Post from 2011 :
"Okay. This is it.
My summer internship experiences would Remain just in the mind; those memories are forever. I had briefly narrated The Start in my previous post. Now, I'm posting this after about four months after the whole charade of internship got over. I'm afraid, I won't be able to continue with it as I'm paying a visit to blogosphere again to put down into words a few pressing thoughts which have been , ahem, taking up too much of my free time (which is twenty-four hours) these days.
So, here goes."
My Purely Fictional Story!
It's a complex state of the human mind. It could be you, me or anybody we might know. Persons and names don't matter in this scenario. It's the bond, the relationship and the underlying emotions which cause all the complications.
There used to be a boy-A boy who had stars in his eyes and who still has that boyish streak about him as a not-so-grown-up man of around twenty five years of dreamy existence upon this lonely planet.
This boy was not normal. By not being normal didn't mean he didn't do normal things. Instead, he did the most normal things one could ever do and appeared normal to normal people. Inside, he himself knew the fact that he was a misfit for normal society. He had a wide circle of friends who loved him for his varied character. Some liked him because he made them laugh, some were impressed by his knowledge, some liked him as a person whom they could always count on, some considered him to be their trustworthy aide and secret-keeper and thus, the list of roles that this poor fellow has had to play over his lifetime goes on.
This not-so-normal boy had dreams. He dreamed of making obscene amounts of money and seeing the world for all that it had to offer. But none of his dreams were as strong or intense as the one about finding that ONE person in the world. Yes, this boy was a die-hard romantic who had been fed on a regular dose of Indian movies extolling about the invincibility, purity and all those other-wordly features of true love. He, like many of the romantic heroes of yore who have romanced quite a many damsel on the screen, believed in the longevity of love-at-first-sight.
The boy started searching.
In fact, the search had started long back, from the time of development of his cognitive ability as young human being. He had a brain cell which was perpetually on an HR overdrive, analyzing the situation before hand, calculating the various permutations and combinations that could be derived out of a potential situation at hand and helping in forming a complex solution in his mind. Ah, the mind.
The mind under discussion here is a unique specimen. Part of its uniqueness lies in the fact that it has almost always remained in a state of romantic entanglement, although ephemerally, with fictitious persons. One can only wish if these fictitious persons had manifested in the boy's life. Again, that super-intelligent brain cell of his caused havoc in this romantically-entangled mind leading to negative results for all the prospects that presented before the boy.
Still, the heart marched on....in defiance of that quirky brain cell of his.
Then, it happened. The boy saw the girl. Suddenly, all the characteristic traits of his fictitious love manifested before him, in real life, through her. He admired her from a distance as part of the crowd. His admiration swelled with each passing moment till she disappeared from his view.
The seeds were already sown. Atleast, he had a name to keep in his mind; a face to attach to that imaginary heroine in his mind. He started dreaming with increased enthusiasm. The not-so-normal boy lived in anticipation of his oh-so-very-normal next meeting with his girl.
After about a year, it happened. It turned out to be one of the most beautiful days of his life. They got acquainted with each other and each smile of hers just confirmed the belief in his mind that she was the one for him. The boy was calmly confident that she would have realized by then that she wouldn't find a better guy than him in the entire world.
History will record that as a chance encounter and even though the day ended on a positive note, it was destined to remain a chance encounter with just a fervent hope for repeated occurrences in future. The ever-so-romantic boy believed in the much-despised adage of true love taking its own sweet time amidst all hardships and so, he didn't do anything from his part which could have initiated regular conversation with the girl. May be, he expected the girl to be romantically inclined like him so as to let time take its own course, which in any case, happened whether or not she was of a similar disposition like him.
Time flew again. After another year, weirdly enough, he spotted her at the place of their first meeting, accompanied by her gang of happy friends. He was also in the company of his equally mirthful friends. She was laughing, pure uninhibited laughing like a free spirit, after exchanging a joke with her friends and hadn't seen the boy staring from a distance. The boy doubted whether she would be able to recognize him and decided not to face the ignominy of hearing the condescending words of 'I'm sorry but I can't remember you'. But his friends were adamant and were successful in convincing him to try his luck after he started developing cold feet at a potentially life-changing moment. He summoned all this courage, walked up to her and asked for a word with her.
Everything fell into place- Her gang of giggling friends stepped aside seeing the intent on the boy's face and she was happily taken aback, seeing him after a long time. All inhibitions were put to rest. They chatted for quite a while, in that serene setting, oblivious of the hooting and whistling from his friends behind the trees and the knowing glances and giggles from her friends. Time again proved the villain as she had to leave urgently but this time, he wanted to initiate contact through a modern day invention known as e-mail. The boy carefully noted down her strange-sounding e-mail address in his mind and went back with a permanent smile on his lips.
The boy felt light. Yes, it was the lightness of love- that feeling of floating around in the fresh morning air like a white feather upon a garden in full bloom, emanating the richest of fragrances and glowing in the golden glow of the morning sun. He could feel a bubble inside his chest; a happy bubble infusing every bit of wellness possible in the world to his heart. That night, he had the most amazing dream that he had ever had. He dreamed of holding her hand and walking on a green meadow tipped with morning dew and the cool, still air of morning under a blue, cloudless sky.
"to be continued...."
Post Date : March 27, 2013 - 1: 55 pm, on an empty stomach
"....continues..."
With his new acquisition- the fancy but weird-sounding e-mail id, the boy went about his pre-ordained task, armed with the latest of technology at that point of time, in the form of a dial-up internet connection. He laid down all his intent and resolve into a few words in his e-mail which would have put many a business manager to shame for its clarity of message and crispness of thought. He clicked send and waited.
And Wait, he did. He did wait for more than a year. He had grown paranoid in the meanwhile and had tried initiating contact with her through her friend's friend of the umpteenth degree until he found out that the proclaimed maximum of '7 degrees of separation' between one dude smoking weed on the top of Mt. Everest and another one clearing sea weed from the depths of Mariana Trench, is just another scientific hogwash to console these desperate romantic souls who find succour in those innumerable mushy movies of old.
After more than a year of desperation, the thought struck him finally that he might have heard the e-mail id wrongly and may be, he could have been pouring his heart out to some psychotic serial killer in the dangerous suburbs of LA. In any case, the id was fancy and weird enough to have been taken up by any crazy, convoluted soul on this planet. With a new fear in his mind that all his heart-rending communication since THAT day could have gone to a complete stranger or worse still, reached nobody in the cyber world, he gave it one more try. He changed one word in the id and replaced it with a homophone, a digit.
With newly-formed butterflies in his stomach and twinkling stars in his eyes and amidst a shower of white flowers sent from Above by his usual band of well-wisher White Fairies, he clicked 'Send' again. And again and yet again, just in case the dial-up or Yahoo! ditched him. The romantic interlude by the fairies ended and we were back in real world.
Yet another agonizing wait (how many more can any protagonist take?). One fine Friday, he logs into this account and lo, there it is.
On the sad occasion of the 9th death anniversary of his first pet cat and one of his best friends, the reply came floating over thousands of miles in cyberworld and chose to enter his dreary inbox on the anniversary of one of the most tragic days of his un-eventful life till now. Talk about injustice in this world.
"Again, to be continued..."
"Okay. This is it.
My summer internship experiences would Remain just in the mind; those memories are forever. I had briefly narrated The Start in my previous post. Now, I'm posting this after about four months after the whole charade of internship got over. I'm afraid, I won't be able to continue with it as I'm paying a visit to blogosphere again to put down into words a few pressing thoughts which have been , ahem, taking up too much of my free time (which is twenty-four hours) these days.
So, here goes."
My Purely Fictional Story!
It's a complex state of the human mind. It could be you, me or anybody we might know. Persons and names don't matter in this scenario. It's the bond, the relationship and the underlying emotions which cause all the complications.
There used to be a boy-A boy who had stars in his eyes and who still has that boyish streak about him as a not-so-grown-up man of around twenty five years of dreamy existence upon this lonely planet.
This boy was not normal. By not being normal didn't mean he didn't do normal things. Instead, he did the most normal things one could ever do and appeared normal to normal people. Inside, he himself knew the fact that he was a misfit for normal society. He had a wide circle of friends who loved him for his varied character. Some liked him because he made them laugh, some were impressed by his knowledge, some liked him as a person whom they could always count on, some considered him to be their trustworthy aide and secret-keeper and thus, the list of roles that this poor fellow has had to play over his lifetime goes on.
This not-so-normal boy had dreams. He dreamed of making obscene amounts of money and seeing the world for all that it had to offer. But none of his dreams were as strong or intense as the one about finding that ONE person in the world. Yes, this boy was a die-hard romantic who had been fed on a regular dose of Indian movies extolling about the invincibility, purity and all those other-wordly features of true love. He, like many of the romantic heroes of yore who have romanced quite a many damsel on the screen, believed in the longevity of love-at-first-sight.
The boy started searching.
In fact, the search had started long back, from the time of development of his cognitive ability as young human being. He had a brain cell which was perpetually on an HR overdrive, analyzing the situation before hand, calculating the various permutations and combinations that could be derived out of a potential situation at hand and helping in forming a complex solution in his mind. Ah, the mind.
The mind under discussion here is a unique specimen. Part of its uniqueness lies in the fact that it has almost always remained in a state of romantic entanglement, although ephemerally, with fictitious persons. One can only wish if these fictitious persons had manifested in the boy's life. Again, that super-intelligent brain cell of his caused havoc in this romantically-entangled mind leading to negative results for all the prospects that presented before the boy.
Still, the heart marched on....in defiance of that quirky brain cell of his.
Then, it happened. The boy saw the girl. Suddenly, all the characteristic traits of his fictitious love manifested before him, in real life, through her. He admired her from a distance as part of the crowd. His admiration swelled with each passing moment till she disappeared from his view.
The seeds were already sown. Atleast, he had a name to keep in his mind; a face to attach to that imaginary heroine in his mind. He started dreaming with increased enthusiasm. The not-so-normal boy lived in anticipation of his oh-so-very-normal next meeting with his girl.
After about a year, it happened. It turned out to be one of the most beautiful days of his life. They got acquainted with each other and each smile of hers just confirmed the belief in his mind that she was the one for him. The boy was calmly confident that she would have realized by then that she wouldn't find a better guy than him in the entire world.
History will record that as a chance encounter and even though the day ended on a positive note, it was destined to remain a chance encounter with just a fervent hope for repeated occurrences in future. The ever-so-romantic boy believed in the much-despised adage of true love taking its own sweet time amidst all hardships and so, he didn't do anything from his part which could have initiated regular conversation with the girl. May be, he expected the girl to be romantically inclined like him so as to let time take its own course, which in any case, happened whether or not she was of a similar disposition like him.
Time flew again. After another year, weirdly enough, he spotted her at the place of their first meeting, accompanied by her gang of happy friends. He was also in the company of his equally mirthful friends. She was laughing, pure uninhibited laughing like a free spirit, after exchanging a joke with her friends and hadn't seen the boy staring from a distance. The boy doubted whether she would be able to recognize him and decided not to face the ignominy of hearing the condescending words of 'I'm sorry but I can't remember you'. But his friends were adamant and were successful in convincing him to try his luck after he started developing cold feet at a potentially life-changing moment. He summoned all this courage, walked up to her and asked for a word with her.
Everything fell into place- Her gang of giggling friends stepped aside seeing the intent on the boy's face and she was happily taken aback, seeing him after a long time. All inhibitions were put to rest. They chatted for quite a while, in that serene setting, oblivious of the hooting and whistling from his friends behind the trees and the knowing glances and giggles from her friends. Time again proved the villain as she had to leave urgently but this time, he wanted to initiate contact through a modern day invention known as e-mail. The boy carefully noted down her strange-sounding e-mail address in his mind and went back with a permanent smile on his lips.
The boy felt light. Yes, it was the lightness of love- that feeling of floating around in the fresh morning air like a white feather upon a garden in full bloom, emanating the richest of fragrances and glowing in the golden glow of the morning sun. He could feel a bubble inside his chest; a happy bubble infusing every bit of wellness possible in the world to his heart. That night, he had the most amazing dream that he had ever had. He dreamed of holding her hand and walking on a green meadow tipped with morning dew and the cool, still air of morning under a blue, cloudless sky.
"to be continued...."
Post Date : March 27, 2013 - 1: 55 pm, on an empty stomach
"....continues..."
With his new acquisition- the fancy but weird-sounding e-mail id, the boy went about his pre-ordained task, armed with the latest of technology at that point of time, in the form of a dial-up internet connection. He laid down all his intent and resolve into a few words in his e-mail which would have put many a business manager to shame for its clarity of message and crispness of thought. He clicked send and waited.
And Wait, he did. He did wait for more than a year. He had grown paranoid in the meanwhile and had tried initiating contact with her through her friend's friend of the umpteenth degree until he found out that the proclaimed maximum of '7 degrees of separation' between one dude smoking weed on the top of Mt. Everest and another one clearing sea weed from the depths of Mariana Trench, is just another scientific hogwash to console these desperate romantic souls who find succour in those innumerable mushy movies of old.
After more than a year of desperation, the thought struck him finally that he might have heard the e-mail id wrongly and may be, he could have been pouring his heart out to some psychotic serial killer in the dangerous suburbs of LA. In any case, the id was fancy and weird enough to have been taken up by any crazy, convoluted soul on this planet. With a new fear in his mind that all his heart-rending communication since THAT day could have gone to a complete stranger or worse still, reached nobody in the cyber world, he gave it one more try. He changed one word in the id and replaced it with a homophone, a digit.
With newly-formed butterflies in his stomach and twinkling stars in his eyes and amidst a shower of white flowers sent from Above by his usual band of well-wisher White Fairies, he clicked 'Send' again. And again and yet again, just in case the dial-up or Yahoo! ditched him. The romantic interlude by the fairies ended and we were back in real world.
Yet another agonizing wait (how many more can any protagonist take?). One fine Friday, he logs into this account and lo, there it is.
On the sad occasion of the 9th death anniversary of his first pet cat and one of his best friends, the reply came floating over thousands of miles in cyberworld and chose to enter his dreary inbox on the anniversary of one of the most tragic days of his un-eventful life till now. Talk about injustice in this world.
"Again, to be continued..."
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