‘Cinderella wait’, was the call from the charming prince but she didn’t. The only thing that was running in her mind was that she should leave the place by 12 else the wish granted by the fairy would lose its power. She ran from the place, but the prince somehow got her shoes and the next day after a big search he found the exact leg for the shoe and it was Cinderella. They were married and lived happily thereafter. Wow! What an amazing fairly tale I said to myself after I completed reading. There are even people who can get beautiful girls just by finding the right leg for the shoe he got. Hmmm may be certainly that too if your time is really good, and moreover if you are smart, suave and on top of that if you are really blessed. But what about those remaining guys like me. Are we cursed? No it’s just that we aren’t blessed. Grrr… that again conveys the same meaning. Ok whatever be it, I’m not going to lose neither my hope nor confidence in finding my Cinderella.
Right from my teenage, till now I’ve done all the possible stunts and buffoon behaviors just to get these beautiful girls attention. But to be frank not even at single instance it has worked out well for me. It was during my 11th standard; as soon as I came out of the tuition I got into my cycle and started to drive it in a way even a clown driving in ‘Raj kamal Circus’ would have stood for a moment and admired me. I never used to hold the handle bar while driving my cycle rather used to comb my hair with my hands trying to get attention. There was this beautiful girl from my tuition who drove along with me, told something and went in a flash. Before I could ask her what she said I found myself in a ditch. Hmmm this is where inside the ditch I realized that she said “Watch out, there is a ditch on your way”. Grrr… I won’t forget her; she was the first one who ditched me.
My college life was a little better I should say. It was during my second year of college life and as usual I was having tea alone sitting in the canteen. It was a corner table with two seats meant especially for couples that’s what these people have framed. A junior girl of mine came towards me and asked “Excuse me…” before she could complete I took the advantage and told her to take the seat as I don’t have any objection. Oh my god what a beauty so pity not have a seat for drinking even a cup of tea was the way I thought. But she retorted saying “Excuse me brother do you mind giving this table for me and my boy friend”. Yeah yeah again wearing the same clown mask I replied back “Of course sister that’s the least possible thing I could ever do” and I moved away from that place. Well this was my second encounter but the first one was the highlight.
I couldn’t able to forget the incident that happened, but I’m glad that there was no one present in the canteen at that time because it’s about my respect and image. My mom always used to torture me for accompanying with her for purchases. There was one big supermarket near to our place and when I once found that there are good looking babes coming to that place I never said ‘No’ to my mom. It was a Saturday and more than usual the supermarket was flocked with lots of people especially young girls with their moms. When enquired it was for the exciting offers they had put. There were almost 75-100 good looking girls and there was this offer running in my mind “Beautiful offers (babes) hurry offer valid only till stocks lasts.” I had put the iPod and was wearing coolers so as to make sure that no one knew who I’m looking at. I asked my mom to carry her shopping and I was waiting near the billing counter. I felt someone tapping my shoulders, I turned back and I saw a nymphet standing there. Oh my god I can feel 1000’s of violins being played, angels in white dress rounding her up, rose’s downpour and I’m floating 2 feet above the ground. She asked me something having a blue plastic bottle in her hand. I removed my ear phones to hear what she had said. She again asked “Is this scrubber free with this Harpic”. “What” I yelled at her, her face turned small and she turned back and whispered to her granny saying “Poor Guy he can’t able to hear properly.” Her granny in turn shouted back at me saying “Is this scrubber free with this Harpic toilet cleaner” which got almost everyone’s attention. I can’t take this anymore and told her that I’m not a sales person and even I’m a customer. Instead of asking sorry the old women made fun of me saying why I’m wearing the same color t-shirt which even the sales guy was wearing.
All this while she was standing behind her granny and was laughing to the maximum extent. I disappeared from that place after this catastrophic disaster. This was my third encounter and I couldn’t ask for more. After this incident I made sure that I didn’t wear that t-shirt at any cost. A few days later I had been to footwear showroom where I saw her for the second time. She was trying different kinds of slippers, and I directly went towards her and was about to say “Excuse me, look I’m not a sales man working here as well, so please….” But as soon as I started “Excuse me...” she didn’t even lift her head and replied back saying “Can I get size 7.” Dishoom was the sound heard in the back ground; it was like digging my own grave by paying advance. I didn’t move from that place rather stood still there until she looked at me. She immediately said “I’m really sorry, I never thought you are working here, I mistook you as a salesman working in that super market” I couldn’t resist that, everywhere she is taking for granted that I’m a salesman. “Listen you’ve mistaken again, I’m not working here as well.” She burst into laughter and even apologized for her misunderstanding.
Before she was about to leave from that place she called me and wanted to tell something, I thought man now I have a chance. She said “Tomorrow I would be going to the Coffee shop in RK road, so…” before she could complete I thought she wanted me to join her, hmmm things can work out well after misunderstanding as well. But as usual I was wrong; she completed that by saying “so please don’t be there, so that I won’t again confuse you as a waiter working there.” No comments, can it get better than this. “Mam can you update this sheet with your name, contact number and address, so that we can revert back once we get size 7” was the call from the REAL salesperson this time. She did as asked and went off giving me a smile. Oh My God, that was so beautiful that, I wanted to compare it with something, and yeah it was so beautiful than her eyes, coz that’s the beautiful thing I’ve seen so far. I immediately went to the store keeper and somehow after a long time I got her address and contact number and even enquired where can I find the same slipper of size 7.
Even my story is like Cinderella, with a slight modification. I’ve found the leg I mean leg of my girl and all I need is to get the slipper that’s it. Next day I got the slippers got it gift packed and directly went to her house. She was shocked to see me, but at the same time she was surprisingly happy that I got the slippers for her. She invited me inside and offered me Tea. She then told her mom about me and all those funny incidents that happened. Suddenly her granny (the perfect villain) came downstairs and started asking “Oh, so you happened out to be a courier boy.” This won’t stop I said to myself. Soon our family got introduced; we got married and lived happily thereafter.
“What so soon the story has ended, without any crisps?” “Is that the question that is running in your mind readers?” well I can say even mine is a short fairy tale and moreover I can’t take more encounters. So this is it. At last I’ve found my Cinderella, we got married and lived happily thereafter.
~ THE END ~
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
My Beautiful Research
My area of interests is quite different from others. The research for this study started sometime back when I was in my college. I thought of making a short film on this topic but was not able convince rather explain my views to people who already seems to have a preconceived idea about this topic. Sometimes I doubt whether I was wrong in taking this topic. The first person who injected this thought in my mind was my grandmother. She used to tell various stories which were impossible to believe and I was inclined to this topic right from my childhood, but my aspirations to do a research came soon after my granny’s demise. I’ve even tried it out in some situations but it hasn’t worked.
It was almost 12.30 pm and I was driving my bike along a deserted road. Usually this road is not deserted, but since it was a second Saturday and summer was its peak this was quite obvious. No one would dare to come out in this hot sun especially for 2 reasons, the first being complexion and the second was health. But for me it didn’t matter much. My body would adopt to any condition and for complexion hmmm… who cares. There were two things I was fascinated one of course being my bike and other being girls. This road is a big stretch and there are around 2-3 colleges in this road. I sometimes used to take this route if I happen to see some colors. There had been some rumors about this road and I found that interesting.
“The woods were lovely dark and deep, But I have miles to go…” yeah this is how the road was and I couldn’t find a better line to describe this route. It was altogether a same experience for me and nothing was new in it. It happened all of sudden, a small change in weather, a gentle breeze during this part of the season and all top of that a nymphet standing along the road side asking me for a lift by waving her hand. It was for me and I knew that since there was no one else on the road. I was a bit circumspect when I was about to reach near her. There were quite a few doubts at the back of my mind. One was whether she might be a wrong girl or it’s some kind of ploy to rob me. I had almost slowed down by bike and stopped in front of her.
All my guesses were wrong. She had missed the 11.30 bus and had been waiting for nearly 1 and half hours for the bus. She didn’t even get an auto and was a little bit worried in getting home. I thought there was no harm in helping her especially a beautiful girl who would miss this kind of chance. She was not scared waiting alone for such a long time and that was something uncertain from a girl’s point of view. May be of the Jhansi rani category I thought and gave her lift. It was such a beautiful experience driving a bike with a girl by your side in a lonely road. I couldn’t ask for more. It was the first time in my life I’m travelling with a girl in my bike.
I was waiting for her to start a conversation and she did as expected. She studied in one of the colleges down the road and this road was the beautiful place she liked. She was the only daughter and of course a beautiful daughter any parents could have. Her voice was so sweet and clear. She had a very bright face, as if someone is holding a 100 watts bulb near her face to make it look brighter. A cute smile of course along with big eyes. She reminded me of one of old cinema heroine’s but to me she was a modern beauty. Soon she started asking about me and likings. I thought there was nothing wrong in telling her because beauty dominates. I started telling her about me and once I completed, I had nothing more to tell so started telling her about my interests.
I should say the first person who showed some interest and was really admired was her. She liked it and even she added few of her thoughts which I found realistic and was close to my so called research. We even exchanged mobile numbers and I was very much happy since I found someone who lauded at my interests. We are crossing a burial ground and I could hear her moan. I thought she didn’t like the smell of smoke coming out from there since no one does. Though she could speak clearly I can feel there was something disturbing her but the sounds of bell coming from the nearby temple made her totally dumb. I asked what was the problem with her and she said that she was from different cast and she doesn’t like to hear those sounds. How weird? Yeah that’s the way I thought and even felt she would be more attached to her religion.
I couldn’t turn my head each time to see her face, so I adjusted my rear mirror to focus her face. But before I could do we were hit by a fast driving car and it went off from that place in a flash. We fell down and I had just minor injuries and my rear mirror was also broken. She was not injured which was a bit of surprise but I thanked god for that else I would have held responsible for careless driving. She asked to me drive carefully as she held me by my shoulders. I thought now I may go really out of control driving the bike, I don’t know she somehow understood that and took her hands from my shoulders. The moment she took her hands my shirt got stuck in her nails and got torn. I was worried since it was my birthday shirt but again beauty dominates. I thought I couldn’t take any more since we had already survived from an accident in a road which was empty till that time. It was the first time I had met with an accident since I bought the bike. There had not even been a small scratch but now my mirror got broken.
It was quite an unusual birthday experience for me. We finally were nearing the end of the road before a turn. She asked me to stop the bike and would walk the remaining distance but I insisted that I would drop her till her place. But before I could get her nod, my tyre got punctured and we both have to walk. She took a small right and told that her house is quite nearby and she can manage. She walked a few steps, turned back and thanked me for the ride. I smiled as she continued, she told it was her first … but before I could hear I was disturbed by the horn of a truck. I thought she would have said her first ride with a guy. Anyways now I need to find a mechanic shop to fix up my tyre and I found one almost 2 kms from that place. I was a little bit surprised when the mechanic told that my tyre was not punctured as he inflated air. I thought its right time for me to give by bike for service. Instead of going to my home, I went to the same right turn which she took to have a look at her house. But to my surprise there was no houses in that road and it was just a small dead end. There was a gate at the end which was a small entrance to same burial grounds which we saw a few meters back. I didn’t even spare a minute to stay there and was off in a flash. While driving back home only I realized that perhaps she would have said that it was her first death anniversary. Oh my god what a great escape.
I reached home a bit late on that day. I directly went to my room and changed my clothes and went for sleep. Next day morning my dad woke me up and was about to scold me for the scratches and the broken mirror in the bike which he noticed while washing the bike. I called both my dad and mom and told them what had really happened the day before. Both were surprised and shocked, my mom immediately tied a red color rope in my right hand and that was her belief. Alas! That’s the best thing I can tell them for escaping from my careless driving. At last I felt even more relieved that my research on effective lies has worked out well this time.
It was almost 12.30 pm and I was driving my bike along a deserted road. Usually this road is not deserted, but since it was a second Saturday and summer was its peak this was quite obvious. No one would dare to come out in this hot sun especially for 2 reasons, the first being complexion and the second was health. But for me it didn’t matter much. My body would adopt to any condition and for complexion hmmm… who cares. There were two things I was fascinated one of course being my bike and other being girls. This road is a big stretch and there are around 2-3 colleges in this road. I sometimes used to take this route if I happen to see some colors. There had been some rumors about this road and I found that interesting.
“The woods were lovely dark and deep, But I have miles to go…” yeah this is how the road was and I couldn’t find a better line to describe this route. It was altogether a same experience for me and nothing was new in it. It happened all of sudden, a small change in weather, a gentle breeze during this part of the season and all top of that a nymphet standing along the road side asking me for a lift by waving her hand. It was for me and I knew that since there was no one else on the road. I was a bit circumspect when I was about to reach near her. There were quite a few doubts at the back of my mind. One was whether she might be a wrong girl or it’s some kind of ploy to rob me. I had almost slowed down by bike and stopped in front of her.
All my guesses were wrong. She had missed the 11.30 bus and had been waiting for nearly 1 and half hours for the bus. She didn’t even get an auto and was a little bit worried in getting home. I thought there was no harm in helping her especially a beautiful girl who would miss this kind of chance. She was not scared waiting alone for such a long time and that was something uncertain from a girl’s point of view. May be of the Jhansi rani category I thought and gave her lift. It was such a beautiful experience driving a bike with a girl by your side in a lonely road. I couldn’t ask for more. It was the first time in my life I’m travelling with a girl in my bike.
I was waiting for her to start a conversation and she did as expected. She studied in one of the colleges down the road and this road was the beautiful place she liked. She was the only daughter and of course a beautiful daughter any parents could have. Her voice was so sweet and clear. She had a very bright face, as if someone is holding a 100 watts bulb near her face to make it look brighter. A cute smile of course along with big eyes. She reminded me of one of old cinema heroine’s but to me she was a modern beauty. Soon she started asking about me and likings. I thought there was nothing wrong in telling her because beauty dominates. I started telling her about me and once I completed, I had nothing more to tell so started telling her about my interests.
I should say the first person who showed some interest and was really admired was her. She liked it and even she added few of her thoughts which I found realistic and was close to my so called research. We even exchanged mobile numbers and I was very much happy since I found someone who lauded at my interests. We are crossing a burial ground and I could hear her moan. I thought she didn’t like the smell of smoke coming out from there since no one does. Though she could speak clearly I can feel there was something disturbing her but the sounds of bell coming from the nearby temple made her totally dumb. I asked what was the problem with her and she said that she was from different cast and she doesn’t like to hear those sounds. How weird? Yeah that’s the way I thought and even felt she would be more attached to her religion.
I couldn’t turn my head each time to see her face, so I adjusted my rear mirror to focus her face. But before I could do we were hit by a fast driving car and it went off from that place in a flash. We fell down and I had just minor injuries and my rear mirror was also broken. She was not injured which was a bit of surprise but I thanked god for that else I would have held responsible for careless driving. She asked to me drive carefully as she held me by my shoulders. I thought now I may go really out of control driving the bike, I don’t know she somehow understood that and took her hands from my shoulders. The moment she took her hands my shirt got stuck in her nails and got torn. I was worried since it was my birthday shirt but again beauty dominates. I thought I couldn’t take any more since we had already survived from an accident in a road which was empty till that time. It was the first time I had met with an accident since I bought the bike. There had not even been a small scratch but now my mirror got broken.
It was quite an unusual birthday experience for me. We finally were nearing the end of the road before a turn. She asked me to stop the bike and would walk the remaining distance but I insisted that I would drop her till her place. But before I could get her nod, my tyre got punctured and we both have to walk. She took a small right and told that her house is quite nearby and she can manage. She walked a few steps, turned back and thanked me for the ride. I smiled as she continued, she told it was her first … but before I could hear I was disturbed by the horn of a truck. I thought she would have said her first ride with a guy. Anyways now I need to find a mechanic shop to fix up my tyre and I found one almost 2 kms from that place. I was a little bit surprised when the mechanic told that my tyre was not punctured as he inflated air. I thought its right time for me to give by bike for service. Instead of going to my home, I went to the same right turn which she took to have a look at her house. But to my surprise there was no houses in that road and it was just a small dead end. There was a gate at the end which was a small entrance to same burial grounds which we saw a few meters back. I didn’t even spare a minute to stay there and was off in a flash. While driving back home only I realized that perhaps she would have said that it was her first death anniversary. Oh my god what a great escape.
I reached home a bit late on that day. I directly went to my room and changed my clothes and went for sleep. Next day morning my dad woke me up and was about to scold me for the scratches and the broken mirror in the bike which he noticed while washing the bike. I called both my dad and mom and told them what had really happened the day before. Both were surprised and shocked, my mom immediately tied a red color rope in my right hand and that was her belief. Alas! That’s the best thing I can tell them for escaping from my careless driving. At last I felt even more relieved that my research on effective lies has worked out well this time.
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