Tuesday, August 14, 2007
"The mark of a true crush is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward"
- by Shana Alexander
How true!
Beginning of the school session and a group of new admissions ... this guy, different from all others, walking in his own style and world asked me where he could find a particular teacher who happened to be our class teacher. Smitten by his charm and attitude I led him to our classroom and noticed everyone looking at him with a big :O
We were acquaintances ... then turned into classmates ... then into competitors ... then almost into enemies ... then friends ... then good friends ... then really good friends ... then ...
Now we miss each other so much
We do not talk as often as we did when I was back in India ... infact we hardly talk ... He does mail me at times ... those mails which are way better than the one-liners on messengers/orkut.
We have same ideas, similar choices, same views, similar opinions ... and still we always stood opposite each other. We debated against each other ... during the class discussions ... even if he did not have different opinions ... he would still stand against me ... just for kicks?
We had a taste for music ... I sang ... he played. He would call me from wherever I was just to sing a song because none of the guys in their stupidiotic group could sing in a female voice. His mates would sometimes make fun of me for they thought I had attitude problems(!!!) ... but he knew I did not and he convinced them. Those guys initially found it really hard to accomodate me ... in their "boy band" and the physics tuitions group but later they all realised I was the best entertainer (a mixture of drama, comedy, show-off, thriller, etc)
He would come home to do a project with me and chat up my mom and sister. He and my sister used to play this really stupid game called Hitman! He talked like he was the most sensible guy around and the guy your mom actually wants you to hang around with! My sister knew I liked him ...
But no one knew that he liked me as well ... neither did I ... until he mailed me one day when I came here that he missed me more than he realised he would .
Little gestures like
- He called me up once at home and made me listen to a very meaningful and senti ghazal when he had upset me a few mins ago.
- He called me up once very early in the morning to wish me Happy Friendship Day .. just to hear my voice when I was still sleeping.
- He didn't go and receive his dad, who was coming from Russia, just coz he wanted to see me off to London.
The list can be really really long.
This guy's got the attitude ... the looks ... the brains ... and precisely he's got everything.
He's the greatest Eminem fan ever! He himself raps very well
(I had to copy the whole post from my blog coz I didnt have enough to write a new one ..)
Lessons Learnt- "Never underestimate your mother ... she might not have done any computer courses or not grown up with computers ... but its possible that she might explore and get to things herself ... and to such details that you yourself would be surprised!!"
- Loon Gal
- by Shana Alexander
How true!
Beginning of the school session and a group of new admissions ... this guy, different from all others, walking in his own style and world asked me where he could find a particular teacher who happened to be our class teacher. Smitten by his charm and attitude I led him to our classroom and noticed everyone looking at him with a big :O
We were acquaintances ... then turned into classmates ... then into competitors ... then almost into enemies ... then friends ... then good friends ... then really good friends ... then ...
Now we miss each other so much
We do not talk as often as we did when I was back in India ... infact we hardly talk ... He does mail me at times ... those mails which are way better than the one-liners on messengers/orkut.
We have same ideas, similar choices, same views, similar opinions ... and still we always stood opposite each other. We debated against each other ... during the class discussions ... even if he did not have different opinions ... he would still stand against me ... just for kicks?
We had a taste for music ... I sang ... he played. He would call me from wherever I was just to sing a song because none of the guys in their stupidiotic group could sing in a female voice. His mates would sometimes make fun of me for they thought I had attitude problems(!!!) ... but he knew I did not and he convinced them. Those guys initially found it really hard to accomodate me ... in their "boy band" and the physics tuitions group but later they all realised I was the best entertainer (a mixture of drama, comedy, show-off, thriller, etc)
He would come home to do a project with me and chat up my mom and sister. He and my sister used to play this really stupid game called Hitman! He talked like he was the most sensible guy around and the guy your mom actually wants you to hang around with! My sister knew I liked him ...
But no one knew that he liked me as well ... neither did I ... until he mailed me one day when I came here that he missed me more than he realised he would .
Little gestures like
- He called me up once at home and made me listen to a very meaningful and senti ghazal when he had upset me a few mins ago.
- He called me up once very early in the morning to wish me Happy Friendship Day .. just to hear my voice when I was still sleeping.
- He didn't go and receive his dad, who was coming from Russia, just coz he wanted to see me off to London.
The list can be really really long.
This guy's got the attitude ... the looks ... the brains ... and precisely he's got everything.
He's the greatest Eminem fan ever! He himself raps very well
(I had to copy the whole post from my blog coz I didnt have enough to write a new one ..)
Lessons Learnt- "Never underestimate your mother ... she might not have done any computer courses or not grown up with computers ... but its possible that she might explore and get to things herself ... and to such details that you yourself would be surprised!!"
- Loon Gal
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