A day from the Guys diary

This time its the day from the diary of the guy in the previous post. I should say that It was easy-writing for me, as I didn't have to imagine much, being a guy myself :)

"Yet another day in her thoughts, I am desperate to talk to her, I know she loves me too, but never did she confess her love, even after I proposed her mine.She grew closer after I said " I love you" I did not know what to interpret it as.She was never perspicuous in her feelings. The fear of losing her for entire life threatens me if she scuttles my proposal to accept me, which may end up in that "I-Thought-You-are-a-good-friend" phase of life. I could not believe my eyes when I saw her in the newly opened mall with a guy, hand in hand. She never told me about anyone after all these months of knowing each other,our families and friends, at least not about some one who is so intimate to her. I was only leaving in thoughts of trying my best in doing all kinds of things to impress her, just to get a single reply to my scraps in orkut or a hello and thanks to my offline messages. I still remember the day when I had garnered the confidence to write a very big mail Sitting up to 1.30 midnight saying about all the useful crap which happened in my last tour to her. The gifts that we exchanged still beckon me when ever I see them. The days when each of us were waiting for each others mails every alternate day, I had to convince her for 2 full hours for not replying her mail the very next day when she sent it.The mail had some greetings and Good Luck wishes I remember.My platonic love grew to infinity then.

I don't know how is she feeling right now but My heart is shards, many of my friends also said all the girls are the same and they start their hunt for a new one once they part with the old. Instances of a few celebrities and some people whom I knew were trying to convince me, but my heart was still not accepting it.I suppose Winning her confidence and impressing her with all my good qualities to get her mail Id was the real Herculean task I faced. She gave me her id after about 47 days of knowing each other on orkut. I remember the day when we caught up each other online on yahoo, coz we could not wait for each others reply mails. It was no looking back from there. I was still waiting for signals which confirmed her love to me, she said many times that "she liked me for what I am" It made my day when she gave me her mobile number, I thought she was still skeptical as I did not get replies to my SMSes for 3 days. Then We grew closer,She gave some hints of accepting my love when she also replied saying "I love you too" but by this time I did not understand the exact meaning of Love that she was talking about. Things seemed to be compounded when preethy, my cousin said true and real close friends will love each other for what you are and support each other at each point in life. My heart was vacillating among too many thoughts. All our visits to temples, the time which we spent together, the movies which we watched, every thing was on my mind.

For the past one month, she spoke to me only when I called her. I was missing her every minute. She did not make an attempt to call me back even when she missed my call, after looking at the "Missed calls" list on her mobile. My day would not be complete with out receiving at least 10 missed calls from her every day earlier, but now Her love seemed a plausible lie.

I tried calling her many times to give my new mobile number only to find that her mobile number was also changed. I thought of sending a mail with my number, but I thought, when she was not willing to talk, its waste to send a mail and ask her to take my number,she would take my number from any of my friends, if she really wanted to talk to me. I did not receive any mail from her either. Ego crept in both our minds to call or mail each other I suppose. Being alone was tougher than being lonely. I made an attempt to mail her conveying my sincere apology, if I had done anything wrong which hurt her. She too replied to that mail saying sorry, but again the same story prevailed, I did not receive any mails from her again. I have been waiting for her mail, even today.

My friend’s words gave me some courage to hate her for whatever she did, for putting a full stop where a comma could be done with, for putting an end to things, for not giving it one first or last try. May be everything was so perfect that something had to go wrong. May be some mistakes in life are such big ones that even your loved ones don’t accept your apologies. May be her principles of life were more important than my feelings. May be I was just somebody who gave her a friend to her loneliness. May be I was just destined to be alone as I never was lonely. May be it was her infatuation but my love."

PS: This little story resembles stories of many a million I think, and so was it, This one was a story of someone whom I knew from.... Hmmmm....My birth

A day in a girls diary

Though I don't have a very good opinion on girls who tend, pretend and spend time falling in love, as they say initially ( well don't ask why ! may be because of most of the practical examples that I have seen where a girl ditches a boy and Marry's a guy with a fat check and gives her mobile number starting with 001) and then find them selfs in big villas married to some one else. I wanted to see the other side of it being a girl myself and read out an imaginary day from my diary for all you guys out there. Well the next post I promise would be of the guy whom this girl is speaking about..So relax and enjoy.

" I hate traffic, I hate my assignments and I hate him...
I hate traffic coz it makes me late and leaves me with very little time for shopping, I hate assignments coz I wish to jot an opinion but end up giving a completely different opinion every time, and I hate him as I have loved him from past 5 months and continue to do so.

‘Online marriages’ I don’t have a single thought on it. How I wish we were together today, chatting right now on the net as we used to do about 4 months back and could bother him about the project. I still remember his madness; before I could come online he would have left me with hundred off line messages saying ‘I LOVE YOU’. He really had the patience to copy-paste each of them again and again. Had it not been for that friend community ( he he he that bloody orkut again !!) where he found my profile interesting, we would not have come across each other by now. And I must say that he had the time then to mail me, a real long one, just to be friends. I being the most cautious person to make friends was a bit unenthusiastic about replying him. But his innocence in the mail was that of a kid and I had to reply him. I had never thought that with eleven mails we would be able to know so much about each other.He mailed me his pics and though I was surprised by his good looks I wasn’t quite happy about it as I dint have complete trust to mail him mine (yeah typical Indian Girl, isn't she?).

Finally, after a week or so we caught each other online and that seemed so much better than waiting an entire night, for a reply. He spoke to me as if I was all so important to him or may be I just thought so. He was the first guy who spoke to me in a way that he wasn’t bothered about expressing me how he felt about me, the first man who thought there’s a woman somewhere between the shells of the girl that I am. I knew that it wasn’t ‘only friendship’ but kept ignoring the fact because I knew if not friendship may be just a crush but can’t be that four letter magic word, I had always tried to be away from.

Within a fortnight, he confessed his feelings to me and there I was so scared of my wishes being fulfilled, of my dreams coming to reality. I was scared not for falling for him because I had already fallen for him but scared of, he coming to my life making me weak and then leaving me all alone. Being lonely was easier than being alone, as you are lonely when you don’t have people around you but alone when people around you come into your life, change it completely and leave you incomplete.When you are in love even a barking dog seems like a bird chirping, that’s what was going on with me. Even after being a mature teenager (though they seem poles apart- maturity & teenagers),even after knowing the term ‘infatuation’ (if not the proper definition), even after keeping an account of all the problems that could arise (mom-dad-bro-sis), I went ahead with my ‘I- am- in- love- syndrome’ and gave him my cell number. Some sweet SMS’s followed by his soft voice and then came his beautiful poem (which though Smriti told me is a sign of a good flirt and was sad on having no impact on me, { Brag, that old smrithi again !!!!}) my inspiration for not believing Smriti then were the Backstreet Boys (I don’t care who he is, As Long As He Loves Me).

The day or appropriately the night came in where I had my heart dictating my brain to find a word for whatever I felt for him, the less creative brain took my cell typed a msg saying ‘I LUV U 2’. Then there wasn’t any looking back, we met the coming weekend, the next, the next and the next was the last. No calls followed no SMS’s followed deleting mails followed sad songs reminding the first-kiss followed the telecast of all-the best-romantic movies reminding the moment he held my hands as if he weren’t to leave them ever followed accidental visits to cafes reminding the coffee we shared and those eyes looking so mischievous followed too many trips to the movie theaters reminding me his comforting and soothing shoulders followed Smiti’s words “he wasn’t in love it-was-just-infatuation had it been love he could understand you, your fears, forgive you and go ahead. Love is so strong that misunderstandings can’t shatter it, if at all both you were in love”

May be Smriti was right as her words give me some courage to hate him for whatever he did, for putting a full stop where a comma could be done with, for putting an end to things, for not giving it one first or last try. May be everything was so perfect that something had to go wrong. May be some mistakes in life are such big ones that even your loved ones don’t accept your apologies. May be his principles of life were more important than my feelings. May be I was just somebody who gave him a friend to his loneliness. May be I was just destined to be alone as I never was lonely.May be it was his infatuation but my love."

This is one day from my girl diary.coming up would be the day following the day when she wrote this, from the boys diary. keep waiting. be good , stay good.

Trin Trin .. Hello !

"Hello sir, Good morning, I am calling from ICICI bank, We have a very good offer for you, do you have a couple of minutes to spare ?" These routine statements have become too trite to pay attention not just on the office phone these days but on personal mobiles too. I wonder how the bank people were able to get my new mobile number after I changed the Old number from Bangalore. Believe me,She begun asking "Am I speaking to Mr.Shishir?" Just because she was too sweet to say "sorry I am not interested", I deliberately started a liaise dialogue.
She : Thanks for lending your time sir, may I please know, if you already have a credit card sir? ( me gone flat by her courtesy, never did I listen to such acquiescent marketing guys !! )

Me : ya, I do have a couple of cards.

She: Sir, do you want me to explain the advantages of having a ICICI platinum card, which I am sure you would like to go with.

Me: Do I have an option other than to allow you to explain! Laughs :) Ya please tell me.

She : Some peculiar jargons of interest rate, payback time, cash back offers bla bla bla with each attribute, lesser than all the other cards, as she said! ( I din't pay attention to what she was saying though, her voice was too good to pay attention to the content of her words)

Me: Oh, too good to ignore, very good one! ( huh, ofcourse this was about the card :) )

She: Sir, then do you want me to send our executive to your place for applying? we require very few docs,salary slip, id proof etc ..

Me: may I know whom am I speaking to ?

She: My name is shravya sir.

Me: Can you please call me in the evening to brief me on the required documents and other details? I have an urgent work now, or leave your number, I will call back ! ( Hoping for good, and fingures crossed :p)

She: Its ok sir, my executive will call you in the evening to fix an appointment! ( she is clever, plans gone for a toss !)

He: Oh, sorry BTW did you say its an ICICI card? I already have the card.

She: its platinum card sir,He: I have the same platinum card shravya, thanks for calling, ByeI was about to laud her voice infront of my friend just after the call, his mobile started ringing from the same number !

Joyous Jog Trip

salubrious mountain winds, gushing waters, scenic beauty, calculated strides, tranquil ocean waters, measured trekking, sanctimonious visits to temples in seek of blessings and good will, tramping through the roads and the forests, traipsing around in search of savory viands, vantage view of the waterfalls, relaxing beach cricket, water rides on the skiffs in the backwaters and conscious choice of some routine recreational games inside the bus. This has made our travelogue a very voluptuous visit this time again. The best part of this journey has to be the world famous Jog falls, we enjoyed every bit of the tour. The trek team strength was bigger than ever, 17 of us boarded the Mini bus at Bangalore and it was fun and frolic all the way, may be because it was after a long gap. The last trip to shiva samudram was quite some time back. We played,sang,ate,danced and what not, we enjoyed to the fullest. We will savor this three day trip for a long time to come for sure...can't wait for the next one, this time to Goa :)