Last nine months of my life I spent thinking, doing and fighting over one single thing - my relationship. There is a reason for me to say it as a relationship as many parts of the world haven't agreed or considered it as an individual's right. I've heard the compliment many a time. That I'm a good conqueror. I would smile to myself when I hear it - not in disagreement but in pride and a little blush or a synonym for it. Reason was the eye of my partner, it kills me and succumb me at the same time. Life was a musical journey for me and I experienced bass, double bass, hard rock, soft pop, jazz and even the most melodious and romantic numbers. These nine months gave me a all new composition. My senses were filled with my relationship and my soul, with them. This travel is going to be a long music journey with different instruments and end with a very mystical sound. Open your eyes and ears. Happy reading.
Chapter Two
For
The one who lost their
beautiful nails in their right hand
Chapter Three
A free bird. My definition would be exactly that. A cool person with a carefree attitude (in other words - irresponsible). Living alone in a flat at a busy part of the city, wake up with music, movies, parties... Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun was classified as two: Fun with friends and friends with fun. Weekend parties at home, relaxed and flexible freelance work. Sufficient standard in living and extreme entertainment. Days goes by and the requirement for a high standard living pops out. Thats when we had a convo:
Drunk ass 1: Machi! Join for a regular job you dumb ass!
Drunk ass2 : Yeah machi, have to...but what kind of a job I dunno...
Drunk ass 1: F*****! #¤&%*&#%% as if you...........come on open up a job site and apply for some job....
Drunk ass 2: You are correct machi! that is easy I say
And so I applied to many jobs while two bottles of whisky was over and we settled at the terrace to sit and stare at the wide black blanket in the sky. Suddenly I woke up with a sense of my ass being burnt. It was the huge ball of fire on the blue blanket now. I realized it was time to wake up and hit the bed under the roof to continue my duty!?
Chapter Four
I was hearing my favorite song continuously and was wondering why isn't it playing fully. I even dreamt of it while I was under the process of pulling out the consumed alcohol from my body. Ok, in short I was under a hangover. So when it came to one of my senses that it's not a song playing but it's my ringtone, I took out the phone in reflex-turned it to silent and went back to sleep. My belly was my alarm, it woke me up with hunger. As it was difficult to fetch my pair of shorts and a tee I felt the freedom and walked around the house. There were windows everywhere in the house. Living room with three big windows, bedroom with two and the kitchen - my immediate destination with three windows. The only room that didn't a proper "window" was my bathroom. I found a pack of noodles already eaten by my fellow roommates. I had to throw them out before I start cooking it as I was a vegetarian. While my lunch/breakfast was getting ready, I completed my chores, grabbed my food and sat in front of the idiot box. I checked my mobile with unusually many missed calls. Most of it were unknown numbers and I conveniently ignored them. I checked the messages and to my shock somebody from a construction firm had tried to contact me since morning. I checked the time at once and it was half part fifteen hours. I immediately called them back and scheduled my interview that week.
Chapter Five
That was one hell of an office. A good lobby, clean and white environment but what continuously disturbed me was I was asked to remove my slippers to enter the office. I mean I was just taking an interview and why would they ask me to remove my slippers. I was silent but there was a rock band banging inside me. They gave me a form to fill and the first column was "ARE YOU A TEETOTALER?" and invariably I had to tick no. I was waiting for the HR to call me.... I personally do not like the "acting corporate culture". Waiting period was more annoying and once I was called in, the conversation began. All my interviews have never been so formal, it will be more of an interaction and this was again one of it. Usual set of questions, job responsibilities and then asked me to again wait for the second round. As the manager was not available I was asked to come two days later and after all the process I joined their company from the very next day as Sr. Content Writer for their upcoming and ongoing projects. They were constructing gated community with lots of amenities for different sets of people. My role was to understand the project and write content for their promotional activities. It was challenging and involved lot of research work that I had to interact to many people. Especially with a guy from the research and development. He was an information bureau about many other projects. I was closely working with him and his team to get inputs about other projects so that my writing will be different from others. Most of the time I was with him and was learning.
Meaning for breathing
Critical deadlines and continuous corrections for even a word I write was kinda putting me off. But I was continuously writing all the time, taking inputs from various people and references over the internet for 'how not to do' stuffs. One day when I was asked to make a script for one of their 'prestigious' projects, I had to go and meet the R&D guy in his cabin. That day is an important day of my life. Never knew that crossing fingers would cross my life. There was a girl like a spark of lightning on a rainy day, she came to me and was looking around the place I was seated. My back was instantly disturbed with her penetrating pair of eyes. I turned at once and got a sight of that female in me. All the sophisticated cameras and the hi-techie or high definition cameras would have committed suicide if they knew the speed I used to click series of her pictures. My eyes betray me at times, so it also clicked few parts that were totally covered with cotton fibers. I looked at her to know whether she is taking my pictures but she started to speak. All the Gods of the holy heaven were left without a drop of mercy because I couldn't hear even a syllable that she spoke. My cameras were too busy so I gotta focus totally on it for a better picture. It was the R&D guy who brought me back to my senses and helped me to listen honey. Yes! listen honey....that's her voice. I admit I am exaggerating a bit but I swear that she is all worth it. It was not love at first sight and it was not love at second sight. It's love in every sight of mine. I liked her innocence and they way she asked me about a picture that she lost. And I started to live that day. The oxygen I inhale became very valuable as from that moment I started to feel that it was all for her.
O2
Visits to the R&D became very frequent and I found it very interesting. Yes it was for her and only her. Catching up with a girl at the office become presumptuous to everyone. I liked her style and smile. Was running through her images clicked and stored in my memory every now and then. I wanted to touch her, her hug her and the thoughts like that were not rare. I openly ogled at her at the dining arena at lunch and tea time. I was seated in the first and she in the ground floor. I found my ways to the R&D for stupid reasons so that I can take new pictures. She was cool with a headset on or busy chatting with fellow mates. She was a workaholic I should say. All the time she was working and I also found her even after the clock stuck eighteen hours. Somehow everything in her was attracting me. I wanted to know her name, her number and talk with her more so that I can feed my craving towards her. I may decide whether she is the one I've been waiting for these many years. The very thought of it was like a blended scotch on a rainy day. So, I decided to do a background check. As told, people from HR were very friendly and that was a piece of cake for me. Except her horoscope I had her total database. To begin with, her mobile number, her family and even about her BOY FRIEND.
The Prank call
Knowing her and fantasizing my life with her was extreme fun. I enjoyed every frame where I imagined her with me or me with her. Even after knowing that she has a boyfriend the way I portrayed myself in front of her that increased curiosity about me in her. I made her talk about me to everyone she knew and that became viral in our office. Her colleagues, friends and boyfriend too asked her not to talk with me.I was seated with the designing team and one day I happened to see the 'identity card' design of hers'. I immediately pulled out her personal and her mother's mobile number. After a while I decided to play with her via sms or as a random phone call. Then I decide not to do it and just save her number. I get a copy of her ID card to my mail by begging to the designer. Later, at home I sat and was thinking about it on a couple of drinks. What are the possible ways that she will react. What if she complains to her boss? or HR? or scold me in office? or call me and slaps me? None of the options were OK to me so I gave up the idea of playing the prank. The next day I couldn't control myself and started to sms her. There was no reply for a couple of hours. I called, she didn't answer and it was completely mute. Later I got a call from her and I changed my voice a bit before answering the call. I spoke to her as someone else and said that I would like to build up a relationship with her. She apologized and disconnected the call. I texted her saying we can be friends and again I got a call from her. This time some other woman spoke(?). She actually threatened me not to call or message to that number again. In reflex I said, I can't stop, do what best you can. The other side went mute. With heaping curiosity I wanted to see at my girl's face and went to her cubicle at once. Meanwhile my seat mate had called her up in the intercom and revealed that it was me who played the prank. My girl called via intercom and spoke to me softly. And I said that I wanna be friends with her and she agreed. I also requested, ''Miss. Hottie, please do not forget me''. All I could hear after it was a giggle and a bye.
The Gift
Then after, I tried to do things that might draw her attention towards me. I moved away from her just to make sure that she drags her up to me. I acted as if I am afraid of her 'cause she might put me into a situation for my ''prank''. I never looked into her eye, I tried not to see her while she is seeing, I never smiled at her. Actually all these were to make her turn towards me. As expected in few days she stopped me while I was crossing her and asked why am I acting weird. I said that I was afraid of her and didn't even lift up my face. She asked me to come and talk to her normally and not to make it very obvious. I agreed and from then on, I was welcomed by her. She came and spoke to me, she passed signs, she was looking at me and the seed I planted grew so well with her eye sight as water. I kept messaging her every day for one reply to come. Days went by and all that happened was, I still waited. She wouldn't reply or even call me and talk. At times I doubt myself if she had got my message only. So one thing never changed, I texted and I waited. Few days later I was kinda decently dresses and tried to build up a convo with her. I just played saying it was my birthday. Eventually she wished me and I asked for a gift. She promised to give me one soon. But to my surprise she called me the very same evening after my office hours saying that she had made a gift for me. She had created a gift for me . Unfortunately I had left the office and was on my way home. But the feeling of she making me a gift was so exciting. For no reason I started to smile to myself.
First laugh and First touch
It was the next day when I bought a box of chocolates for her and kept in her cabin before she came to office. Her cabin mates saw it but never reacted. I smiled at them and went to my place where I was seated in total tension yet, waiting. Our working hours began and we started our respective jobs, while I was still waiting. It was 120 seconds past our business hours and no call from her. I continued to wait. My patience meter was going down while my anxiety was getting up, up and up. I had to meet few deadlines and for namesake I had to deliver products that would make me appear as if I was working. I even started to wonder if someone else have taken the box and would have finished it by now. Time went by and I concluded that she was on leave that particular day. One thousand and eight hundred seconds later, I got a call in my intercom. Somebody in my department answered the call and I was called. I was a little afraid as my boss can see our cubicle very clearly in the closed circuit camera. I answered the phone with a bewildered voice of 'Hello'. On the other side it was her. She was kinda commanding in her voice and asked me whether it was me who placed the chocolate box in at her desk. Good Heavens! She has spotted my box of love. I came back to senses with her repeated hellos and acted as if I had nothing to do with the box of chocolates. I even asked her a share if she can. I could sense that she was totally confused on the other side but I was smiling to myself. She disconnected the call abruptly and I came to my seat with a happy smile all over. In few seconds she called to my mobile and said that she came to know from her other colleagues that it was me who placed the box. She asked why-for which I never answered and then she smiled and said thanks. That day at our tea time, I asked her about my gift that she created and also confessed that it was not my birthday the previous day. Then came the magical moment of life. She scolded my poetically and laughed. Next, her first touch-she gave a pat on the back of my shoulder for my prank and I decided to make it a habit for that ''touch.''