Talked to Mu today, after quite a while. And the conversation reminded me a few incidents.
A few months back. At this Television channel office. And the place was filled with pretty women. Short, tall, pleasantly plump, long hair, gorgeous teeth, petite, voluptuous, slim, sexy, well, the place had them all. I have always lacked focus when it comes to women. I never ever have in life clearly decided whom to fall for. And most often, end up falling for every other attractive woman who can converse well. And this place looked like a heaven with all these angel like women walking around and without any surprise, my unfocused behavior reached an all time high.
I first fell for this petite looking So. She seemed quite a senior at the place. But that wasn’t a reasonable enough reason to have stopped me from liking her. She used to walk through my cubicle to reach hers. And appeared in my sight almost every other twenty minutes. She wore those pretty clothes which let know the world that she is absolutely petite and walked as if she was always in a hurry. I raised the lever in my chair to make sure I don’t miss checking her every time she passed my way. And soon, I realized that my stomach tickled a little too often each time. Understanding that its time I make some progress than just sit and gape at her, I made a few attempts at the coffee bar and the lunch room to make conversations with her. But damn. I never could. Somehow, my mind went blank every time and nothing materialized.
Also, I figured that I was spending all my free time at work with my batch mates. And my male instinct told me that having coffee and lunch with them was a total waste of time. They talked about women all the time, but never made any worthwhile attempt or progress. Stuck with them, I too made no progress. So decided I get rid of them first. Sacrificing male company has always been the easiest thing to do. This time too.
At around the same time, I meet Shi at work. Shi is one of those sweet looking, sweet girls. Genuinely. Shi and me had no common tastes, but still it was always fun talking to her. She wished the brightest ‘Good morning’s. And I tried my best to meet her first at work. Bad breakfasts and worse lunches didn’t bother me much when I managed to grab a chair in the same table as hers. She liked Hindi movies, which didn’t impress me much. But still it was interesting to listen to her talk about them. She was extremely charming, I wouldn’t deny.
Meanwhile, some of us from work decide to watch a movie. Some dumb shit guy decides on Eragon. And there were these two other pest like guys taking most of Shi’s time while we were waiting outside the cinema hall. I never fight it out in the open for a girl’s attention. So I let those two idiots fight between themselves. Which almost meant, its going to be one very boring evening.
Sy was also in the group. But I never have talked to her till then. And a few guys were fighting for her attention too. So the ever non-competitive me, gave up this time as well. But strangely, while we took our seats inside the hall, Sy happened to sit next to me. Since I heard from a few sources that she is an unbearable snob, I decided that its a clever thing to focus on the flying dragon the next two hours. But the flying dragon was a pain in the ass type movie. Don’t understand how these films manage to find people to invest in them.
But before I could wonder more along such lines, Sy asked me if its alright she bitches about the movie. I went like, wow!, interesting. Bitching about the movie was what I so badly wanted to do then. So we start pouring out the abuses. I almost fell for the way she bitched about the movie. To play more with my heart, she mentioned that ‘Cube’ is one of her favourite movies. My heart did something unusual immediately and I figured it could be love. She then talked more about her trekking adventures, Marathi movies and then, more movies in general. My heart told me confidently – She is your soul mate! We talked the whole two hours and I had no clue what went on the screen. All I could see was her face with the light reflected from the movie. And that she had an attractive mole close to her lips. Sigh.
I come back to my flat and realized that I couldn’t sleep. I was sure that I was in love. But damn, its already the weekend and it would take me two more days to meet her again at work. And stupidly, I did not even pick her telephone number. Which means that I wont be able to call her out for a date even if I muster enough courage. Sucks. And the next weekend, I was leaving to meet my folks. So it would be fucking long 15 days till I call her out. Anything could happen in 15 days. I had no patience.
I waited till it was morning. Checked if my love for her still stayed intact. It did. So I leave to the nearest internet browsing center and log on to Orkut. I try to reach her profile, but I guess I got the spell wrong. Then managed to find her profile from her institute’s group. Ah. She looked pretty, in a different way, in the picture. And creepily, I check her scrapbook. The first scrap is from a friend asking for her number. And I place my bet on my luck and check this friend’s scrap page, and weird luck loved me that moment. Sy had scrapped her number on the friend’s page. Its the universe conspiring, I tell myself. I saved the number and left.
And I call her. She was surprised that I had the number. I randomly claim that I took it from the recently updated company contacts database. The honeymoon season stops there. Lady luck only played her sadistic trick on me next. Sy claimed that she is busy the weekend with relatives. Damn! So the weekend passes uneventfully. But back at work again, I put my best foot forward. I managed all the coffee and lunch time with her. And I also was strangely, having coffee more often than usual. A week passes. My stomach stops tickling and I fall out of love. For no particular reason.
But thats alright. Thats when I meet Mu. Mu went to the gym at work more often than her cubicle. She claimed to have become plump-ier. But I only found that her extra pounds at some wrong places made her look more attractive. Mu loved country music. Was super sarcastic. Ate ugly looking salads. Knew everything about eating out in Mumbai. Has contributed to a book about traveling in India. And is a Piscean. And like most Piscean women, was very femininely-very beautiful. My stomach made those tickling noises again.
I make unnecessary trips to the other side of the floor every now and then, making up silly unconvincing excuses. Of course to check Mu. I was leaving work one day and was supposed to meet my flatmate in a different floor and take a rick back with him. But surprisingly, I meet Mu in the elevator and she asked me how I am leaving. And if she can join me till the nearest railway station. So this flatmate is waiting for me. And Mu asks me if she can come with me. Like in all situations of crisis, I decide logically and wisely. And ditched my flatmate.
I take the rickshaw with Mu. Had no clue if there were any railway stations on the way. But without any hesitation, told her that there is a station where she can get down. The rickshaw driver however revealed after a while that he had to take some other route to reach the station. But then, it was already too late for Mu to make alternative plans. After she left, my mind swiftly switches to the guilt mode. The poor flat friend must be still waiting for me in his cubicle. I message him saying, ‘I looked for you. But it appears like you have already left. But its alright. I have also left now’. The unsuspecting nice guy he is, replies saying that he is still waiting. I said, ‘Oh. Sorry. Some confusion. Please leave now. Am already in a rickshaw’.
Oh. There is sure lot more. But later.
