I always knew I was great at writing, but nothing inspired me enough to start writing! Never thought that I would write my debut article about a girl at four in the morning...so just spare me your cheesy grin and allow me to Debate the age old topic: Does 'True Love' really exist?
When I was in my 10th standard, my English teacher brought up the topic of ‘True Love’ in one of her so called literature-enriching classes, as the part of her yearlong choking class discussion’s. People went crazy over the authenticity of its existence and the whole class was divided in two: “The people who thought they had already found their true love and would slit the throats of anyone in ‘cold blood’ who dared convince them otherwise” and “The people who thought that it didn’t exist and would do the same as their ruthless counterparts”. I was leading the latter ones. Of course, the decision of who won the debate is again – debatable: but I do have a blur memory of how it ended. Having heard the endless drivels and shenanigans from both the sides with utmost sincerity and amazingly elevated attention, the teacher concluded diplomatically, “You will never know whether you are in True love or you just slipped on the banana peel, it’s just that how it ends that matters”. Now to tell you the truth, it sure was deep, but on the other hand, “YOU DON’T SAY THAT KINDA SHIT TO A CLASS FULL OF TENDER MINDS….WHO KNOWS HOW IT WILL SCREW YOU GROWING UP!”
Now that happened eons ago. I have had a series of meaningless relationships and a couple of flings, but nothing serious as such. I am in college and these are the best days of my life, or should I say, were the best days of my life. Nowadays, it’s just the ceiling fan and me on dark gloomy nights - in solitude. And yes, it’s because of a stupid GIRL. And yes again: she is STUPID.
It all started seven months ago. I was at a stationary shop in my college waiting to buy a pen. That’s a pretty rare incident for a guy like me- to be buying pens, but you will have to buy the story, that’s all I have to offer.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a kind-of pretty girl enters the shop with her entourage with an attitude as if she owned the place. Now, it’s not that I hadn't seen more beautiful girls than her or something, but I just had a moment with her which was going to define the series of illogical steps I was going to take in the next few days. We exchanged a glance, more like a look, or it was pretty much a glance I guess: but that was it. It was all that took to freeze time for me. I felt as if I went from a handsome stud to a retard in just a few nanoseconds- the time period of the glance. I stood there like a cow gaping with eyes wide open as if I had just seen, or rather, committed a heinous crime.
It was as if fate had decided to mess with my otherwise logically functioning head and 'Cupid' had taken personal care to intensify the effects. Now this was not normal, must say paranormal or quasi-normal (I am not sure if that’s a word but come on give me a break, and it’s four in the morning). I had seen a girl, she probably saw me, read PROBABLY SAW ME, and I was completely smitten by her presence. I didn’t even know her name. I just had her face, frozen in my memory for a long time to come. The first thing I tried was to find her name. It’s not difficult to get hold of a name when you have lots of girls as your friends in college. Her name was Sumedha( I tried Google translator to know the meaning of her name, but I guess it wasn’t that interested in helping me…after all a man in love is all by himself. Oh wait….did I just say the L-word out loud. It sounded a lot less cheesy in my head than on paper.)
Was this even love? This feeling of constant goofiness, non-sensical chatter in my head about wanting to know her more and more…was somehow killing me mentally. Now I knew, I wasn’t that tough as I always thought I was. This pretty-faced maiden had taken all my cognitive skills and equaled them to a tropical chimp and the best part is I allowed it to happen knowingly. I am still not sure if that’s the best or the worst part, yet.
Now I would rather want to skip the part about how I got her phone number and how I started talking to her, initially. This is a debate about TRUE LOVE, not FLIRT 101, so let’s just leave it at that, okay. But It was amazing, the feeling that she was going to call me or I was going to call her, that feeling. We used to find the stupidest topics to talk about, the ones I usually wouldn’t bother to give a thought in this life or the next. I was completely bowled over by her way of talking, the sound of her smile, the silly little syllables she used( Some of you morons will get what I am talking about…and you better wipe out that imbecile grin off your face, because you will be pretty disappointed with what came next.)
Now we had been talking on phone for about three weeks, and hadn’t met once, not once. So like a nice gentleman, I popped the question (No, not that question you dummies), “Can we meet tomorrow at that coffee shop round the corner?” There was an awkward silence for a moment, but it sure did feel like eternity; Einstein’s relativity had proved itself time and again. And then the reply,” I don’t know you that well!” Whoa…where was this coming from. I felt like a complete jackass for a moment: having lost half the sensory skills when I had fallen in love and the other half when I realized it wasn’t love at all, I pulled myself together and said some final parting words to this lady and we have never talked since then.
It’s been six long months, but I still can’t forget this girl. Now I really don’t know what happened to me in that long one month. I don’t know whether, it was true love or I had just slipped on the banana peel! Was she the one, THE ONE for me? Did I do everything right which I could have possibly done or I screwed it up in the end? Did I just lose the only true love of my life? Should I had been more patient and less egoistical; would I have her by my side by now? I personally feel the “What if?” questions most excruciating than the rest of them. What if, I had missed her by a couple of minutes on the first time in the stationary shop, would I ever experience that feeling again with someone else? What if she had said yes to meet me, would life be a lot different an experience than it is now? There are millions of unanswered questions with even more nonchalant chatter in my head right now, when I am writing this article, but the only question that matters is, “ Was it meant to be, or not?” And frankly speaking I don’t have a black and white answer to it.
Or is it really the end that matters? Should I wait for an end, if there is a one… or just let it go! Only dicey TIME will tell I guess…
*In sweet memory of all those who have loved and lost!