Story of an Untold Love...

This is not my creation, I got it on orkut. As I liked it a lot, I'm putting it here.

First Year:

As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me.

She was my so called 'best friend'.

I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.

But she didn't notice me like that,and I knew it.

After class,she walked up to me and asked me forthe notes she had missed the day before.

I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Second Year:

The phone rang. On the other end,it was her.

She was in tears,mumbling on and on about howherlove had broke her heart.

She asked me to come overbecause she didn't want to be alone, So I did.

As I sat next toher on the sofa,I stared at her soft eyes,wishing she was mine.

After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of chips,she decided to go home.

She looked at me, said'thanks'I want to tell her,

I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Third year:

One fine day she walked to my locker.

"My date is sick" she said,"hes not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date,

and in third year,we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,

we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.

That evening, after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.

I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Final year:

A day passed, then a week, then a month.

Before I could blink, it was graduation day.

I watched as her perfect body floated like an angelup on stage to get her degree.

I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.

Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat and cried as I hugged her.

Then she lifted her head from my shoulderand said- 'you're my best friend,thanks'I want to tell her,

I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why

Marriage:

That girl is getting married now

and drive off to her new life,married to another man.

I wanted her to be mine,but she didn't see me like that,and I knew it.

But before she drove away,she came to me and said 'you came !'.

She said 'thanks'I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

Death:

Years passed, I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.

At the service, they read a diary entryshe had wrote in her college years.

This is what it read:

"I stare at him wishing he was mine;but he doesn't notice me like that,and I know it.

I want to tell him,I want him to know thatI don't want to be just friends,

I love him but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.

I wish he would tell me he loved me !".........

'I wish I did too...'

I thought to my self, and I cried.

Rock Lovers

As I've revived my blog, I'd like to keep it alive. As I started the revival with My Love Story, I thought I should continue with the series on love. In this post, I'll be dealing with a subject which is pretty close to my heart & invokes quite strong feelings, one way or other. So here is my treatise on ROCK LOVERS.

Yeh World hai na World, yahan do type ke Rock hote hain:
Ek jis se sir phoda jaata hai aur doosra jis se kaan ke parde phat jaate hain.

This is what I'd have said in Bunty style about rock before coming to Kgp, the place which taught me a lot about one type & a few things about the other. As far as the breed of Rock Lovers go, I could not imagine how anyone can be one. But then, life teaches you a lot of things & things which you don't think are possible turn out to be quite common.

So lets start with the variety of Rock Lovers which occur more commonly. These are the guys who love the ear splitting variety... yeah! you guessed it right, The Rock Music. I personally don't find any music in it but then I don't belong to the category of rock lover either. This variety of Rock Lovers usually sport long hairs & suffer from a disease where they bang their heads like mad whenever they hear some noise they call music. Once I happened to walk into my friend's room who was having convulsions (or atleast I thought so) on his bed. It scared the hell out of me & being a good friend I tried to help. The first thing I noticed was he had the headphone on. The moment I removed it, you won't believe, the convulsions stopped. But what followed next was a big fight laden with profanities :). It turned out my dear friend was just listening to the music. From then on, I had to bear the sound of heavy metal for a long time to come as he decided it was better with the heavy speakers rather than the headphones. This was my first experience of this kind of Rock Lover and the punishment I got for helping a friend in distress left me a lot wiser regarding helping someone who has not asked for my help.

But still this is what I'd say to these guys,

"Teen Kanaster Peet Peet Kar Gala Phaad Kar Chillana,
Yaar Mere Mat Bura Maan Yeh Gaana Hai Na Bajaana Hai"

Now comes the second variety, the rock you see lying everywhere you go. This comes in very handy in a variety of situations both for positive as well as negative purposes, but still I hadn't seen someone who loved them untill ofcourse I joined the Department of Geology & Geophysics at IIT Kharagpur, which had a bunch of Lovers for this variety of Rock.

It was my first class of geology when the prof asked how many of you know that each rock has a story which is more fascinating than the best movie you have seen. I instinctively knew I had chosen a wrong course. Then he went on to explain things I won't even like to repeat otherwise the rocks will start coming flying towards me.

Our class had the opportunity to go to a field trip with the above mentioned prof. Here I'd like to warn you that the details can be graphic & reader discretion is advised. So one morning we left for our usual field visit not knowing what was to follow next. He used to walk us through fields, ask us to climb hills, cross streams just to show some rocks buried in the ground. That day he took us near a stream flowing on the outskirts of a village. It was a perfect place for people to do the thing which most of us do in the morning, as it was hidden from direct road, had a source of water and offered some privacy. Each one of us, had a hanky on our noses but our prof was walking as if he is walking in a garden. Then suddenly he started screaming, "Wonderful, wonderful! I've only seen this in the textbooks". We thought there was something important but could only see the work of someone which was performed the same morning. He summoned us closer and just beside it showed us something which somehow proved that the crust had undergone a collision there. But none of us was interested and everyone wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible for the obvious reasons.

Well time passed & I started listening to the stories which each rock has to say & mind you some of them are really fascinating. As unravelling these stories is my profession right now, I am also in the league of the Rock Lovers but there is still miles to go before I become something like my prof. So I am not that dangerous for my fellow friends and you can still be my friend. If time permits & some of you are interested I can tell you some of the stories which I like to call, "Patthar ki Kahani Ek Patthar ki Zubaani".

My Love Story

Love is something I was very skeptic about. I did not believe someone could fall in love with a girl/boy just like that.. For me all this was just bullshit as all I believed in was infatuation. I had had numerous infatuations/crushes but nothing you can call love. But then something inexplicable happened & my views about love changed forever.

I met her just after coming to Mumbai. Initially nothing happened. Everything was normal. I continued with my job. As the fate would have it our paths started crossing more often. She is quite beautiful but it wasn't her beauty which attracted me, it was her nature. She is so serene and quite that she reminded me of myself some years ago. Her shyness, her serenity, the way she talked and her sweet nature had an intoxicating effect on me. She is the girl, I thought with whom I can spend my whole life.

I was about to confess my love, but before that I decided to do a SWOT (Strength, Weakness, Opportunity, Threats) analysis. The biggest threat to our future relationship from my side was it had no future. The reason being my family is completely against an inter caste marriage. And no matter how much I loved her, it would still be much less than how much I love my family. The other problem was I was not sure about her feelings towards me (which I later got to know through a common friend, but thats a different story). I did not have the courage to face rejection, but that was not why I did not propose. I could have somehow faced the rejection, but what if she accepted me? I knew it had no future and I had to tell this to her one day about it. I did not want to face her on that day. I did not want to hurt her even in my dreams. So I decided to keep my love to myself. I still love her and I'll always love her but she should never get to know this. I think she deserves someone better than me.

To conclude, I would like to quote Shahrukh from the movie Mohabbatein, "Agar tum kisi se pyar karte ho to zaroori nahi ki woh bhi tumse pyar kare".