"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 woke up and for the first time prayed to God before leaving for the bus stop all alone...
I saw Ms.Gorgeous coming towards the bus stop.
Even the sound of the gentle breeze was clearly audible along with the sounds of the vehicle horns blown miles away.
I know that it was from the perfume Ms.Gorgeous uses.
Five minutes passed like that in all silence.
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....
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 kicked the ground very hard.
”You idiot,a good for nothing fellaaaa”
From there looked carefully towards the bus stop.
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...
He had to bear with my frustration by paying for the samosas and teas in my college canteen.
I thought am no less than a hero.
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...
”..Abey o dakkhan,..marjayegaa re…cigarette phookhna aata nahin toh humse poochte..khud ko kyun jala rahen ho..”
I....c..o..u..l..d not take..t...h...a..t..tt
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.
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.
I was not interested in going to the college,but my friend literally pushed me out of my house.
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
Very involuntarily started humming my favorite...
Humming that famous Hemant Kumar song deep from my heart,I went into a world of my own.
I was alone in the bus stop enjoying the song.
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...
Shockingly bigger than the biggest shock of my life...
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...
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..
And found the beautiful Valley Of Flowers of the great Himalayas kissing my feet..
How to bear with this...
Then William Shakespeare appeared before me and described my feelings in his own inimitable style...
under the blossom that hangs on the bough..