that letter in Konkani script, introducing himself as Asha (the Girl) and continued that letter with romantic quotes. At the end he wrote in English that he is going to abroad coming month. The news was small and there was nothing to fill the letter with anything, he planned to write it as a love letter just to confuse me. To hell with his idea, my mom read every little word in that letter except for the ones written in English. She hid that letter from me suspecting an affair. I was unaware of that letter for months. I got surprised to find a sudden change in my mom’s attitude. Thanks to my sister who helped me to clear my mom’s misunderstandings!
By this time, I was in my job and I decided to use the term "interest" instead of crush. So, my interest grew in Miss G in office. I hardly found any unengaged Christian girls around in Mumbai. Miss G was working as secretary to my boss. Her mother was Mangalorean and father from Goa. She was the hottie in my office. She was much smarter than I was. I called her out alone on my birthday. Actually it was not my birthday, I wanted to talk with her alone but she turned up with a whole bunch of friends. The girls kept ordering special menus and giggling and I looked for a place where I could go and bang my head. I steered clear of her for the rest of my working days in that office.
My next interest grew on Miss Z. She wasn't the most beautiful and gorgeous but for me, she was everything. She had the looks of Nutan, She spent her whole heart and soul for her family like my mother. She met all the criteria for my life partner. I proposed to her by phone (I was abroad) ;she accepts my proposal. We used to talk with each other every day. My friends always told me that I lost all my interest in work and always dreaming about her. One bad day she called me and told me that she is not going to marry me. May be she had her own reasons behind that decision. My friends thought that I would take to alcohol or something to ruin my life. But to their surprise, I was not depressed. I simply told them “I lost one who never loved me and she lost the one who really loved her and cared for her. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!”
Only one thought came to my mind…the good ones are always taken…!!!
Thankfully.....I have grown out of all these......no more CRUSHES.....so, no chances of CRASHES....because there is a reason for that. I am married now. For your surprise mine was not a love marriage…it was an arranged-love-marriage. Elders say “When we're born, the soul we're given is split apart and half of it is given to someone else. Throughout our lives, we search for the person with the other half of our soul.” I lost lot of years to search my soul-mate who share my soul. I am blessed that I finally met my soul mate. I am truly blessed because that day, my heart recognized her as a part of its own. She was beautiful than all my previous crushes. She is everything for me. And She is my whole and soul.
1 comments:
awwwww Saam thisis shoooo shweeet.... u r lucky to hav ur wofe n she is lucky to have a loving husband like u ..i hope she has read this (becoz mostly men would feel loads n express to the world bt nt to the real person who needs to hear it..lolz)i really enjoyed this one to the last alphabet!!
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