My first day at office... I was with a then colleague and now friend... we entered the premises... IDBI Bank's main branch in Nagpur. Everybody seemed to be hard-working, hiding their true selves behind the masks of a busy schedule...
As my nature, my zodiac and my interest pushed me... pushed me hard to answer the call of my cupid instincts… I searched for the prettiest face around and being from Delhi and after being with Delhi girls, I found none... Met everyone, shook hands bearing a smiling face... Noticed some guys of my age who could probably be my future friends but still no pretty damsel around... "God!! Could this be the start of my never ending lonerism"... I asked myself and being in an unknown city... no voice came from me too...
Somehow, half of the day passed and we were sitting on the one table that was allotted temporarily to 6 of us MCG people… it was then that I noticed a female voice that did not register in my mind while meeting everyone… and from the side of my eye I noticed a pair of sexy looking feet that passed by… Man!! I felt like turning there & then and asking "Hi, I am Dushyant, are you single?" but somehow I remembered that it was my first day in the office and my BH was giving us an overview about the nature of our would-be profiles… After a while, when things got eased, I slowly turn around pretending to take a look at the branch, and noticed Ms. sexy feet (this is how we will refer to her in this blog hereafter)… She was a fair, slim, pretty and serious looking girl… with her two big eyes stuck into the computer and having an irritating mobile ring tone that rang like a train whistle…I thought why is it that I missed out the only-pretty-girl in the office while introduction..? Who is going to introduce me to her now as I can't ask people to introduce me to the prettiest chick in the office on the very first day…? I thought that I will somehow get introduced in a day or two… But the Devil's love for me did not let me talk to her for one reason or another on any goddamn day.
It became a routine then; we used to sit nearby… had some common friends… had lunch together most of the times… but NEVER EVER talked… after almost one month it seemed as if everyone in the office talked to everyone except me and her. I even visited her orkut profile twice so that she could see my name in the recent visitors and get a hint of the alliance that I was trying to create… but no use… Sometimes I got a feeling that she is snobbish and adorn an attitude issue because I never saw her being over-friendly with anyone… not even girls... and this, to my dismay, gave me a hint that the girl had a boyfriend… because she never looked at me also. Although we had our share of encounters in pantry, like her taking my seat as I went to get more lunch etc. or talking about me to our common friends that I got to know later.
She left the office sharp at 6.30 pm... Thereby erasing all the chances of me approaching her after office coz I never got free before 7.00 pm. Sometimes, I would wonder if I am so un-noticeable that I dint observe her watching at me even once OR probably she had some Greek god kinda boyfriend who leaves no scope for her to wander around… but that kinda guy in Nagpur?? Err... Kill me!!!
Everything said and done… my awesome stay in Nagpur got over in exactly in two months as I got my transfer orders for Aurangabad and I left, sadly… biding good-bye to all my friends and having a minute grudge of missing out on a pretty girl.
Anyways, I reached Aurangabad, got settled and one fine day I visited a cyber café to check my mails and to my utmost amusement I saw an orkut notification sayin' "Ms. sexy feet has sent you a friend request"… I immediately logged on to orkut and found that it was actually her… I felt a bit happy which was immediately followed by a feeling of dilemma as I realized that I was then in Aurangabad which was about 550 kms away from Nagpur. I cursed my stars.
The very next day I mailed her from the office id... Hoping that the friend request isn’t just a prank played by someone from her id… it wasn’t.
Subsequently, we started to talk over mails… it was more a kind of a chat on the official server… then started the era of ip messaging which led to minor flirting that subsequently led me to the ascertain the fact that she could flirt as well… now, what do I have here? A pretty looking girl… having sexy limbs ;)… nice eyes… and above all, one who can talk well, to the point, without blabbering and flirt at the same time… a rare combo I must admit.
But, as they say, there are no free lunches in this world… all these qualities came with a price… a price that I sometimes paid by compromising with my otherwise huge ego… a price that generated from unreasonable attitude and untimely frequent anger that demanded me as a bait. However, arguments lead to better understanding of each other I guess… as it happened in this case.
Cordiality swept slowly into our friendship… we became fond of each other… Messaging her on ip was the first thing that I did every morning after starting my pc… we chatted the entire day… fought… then again fought… then discussed why we fought… and then after the apologies, went home happily… not realizing the outcomes.
Meanwhile, in the process, I got two know that she has a boyfriend whom she plans to marry… and although she was not my girlfriend, I did not feel jolly about the entire thing… she sent me the snap of him and I regretted more because of the eternally absurd feeling of being superior to every guy who is associated with a pretty girl, lingering within me… that too without actually knowing the nature of the person.. But that is how I am made, or built may be… cant really change it even now.
Anyways, let's not discuss the constituents of my characteristics and concentrate on what I am trying to elaborate.
So, the chatting continued for months and unknowingly I started to miss her presence when she wasn't there…can't really comment about her side of story regarding this status of affairs. Meanwhile I also made a girlfriend, ironically from Delhi, and one whom I liked a lot since I don’t know when… Please don’t be surprised, I have this capability of liking more than one girl at a time and then choosing the one that gels the best with me… but this case was different as I liked some girl in Delhi but I loved talking to this dame in Nagpur and the best part… I wasn't confused at all… I thought I had it all figured out… and I was in for some mind-jolting truths for future.
So…fights stopped and the season of secret sharing started between us… we shared light things and dark and they remained within us… till date.
Meanwhile, I visited Nagpur for branch inauguration and I invited her to meet in the branch as she did not want to meet alone… I wanted to. She came, looking nice and pretty and for the first time we talked face to face… It was awesome… I actually appreciated the fact that she came all the way, postponing her wedding shopping, to some non-concerned branch opening, just to meet me.
We talked… there were people around… but we talked… not much though… but the best part is that we TALKED… I mean instead of ip messenger… WE were TALKING.
It felt nice… I don’t mean to boast around but in spite of being a bit nervous myself, I dint even gave her a minute hint that I am nervous… She was. But I leveled her nervousness out within a matter of minutes.
I observed her closely that day and couldn’t help noticing the glow on her face (was it because she was talking to me or because it was her marriage in a few months? I wondered!!), her velvety touch as we shook hand (I wanted to hold them a bit longer), her vivid eyes, her perfectly lined teeth, her slim figure, several other characteristics like the confidence that she had in her eyes when she spoke while looking into mine, her low soft tone of voice, her weird but cute accent of Hindi and obviously her feet. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see all those things ever again so I captured that moment in my brain… err, or heart… whatever, I captured it.
Although we were together for half an hour or so which included intervention of other guys in our conversation, who wanted her attention, branch pooja etc. but I cherished that time to the fullest. As we were in the pooja, she indicated me that she was leaving; I went to escort her to the lift… although I pretended to be the eternal cool dude who is not affected by her departure but the fact remains that I was… Somehow I dint want her to leave… Somehow I wished that we could have a coffee somewhere… just the two of us… just one date… and somehow I felt that if I ask a girl out, who is about to get married, for just one date, she will definitely consider me to be desperate… and so there went my most awaited date of 3 months down the lift.
I went back… had a blast in Nagpur and came back to Aurangabad. All this while, her image kept tossing in my mind, my friends made fun of me but I hardly cared… I was in her awe. The chats, with Ms. Sexy feet, however got more intensified after the meet. One question pondered in my mind every now and then… does she also feel something about me or am I just an ip buddy for her…? it still remains.
She used to tell me about her wedding preparations and about her holiday plans… I used to listen and be happy… just because she was happy… and sometimes I pictured myself with her in those plans… Fantasizing doesn’t cost you anything …does it??
After a few more months, I went to Nagpur again… It was January and her wedding was scheduled for 1st week of February. I dint expect her to visit me this time… though I tried asking her once... but I was aware of the outcome so it dint disappoint me much. On the other hand, I couldn’t control my urge to see all those majestic expressions again so I visited the branch where she worked pretending that I have visited to meet my other friends. As I hugged a friend on entering the branch, I could clearly see from my goggled eyes that even without looking at me, Ms. Sexy Feet had already started to smile… I still wonder that from where she gets this acute ability to notice everything around her without letting the people know that they are being observed.
In any case, I don’t have this ability because I do things flamboyantly as I went straight to her desk and greeted her with a handshake… She was looking great and this time I knew that the glow was because of her upcoming marriage. For some reason, she kept smiling continuously and I couldn’t remove my eyes from her… although she dressed ethnically and absolutely covered, but she seemed to be oozing with awesome sex appeal to me that day… I never expressed it as she wasn’t my girl friend. We talked about some things trying not to discuss about our ip messages or anything personal… Her smiling continued and after a while, she presented me with her wedding card.
After reading up to here, you must be thinking that the card must have broken my heart or something… chill… nothing of such sort happened… However, I left the card in Nagpur only before coming to Aurangabad… trying to run away from reality… my old sport.
I was so engrossed in talking and observing her happiness that the card dint affect me much… in fact I got this absurd feeling of kissing her there and then… a long, closely held, totally swooning kiss and I would have given her the exact idea of my feelings about her… in one shot flat… had I gotten a chance to do so, I would have put in all my lifetime experience of kissing a girl… which is, mind you, not less ;)
But NOTHING like this happened and again after having an awesome stay in Nagpur, I came back to Aurangabad.
January ended and her wedding day arrived, I was in my office and all of my close friends who got attracted to Ms. Sexy Feet for one or the other time, teased each other… I also did.
She got married… without going on even a single date with me… SHE GOT MARRIED…
I don’t know what I feel for her but I still long for that date… but on the same note I wonder why I dint feel bad about her marriage… it is confusing but I don’t think about it now… We are friends and that thing within me still remains the same or probably stronger… simple principle of an ultra complicated relationship…
She happy, Me happy…
