Thoughts of an Eccentric Guy

“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Come here, quick! I’ve got it!!” “Deep breaths, honey! Deep breaths. I’ll be there as soon as I put down the razor.” “No, faster!! Fine! I’ll come!” And she bounds into the small bathroom almost making me cut myself as I try to shave in the awkward space between the sink and the enamel throne. “Alright, alright! Show me, what you got.” “The Piano Bar!” “A bar? I thought you were looking for places to have dinner!” “We can have dinner before…” She says as she makes a cute pouty face. I rolled my eyes and said, “Heheh fiiiine! We can go to the Piano Bar after dinner.” “Yayyy!! Okay then. Gimme a few minutes in the bathroom so I can get this face mask off and then I’ll get in the shower.” “Can’t you just take it off in the shower? I still need to finish shaving!” “Shush! Now give me some space.” "But what about dinner?" "Well, you get to choose! As long as I get to go to the Piano Bar! Bye-bye!" An hour and a hal

It was dark as I was walking through the streets. It had become a habit with me to walk around the streets all by myself. Walking calmed me down. Especially when I saw everyone else hurrying here and there. The world has become so fast paced and time critical that no one wants to spend a nanosecond relaxi ng. They wanna enjoy. They wanna earn money. They wanna see places. But everything they do, they hurry through it. Squashing them into the 24 hours. Never relaxing. As I walked through the streets I heard the clock chime 3 am. I counted each chime. And went on counting. It was hard to get my thoughts in line. There was too much rage in me. Too much hurt. And betrayal. I knew it was my worst day ever. As I walked on, my mobile tells me that I had crossed 5000 steps already. I had been walking for nearly 4 hours now. And I hadn’t received any calls yet. Either from Jahnavi or from anybody at home. My thoughts had been mostly about Jahnavi and all the things that happened i

Chink!! The sound of glasses clinking, spoons hitting plates and a light murmur was the only noise I could hear as I waited in the Restaurant for Jahnavi to show up. Since the day we came back from the Golden Gate, the tension between us has been really high. I knew better than to ask her more about the messages, instead tried my best to ignore the incessant messaging she was having. I could understand quite well that she was as agitated as me and that if both of us didn't do things properly we might have our first big fight coming up. Our roommates could easily sense that the situation was going out of control and they tried their best to keep us calm. Krishanan didn't make things any better by making vague comments about seeing Jahnavi and Henry together in the cafeteria. Nor did Steph as she always saw Rebecca discussing her questions with me in class. I hoped she would understand that it was only out of my interest in Cloud Computing, I talked to her. But again,

As we started going through the semester at the University, things started getting exciting between us. Being a new land, it was an awesome experience to have your loved one with you while visiting places. It was quite apparent that my Jahnavi was one of the beauties in the semester and I heard enough compliments about her to make my heart boil at some times. When I told my Jahnavi about the comments and my feelings, she smacked me hard and said, “Shut up, you fool! Ignore their comments! I love you not them nor their comments. I am beautiful, they compliment. It’s how the world is. Forget it.” And bam! I hugged her again. I mean she was proud of herself enough to accept compliments of her beauty, which is very scarce. And while accepting them, she again showed me that her love was greater than all that, which is even scarcer. It was this kind of behavior that made my day. We helped each other out as much as we could. Being in the same classes and same project teams made it e

America – called a Land of Opportunities by many. And then my technical brain said there are too many places in this world which are considered a Land of Opportunities by too many people. So I change my line to "San Jose - a City of Opportunities for the Software Engineer!" (Bah! I am becoming too technical these days! Need to loosen up!) After my cinematic proposal to Jahnavi, the subsequent party atmosphere in our Jet Airways cabin continued well into the night with many of the other passengers coming to us and congratulating us. But I was touched and pleasantly surprised when an old American couple caught up to us in the intermediate stop at Brussels and got us a gift celebrating the occasion. They told us later that theirs was also a love marriage and they felt moved by the love we had for each other. So we convinced the air hostess on the next leg of our journey to let the four of us sit together. As we swapped stories, Jahnavi started leaning on me

D-Day has many full forms associated to it including Doom’s Day. But the day of my departure to the US had been dubbed as D-Day by my friends (Departure Day). And true to the phrase, the day was full of raw emotions. Each and every moment of the day was ripe with feelings. I had not seen such a jumble of naked emotions even when a bride is taken away to her new home from the marriage hall and I had been to a fair share of marriages in these twenty one years of my life. My dad, being MY DAD, had made sure that most everything to be taken was packed by the night before, so I sat down to go through the checklist I had made to ensure I wasn’t forgetting anything. And lo and behold! As always, I was forgetting few of the most important necessities of day to day life. Thus, I got another helping of my dad’s temper as a farewell gift. By the time I had everything ready, I had got nearly 40 calls and a 100 messages bidding me farewell. And in between all this, Jahnavi also calls me ev

    As the day of our reporting at the University neared, our relationship just got deeper and deeper. Though we had started off as complete strangers, in a very short span of time we had got to know each other much better than most others. Though love played a really big role in that, the fact that we both think alike did also make it very easy to second guess each other’s thoughts, needs and feelings.     When we were a week away from catching our plane to the US, Jahnavi and I decided that it was time that we introduce each other to our parents. And with that thought in mind, we told our parents that we had found a person who is going to the same University. Every parent wants to meet each and every person who might be playing a major role in the life of their children. And as expected, even our parents wanted to meet us.     Thus, the scene came into being, where I was sitting to the side while my parents scrutinized Jahnavi dissecting her character and actions through microsco

I have always loved the sunrise no matter how many times I might have seen it. But it became much more special when the first sunrays fell on Jahnavi’s exquisite face. Her curves and dimples became more prominent and her eyelids fluttered open like a newly born pigeon’s wings. And again, just like before, my heart stopped for a micro second and then shot up my throat when she smiled. I could almost envision myself in the clouds. The plush Volvo seats were comfortable enough to make us forget that we were sitting and to sleep like kids without a care in the world. The sleep was made much more deep and treasured, because we were holding each other’s hand while sleeping. I had dreamt of her and finding her right beside me on waking up gave a settled feeling in my stomach that could only be described as satisfaction. We reached our respective homes by 9 AM and went through the motions of the day as usual but all the time keeping in touch via SMSes and calls. I liked how we each knew

The early morning rays and a nice breeze with a tang of rain woke me up from a pleasant dream and a refreshing nap. When I turned my head, I saw a beautiful half-smile playing over the lips of Jahnavi. She had pulled up her legs and was crouching in her seat. With her chin thrust out and her face looking up at me, she looked just like an angel to me. Within moments I was in a state of déjà vu without understanding what it was. When she opened her eyes, her hazel eyes just made me want to get lost in them. I could go on and on describing her beauty. If only I knew how to write poems, I would sing all the time about her. To my eyes, she looked like the most beautiful maiden on Earth. I just wanted to wrap my arms around her. I felt that I owned the world if only I owned her. The moment was completely ruined by the coarse voice of the conductor announcing our arrival within 15 minutes. Man, give me a knife that time and I would surely have stabbed the guy through his heart!!! Any

My cell buzzed at 7 AM. I woke up and read the first message of the day from Jahnavi. Since then till 7 PM I didn’t stop chatting with her. And then, I had to stop because my 200 messages were completed. We could not meet after that beautiful day for few days. She was busy with her relatives and I myself had to go around the city meeting all my friends and sisters. But we kept in touch via messages and calls all the time. But three days later I got a call from IBM asking me to come to office on Monday without fail. I had not planned for this and so there were no reservations on train. I decided to go by bus. When I told her this, she said that even she needed to go to Bangalore for one last time to get her things from her relatives place. We decided to take the trip together as we already knew each other a bit. So, on Sunday night, I waited near Mehdipatnam for the bus that would take us both to Bangalore . As the bus journey culminated from Ameerpet, she would be one of the fi

I got down the train. I searched the platform in the hope to see Jahnavi once more, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. With a heavy heart, I turned started walking through the Exit towards the bus stop. Just as I reached the bus stop, my cell phone beeped. It was Jahnavi. “I still don't know your name...  ” I scared a lady standing beside me by laughing out loud quite suddenly. I replied, "And how do you know my number?" Bang on came the reply, "I took it when you went to wash up.  " I had a stupid smile playing on my face. I couldn’t stop feeling happy. I told her my name and we continued chatting. We had talked so much on the train but somehow I could not remember any of it. The only thing I could remember was how graceful her eyes looked. The way she moved her bangs from her forehead once in a while, putting it behind her ears. I asked her if she remembered what we had been talking about in the train, but even she could not tell any of it. I smile