Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part-Five

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                   "If you are in love...
                           Love like you'll never be hurt, 
                           You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,                                               
                           Sing like there's nobody listening, 
                          And live like it's heaven on earth." 

It was not as easy as I thought to come out of the shock that I have received on that day.
I was loosing confidence in myself as my mind was vacillating between quite a lot of negative and positive theories and calculations.
Spent most part of the night sleepless.
Woke up in the morning but decided not to go to college that day.
My friend who came to me was shocked to hear my decision.
I convinced him and in the name of college both of us went to a popular Hindi film”Deewar...."
We don't remember how many times both of us have seen that film earlier as we lost count of it...
Whereas I watch it any number of times for the great Amitabh Bachchan,my friend shall watch it for the vivacious Neetu Singh.
(While narrating a script when I told the legendary Mr.Amitabh Bachchan that I watched his “DEEWAR” in my Sixth class he smiled and said”you are reminding me my age”)
With the passing of the day I started mustering courage that gave me enough pep to go to the bus stop the next day..
My friend reminded me that as decided on that eventful Monday I shall go to the bus stop all alone and that he shall come to my Nizam college during the lunch hour to get the updates from me.
And on the morning of that Wednesday...
I woke up and for the first time prayed to God before leaving for the bus stop all alone...
Slowly reached the bus stop.
Went and sat on the iron bar.
And exactly at 9.10 A M...
I saw Ms.Gorgeous coming towards the bus stop.
As usual she came walking very slowly and settled on her throne.
There was a terrible silence in the bus stop at that  time.
Even the sound of the gentle breeze was clearly audible along with the sounds of the vehicle horns blown miles away.
Soothing my thoughts there was a mild fragrance gently circulating in the air.
I know that it was from the perfume Ms.Gorgeous uses.
Five minutes passed like that in all silence.
Only two of us were there in the bus stop.
As she was sitting behind me I have a feeling that she was watching me from behind.
I thought It is not as easy as we men think,to portray that bold look when we are actually alone in front of the girl whom we are trying to impress....
I was fully tensed up.
My mouth was drying up..
But I know I have to perform and impress her with my singing....
Counting ten to one on my fingers I tried to gather some courage and slowly started humming a song.
I thought I was humming but the tune was refusing to come out of my vocal chords.
I started motivating myself like fast bowler Sreeshanth does while bowling...
Just within myself... 
"Chalo one,two,three…
Once again…."
Once again the song refused to come out of the walls of my voice…
I tried again..
Vooohooo...tune not coming out..
"Iski maakaaa bosh…..."
No gaalis..I should be decent…
Have patience…try again…"
I was motivating and counseling myself
I did not complete…
Her bus came and without paying even a milligram of an attention to me she ffff..errr..went off….
I kicked the ground very hard.
Suddenly I heard someone laughing at me very loudly.
I also heard someone saying
”You idiot,a good for nothing fellaaaa”
I got up crossed the road and went to the opposite side of the bus stop.
From there looked carefully towards the bus stop.
No doubt....It is confirmed...The bus stop laughed and gave those compliments to me.
”Let me grow I shall definitely bombard this bus stop”.
With that statement I boarded the bus to my college.
In my college
We had a Persian Lecturer by name Zainab Arastu,who used to teach us English literature.
To say the least she was a Statue Of Venus made of marble stone.
Only after seeing her I could understand why Persians are rated as the most beautiful women in the world and why King Shajehan married a Persian beauty called Arjumand Banu Begum(Mumtaz Mahal) in whose memory he later built the famous Taj Mahal.
Attending her class and listening to Romantic poetry from her was always a pleasure and on that day it gave me some relief too.,,
During the lunch time...
My friend who came rushing to my college with all the excitement to hear some good things from me was disappointed with my narration..
He had to bear with my frustration by paying for the samosas and teas in my college canteen. 
Later my great friend offered me a cigarette. 
I have seen many heroes in many films lighting a cigarette in moods of frustration. 
I thought am no less than a hero.
Took it from my friend's hands.
Lighted it with as much style as possible and inhaled the smoke very deeply using all my physical energy...
That was the first and the last time I touched a cigarette in my life...
I almost died with that strong and pungent smoke of the cigarette traveling through all the holes of my body burning me alive..
And after that..
For a few minutes I was a laughing stock to all the other notorious gangs in the canteen.
One of them even said
”..Abey o dakkhan,..marjayegaa re…cigarette phookhna aata nahin toh humse poochte..khud ko kyun jala rahen ho..”
Since I was a very popular guy in the college, no one could dare to laugh loudly in front of me but I definitely heard a few giggles and a few in female voices too.
I....c..o..u..l..d not
Still coughing I shouted’’,,Tera baap ka kya jaara bey bose d k..chup baith na..."
He kept quite..
But can there be anything more brutally precarious situation than this for a popular teenager that too studying in a college known for educating the most beautiful and gorgeous girls of the city.
I thought my saga of problems is endless.
And as a result my friend had to pledge his gold ring to take me to a movie.
The next day I went to the bus stop as per my time.
She did not come. I waited for half an hour but she didn’t come.
That really surprised me.
Next day too she didn’t come.
That shocked me.
On the third day too she didn’t come.
I was terrified to say the least.
For the fourth consecutive day she didn’t turn up.
I started smelling something fishy.
As per the understanding I had with my friend I was going alone to the bus stop all the days. 
My friend used to come to my college.Hear my disappointment.Pacify me.And go home 
That is all.
He had done enough and what else can he do.
On the fifth day..
I was not interested in going to the college,but my friend literally pushed me out of my house.
Before leaving for the bus stop I offered prayers to almost all Gods of literally all religions in the world.
Then started walking slowly towards the bus stop.
Reached the bus stop.
Sat on the iron bar.Looked around....
No signs of her coming.
I was disappointed...Depressed..
I know that he who sings scares away his woes
At that point of time I did exactly that.
Very involuntarily started humming my favorite...
“Hai apna dil toh awara,na jane kis pe aayega”
Humming that famous Hemant Kumar song deep from my heart,I went into a world of my own.
Continued for a good two minutes.
I was alone in the bus stop enjoying the song.
With a sudden jerk...
I came into the normal world as the sound of a bus coming and stopping in front of me disturbed my rhythm...
I fully opened my eyes...
With some doubt knocking on the inner walls of my mind...
And with some familiar fragrance literally hugging me...
I turned my head..
And received the biggest..
Shockingly bigger than the biggest shock of my life...
I don’t know when she came.
Ms.Gogeous who was silently listening to my humming till that time,
Just got up from her throne..
Turned her head towards me...
Gave a very gentle smile...
Definitely in appreciation of my singing..
Still looking at me..
Slowly walked towards the bus,gently boarded it..
And after boarding..
Turned her head back..
Looked at me again,..
And again has thrown at me that invisible Monalisa sort of a smile...
Went inside and settled down in her seat..
It all happened in a few seconds...
As I was still looking at her in utter disbelief..
The bus slowly moved on and finally vanished out of my sight...
Oh.... My.......God...
I looked at the skies..
Found around thousand Moons and ten thousand Rainbows smiling at me..
Looked to my right....
Found foam filled waves of the Arabian Sea coming towards me..
Looked to my left..
Found Bay Of Bengal greeting me..
Looked down...
And found the beautiful Valley Of Flowers of the great Himalayas kissing my feet..
Oh God...
Whatttta feeling..
How to bear with this...
Then William Shakespeare appeared before me and described my feelings in his own inimitable style...
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
under the blossom that hangs on the bough..
Continued in "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part-Six"

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Four

                                           For it was not into my ear you whispered, 
                                           But into my heart.....
                                           It was not my lips you kissed, 
                                           But my soul.
                                                                 -George Bernard Shaw
“Today is the Day”…
That was the millionth time I told myself after waking up on that Monday morning as I was fully geared up to exhibit my singing talent before the great Ms.Gorgeous in the bus stop that day.
My friend is more tensed up than me as he could not sleep the whole previous night despite both of us consuming two bottles of beer each. That of course was with his money that was very successfully stolen from his beloved father’s purse.
My friend is a spiritual beast too and frightens Gods every morning with his boisterous prayers..He normally offers prayers to around a million Gods everyday, and on that particular day he must have definitely offered prayers to another ten million Gods of almost all religions in the world.
On the dotted line I was ready to leave for the bus stop and at that time he hurriedly came with his forehead adored with chandan and vibhuthi as if we were going to write our annual public exam.
I could not hide my laughter and told him..
“Abey saaley,we are not going to write any competitive bloody look like a cashier in an Udupi hotel..Remove it all and come normally..or else stay home,am not going to allow you to come like this”
“Do you know re tensed up am,..???This is a bigger exam than a competitive exam..we can write an exam after a year again,but this is not like that..Listen to me..I prayed to God for your success today..”..
He tried to convince me but I searched around the whole room and lifted my cricket bat from a corner..
He obliged and we ended up in the bus stop on time.
Ms.Gorgeous was yet to come as our waiting began.
In the meantime my friend asked me..
“Arey,what is the song you are going to sing today re..???”
“Jeevan se bhar teri aankhen”,I said quietly.
He said”oh that’s a good one..i too know that”
At that moment I was not aware of the disastrous consequences that were to follow as a result of that statement.--
“I too know that”,
And by the time I realized, it was too late and everything else later ended up in a flop show.
A completely terrible  fiasco.
As we were eagerly waiting in the bus stop,Ms.Gorgeous came on her time and as was her usual practice,decorated her throne in the bus stop-quite majestically.
I was sitting on the iron bar with my back facing her.My friend was standing diagonally opposite to me with his face towards me directly and towards her indirectly. 
I could see her movements through the bifocals my friend was wearing.
Time was passing too heavily as I was with a great difficulty resisting the temptation of biting my nails..
She was looking into the direction of the friend was looking at her and I was looking into my friend's glasses.
After a few minutes…
My friend looked at me and gave me the hint to begin singing.
I paused for a moment,recollected the song and after a while slowly began humming my favorite..
“Jeevan se bhari teri aankhen”.
I began in a very low and mild tone..My focus was completely on my singing..
And to my utter shock..It was at this moment that the most unexpected happened…
As soon as I started humming,my friend too started humming the same song along with me in his typically loud voice completely out of sync with my voice.His singing was so dirty and unbearable,any music fan would have bombarded and killed him on the spot for spoiling such a lovely song.
It was so nauseating and God knows what must be the reaction of Ms.Gorgeous...
With my eyes popping out,I stopped my humming suddenly,but my friend continued for a while... Then looked at me with a lot of confusion...And then decided to put a halt on his bulldozing voice..
Many of you must be knowing this famous Kishore Kumar song from “Safar” and almost all of you can imagine what sort of an idiotic comedy of errors that our combined singing must have turned out to be.
Must be a definite beggars show for sure...
That was not the end of my agony as it was at that moment that I received the biggest shock of my life that put all my hopes and dreams on Ms.Gorgeous in complete jeopardy.
Ms.Gorgeous,who was sitting silently in the bus stop till then,suddenly stood up and started walking towards the next bus stop called the engineering college bus stop.
In a great fit of shock I just remained watching her going away and vanishing out of our field of vision...
A big..big..bigggggg FFFFFFFFFFFFFF..
Could there be anything more shameless than this for me…????
Went dumb as my mind became completely numb for a few seconds.....
Seconds were passing..
Suddenly the whole bus stop and the trees around it heard that loud sound....
With my whole frame shivering with anger,shame and frustration I slapped my friend........
Really really slapped my friend......
And slapped very hard too.
“Abey D K Bose,who asked you to sing along with me.See how she ran away.It must be definitely her favorite song and unable to bear with your donkey singing she ran away.What a shame damned.”
Slapped again as I could not hide my frustration.
My friend,who was already shocked with her walking away is now more shocked with my slapping and I found tears in his eyes......
Holding my hands tightly,he said“Arey,sorry ra Balu(my pet name among family members and close child hood friends) we were used to singing together like this before too,I sang along with you..but how do I know that she will run away”
There was a lot of honesty and pain in his voice.He was very apologetic.
Trying to control myself I said “ok.ok..leave it … have spoiled everything..idiot..”
Almost weeping he was giving blank looks to me..
“And what if she doesn’t come to this bus stop tomorrow....and what if she goes to that engineering college bus stop every day” I said with still a great amount of anger in my voice.
Almost stammering he said“ willllll s…h….eeee go that faaaar everydayyyy...It is impppppossibleeee...You see she will come to this bus stop tomorrow and I bet on it.Let us wait and see"
“Abey listen to what am sayinggggg…She must be very irritated with us,gimme one reason why should she come to this bus stop again..”my argument continued...
“What is the big deal in that,we are any how shameless..we will go to engineering college bus stop”he said-this time with a wry smile.
That looked like a justifying conclusion for me.
After that..I remained silent  for almost ten minutes with many wild and link less thoughts crowding my mind… 
I know that men and women think differently at all times.The big difference is that- men forget, but never forgive while women forgive, but never forget....
My great friend has no guts to disturb me and remained silent looking at me with a sort of a suspicion..
After all that heavy silence he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea..
“Arey Balu,we shall do one thing..I will not come to this bus stop from tomorrow for at least a week or ten days..I will some how come to college come here every day alone and then--only you will be visible to her..only two of you will be there in the bus stop and that privacy may be helpful to both of you..I know she is only irritated with me and definitely not with you..and if she finds that am not here she will definitely come to this bus stop again,which again is beneficial to you and you can still impress her with your singing..what do you say..????”
With a question mark face he was looking eagerly into my eyes for a reply..
Oh my,My,My..Whatta a friend I have..
Which friend in this world shall say this..
“Itz brilliant” I said happily.
I was filled with joy and thrilled with his idea...
Enjoyed that moment silently for a while..
Later I looked at my friend....
And looked deep into his eyes.
First thankfully,then sadly,then emotionally.
And finaly apologetically.
All my tension fizzled out as I smiled at him.
How lucky am to have such a friend who thinks so much about me and only about me
By offering two beers that evening I have apologized to my friend very sincerely..
Beer bill was mine…Now please do not ask me how I could manage to pay that bill.
After that I was ready with our new plan and thankfully God this time was kind to me.
Continued in "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part-Five"

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Three

                                             A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
                                             Its loveliness increases; it will never
                                             Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
                                             A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
                                             Full of sweet dreams, and health, 

                                             And quiet breathing.
Life doesn't move on expected lines and definitely not when you are desperately waiting for something to happen in your favor..
My attempts and exercises to draw the attention of that gorgeous lady went for a toss and I was almost breaking down with desperation..
We used to come to the bus stop everyday and almost at the same time…
Everyday she used to come wearing dresses in Rainbow colors,occupy her throne,look at the surroundings,look at the buses going to and fro,and finally look at me with all the disinterest in the world and then used to turn her head away..
She used to board her bus and we used to board our bus..
That is all..
What is so interesting in this and I started feeling that “..there is no more boring thing than this in this world..”
Life had become a hell of a routine for us..
The damn disinterest that she was showing towards me was burning me down internally..
Gosh..don’t I possess anything special to impress a beautiful girl..
Am ok handsome,an upcoming great cricketer and a reasonably good singer and actually many in the college cricketing circles and my friends enjoy my cricket and singing too..
So what’s wrong with me yaar..
I shouted at my friend..
He very politely told me..
“You are just an average good looking guy but no John Travolta for girls to drool over you,And great cricketer..??? are no popular cricketer like Kapildev or not even Karsan Ghavri..and as far your singing is concerned you are slightly a better singer than those street children who sing on railway why should any girl fall for you buddy..may be some girls give some preference to guys who have bikes..but you roam around the city in a city bus like a fatichar,and at any point of time never had more than thirty rupees in your pocket.. so my dear,to impress any girl you should at least have a bike”
With a confirmed thought that he is taking advantage of my predicament and only highlighting my negative points I pounced upon him with some of the most pungent unparliamentary words ever used in the history of foul language and screamed at him…
“….abey idiot how can I get a bike dad will hang me upside down if I ask for it..
think and shoot a better idea,otherwise pray to God..Today shall be the last day of your life you bloody @#$%^%$#@%…”
A great friend that he is..he held me tightly and told me with more politeness in his voice this time..
“Listen re..You are a good cricketer ok,but no one is killing each other to see you playing in an ordinary league match in Hyderabad on a Sunday,so she can’t come to see your batting..even if she comes at least by accident,there is no guarantee that you perform well..because whenever you bat,you put your team under more pressure than your opposite team,and no one knows when you are going to get out or when you run your non striker out..And it will be a colossal tragedy if she sees that sort of a mishap..”he paused..
Because am aware of my greatness and my negative popularity in Cricket,I asked him in a weak tone“Abey,why are you torturing me so much you bloody sadist @^%$ there no other option to gain her attention..???”
He thought for a minute,looked around,scratched his head,then looked at me,smiled and said
“There is only one option left for you..and as I think it should work..”
“What is that..????Shoot it”,I shouted..
 “Wait..let me complete..Of all the qualities you possess there is one quality that is slightly above average and that may attract her..Am talking about the quality of your is better to display your singing talent before is also the easiest method..every girl will fall for good singing..start singing in bus stop from is the only option left for you or else may God bless you”
That stupid advice irritated me a lot and after some more bashing asked him…
“Abey @;^%*^$#@saaley do you want me to do a live concert before her from tomorrow..???..”
Still remaining composed he said…
“..Who asked you to do a concert..never do that..she may think that we are  urchins and may put some change in our palms or else she may think that you are a mentally retarded destitute boy and report to a mental asylum..instead just sit quietly on the iron bar in the bus stop and without looking at her just hummm a tune of a song..just a mild hum..ok..remember it should be a hindi song and not a Telugu song..if she is a north Indian she may think that you are chanting prayers in the bus stop when you hum a telugu hum a hindi tune mildly,very mildly which should be audible only to her and not to the whole of university..and during that humming pretend as if you have not noticed her should appear to her that you are a Bal Gandharva sitting there in a world of your own and practicing music..I think this trick works and should impress her..Good luck”
Nodding my head I asked“..What if it doesn’t work..”
This time he lost all his patience and by displaying an ugly gesture by closing the fist of his right hand and further waving it towards me..
He said..
“@#(^%$*^&#!@..Bewakoof,we have seen this formula work in the popular hindi film PADOSAN..Girls should fall for good when it worked there, it should also work in your case...but idiot,remember this is only a hypothesis and not a theorem..”saying so he almost kicked me after that..
I  was upset but my friend appeared like Kishore Kumar in Padosan..(With this great quality of analysis,study and composure this dearest friend of mine later went on to become a globe trotter and earned a big name for himself in the fast paced corporate world of Bombay and we are still the closest friends to each other today and shall remain so forever for a life beyond life…Amen)
I know am not fully convinced, but I have still decided to adopt his formula because I know that it is better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it..
Next day was a Sunday and on the following day I have decided to display my singing talent in front of her..have seriously practiced a few popular Hindi songs in the bath room,my normal place of practice both for my Cricket and singing..
Luckily I got a whole day to sharpen my skills and I want some one to judge my singing..Wished to call the friend who gave this great idea,as he stays nearby...but dropped it quickly because am sure his father will be at home on Sunday and shall burn me alive on a fry pan and chew me away during his drinks if I disturb his son on a Sunday..
So what is the alternative..I searched the whole water,water everywhere and not a drop to drink,there were people and people every where in my house but not one to judge my singing talent..
I was only left with a middle aged demure and expressionless servant maid..she could not refuse my request as am her boss’s beloved son..I took her on to the stair case,made her sit comfortably..Later closed my eyes and started singing a wonderful number in Hindi..
"Jeevan se bhari teri aankhen,
majboor kare jeene ke liye.."
I was very much convinced with my singing and slowly opened my eyes with the anticipation that she is going to honor me with a standing ovation..but I was shocked to find a lifeless and tasteless expression on her face,ready to go the moment I leave her..
Then I told myself that..” shouldn’t try to teach a monkey to sing,it doesn’t work..and it may actually annoy the monkey…”
And finally I have mustered enough courage and decided to do what am best in doing…
Continued In "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Four"

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Two

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                                              Come to me in my dreams, and then
                                              By day I shall be well again!
                                              For so the night will more than pay
                                              The hopeless longing of the day

After the bus left I have realized that there is no point in cursing my poor friend..
But at the same time several questions crowded my mind..
Who is she..what is she studying..????
Which college..did she come there only on that day..????????
Or is she going to come there regularly..??????
If she is a regular,how is that I have not seen her before..will she come again the next day…????????
Damned-who will answer these questions..???
“God..pleaseee..please appear before me for some time and answer these easy questions..I very badly need your help..O My dear nice God,please understand..”
I was so desperate not because that I have not seen more gorgeous girls before that,but for sure no one shook me so r..o..m..a..n..t..i..c..a..l..l..y..
What to do..????
May be that was love at first sight..
(At a matured age,am laughing at this silly statement now..but was I not right for that tender age friends..???)
After that I was in no mood to go to the college..
In an utter frustration,I first checked my friend’s pocket ..Found thirty rupees..
Checked mine. Found twenty..
Not baaaadddd..We can still manage a movie..
We went to a popular Hindi film titled "Khel Khel Mein.."
That was the millionth time we were watching that film and that was the billionth time the film was being shown in Hyderabad since its first release God knows when....????
While watching the movie I found that many of those who have come to the theater have actually come there to do everything except watching the movie and the remaining all except me(you must trust me) have literally come there to visually measure those exceptionally outrageous physical properties of Neetu Singh..
And out of those few I bet I was the only stupid cum idiot in the whole of the theater watching only her face(Heyy..what's that look,am normal oh kay)
Finally,I looked around and found that even my great friend was no exception..
And..As a matter of fact I have to very honestly confess that even today my friend is a great fan of not only beautiful ladies but also of every female irrespective of her country,caste,color,creed,size,height,religion, her statistics, her radius n circumference and all her other vital dimensions and measurements etc.....
While watching the movie my frustration was growing in full throttle watching Rishi Kapoor romancing vivacious mini blue frock wearing Neetu Singh in the song... 
"Ek main Aur Ek Tuuu.."..
Please stop here for a moment friends..
Many say that there is a great chemistry between Rishi Kapoor and Neetu Singh,but I wonder why is that they don't call it Zoology when what was happening between them was actually a part of the biological process and not a chemical process..????
This doubt like my many other doubts still remains uncleared!!! 
After that,with one foot up and one foot down that day too passed with a great difficulty and the next day arrived..
Both of us friends filled with great eagerness,curiosity and anxiety ended up in the bus stop at 8.55 AM sharp..
The count down began..
Our waiting began..
And it continued for a difficult fifteen minutes..
Will she..or..will she not..will she or will she not..???
And to my great relief..
At 9.10 am…
I found her slowly,casually,carefully and almost counting every step.. c..o..m..i..n..g towards the bus stop..
I bet even top models around the world today do not display similar grace when they crazily walk on ramps of the fashion world....
As I was eagerly observing..
She slowly reached the bus stop and settled down on her throne..
With one deep look at her I found that she is that rare cocktail of those all time great beauties like Moonmoon Sen(portrait),Marilyn Monroe(grace)Moushmi Chaterjee(Smile)Meena Kumari(sweetness)..hmmmm...what else..Oh yeah..Neetu Singh the vivacious(??)and of course my pop diva Samantha Fox(????)…
Unmindful of my observation and my wild imagination she was sitting quietly in the bus stop looking into the direction of the bus....
That was really hurting my ego as she was not paying any attention to me...
Forget attention,she was not even noticing my presence....
Ohhh..Come on yaar..its too much..I can’t take it....
I felt that it was causing a serious dent to the handsome boy image I was enjoying in the college and in the friends’ circle at that time..
So on so forth was my thought process....
At that time..And
Exactly at that moment…It happened..
She casually..very very casually..
l..o..o..k…e..d at meeeeeee..
That was hardly for a second and even for that one second she looked straight into my eyes...
Her looks have send nuclear waves all through my body..
I cannot forget the priceless look of that gorgeous lady that will be haunting me for many more lives to come..
As the serious dent caused to my handsome boy image was slowly vanishing,I broke into great raptures internally and looked at heavens as Sachin Tendulkar looks at them after scoring a century..
And that ecstatic state involuntarily reminded me a wonderful quote by Cervantes-
                                           "The eyes those silent tongues of love.."
Me,My Friend and Ms.Gorgeous..
Only three of us were there in the bus stop at that time..
For a moment I had this ugly thought of killing my friend whom I suddenly felt was a big invader on our privacy..
After some breathless moments and senseless thoughts..
Her bus came..
Come what may we,the shameless,boarded the same bus along with her and got down at the same place she got down..
We followed her very carefully and finally found that she walked into the Kothi women’s college, another famous college in Hyderabad,unfortunately only for women..
And there is no way that I can enter inside..I told myself..
So what to do..
Still Ohhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkk..We could find her college at least..
So far so good..
Then I finally looked around with pride and heaved a great sigh of relief..huh..
Tenzing Norgay may not have carried that pride in his eyes when he looked at the world after scaling the Himalayas and reaching the summit of Mt.Everest..
What a relief..and what a joy..!!!!
This joy of mine made my friend poorer by a few bucks as he had to pay for ten plates of pani puri that we have consumed near the Sultan Bazaar bus stop..
Now..Task one accomplished..
Another big relief for me was that she is going to come to the ladies hostel bus stop every day and also at the same time..
9.10 AM..
Ok..Fine...But it also means that I have to be in the bus stop everyday at only 9 AM,and not before that..
But My first period is at 9 AM..
So what yaar…????I shouted at myself..
Not a difficult choice..
And after that day I have never attended my first period in the whole of that year..
Later it has become a daily routine for three of us to gather in the bus stop almost at the same time..
And the biggest celebration for me used to be on the day when my friend could not accompany me to the bus stop..
On those days only me and Ms.Gorgeous used to be there in the bus stop obviously waiting for the bus..
And during that trying and testing period I did everything to capture her attention..
Just to say a simple "Hi.." to her I used to do a lot of practice and rehearsal at home- before the mirror,during the bath etc....
But all my efforts used to fail miserably the moment I used t see her entering the bus stop..
My body used to shiver with body quake and I used to have palpitation with severe sweat in my palms..
I had enough opportunities on many occasions and on many occasions only two of us used to be there in the bus stop but still I used to shiver like a tree struck in whirlwinds and never had the guts at least to smile at her..
Almost a month passed like that with many futile attempts and my friend whom I thought was more valiant than me used to push me a lot by pumping in a lot of courage while going to the bus stop but used to hold my shoulder tightly the moment she used to walk into the bus stop..
What is more pathetic is that even our singing went for a toss as just the three of us used to sit silently in the bus stop as if posing for a still  photograph..
Come what may,
I was keen on knowing her name at least,but failed on that front too..Even my friend,a self styled Sherlock Holmes too failed miserably..
So howwwww….????Howww..???Howwwwwwwwwwww...??????????
Who will tell thattttttttt…????
I asked God...
And the reply came from a devil..
Continued In "Am Still Waiting For This Lady-Part Three"