It is said that love is the most beautiful thing given to the living beings by god. This omnipresent feeling is the most spectacular emotion that bonds people. I used to always read these lines and wondered if I’ll ever find a true love. Things have not worked in my favor when it comes to love and have been unsuccessful with all my affairs and after my every break up I was always left with a bitter feeling but I never thought I would get a special feeling from a person with whom I never spoke and knew nothing about her.
I clearly remember it was mid of December and it was first time winter was at its best in Mumbai. I was already late for the college. I anyhow packed up my bag and hurried towards the bus stop only to find that my bus had left. The next bus was fifteen minutes later. I was impatiently waiting for the next bus when my eyes went on an attractive, very attractive young woman. She simply took my breath away. She looked like an angel as she was heading towards the opposite bus stop. Her smart jeans and white kurta glowed in the golden rays of the rising sun. She must be in her mid twenties; I believe and had an average height with a figure to lust for. The long black hair framed her beautiful face. My eyes were glued on her, they were motionless, gazing at her splendor. I was confident that I had never seen a woman such appealing like her. I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her. A few minutes later her bus came and she vanished. The whole day I was smitten by her thoughts. I simply couldn’t resist myself speaking about her with my friends. I felt that it was love at first sight but my friends told me that it was just an infatuation and nothing else. This left me confused but I was happy since that confusion gave me a lovely feeling. The next day I reached the bus stop on time. My bus came but something inside prompted me not enter, I held myself back. As my bus left I again saw that lady, this time looking even more beautiful. She had something in her which had got me connected. I was hoping our eyes to meet but it did not happen. Two weeks went by, things continued the same way at the bus stop when suddenly one day out of blue she looked at me and gave a smile. That moment was magical. She also left her bus that day. I was thrilled and overjoyed. I thought of approaching her but had a sense of fear of ruining things. By the time my bus came and I went. The whole day I was cursing myself of being such a coward. My friends still believed that it was infatuation but I felt it was more than that and decided to speak to her. The next day I went to the bus stop and was waiting for her. I was continuously preparing for my lines to be said in front of her but to my disappointment she did not come even after my second bus left. Everyday I used to stand at the bus stop hoping to see her. Days went by and I never ever saw her again. Today it’s almost five years since I last saw her but even today when I stand at the bus stop I imagine her. Why did she miss her bus that day? Why did she smile at me? Did she want to talk to me? These questions keep coming into my mind and the answer which I get is just a beautiful feeling and smile on my face. My college friends still feel the same as they used to. Maybe they were right but one thing is true I never ever fell in love again.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
LOVE AT FIRST SITE......
How can one fall in love at first site? How can one fall in love without knowing the other person? But these questions did not bother me when I first saw Prachi. I knew I was in love and it was magical.
I was forced by my friend Neha to accompany her for an interview in one of a BPO’s. I hated the idea of working in a call center. Doing night shifts was not my cup of tea. I was a bit apprensive before but later on agreed because it was just a matter of one interview and I was sure enough of not being selected. The next day dressed in formals I accompanied her. Some 25 to 30 candidates had come for the interview. Neha and I occupied the last chairs of the row. Everybody around looked tensed and nervous while I on the other hand was tension free. I kept on chatting with Neha on some or the other topic. Even Neha seemed to be relaxed because she was confident enough of being selected. While we were busy chatting I heard someone asking “who all are waiting for their first round of interview” I looked up to see who it was and there I saw one of the most beautiful girl with some papers in her hand standing right in the front. Few of them including Neha and myself raised our hands. I enquired about that beautiful girl from a boy sitting in front of me. He said that her name is Prachi and she was the one who is going to take the interview. I was overjoyed. Prachi seemed to be in her mid twenties. She had an average height with a figure to match. She was wearing deep blue denim and a yellow kurta over it. Her beauty was beyond description. The long black curls framed her angelic face. Her deep brown eyes were twinkling and sparkling with excitement. To compliment the rest of the face, her lips were covered with a light pink lipstick and were begging for a kiss. My eyes were just glued on her. I instantly fell in love with her. This was the first time I experienced love at first site. I just couldn’t stop complimenting her. She was standing right in the front speaking with two of her colleagues and then suddenly disappeared. I was really thrilled by the fact that she was going to take my interview. I had now started preparing and kept on asking Neha about the likely questions to be asked. I wanted to impress her by my answers. A few minutes later I was called inside a cabin. With my head high and a smile on my face I went inside only to see some other lady waiting for me to take my interview. I was a bit disappointed but thought if selected I could see Prachi daily and therefore gave the interview very seriously. Both Neha and I were short listed for the second round. We were told that the next round would be conducted after the lunch. We went to the office canteen and ordered sandwiches for our self. I could feel the attraction drawing my eyes through the crowd, searching for that special lady. Finally I saw her. She was sitting with her colleagues in the corner of the canteen. She was so lively when she talked. I could almost include myself into the conversation just by watching her hand movements. Her beauty was pulling me to talk to her but there was also a sense of fear in me which made me stand where I was. After having our lunch Neha and I went and sat on the same chairs where we were sitting before. I was feeling sleepy but did not allow myself to close my eyes. I was now determined enough of getting selected. Prachi came in and was doing some work. Her fast footsteps from one end of the corridor to another showed how busy she was. Now whenever she passed by in front of me I tried doing wired things to catch her attention but she was totally engrossed in her work. At last she saw me. I gave a big smile, she reciprocated with the same. I was totally flattered. Now every time she saw me I tried doing some funny activity on which she used to give a smile. I was enjoying every moment and wanted that that day to never end. I wanted to talk to her but was not getting any chance. Meanwhile it was time for our next round. Our second round was interviewed by a senior HR of the company. In the beginning I was a bit nervous while giving the interview but later on became confident. It was close to evening. Everyone had done with their interview and were anxiously waiting for the results to get announced. My eyes were busy searching out for Prachi. Finally she came with a paper in her hand and called out five names that were selected. Neha was one of them. I was disappointed for not making it. More than getting selected I felt bad about not seeing Prachi anymore. As soon as I turned down to walk away I heard a voice calling out my name. I looked back and was thrilled to see Prachi. She came to me and said; “I am sorry it was a mistake from my side, even you are selected” hearing these words I again had a smile on my face. For her I was selected in her company but for me I was selected in her love and it was just the beginning.
I was forced by my friend Neha to accompany her for an interview in one of a BPO’s. I hated the idea of working in a call center. Doing night shifts was not my cup of tea. I was a bit apprensive before but later on agreed because it was just a matter of one interview and I was sure enough of not being selected. The next day dressed in formals I accompanied her. Some 25 to 30 candidates had come for the interview. Neha and I occupied the last chairs of the row. Everybody around looked tensed and nervous while I on the other hand was tension free. I kept on chatting with Neha on some or the other topic. Even Neha seemed to be relaxed because she was confident enough of being selected. While we were busy chatting I heard someone asking “who all are waiting for their first round of interview” I looked up to see who it was and there I saw one of the most beautiful girl with some papers in her hand standing right in the front. Few of them including Neha and myself raised our hands. I enquired about that beautiful girl from a boy sitting in front of me. He said that her name is Prachi and she was the one who is going to take the interview. I was overjoyed. Prachi seemed to be in her mid twenties. She had an average height with a figure to match. She was wearing deep blue denim and a yellow kurta over it. Her beauty was beyond description. The long black curls framed her angelic face. Her deep brown eyes were twinkling and sparkling with excitement. To compliment the rest of the face, her lips were covered with a light pink lipstick and were begging for a kiss. My eyes were just glued on her. I instantly fell in love with her. This was the first time I experienced love at first site. I just couldn’t stop complimenting her. She was standing right in the front speaking with two of her colleagues and then suddenly disappeared. I was really thrilled by the fact that she was going to take my interview. I had now started preparing and kept on asking Neha about the likely questions to be asked. I wanted to impress her by my answers. A few minutes later I was called inside a cabin. With my head high and a smile on my face I went inside only to see some other lady waiting for me to take my interview. I was a bit disappointed but thought if selected I could see Prachi daily and therefore gave the interview very seriously. Both Neha and I were short listed for the second round. We were told that the next round would be conducted after the lunch. We went to the office canteen and ordered sandwiches for our self. I could feel the attraction drawing my eyes through the crowd, searching for that special lady. Finally I saw her. She was sitting with her colleagues in the corner of the canteen. She was so lively when she talked. I could almost include myself into the conversation just by watching her hand movements. Her beauty was pulling me to talk to her but there was also a sense of fear in me which made me stand where I was. After having our lunch Neha and I went and sat on the same chairs where we were sitting before. I was feeling sleepy but did not allow myself to close my eyes. I was now determined enough of getting selected. Prachi came in and was doing some work. Her fast footsteps from one end of the corridor to another showed how busy she was. Now whenever she passed by in front of me I tried doing wired things to catch her attention but she was totally engrossed in her work. At last she saw me. I gave a big smile, she reciprocated with the same. I was totally flattered. Now every time she saw me I tried doing some funny activity on which she used to give a smile. I was enjoying every moment and wanted that that day to never end. I wanted to talk to her but was not getting any chance. Meanwhile it was time for our next round. Our second round was interviewed by a senior HR of the company. In the beginning I was a bit nervous while giving the interview but later on became confident. It was close to evening. Everyone had done with their interview and were anxiously waiting for the results to get announced. My eyes were busy searching out for Prachi. Finally she came with a paper in her hand and called out five names that were selected. Neha was one of them. I was disappointed for not making it. More than getting selected I felt bad about not seeing Prachi anymore. As soon as I turned down to walk away I heard a voice calling out my name. I looked back and was thrilled to see Prachi. She came to me and said; “I am sorry it was a mistake from my side, even you are selected” hearing these words I again had a smile on my face. For her I was selected in her company but for me I was selected in her love and it was just the beginning.
Friday, November 2, 2007
A SUCCESSFUL FAILURE..
It is said that every failure is a stepping stone towards success but in my case it was something different. My every failure lead to another failure and this is how my life moved ahead.
My father always wanted me to be a successful soccer player. He wanted to prove to others what if he couldn’t make it his son would definitely make it as a good soccer player. I started out at a very young age with my father giving me the training. Everybody felt that I was the best in my age. My school days went through in learning the basics of the game. After passing out my 12th I decided to enter into the field of media since I wanted to be a journalist. The course required my full attention and commitment but at the same time I was also selected to play for a top soccer club of the city. My father thought that I was capable enough to do both things at a time. So I started out with both. In the beginning every thing was going normal. After every passing day things started getting hectic. I was flooded with projects which I had to submit within a given period of time. In afternoon I had to attend my classes and in evening I had to go through with my rigorous soccer training. It was getting difficult for me to handle. I was not able to complete my projects but anyhow I passed out my first year. On the other hand soccer was also getting tough for me. I couldn’t handle the pressure at the top level; my game performance had started declining. Dad told me that performance can go up and down and we also need to cope up with the pressure. My second year as a media student was more difficult, I finally came at a point of choosing either my studies or my game and I decided to go with the latter. I enrolled myself in commerce stream and tried to concentrate only on my game. My two valuable years had already got wasted and again I couldn’t give my second year commerce exams due to the soccer matches being conducted at the same time. My college friends were way ahead of me. Some had even started earning. Where they were earning 20000 to 25000 monthly I was still completing my education and playing soccer which fetched me few bucks. Anyhow I passed out my final year exams and now wanted to join a company and start earning but for that I had to leave my game. My dad was strictly against the idea of working he wanted me to continue with the game. After playing for almost five years in the top division I still wasn’t earning much. It was getting de motivating for me. I tried to explain this to my dad but he was in no mood to listen. Going against my dad was out of question so I had to stick with the game. My interest in the game had started to decline I was just playing for father. Day by day things were getting frustrating for me and one fine day I secretly went for an interview for a BPO company. After being selected I told this to my dad and he was really annoyed with me but later on he gave me permission to go ahead and do the job but only if I also continue playing. I agreed even though it was not possible to do two things at a time. My practice sessions were now being cut down because of my job timings but I had to take an off for my matches. Taking an off on job training was against the company rules and I was breaking the rules because there was no other choice, match was also important. The company thought that I had a casual attitude towards the job and so they warned me twice and the third time I was thrown out. I had yet again failed.
I couldn’t be a successful journalist
I couldn’t be a successful soccer player
I couldn’t be a successful employee
But I can surely call myself a successful failure.
My father always wanted me to be a successful soccer player. He wanted to prove to others what if he couldn’t make it his son would definitely make it as a good soccer player. I started out at a very young age with my father giving me the training. Everybody felt that I was the best in my age. My school days went through in learning the basics of the game. After passing out my 12th I decided to enter into the field of media since I wanted to be a journalist. The course required my full attention and commitment but at the same time I was also selected to play for a top soccer club of the city. My father thought that I was capable enough to do both things at a time. So I started out with both. In the beginning every thing was going normal. After every passing day things started getting hectic. I was flooded with projects which I had to submit within a given period of time. In afternoon I had to attend my classes and in evening I had to go through with my rigorous soccer training. It was getting difficult for me to handle. I was not able to complete my projects but anyhow I passed out my first year. On the other hand soccer was also getting tough for me. I couldn’t handle the pressure at the top level; my game performance had started declining. Dad told me that performance can go up and down and we also need to cope up with the pressure. My second year as a media student was more difficult, I finally came at a point of choosing either my studies or my game and I decided to go with the latter. I enrolled myself in commerce stream and tried to concentrate only on my game. My two valuable years had already got wasted and again I couldn’t give my second year commerce exams due to the soccer matches being conducted at the same time. My college friends were way ahead of me. Some had even started earning. Where they were earning 20000 to 25000 monthly I was still completing my education and playing soccer which fetched me few bucks. Anyhow I passed out my final year exams and now wanted to join a company and start earning but for that I had to leave my game. My dad was strictly against the idea of working he wanted me to continue with the game. After playing for almost five years in the top division I still wasn’t earning much. It was getting de motivating for me. I tried to explain this to my dad but he was in no mood to listen. Going against my dad was out of question so I had to stick with the game. My interest in the game had started to decline I was just playing for father. Day by day things were getting frustrating for me and one fine day I secretly went for an interview for a BPO company. After being selected I told this to my dad and he was really annoyed with me but later on he gave me permission to go ahead and do the job but only if I also continue playing. I agreed even though it was not possible to do two things at a time. My practice sessions were now being cut down because of my job timings but I had to take an off for my matches. Taking an off on job training was against the company rules and I was breaking the rules because there was no other choice, match was also important. The company thought that I had a casual attitude towards the job and so they warned me twice and the third time I was thrown out. I had yet again failed.
I couldn’t be a successful journalist
I couldn’t be a successful soccer player
I couldn’t be a successful employee
But I can surely call myself a successful failure.
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