Monday, October 17, 2011

My First Proposal

Hmm.. Here I start.. To start with, I should say about the name of girl whom I proposed. Lets call her Malavika, although it's a fake name.
It all started with my high school life. It was a fresh school as I was kicked out of my older school as a result of my academic skills :D.
8th class at Jai Rani. first day, I went their with my brand new specs (which my optometrist insisted I should). Yes, it made me look a geek and it was a blow to my (what I believed) handsome features and gave me a perpetual nerd look :D. Another geek(who is currently pursuing his MBBS) was sitting beside me. He asked me, "Your name please?" I replied with my name and then he came to ask me the marks I secured in previous class. I said with the same. What he said next was, "OMG, I thought this guy would be a genius and would end up being my enemy". Whatever, their fell a name for me, 'Genius'. And in between all those 'genius' calls, I managed to stare at her often.
And a month went past..

And I started liking my school.. Friends came in and life was different from what I knew to be.. It was the day when we got answersheets after the terminal exmaninations.
Like any self respecting guy, I didnt want 2 let her know my marks (I dont think she was interested either).. I hid myself behind someone to avoid, her inqusitive eyes. Yes, as usual I sucked up marks for Math, though I managed to scrape through :P
From here on, Im talking about a new girl.. Hmm, lets call her Priyanka.. She was equally breathtaking and charming as Malavika.In between all those class activities, predictably some gossip generated and passed on with Priyanka and myself as the main characters. And I couldn't believe what was happening with me in Priyanka's case..Motivation from friends(not all) will often makes you fall in depth.. Someone said, "Go for it, man". Most dangerous words. Like they say, har ek friend zaroori hota hai, we need some one to push our back. This tiny encouragement was what I needed. My mind gravitated towards her like a magnet who just discovered its magnetic properties.
That was my second crush at Jai Rani..
And during my epic tale of crushes, there was one instance that made us more..closer
Well, maybe not "close" as defined by the usual speakers. Anyway I was playing with my brand new Cello Gripper's cap in the class. Accidently, which I incidently enjoyed, the cap flew and fell on her. She smiled and gave the cap back.. I continued with my game in a sense of hope. As luck would have it, it fell on her Again. She returned it with a look that said, "Do it once more, and you'll never see that cap again". But this was all my mates needed. They gave quite a response and she was moved to tears and ran outta class. Maybe, it wasnt my lucky day. She ran out of the class, crying while i sat with my eyes, waiting? I was pretty scared, if she will report it to teachers, I can kiss goodbye to my dreams of this dreamgirl. Thats when the musical trrnnnnnng noise hit my ears.Yes, the lunch recess..!
I ate my food pretty fastly and geared towards school ground. I just didnt have the nerve to face her. Few of my classmates came towards me and what normal people called friends do. They said, "Things are not going great, heard she already reported it to class teacher". There. They said it. Now I didnt wanna go back to class. But my 'helpful' friends managed to take me with them. The lucky stars which had a smug smile earlier was smiling upon me now. Things seemed normal and she was fine too. And from the very next day, she started avoiding me. Meanwhile 8th class finished as we were done with final exams.


IX, standard: the prequel to boards.
With some luck I still had, they didnt shuffle the class this time. New uniforms, students paraphernalia...the good old days were back. Nothing happened worth mentioning regarding my 'crush'. Still, I'd like to share some. As Priyanka was the most popular girl in school, people started noticing me through her.. But to be honest, apart from the few unintentional things happened in the 8th std, I didnt try to gain her attention again. In the interim, another geek guy who was friends with her, told me that he revealed my feelings for her to her and she laughed out loud. Ouch! That made me think that I may not be good enough to be in a relationship. Now, I'm dubious of his story, whether to believe it or not. Well, moving on, this was not my 'First' proposal I was talking about. I decided it was time to get over her. I wanted to be in her friend's list, but didn't had guts to talk or even look at her. And thus ends my uneventful academic year of 9th.

Xth standard...
As the school management was more concerned about flaunting a 100% pass certificate, they usually starts the 10th class in Mid-summer. I wasnt too happy about this, for this was my quality time meant for my cousins. The second blow was the class shuffling which separated me from Malavika. In a few days I adapted and glad to be back with friends. Thats when the MBBS geek guy came over to me askng, "da, you signing up for basketball? Tryouts would be at evening" to which I readily agreed. By evening, I went along with him to the basketball ground. As expected, there were a "couple" of other wanna be basket ball players.
So it was decided,  we play a mock game, and the selection was on a performance basis. Although I couldn’t drop the ball in basket, I did manage to make a few passes. And it was all over by then. I fell down. Just like that. A hard one. Hoo!! That hurt like hell. Play got interrupted. Sir took my hands in his' and shook it for sometime. But the pain persisted. With that killing pain, I went back home. I managed to take my crying limb to go hospital and doctor wrapped in up in plaster of Paris and prescribed some funny looking tablets. Next day at school, like a war hero coming home, everyone waiting to have a look at my hand. I was standing at the corridor when I saw Malavika walking towards the entrance with a file in hand. She used to come in her dad's green Esteem car. I felt an invisible wave of cold breeze hit me. She gave a sorrowful look and walked away..
WHAM...!! Back to square one. My first crush was back.Yes, I liked her. Next day onwards, I started going to her class more often. I never missed any opportunity to have a glance of her. I realised that it's officially my first 'more than crush' love. I knew she was aware of my constant watch on her. The clock was ticking and 10th public exams gradually made its way to us.  We had a quick farewell party in between where all were busy swapping autographs. I wanted one from her,  but didn’t have courage to ask her.  I expressed my wish to a mutual friend of ours and he said, "Dont worry man, I'll do it for you".  I watched him go to her class from the window.  She was sitting in the last bench with her best friend.  I saw him giving my autograph book to her followed by some small talk. She wrote and he returned with book to my outstretched (recently fixed) hands. Emotions flooded in me. Anxiety, exhilaration, love, curiosity..I could go on.  I searched for that 'very very special' page. Yes, I found it. She had written the words with her glitter green color pen. 

"THANX FOR CONSIDERING ME AT THIS LATE OCCASION..THANX A LOT
                                                                                                                      -MALAVIKA"
I'm including a snap of that 'very very special' page below.. :D


Well, I was more than satisfied with the things happened. I was on cloud 9 since then, but I didn't get to see her because of improperly timed study leave. I couldn't imagine a life without her and I was madly in love <3. I seriously decided to propose her on the final day of the exam and waited as I didn't want to distract her during exams. Final day of exam, I decided it is time. Exams got over and we all were happy pondering about the happy days that was waiting ahead. I must have been the only person who was tensed after the war with textbooks. I wanted to get her alone.. But, that was rendered impossible, even in the planning phase. I followed her till the bus stop.. But her damn friends, hasn't finished with their "goodbyes" yet. She got in bus n went..I was so depressed. Suddenly something hit my mind. I can send an e-mail, and nothing stands on my way! Yaay! And I had her e-mail address which from my autograph.. Obviously, I knew it by heart. I ran to a cafe nearby, got a cabin, and thought of writing my first 'love letter'.. English wasn't my best subject back then (doesn't mean that I mastered it now, still!!) I started typing my fist love letter of my life, that too as e-mail (really thankful to technology). I didn't know anything except the usual 'I LOVE YOU' stuff.. I'm uploading a screenshot of that e-mail. Get ready to laugh your ass off !!
(I had deleted this e-mail at the very next moment I sent it.. But I asked Malavika to forward it since I badly wanted to see it..)


Saw ? How was it? I'm gonna reserve my readers comments and I'm taking an apology beforehand for the English I used. For a 15 year old love smitten boy, grammar rarely becomes the main priorty. She saw my mail, but didnt respond (which I came to know later).. I hope you have enjoyed the read.. And THAT was my first proposal.

12 comments:

  1. awwwww sweettt... what happened then??? curious to know more.. :D

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  2. haha.. wait. last part is comin soon..

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  3. awsm ..i knw tat grl...he..he..bt wl not say..
    bt i ddnt knw tat u had such a grt lve afre in our highschl dayz...nw iam witn for last part...pots it man...i fl so curious..abt ur grt past..ha

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  4. you shud consider rytng an autobiogrphy! :)

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  5. chetta.. gud one..:)) keep writing..

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  6. Lyk an old photograph, tym can make a feeling fade, but d memory of a first luv nvr fades away.
    Great da...
    Waiting for d last part............

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  7. hey nice da.......!!! gud creation...!!bt wht hapnd dn???????? post dt part also da...... i m eager to knw d climax....:))

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  8. much like watching a disney primetime s opera.....:D:D this is my fav "like a war hero coming home"......wow, just imagine that scene....aravind with the broken arm and curious eyes.....

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  9. wowww...it was really fun reading how ur "yellow" rose turned a "red" one...

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  10. aliyaaa kidu..ninakk appo itrakkoke kazhivundayirunnu alle..gud.keep it up...

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  11. Expression through words! Keep writing!!!

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