Naah. She ain't dead. Yet. Neither is she close to it.She is hale and hearty and in the bestest of times, as ever any. She is a charming take of beauty, brains and humor. A personality who brought laughters and joy and happiness. A hare in this world of tortoises, who shellshocked them out of their lethargy and made them dance (albeit slowly and left footed). She was something amazing.
I promise to tell her tales and exploits to my grandchildren. I promise to remember her wisecracks and wisequacks and smile in my rather stiff lipped manner, leaving people wondering, as to what the reason for my bemusement is. I promise her to get her out of my system, as soon as possible and that is the reason why I scribble on. Ah, another promise, I hope I coul dnot keep. That's me. Fighting myself all the way.
when I first met her, or should it be "when we first met". It was a dark, dank thursday afternoon and a timid me, was being interrogated by a belligerent few, snappy like Roosters. Walk in, a bunch of amazingly coy and demure girls, nosing for some "hot" stuff. The interrogation ceases and the Roosters leave proudly strutting around once, as if to do the mating dance. Now it was all me, feeling naked and abunch of laughter torn females. what heaven!! I order a few samosas and sit in a corner and Be-lo, two damsels come right at me. Usual pleasantries exchanged, the interrogation starts again. Either it's the bland samosas or the tangy chutney, I get my wit and sarcasm back. And they are treated to some amazing replies. More laughs and half an hour later, I return triumphant ( at least in my eyes).
Joining mid-session in Tenth, is not a good experience. Exams, results, preparation,board, wait and the results are mighty good. Third rank in whole of eastern zone.
Hardly anybody knew me and I knew nobody. Suddenly everybody knew nobody and anybody who met nobody had somebody to introduce him to. Nobody in his languid manner, eased himself out of such situations, till one of the damsels who rescued him when in distress, chatted late with him, took him to Kwality's and let him have his "Canada Dry". It was Nobody's lucky day.
More chats later, I get invited to a "white" party. I hardly had anything white to wear. So I wore the lightest shade clothes I had and there I was, An ugly duckling in company of white swans. Then she walked upto me and puts a white scarf on my shoulders and led me in. And was it alive. Life had music, food and juice. And dance. that was as good as it gets. Nothing quite like the tango in "Scent of a Woman", but the effect on me was magical. Ohh, can I, forget that beautiful time.
(to be continued)
I promise to tell her tales and exploits to my grandchildren. I promise to remember her wisecracks and wisequacks and smile in my rather stiff lipped manner, leaving people wondering, as to what the reason for my bemusement is. I promise her to get her out of my system, as soon as possible and that is the reason why I scribble on. Ah, another promise, I hope I coul dnot keep. That's me. Fighting myself all the way.
when I first met her, or should it be "when we first met". It was a dark, dank thursday afternoon and a timid me, was being interrogated by a belligerent few, snappy like Roosters. Walk in, a bunch of amazingly coy and demure girls, nosing for some "hot" stuff. The interrogation ceases and the Roosters leave proudly strutting around once, as if to do the mating dance. Now it was all me, feeling naked and abunch of laughter torn females. what heaven!! I order a few samosas and sit in a corner and Be-lo, two damsels come right at me. Usual pleasantries exchanged, the interrogation starts again. Either it's the bland samosas or the tangy chutney, I get my wit and sarcasm back. And they are treated to some amazing replies. More laughs and half an hour later, I return triumphant ( at least in my eyes).
Joining mid-session in Tenth, is not a good experience. Exams, results, preparation,board, wait and the results are mighty good. Third rank in whole of eastern zone.
Hardly anybody knew me and I knew nobody. Suddenly everybody knew nobody and anybody who met nobody had somebody to introduce him to. Nobody in his languid manner, eased himself out of such situations, till one of the damsels who rescued him when in distress, chatted late with him, took him to Kwality's and let him have his "Canada Dry". It was Nobody's lucky day.
More chats later, I get invited to a "white" party. I hardly had anything white to wear. So I wore the lightest shade clothes I had and there I was, An ugly duckling in company of white swans. Then she walked upto me and puts a white scarf on my shoulders and led me in. And was it alive. Life had music, food and juice. And dance. that was as good as it gets. Nothing quite like the tango in "Scent of a Woman", but the effect on me was magical. Ohh, can I, forget that beautiful time.
(to be continued)
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