Saturday, November 13, 2010

The day when it rained mush...

Haven't been blogging for a while now. The irony of being a professional writer is that the buffer of creativity is so depleted from investing on our professional write-ups that anything extra seems a chore, something to do- that could potentially wait. However, in the myriad landscape of randomness and mediocrity, two shiny stars emerged today that need a mention- atleast a record so that years from now, I might look at this and marvel at what a hopeless romantic I was (am??).

First up, while heading to my office- the last stretch where I am huffing and puffing as I walk, I came across Jigesh and Deepa. Jigesh's booming Royal Enfield got my attention before they actually came into view. Ok…so you might be going…

Q-Who are Jigesh and Deepa?

A-Colleagues of mine from the NIM days. Both hail from Kerala and both were kind of silent, shy and casual. Somewhere along the path they hitched together and thus formed this cute couple that seems so perfect for each other.

Anyways, die mushy me...die...

So, they talk to me for a while and we are sharing stories (haven’t seen them in a while). Chemistry is something that cannot be generated, its gotta be a natural output when two people decide to take a genuine interest in each other. I am talking to them and I am feeling happy in turn- that the positivity and camaraderie shared by three friends, two of whom are displaying through their endearing charm that it’s a privilege to be in a relationship. Supposed cynics like me can stare and quote "that’s an exception", and for that they shall forgive me and try their best to make me see their point. Maybe, I am predisposed to shake off anything that seems complicated. Give me HIMYM and Pizza anyday…

Minutes later, at the office, Deeks informs me that our bro (shall not be named for just the sake of it) has finally broken the jinx and had a legible conversation with this 'girl'. The 'girl' in question had invaded our bro's defenses and the shy, pampered man that he is...needed a ton of coaxing to go have a chat. Just the day before I had been at my motivational best and related instances from antiquity and boring Bollywood movies about the merits of spilling it out when the time is right. Happy...like I just won a million dollar lottery...that’s what I felt when I heard the lovely news. Love, I assume is more of a contagion that is good to imagine as infecting you so that school could be missed. :)

Ah...It’s been a day of love. Of perfect people finding and basking in the perfect little story that the man upstairs wrote for them. For the briefest moment, I shall allow myself to think about the possibilities, the infinite joy of knowing that there is more to 'self’ than our little caged, idealistic existence. In a moment however, I shall cling back to my cynical, goofy self...for there is such a thing as destiny, only that I don’t believe it’s got anything special for me.

To all your little possibilities...Encore and Touché