Yesterday night was one of the most memorable nights of my life because not everyday we meet a young beautiful girl on internet to chat with. It was actually I saw this girl in my friend’s album on orkut. She looked quite photogenic. She had this wheatish complexion with a big round eyes looking at you and red hot lips as if waiting for a kiss. I found her so beautiful that I started checking her out more often. I enquired about her from my friend Pinky. She said that her name is Annie and is a student of mass media. Since I myself was involved in media I was thrilled to know that she was in the same stream. Priya said that she had shown Annie my album on orkut and Annie found it yaaaaks (ugly). I am certainly not good looking but my day is made if someone describes my looks as ‘slightly above average’. But then I have never had such experience of knowing such truth about myself. The same day I scrapped her “hi this is Kunal ........pinky was telling me that u found me yaaaaaaaaaks......” I was surfing the other day when I got her reply “hey...nice way of breaking the ice I must say.. So you probably know by now that I speak my heart out. Still interested in knowing me? This girl had got a lot of attitude and it was as if her friends were the most beautiful person on earth. I had to give it back to her and then there started one of the most memorable conversations or I would say argument I had till date. I thought she may not be interested in arguing with me since it was about my looks, if I had commented on her looks she would have probably taken my phone number and fired me, girls always wait for compliments no matter how they look. But to my surprise she seemed to be very much in mood to argue over the issue. “I guess you judge people looking at their faces” I scrapped “I don’t understand how does it matter to you, you don’t even know me…there are many people around who pass judgment on you everyday. You need to decide which one to consider and which one to just not bother about...And I believe its more important to listen to people who matter to you.” She replied back. She certainly seemed good with words. She made me keep my mouth shut for a moment but then I really had to hammer my head hard to find a strong line to give it back to her. “Great thought ...Yes there are many who pass judgment on me everyday but then I don’t get to know that judgment. And your judgment I got to know so it made me react” it made me feel great because I was striking her back in a full force and even she would have thought hard before replying me back. “So you think its worthwhile wasting time on my judgment” she scrapped to which I said “I think it’s worthwhile to improve myself on the basis of your judgment” For the first time I felt that even I am good with words and am the best when I argue. She was not ready to give up and even I was adamant. We kept on arguing, my fingers were tired and they needed some rest. But that didn’t make me stop. We kept arguing till late night. I was so much involved that I even forgot to have my dinner. My mom kept on shouting but it fell to deaf ears, I was busy typing. I was enjoying and I guess even she was excited. It had to end somewhere so finally it was me who took the initiative,” I have 99 friends in my orkut list. Would you like to be the 100th ? And I also like people who speak their hearts out” this time I sounded friendlier. To which she replied,” smart, sure would like to be your friend. So officially I say hi and nice to meet (argue) with you.” I felt that I have finally scored over her (my point of view), it was as if I would receive some kind of award for winning the argument. I took a sigh of relief. She had accepted me as a friends and it seemed like an achievement for me. Later I took her phone number and spoke to her. We both were in process of making a great friendship. Hope it shapes up well.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
FELL IN LOVE WITH HER IGNORANCE..
College love stories are always exciting. Mine was a one sided love but then I really enjoyed the way it was.
I remember her like it was yesterday and the beauty that captured my heart I will never forget. Her eyes, hair colour, face expressions were all beautiful. It was a beauty that I wanted to become part, but that didn’t happen. She had everything I ever seek for in a young beautiful girl. Her style was amazing how she match every outfit she wore. I had really fallen for her. She always used to be accompanied by a group of young beautiful girls. But what set her apart from others was her attitude. One fine day I was hanging around with my friends in the college campus when I saw her. One of my friends encouraged me to ask her for friendship. Little did I know that I would be turned down. Accepting my friendship proposal was far away, she did not even speak to me. It left me embarrassed. I started doing all the weird things to catch her attention but the only thing I got in return was ignorance. Her thoughts were making me restless after every passing day. Oh I wished she’d accept my proposal, I would have done anything and everything for her. When my friends got to know that I was really serious for her they tried everything to convince her in being my friend. But the words from my friend had fallen on deaf ears. Why she hated me so much? The reason was best known to her. It would hurt me every time I saw her knowing I can’t be her friend. She had no sympathy on how I felt about her. It was really hard for me to accept her ignorance. My friends advised me to get over all these crap and move ahead but I was in no mood to listen them. As days passed by I got to know her group girls. They were good and treated me as their friend. I thought I had a chance. I got her phone number from one of her friends. I messaged her. The next day I heard that she had broke up with her friend, the one who gave me the number. She disliked me like anything. I guess her ignorance was what that had attracted me. It was hard for me to digest that she did not want me to be her friend. My friends thought that I had gone insane. Deep inside my heart I always felt that one day she’ll surely come up to me to be my friend. I had all my lines ready for that day. Days went by and I never got any chance to say my lines. It was the last day of our college, she was looking beautiful in her lovely black dress. I wanted to give one more try and so I approached her. “Can I have the pleasure of being your friend” I said these words from the bottom of my heart. She looked at me and just went by, I was standing there alone with nothing left to say. I was heart broken. Things got blurred in front of me, my eyes were filled with tears. That day was the worst day of my life.Today almost two years has passed, where she is? What is she doing? I know nothing about her but then I still sometime try finding answer to why she did not wanted to be my friend? Was I not good enough for her or it was she who did not deserve my friendship.
KUNAL.S. PRASAD
I remember her like it was yesterday and the beauty that captured my heart I will never forget. Her eyes, hair colour, face expressions were all beautiful. It was a beauty that I wanted to become part, but that didn’t happen. She had everything I ever seek for in a young beautiful girl. Her style was amazing how she match every outfit she wore. I had really fallen for her. She always used to be accompanied by a group of young beautiful girls. But what set her apart from others was her attitude. One fine day I was hanging around with my friends in the college campus when I saw her. One of my friends encouraged me to ask her for friendship. Little did I know that I would be turned down. Accepting my friendship proposal was far away, she did not even speak to me. It left me embarrassed. I started doing all the weird things to catch her attention but the only thing I got in return was ignorance. Her thoughts were making me restless after every passing day. Oh I wished she’d accept my proposal, I would have done anything and everything for her. When my friends got to know that I was really serious for her they tried everything to convince her in being my friend. But the words from my friend had fallen on deaf ears. Why she hated me so much? The reason was best known to her. It would hurt me every time I saw her knowing I can’t be her friend. She had no sympathy on how I felt about her. It was really hard for me to accept her ignorance. My friends advised me to get over all these crap and move ahead but I was in no mood to listen them. As days passed by I got to know her group girls. They were good and treated me as their friend. I thought I had a chance. I got her phone number from one of her friends. I messaged her. The next day I heard that she had broke up with her friend, the one who gave me the number. She disliked me like anything. I guess her ignorance was what that had attracted me. It was hard for me to digest that she did not want me to be her friend. My friends thought that I had gone insane. Deep inside my heart I always felt that one day she’ll surely come up to me to be my friend. I had all my lines ready for that day. Days went by and I never got any chance to say my lines. It was the last day of our college, she was looking beautiful in her lovely black dress. I wanted to give one more try and so I approached her. “Can I have the pleasure of being your friend” I said these words from the bottom of my heart. She looked at me and just went by, I was standing there alone with nothing left to say. I was heart broken. Things got blurred in front of me, my eyes were filled with tears. That day was the worst day of my life.Today almost two years has passed, where she is? What is she doing? I know nothing about her but then I still sometime try finding answer to why she did not wanted to be my friend? Was I not good enough for her or it was she who did not deserve my friendship.
KUNAL.S. PRASAD
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE..
When we were young, we had dreams and expectations. We imagine things, we keep thinking about what we want to be, what we want to do, what makes us proud and happy and what we will become.
In school where everyone toyed with an idea of becoming a doctor, engineer, pilot, etc. I dreamt of becoming a journalist. Since I was always interested in writing it was an obvious choice for me. I believed writing allows a person to express himself which he may not be able to speak aloud. All my friend and teachers knew about my passion and they were confident enough of me meeting my goal someday. After passing out from school I decided to get into commerce stream following with two years of post graduation in journalism. I had planned my years in advance. My parents supported the idea and always motivated me. Things were doing well until I stepped in Degree College. This world totally seemed new to me. I would wonder if I could survive here, but as the days went by I had made a good number of friends. After the first term examinations all my friends decided to work part time so that they can fill their pockets with some extra cash. My parents were against the idea of working in such an early age, they wanted me to concentrate on my studies and therefore I was not permitted. They all got selected into one of the BPO’s. Meanwhile I continued with my writing stuff. When the second term started I could hardly find my friend in the college. They were all busy with their jobs and were not ready to resign. What made them stick over there was the amount money they were being paid. They worked the whole week and then partied on weekends. Even I was invited in couple of parties and it was real fun. Though we all were still in college, the fact was they were earning good money and in front of them I felt like an unemployed person. This sometime used to give me an inferior complex. I had started feeling restless and lonely in the college. Then there came a point when even I decided to join my friends. Even I wanted to earn and spend like them. I did not want to miss the party. My parents were not ready to give me the permission but with some heated discussion or I would say an argument they finally agreed. I got myself landed in the same BPO were my friends were. All of us worked very hard but partied even harder. Life seemed to be so easy. I was enjoying. Though my mother was happy, my father still seemed to be a bit annoyed but I hardly had time to make him understand. Days went by and it was close to three years since I had got employed. One fine day I received a mail from my school friend that a reunion is planned and every one is invited. The reunion had been scheduled in the evening in our school auditorium. Went I went in I saw all the grown up faces, they were all dressed up and looked wonderful. I greeted all my friends and my teachers who all were present. We all remembered our school days. Some memories brought us smile while some brought tears. Mrs.reshma, one of our teachers then came up with an idea. Everyone was supposed to tell what they did after they left their school. All of them were thrilled with the idea. Some had done their MBA and were working for MNC, some had done their medical, some were marketing managers, and some were doing their higher studies. It was my turn then, and as thought everyone expected me to be a journalist in one of the leading newspaper. All I did was stand in front of them and fumbled with words. I couldn’t say anything because I hadn’t still cleared my graduation exams. I had then realized that in chase of money and fun I forgot the way towards my goal. I had destroyed my career and dreams. After the reunion when everyone was leaving Mrs.reshma held me back and asked what I did after passing out from school. Something inside was prompting me to tell her my story and I found myself telling it without any defenses. I saw myself loosening up, becoming lighter and lighter in front of her. Tears were coming continuously while I was telling her my story. She did not talk much, only listened patiently and kept helping me to open more and more. In the end I had emptied everything. She then said, “You cannot change your past. Things do change, but it cannot really take away the dreams. We still have to dream on, to visualize our desire, our wants, our vision of our future, even when we are considered too old for such things.” Her words had really melted me down and I decided to start all over again and over come my dreams because it is always said that it is never too late to run behind your dreams.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
In school where everyone toyed with an idea of becoming a doctor, engineer, pilot, etc. I dreamt of becoming a journalist. Since I was always interested in writing it was an obvious choice for me. I believed writing allows a person to express himself which he may not be able to speak aloud. All my friend and teachers knew about my passion and they were confident enough of me meeting my goal someday. After passing out from school I decided to get into commerce stream following with two years of post graduation in journalism. I had planned my years in advance. My parents supported the idea and always motivated me. Things were doing well until I stepped in Degree College. This world totally seemed new to me. I would wonder if I could survive here, but as the days went by I had made a good number of friends. After the first term examinations all my friends decided to work part time so that they can fill their pockets with some extra cash. My parents were against the idea of working in such an early age, they wanted me to concentrate on my studies and therefore I was not permitted. They all got selected into one of the BPO’s. Meanwhile I continued with my writing stuff. When the second term started I could hardly find my friend in the college. They were all busy with their jobs and were not ready to resign. What made them stick over there was the amount money they were being paid. They worked the whole week and then partied on weekends. Even I was invited in couple of parties and it was real fun. Though we all were still in college, the fact was they were earning good money and in front of them I felt like an unemployed person. This sometime used to give me an inferior complex. I had started feeling restless and lonely in the college. Then there came a point when even I decided to join my friends. Even I wanted to earn and spend like them. I did not want to miss the party. My parents were not ready to give me the permission but with some heated discussion or I would say an argument they finally agreed. I got myself landed in the same BPO were my friends were. All of us worked very hard but partied even harder. Life seemed to be so easy. I was enjoying. Though my mother was happy, my father still seemed to be a bit annoyed but I hardly had time to make him understand. Days went by and it was close to three years since I had got employed. One fine day I received a mail from my school friend that a reunion is planned and every one is invited. The reunion had been scheduled in the evening in our school auditorium. Went I went in I saw all the grown up faces, they were all dressed up and looked wonderful. I greeted all my friends and my teachers who all were present. We all remembered our school days. Some memories brought us smile while some brought tears. Mrs.reshma, one of our teachers then came up with an idea. Everyone was supposed to tell what they did after they left their school. All of them were thrilled with the idea. Some had done their MBA and were working for MNC, some had done their medical, some were marketing managers, and some were doing their higher studies. It was my turn then, and as thought everyone expected me to be a journalist in one of the leading newspaper. All I did was stand in front of them and fumbled with words. I couldn’t say anything because I hadn’t still cleared my graduation exams. I had then realized that in chase of money and fun I forgot the way towards my goal. I had destroyed my career and dreams. After the reunion when everyone was leaving Mrs.reshma held me back and asked what I did after passing out from school. Something inside was prompting me to tell her my story and I found myself telling it without any defenses. I saw myself loosening up, becoming lighter and lighter in front of her. Tears were coming continuously while I was telling her my story. She did not talk much, only listened patiently and kept helping me to open more and more. In the end I had emptied everything. She then said, “You cannot change your past. Things do change, but it cannot really take away the dreams. We still have to dream on, to visualize our desire, our wants, our vision of our future, even when we are considered too old for such things.” Her words had really melted me down and I decided to start all over again and over come my dreams because it is always said that it is never too late to run behind your dreams.
KUNAL.S.PRASAD
Friday, November 30, 2007
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY........
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND
Few days back I was watching a movie on my television. The movie continuously stressed on a line “A girl and a boy can never be best friends” The line seemed very irrelevant with my real life because my best friend was girl. The other day I was discussing this topic with Andy my office colleague. I felt a huge nostalgia about my friendship days with Merlin. It was giving me immense pleasure to speak to Andy about my best friend Merlin. I still remember the first day of our college, as I entered the classroom I saw a girl sitting among boys at the back bench. My first impression of Merlin was that of a tom boy and that’s what made me approach her. Our friendship instantly struck off and from then on there was no looking back. She came along with very friendly kind of nature, very outspoken and a bit mischievous…..I guess like me. Our days would be spent roaming in college campus, sitting in the canteen and if possible attending lectures. The reason we bonded so well was the fact that our thinking were quite similar. We quickly became well known personalities of our college. I never treated her as a girl, for me was a boy with whom I could share every little thing of my life and same was for her. She was the person who was capable of listening to my thoughts, views and philosophies about life and she understood what I was saying. She never judged me or deserted me even if I was a little eccentric at times. She would also try to help and guide me when I was headed on a downward spiral. No matter what anyone else would say about me, she would never leave our friendship. The only time she used be busy for me was when she would be with David. David was her boyfriend and Merlin met him even before I came into her life. He was working in a private firm and due to his busy schedule they would get very little time to spend with each other. Merlin was very serious about her relationship with him and wanted to get married as soon as she would finish her college. I was with her. The only difference between us was that I was very unsuccessful with my affairs while Merlin was going strong with David. Our college days just went through and we became graduates. The very next year Merlin got married to David. I was very happy for her as she was about to step into a new life. Today Merlin and David have moved to another city and even I have got busy with my job. We may not see each other that often, we may talk on the phone once a month. However, when we do connect no matter how infrequently it is as if we never parted. Our conversations are as comforting as if we are together everyday. Even now we are best friends. As I was concluding my story Andy just glared through my eyes and said, “Today I understood that why you never had a girlfriend”. “Why” I questioned. “It’s because that special place in your heart is already occupied by someone else and no one is allowed to enter it without your permission" By saying these words Andy just left. I just stood there silently looking Andy go. That day I realized that the line in the movie was so true. A boy and a girl can never be best friends. I was in love with Merlin.
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