A Love Story

Love.. Aah..how could one explain it? It is the most beautiful feeling in the universe. Yeah… I know I am exaggerating a bit. There are stuffs that are really more important than love. Actually I feel love to life is like salt to dishes. Salt completes the dish and  makes it tasty,but you can't have just salt alone for food  :p...
But guys, this is my f***ing blog  and my topic today is love and I must have a great opening sentence to highlight love . So I am not going to retreat from my statement- Love is the most beautiful and important feeling in the universe....period... 3:) :p
And I myself am very lucky to have several love stories in my life. Aah don't think I have a series of "Laila-Majnu" or "happily lived ever after " kind of stories up my sleeve. What really happens is, evry time I  gather the guts to express my love to a girl, some cool  guy with 6 pack, phones and shit would have  already got her on  his bike…(**sigh**).
Anyway I will share one  of my love stories here. Obviously I am going to alter the details a bit for my own safety. You see, all my crushes had Hitlers for brothers and lovers. If they happen to see this blog, I won't be able to write anything for quite some time :-/..
And one more thing- if you are some one who is looking for inspirational stories to win your crush's heart, don't go further.. Trust me, this has a very sad ending.. (**deep sigh**)

So my first love happened during my first standard. You know, even as a kid I was against the educational system in our country. I despised it, actually.  My young mind was disturbed about the pathetic condition of our educational system and about other students who are at the receiving end of this messed up system. And every morning,  this disturbance usually came out as tears. But my parents , sister and others thought I was crying because I was lazy and was afraid to go to school. But folks, that was not the truth. My concern was about the future of students in our country and what came out of my eyes were not tears but the concern liquified….!!!!  What?..Okay.. I get it..you didn't buy it,right?.. Crap.. Well, I will tell you the truth…Yes I was lazy and was afraid to go to school :-/
Most of my nights were spent plotting a smart plan to skip the school next day, but with little luck. My mom was too smart for my bull shits. As a result, my mornings were filled with tears and prayers to almighty to make the van driver sick. But that guy was like a human antibiotic-he hardly got  sick :@ :@
And  once I reach the class, I got busy in my own  world, while teachers and the rest of the class busy with theirs. Things were going smoothly like this and then came trouble. She was the class representative and was supposed to collect copy books, write down the names of students who talk in the class during free hours etc. My name never came up in the talking students list - as I was busy staring at her during free hours. And this continued for almost two years. Only thing I managed was to keep staring at her whenever possible.
But I never knew that I had a counter part in my own  class. He was a kind of celebrity there. He was a good singer, he always got first in running races and above all he was good at beating up others.
And one day, this ₹&@₹$£*%#^  gave her a love letter. Can you believe it? I have been staring her for the past 2 years and hadn't even spoke a word and this boy gave her a f*cking love letter. My first thought was to beat this guy and make him say he is sorry. But you know, even as kid, I was a true Gandhian..I believed in non violence and I decided to forgive him..Okay..okay..I admit it… I was afraid to go for a fight :@ :@ 
But you know, that actually was a good chance to impress her. And I meddled it. But I decided,if I get another chance, I will definitely utilize it.
And one more year passed and it is almost the end of 4th standard and my parents were discussing about moving me to another school. So I determined to express my feelings to her . Couple of times I I did walk upto her but, my mouth got dried, heart beat shot up and I starts shivering. No..no this  is not the usual bull shit they write in love stories when the hero sees "the one".i got nervous because I remembered her reaction when he gave her the love  letter, the mess she made in the class and the way the teacher beat him after that . So I  just ran away from her and sat quietly in my seat 😵😵

But god was on my side..at-least  I thought he was, for some time. During a physical education hour, I was busy scavenging an antlion(it is an insect that lives in small hole under the sand.. known as kuzhiyana in malayalam. I got its English name after a lot of research :p.. My mother  nearly kicked me out of the house for keeping on asking it to her :p) Anyway I was scavenging it and rest of the class were playing football, hide and seek etc.. And suddenly I heard a huge row and the love letter guy running in his top speed and I heard my would-be better half's name in the commotion.. So I deducted he had made some new problems. When enquired, I found that he has wrote her name all over his body and when he pulled his pants up while playing football somebody saw it and that was the reason for the commotion.
My insane half kept telling me that  this was my last chance.. I will be moved to another school in 3 months and I won't be seeing her again, if I don't manage to  make an impression now.  The sane half of my brain kept reminding me that I cannot out run him as he is a natural athelete. Even if I catch him, he will beat me to pulp. But after two minutes, my insane half won the battle. She was standing near me and I heard the hero in me saying to her-"Hey  don't worry. I know he has been disturbing you for quite long time.Today we will end his trouble.. Let me go after him, catch him and bring him to the teachers room before he wipes off your name from his body. " . I expected a look of appreciation from her, but what I got was a "what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-this-guy?" kind of look from her. From her looks, I understood that this was the day she actually noticed that I existed... :@ Anyway that was no excuse to keep the (insane) hero in  Me from going after him.
After a minute or two, I found him near the gents toilet. Near gents toilet, there is a  place to wash hands after lunch and besides it, there is a pit to dispose waste food and other junks. So when he heard my foot steps, he prepared to run and when he saw me, he smiled and told "oh it was you".. I was a bit disappointed by his response. I would have preferred him getting  angry like Amrish puri in the climax of Hindi films. But one cannot blame  him. I was considered as the most harmless being.
His cold response made me even more angry and I told him what I am planning to do and ran towards him with gritted teeth and half closed eyes.He ran, I followed and he ran towards the waste pit. I followed him and when he reached very near the pit, he turned and avoided the pit. But me, who was running with all my power and half closed eyes, fell straight into the waste pit with a loud thud. I thought I was going to die, but I was happy that I die trying to catch a deceitful, honor-less womanizer. I lied there thinking about my heroism. After some time,the lover-letter boy came back with some teachers and staffs and they pulled me out of the pit. And when they took me to clean me up, I saw my would-be- better- half standing there. I looked at her like a war hero, expecting to see tears rolling down her cheeks. I did see tears on her cheek..but it was because she, along with all  other assholes gathered around there, was laughing hysterically….. 👹👹
Can  you guys believe it? The b*tch was laughing.. After all the things I had gone through, all the years I spent staring her…the bi*ch was laughing…

Then the teachers did an excellent job on my body. They asked me to lie down. One of them poured water through a hose, and another washed me using her feet. You cannot blame them, that pit had decayed food items and I was pretty smelly. After that first round, they washed  me using soaps and gave me a fresh pair of dresses to change. My love for that b**ch also washed away with the waste food, after that bath.

That day I took an oath that I will never fall in love with any girl in my life.And I felt that love is the most deceitful and disgusting feeling in the universe.. 👹👹.

The oath stood intact for 3 months and then I saw this new girl in my new school…and love became the most beautiful feeling in the universe again 💏💏 😜😎

Ambition

Honestly,I don't know what to write.Actually this blog is a first step to change myself.To be more precise, by writing this blog I am making my first step to free myself from the shackles of laziness that is tethering me. I know that one sounds theatrical, but that is how this world works,right?? Nobody buys simple things you say.But make it complicated enough, you will be surrounded by listeners... Anyway, back to business - I will share a story with you -
   
 Once in school, a teacher asked us to share what  our ambition in life is.Answers came flowing.Some said doctors, others engineers,some others athletes and a couple or two said their ambition is to become a teacher(Personally, I believe, those wanna-be teachers were the most diplomatic among the lot and they were simply buttering that teacher's ass. And I dare say they will end up either as politicians  or Miss Universe). And the result was that every one in that class got congratulated  and special congratulations were given to the wannabe-teachers for "understanding the value of teaching profession in such a young age".
   
But there was this one guy, (I am not telling who he is,but i guess you guys know it already ;] )who told his ambition is to have a fast car,eat his favorite food,go and visit lots of places and do whatever crazy stuffs (like walking in the rain)he is banned from doing as  a kid.
When  finished, he looked at the teacher,expecting her to shower words of appreciation as she did to the rest of the class.But instead what he received was a look, as if she was gang raped by a bunch of chimpanzees. She, like a priest guiding a lost soul to the path of Heaven, advised him ,or rather,gifted him with  wise words - which she said unlock several doors in life,and will lead him to success.

Now the problem is I never did actually grow up. My ambitions are simple and almost similar to that of the little boy in the story. I just want to go to places,spend time with my family, lay on my back in the rain,enjoy the sunset with couple of beer, "getting high" once in a while or getting laid,may be.. or whatever shit that makes each day count.

I think deep down every body have dreams like these.And the profession they choose is just a path to reach these dreams.But that path is a pretty tricky one.It makes one feel that the journey is more important than the destination itself.So people never stop working. They gather money, money and more money and their dreams remains as dreams.

I just shared my views.During your busy schedules to pile money or fame or power,please give this a thought.Make sure that you are not stunned by the marvel of the path that lead to your dreams. Enjoy lifeeeee !!!!