Words are my specialty
Well this had to happen someday, the end, the conclusion, the finishing line, the last drop of the thirsty vessel (plz read the last metaphor again, as it makes no sense).
So what to write about now… well I thought rather than putting down conversation again (although I love that style of writing) why not answer some questions. (esp for madhu whose been patiently asking for it times and again)… so this the post number one… the firsts…
The first time I saw her
Ground floor; near the lift. She looked shy, quiet and bit dumb too. Her eyes were beautiful. I never stopped glancing at them. (then in few secs I met her again, at 1st floor when she got off the lift… I thought what a lazy gal, taking lift for just a floor. Must really hate walking…)
The first time I talked to her
About 3-4 days after the first time I saw her. Surprisingly, it was raining outside. She was waiting for the rain to get over, I walked besides her, asked “Waiting for the rain to get over?” she smiled… and like the ass that I am, replied “well I’m off” and I walked away with my umbrella which could have easily accommodated both of us.
The first time she talked to me
A day later. I was practicing metal songs on my guitar. On acounstic they sound horrible no matter what. Guess the walls weren’t thick enough.
KNOCK KNOCK. “Hi! Could you keep the music down a bit?”
“Sorry, it’s a guitar, only one volume level…”
“Hmm, in that case, could you atleast play something more romantic” and she walked away. I stood at the door for few secs only thinking one thought, “her eyes look beautiful…”
The first date
Well already posted, the bhutta wala incident... here. That’s the official first date. No contest there.
The first date that I was aware of beforehand
Well, the next one. Nothing flashy. A small trip to the link road in the evening. A gr8 walk after which the nightly hours were spent shopping in Inorbit mall.
The first fight
Not really. Before things got so out of hand, either a sorry or something smart ass statement would come up. Usually we’d just laugh it all off.
The first shopping I did for her
No one can predict this in their lifetime. She was out of talk time and so just for her, Hutch ka 10 ka chota recharge without telling her. Her face was glowing with happiness when she got a free recharge without paying… she’s yet to know it was me but why ruin the smile, right?
The first feeling of closeness
I was watching Australian open 2009 replay on TV. She was just getting bored and bugging me. Then she points at Novak Djokovic and says ‘I don’t like him’. That was the first time I felt close to her, similar to her.
The first I love you moment
Well it wasn’t really what it was. Dunno how many countless times this has occurred around the world, I said “I love u 2 (the band)”, she replied “same here dear” then silence… long long silence… no discussion about till ages
The first laugh and The first clumsy moment
It was supposed to be a date. I was there all ready and knocked her door, she in her pajamas wondering wassup… “the date?” “isn’t it 2morrow?” “you said it was Tuesday” “really, I thought it was Wednesday” … just then we overhear on TV “Welcome to BBC world news on the rainy Mumbai Monday Morning…” We laughed, smiled and went back home.
The first tear
Nothing on my side, but she did shed few the day before she left. It was quiet, it was pure. No one spoke for quite a time.
The first kiss
Sorry, never happened. We were too busy having fun and talking. Yes we wanted each other to shut up, but this idea never came up. DARN IT!
The future
What future? It was a fling right from the beginning. Nobody was serious about it. I needed entertainment, she wanted someone to time pass. We just met under circumstances and jelled well. We never even knew each other surnames, just the first names. We never shared our home phone number nor any email id. When she left, the relationship ended with that…
The next meet
Dunno when’s that happening. With me leaving for better education, unlikely we’ll ever meet again.
The final say
It was beautiful. It was a pleasure. It started with a smile and ended with a smile. Only thought that remained persisted all the while was ‘She has beautiful eyes”
Neel asks:
can she tutor me on how u BURN u ?
Nope. She only knows as my guitar friend and she doesn’t like someone else out-witting me. She believed that this was her thing which I guess she would have not like to share. Still, if I meet her, I’ll ask her.
Madhu asks:
Who is this walkie talkie?
Walkie Talkie is a fictional character I wrote about based on my experiences of this year. It was fun to express myself without letting much (rather anything) out. The pics are of a frnd who’s portrait shots I took on her request. Few of my friends know her. Her name beings with N. rest is not for me to tell.
Orange orders:
come up with more seasons…
I’ll try too but I do not really want to write too much on romantics. I wanna write a bit about common sense and non sense for few times, then I’ll surely write some more.
Any more questions… do write…
As for the newbies who haven’t read the rest.. links below… (opens in new window)
So what to write about now… well I thought rather than putting down conversation again (although I love that style of writing) why not answer some questions. (esp for madhu whose been patiently asking for it times and again)… so this the post number one… the firsts…
The pic:
The first time I saw her
Ground floor; near the lift. She looked shy, quiet and bit dumb too. Her eyes were beautiful. I never stopped glancing at them. (then in few secs I met her again, at 1st floor when she got off the lift… I thought what a lazy gal, taking lift for just a floor. Must really hate walking…)
The first time I talked to her
About 3-4 days after the first time I saw her. Surprisingly, it was raining outside. She was waiting for the rain to get over, I walked besides her, asked “Waiting for the rain to get over?” she smiled… and like the ass that I am, replied “well I’m off” and I walked away with my umbrella which could have easily accommodated both of us.
The first time she talked to me
A day later. I was practicing metal songs on my guitar. On acounstic they sound horrible no matter what. Guess the walls weren’t thick enough.
KNOCK KNOCK. “Hi! Could you keep the music down a bit?”
“Sorry, it’s a guitar, only one volume level…”
“Hmm, in that case, could you atleast play something more romantic” and she walked away. I stood at the door for few secs only thinking one thought, “her eyes look beautiful…”
The first date
Well already posted, the bhutta wala incident... here. That’s the official first date. No contest there.
The first date that I was aware of beforehand
Well, the next one. Nothing flashy. A small trip to the link road in the evening. A gr8 walk after which the nightly hours were spent shopping in Inorbit mall.
The first fight
Not really. Before things got so out of hand, either a sorry or something smart ass statement would come up. Usually we’d just laugh it all off.
The first shopping I did for her
No one can predict this in their lifetime. She was out of talk time and so just for her, Hutch ka 10 ka chota recharge without telling her. Her face was glowing with happiness when she got a free recharge without paying… she’s yet to know it was me but why ruin the smile, right?
The first feeling of closeness
I was watching Australian open 2009 replay on TV. She was just getting bored and bugging me. Then she points at Novak Djokovic and says ‘I don’t like him’. That was the first time I felt close to her, similar to her.
The first I love you moment
Well it wasn’t really what it was. Dunno how many countless times this has occurred around the world, I said “I love u 2 (the band)”, she replied “same here dear” then silence… long long silence… no discussion about till ages
The first laugh and The first clumsy moment
It was supposed to be a date. I was there all ready and knocked her door, she in her pajamas wondering wassup… “the date?” “isn’t it 2morrow?” “you said it was Tuesday” “really, I thought it was Wednesday” … just then we overhear on TV “Welcome to BBC world news on the rainy Mumbai Monday Morning…” We laughed, smiled and went back home.
The first tear
Nothing on my side, but she did shed few the day before she left. It was quiet, it was pure. No one spoke for quite a time.
The first kiss
Sorry, never happened. We were too busy having fun and talking. Yes we wanted each other to shut up, but this idea never came up. DARN IT!
The future
What future? It was a fling right from the beginning. Nobody was serious about it. I needed entertainment, she wanted someone to time pass. We just met under circumstances and jelled well. We never even knew each other surnames, just the first names. We never shared our home phone number nor any email id. When she left, the relationship ended with that…
The next meet
Dunno when’s that happening. With me leaving for better education, unlikely we’ll ever meet again.
The final say
It was beautiful. It was a pleasure. It started with a smile and ended with a smile. Only thought that remained persisted all the while was ‘She has beautiful eyes”
Neel asks:
can she tutor me on how u BURN u ?
Nope. She only knows as my guitar friend and she doesn’t like someone else out-witting me. She believed that this was her thing which I guess she would have not like to share. Still, if I meet her, I’ll ask her.
Madhu asks:
Who is this walkie talkie?
Walkie Talkie is a fictional character I wrote about based on my experiences of this year. It was fun to express myself without letting much (rather anything) out. The pics are of a frnd who’s portrait shots I took on her request. Few of my friends know her. Her name beings with N. rest is not for me to tell.
Orange orders:
come up with more seasons…
I’ll try too but I do not really want to write too much on romantics. I wanna write a bit about common sense and non sense for few times, then I’ll surely write some more.
Any more questions… do write…
As for the newbies who haven’t read the rest.. links below… (opens in new window)
- 2 The Date
- 3 The Name
- 4 Noise
- 5 India vs West-Indies
- 6 An Ode
- 7 The Eyes
- 8 On A Serious Note
- 9 The Call
- 10 Adieu
so, how did you find the whole of the series? lemme know all that you thought about it.
