L4 : Fascination : And the patience test

 

But the soon was not so sooner.

 

Actually the main reason for the extension of this nearby soon was Payal’s bad relationship with computer, mobile and the things related to them.(Still no improvement in the relationship) This ultimately ended up with the misconception about facebook’s idle/offline chat category, which used to be in its early days (Is it still there?). Payal used to think that staying offline will let me see her idle and I would ping her. On the other hand, just to hide my desperation I didn’t message her as she was offline on FB.

 

Apparently the story goes like this…

 

I was having a short vacation from the next day on, still I woke up too early (presumably 11 AM was too early for me as far as college days are concerned). The actual plan was to get up, take tea and start studies for campus placements which were going to be commenced in three four days. But as usual I by myself scrapped my study plans and opened www.facebook.com. (Ya placement study site was still open in the adjacent tab.. obviously in the hibernate state.)

 

“Payal will hopefully be online by now as it is her time to be back to hostel.” I thought while the facebook page was loading.

 

It was the day when even internet was too slow and I started digging into neighboring house which was playing the still "shhhhhhhhh" TV screen (excavating the neighboring house was my time pass activity from the day we shifted to the new apartment in Ahmedabad.). Many a times I wonder that with the age of digital set-top-boxes, nobody younger than 10 or so probably has ever seen the static "shhhhhhhhh" screen. Anyways while the FB page was loading and the “shhhhhhhhh” was going on I started my planning on what to talk, ask to Payal if she is online. (which I was so sure she would be.)

 

“Today I will definitely ask her phone number… Would she give it to me? Yeah surely... Why won’t she? Am I getting too distressed?”

 

“beep.”(You can assume anything from shit to ##@@. I won’t mind) I uttered as I got the surprise kick from my roommate Dens (we were following this ritual to wake up each other).

 

“Get up… rascal.” Dens voiced as he went nearby his so called folding bed.

 

“I already have… you stupid.” I replied back as the blue facebook screen popped up.

 

“Oh I didn’t realize.” Dens chuckled.

 

“F*** ##f.” I frowned diverting my mind not on notification bar but on the chat box.

 

There were around forty people online none of them named Payal Desai. I checked and rechecked and rechecked… but for the very first time my gut feeling was unfortunately wide of the mark. I was never desperate for anything be it the board results or the Dan Brown thriller. I was confused why was I getting this much frantic?

 

“Actually I had to start the campus studies, but instead of that I am doing some crap things with much desperation.” I thought.(OK... It was just an instant thought Payal, nothing serious. No kick to the curb this time.)

 

May be it was Stockholm syndrome (omg the traumatic bonding? That wasn’t expected) or may be the love at first chat (ogh!!… BTW it wasn’t the first chat with Payal) or maybe it was just that my intuition was challenged the first time. Whatever the reason might be… It was just unnerving… Unnerving, intimidating and upsetting the whole three days.  Until…

 

…Until Payal’s facebook wall spoke something the fourth day… A single word… Or can say the silver lining in the dark cloud. (Update on Payal’s facebook wall is as rare as the Bismuth Crystals or the Machu Picchu.).

 

BTW the three days gap was in fact just perfect as far as Barney Stinson’s logic is concerned. Confused? OK then read it one more time…

“Jesus waited three days to come back to life. It was perfect! Why?  

If he had only waited one day, a lot of people wouldn’t have even heard he died. They’d be all, “Hey Jesus, what’s up?” and Jesus would probably be like, “What’s up? I died yesterday!” and they’d be all, “Uh, you look pretty alive to me, dude…”  

And then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the people’d be like “Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro…”  

And he’s not gonna come back on a Saturday. Everybody’s busy, doing chores, working the loom, trimming the beard,  

NO. He waited the perfect number of days, three.  

Plus it’s Sunday, so everyone’s in church already, and they’re all in there like “Oh no, Jesus is dead”, and then BAM! He bursts in the back door, runnin’ up the aisle, everyone’s totally psyched. (and FYI, that’s when he invented the high five.)  

That’s why we wait three days to call a woman, because that’s how long Jesus wants us to wait…. True story.”

So… On the perfect day with the grace of God the story resumed (now with much more thrust). The word was…

“Champagne!!”



PS: All writings categorized under ‘Notebook’ will be prefixed with L’number’ ex L1

L3 : Inception : It's never too late

 

 

…But it happened.

It all started with the last day of B.Tech Semester-7. Actually me falling in love (that too with a beautiful girl) is totally surprise story even for me. Don’t take it otherwise but I was one of those male chauvinist guys who use to think that 80% (Not all) of the attractive girls are bimbo (Ya… I still quite often muse on why some girls think acting dumb deliberately is cute?)

Anyways. Where was I? (This topic always diverts my mind). Ya… So… Annual exams of the 7^th sem had just concluded and me with my roommates had planned to grab Pizza at Ahmedabad’s so called renowned (actually cheap) Pizza café. I don’t remember the name of that café but for sure it was neither Pizza hut nor Dominos and pizza over there was cheaper and truly testier.  We relished an awesome dinner obviously after those seven haunting exam nights and went back to our apartment with the plan of net surfing, playing cards and ultimately not sleeping the whole night.

However, that day the universe had different plans for me. We went back to our apartment and out of the blue my roommates converted the apartment into game zone. Evidently “Rise of Nations” never fits my bill and I started facebooking which is one of the conjoint likes (Ya In spite of being poles apart, we have two common interests… net surfing and travelling) of both me and Payal. Most probably this was the day when the story commenced, when we were no longer the pink zoned friends, when I was not just the studious guy for her and she was no longer the shy girl(great misconception from my site as Payal was not at all shy…)  for me who used to sit on the first bench.

It had been three years from our high school days and we were not at all in contact with each other. Obviously the main reason was being those 90’s kids for whom carrying mobile phone in the school was crime (I was the offender, carrying the Nokia beast 3315 to school). And because of that after the result day of our 12^th grade we both were totally separated for three long years. No contact, no scraps, no texts nothing… until that fortunate day of winter 2010.  

The clocks were approaching 9:30, it was dark outside, the murky sizzling winter of Ahmedabad…

“Hello” I unexpectedly pinged Payal.

“Hi” She replied tediously… obviously discerning why I pinged her.

“Howz you?”  I asked her.

“Nice Pic” I again pinged the two common words which I pings every single girl I chat with, and as far as my experience is concerned, which every girl in the world likes and apparently takes seriously at any point of time.(Confession : Payal! You are the first and the last girl I told these two words earnestly) (Either I have to confess or this could be my last blog as blow of pressure cooker on head can lead me to anything from short term memory loss to brain hemorrhage)

“Fine. Thanks. What about you? Howz life?” Payal replied.

“Life is… ” And I went on.

We chatted the whole three to four hours about our school days, about our pink zoned friendship, about our studies, about our plans, about our families, about almost everything.  It was the moment when we started knowing each other more intensely, It was the moment when I actually thought we can be more than pink zoned friends, more than good friends, more than the chat buddies.

“All right then see you later…” I replied as Payal g2g.(Obviously I might have chatted the whole night if I couldn’t have found, from our conversation, that Payal was (as always) voraciously drowsy.)

“C U soon.” She bade good bye.
...But the soon was not so sooner.

PS: All writings categorized under ‘Notebook’ will be prefixed with L’number’ ex L1