I refused to beat her with a stick for talking in class. I was in 3rd standard then and was the class leader. I was more generous with others when it comes to corporal punishment in class, but not with her. My friends used to taunt me at this, but I never cared. Get lost you morons, you don’t understand my feelings.
That was village life. Then my life path changed, I came to city, joined English medium school. Now I met her. She was junior to me. I was the only one in my class to have taken up Hindi, and so was she. This was enough for my impish friends to take me on. And I gave in. I thought I liked her. She never even looked at me. She was a mallu. She started haunting me in my dreams; I felt I got my girl. And all these when I have not even dared to look at her face, forget about talking to her. After all, it was the beginning of my youth. I was in my 12th standard. Even before I could muster all the courage to talk to her, my exams got over. I had left the school, and then joined work and my life changed again.
Now work life, quite a hectic one. And now, she visited my house for a function. She was the daughter of one of my distant relatives. I now again felt I have got my girl. Alas, there is a talk of such a thing from their side too?? How lucky I am? I started dreaming as of we had been seeing each other for months and the families have come together without any issues. All these ended in a day. She went back, there were some technical hassles in our coming together and things became normal once again.
Then came Bombay college life. One of my friend’s girlfriend told me that her classmate is a tam bram and I would be lucky to have her. And again he woke up in me – I decided that this time, I am gonna have it. Who knows, what you did not get in Chennai could be obtained in Bombay. After all, fate is never known. I scrapped her in Orkut, introducing myself, wishing to be her friend, bla bla bla. Nothing happened, I was in orkut almost round the clock waiting for her reply, which was not to come. I came to know after a few weeks that she already has a boy friend. This is precisely the reason I hate Bombay - every girl is committed there, right from childhood.
Now I am back in Chennai, started working again. My folks have found a girl for me, we are getting married in a few months. I don’t think about any of the above characters anymore. I have FINALLY got my girl. My life of infatuations is over. I am back into reality. I have clearly realized that all these school life thoughts help one in becoming happier for the moment. When I recollect these thoughts after so many years, I feel surprised about my weakness to fall into the trap of infatuations. Not once, but multiple times.
All said and done, it is not without reason that Cheran’s ‘Autograph’ won the best movie providing wholesome entertainment. After all, most of us connect to it.
That was village life. Then my life path changed, I came to city, joined English medium school. Now I met her. She was junior to me. I was the only one in my class to have taken up Hindi, and so was she. This was enough for my impish friends to take me on. And I gave in. I thought I liked her. She never even looked at me. She was a mallu. She started haunting me in my dreams; I felt I got my girl. And all these when I have not even dared to look at her face, forget about talking to her. After all, it was the beginning of my youth. I was in my 12th standard. Even before I could muster all the courage to talk to her, my exams got over. I had left the school, and then joined work and my life changed again.
Now work life, quite a hectic one. And now, she visited my house for a function. She was the daughter of one of my distant relatives. I now again felt I have got my girl. Alas, there is a talk of such a thing from their side too?? How lucky I am? I started dreaming as of we had been seeing each other for months and the families have come together without any issues. All these ended in a day. She went back, there were some technical hassles in our coming together and things became normal once again.
Then came Bombay college life. One of my friend’s girlfriend told me that her classmate is a tam bram and I would be lucky to have her. And again he woke up in me – I decided that this time, I am gonna have it. Who knows, what you did not get in Chennai could be obtained in Bombay. After all, fate is never known. I scrapped her in Orkut, introducing myself, wishing to be her friend, bla bla bla. Nothing happened, I was in orkut almost round the clock waiting for her reply, which was not to come. I came to know after a few weeks that she already has a boy friend. This is precisely the reason I hate Bombay - every girl is committed there, right from childhood.
Now I am back in Chennai, started working again. My folks have found a girl for me, we are getting married in a few months. I don’t think about any of the above characters anymore. I have FINALLY got my girl. My life of infatuations is over. I am back into reality. I have clearly realized that all these school life thoughts help one in becoming happier for the moment. When I recollect these thoughts after so many years, I feel surprised about my weakness to fall into the trap of infatuations. Not once, but multiple times.
All said and done, it is not without reason that Cheran’s ‘Autograph’ won the best movie providing wholesome entertainment. After all, most of us connect to it.
