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Monday, February 13, 2006

My shilpa

With valentine day s round the corner -- this is my idea of a story...

for a change i am the hero and u can t believe it..well,read it when u find time..

Son, today I ll tell you a story. It s a story close to my own heart. I do hope it will show you the right path. Saying this, the 50-odd-year-old gentleman moved from the seat he was occupying, to the huge bay window overlooking the lush greenery of Coimabatore. A faraway look crept into his eyes.

Some thirty years ago, there was as boy your age. We will just call him our hero . I knew him as I know my own flesh and blood. Talented and carefree, he lived each day as it came. Planning for the future was absurd, according to him. Academics were the last thing on his mind. The only reason you could usually find him in the library of the Coimbatore Institute of Technology (CIT) was his passion for books. The other place you would spot him in was the lush lawn in front of his hostel. He could spend hours talking to a spellbound audience – after all, he wasn t the best debater and orator in Coimbatore for nothing.

Life ambled along at a leisurely pace for an entire year. Then Cupid struck. It was her dark, curious eyes that stopped him in his tracks. She was looking for something. She went up to the librarian. As she looked up, a beam of sunlight fell on her face, creating a halo around her. The soft beam played on her lustrous black hair, twinkled for a flash and disappeared in her deep dark eyes, gently kissed her lovely lips and flirted with her ivory cheeks Is Erich Segal s Love Story out? I can t find it.
The librarian replied, It s due back today. Check later.

Love Story? Why! That s why I came here in the first place – to return this! our hero thought. And the book passed hands, as did a grateful smile from her to him.

Our hero, smitten as he was, found out all about this girl. Alas! She was the brightest student in the college! How would an average student approach a girl who already had a reputation for being interested in nothing but her books? To compound matters, she was in a different course.

Days passed into weeks, months and years. Our hero desperately tried to match her in academics, but to no avail. Success came so easily to her, but always seemed to elude him. Two years passed swiftly by. Our hero, slowly and silently, fell madly in love. The sylvan avenues of CIT stopped being just roads. They became the paths to his dream – a dream that always revealed itself to him, but never came within hid grasp. Our hero waited for her to return every book to the library so that he could touch it, leaf through it before anyone else did. It helped that she had exactly the same reading tastes as him.
At the end of another two years, our hero realized that he had to do something. Hers was a three-year course and she would soon be leaving college. His was a four-year course - he still had another year to go.

So he mustered up all his courage and told her the condition of his heart. She merely remarked that if he wanted to marry her, he d have to ask her parents.

Ah! our hero thought, There s the perfect girl to take home to mother. She graduated and left the college, but not before he had extracted from her a promise to keep in touch.

A regular correspondence soon blossomed into a strong bond. Our hero was still out to impress her. He worked very hard. He had just one objective and he intended to achieve it. His happiness knew no bounds when she joined CIT for her masters degree. But life is not always fair – and she moved to another, better college.

One day our hero invited her to see his computer project – a piece of work that had created waves at even international symposiums and won him innumerable awards. He had no hopes of her actually coming – she lived too far away, and in any case, why would she be interested in some computer project? But come she did. And much as his heart was a-flutter, so was his software, which stubbornly refused to work.

That s not the way it happens in movies, he thought ruefully. But neither did movies have such a lovely guest – who extricated our hero from his chagrin by her charm and graciousness.

Time went by and our hero didn t know what to do, or what to think. At times, it seemed that she was so close – she was his own, they were destined to be together. At others, she seemed so distant, so aloof that he wondered whether he wasn t just chasing a chimera. His tortured mind sought rest and refuge, but what could his heart do when the refuge it sought was the very cause of his misery? The cause and the cure were one – and where one began and the other ended, he couldn t tell.
The only place he found peace in was the beautiful Krishna temple in Coimbatore. The pristine white marble structure against a lush backdrop of myriad hues of green was his sanctuary. Krishna s idol was his mentor and friend. Our hero always conversed with him – sometimes for hours together. Whether he was happy or sad, our hero never failed to tell the Lord. In the thousand lamps lit for the Lord, he saw her face – as he had first seen it in the library, and it gave him strength to persevere.

Soon he finished his studies and got a great job in Bangalore. He asked for her hand again – and got the same response this time too. However, this time, she did tell him that he was one of her two best male friends. This bittersweet news gave him both pleasure and anxiety. Who was this other friend? Now our hero had to prove himself better than this other friend.
He worked and worked, inspired by the thousand lamps at Krishna s feet, and by the thousand images of that one face that he loved so dearly. Finally, he cleared the country s toughest examination and took admission in the best management institute in the country – Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad. Two years later he had a job to die for. He was everything that anyone could ask for in a son - in – law.

So this time our hero went straight to the girl s parents. They agreed.

Within a week, they were engaged. At the engagement our hero asked our heroine, Where is your other best friend ? she replied, He never existed – but had I told you that, would you have worked this hard?
And then, our hero knew he had always been right in his choice.

Son, I m only trying to tell you that anything worth having will not come easy. If you love her, you ll have to win her – otherwise you won t be Able to cherish her.

Yes dad you re right. Thanks a ton. Saying this he got up, a light of determination shining in his eyes and left.
Honey, where did Prateek go? It s time for lunch now. Both of you are just the same – father and son are never on time, upbraided the gentle 50-odd-year-old lady.

As she walked towards her husband of 27 years, the sunlight fell on her face, creating a halo around her. The soft beam played on her salt-and-pepper hair, twinkled for a flash, and disappeared in her deep dark eyes, gently kissed her lovely lips, and flirted with the very slight wrinkles on her ivory cheeks.

Sweetheart, I was just telling our son our love story. Let s prepare to welcome another beautiful young bride to our home. Then, taking his wife in his arms he said, But I m sure she s not as beautiful as you are.
Don t be so sure, after all – he s your son!

:: scribbled by Prashanth at 2/13/2006 12:22:00 AM

7 Comments:

On peelings enakku puriyudhu da.. Veetla sollu ponnu paaka! :))
dei,
i just wrote a story which was supposed to have a happy ending unlike what happened a year back , that doesn't mean i wanna get married..nah... moi wants to be bachelor for another 4 years..
Hey Prashant,

Hmnn...have taken a printout....and the slim council is eagerly awaiting to take an interview of the budding story writer......

So this is what u have been upto all these days..haan....


"His tortured mind sought rest and refuge, but what could his heart do when the refuge it sought was the very cause of his misery? The cause and the cure were one and where one began and the other ended, he couldn t tell."....this was real good!

Shirish
cool one mate..
enakku yen college gnabagam vandhudichu.....
perhaps i should have told her....
..engrossed as you were in leafing lovingly through the books your love'd touched..you failed to notice the inconspicuous soul that eyed your fingers caress the pages and sighed a million times to have been the one who'd returned the book..
..she's today happily married to an IIMA guy, who'd followed her in the IIMA library where she'd strived to get in..with hopes galore..she still gasps at the thought of the IIMA guy having been you..
..another success story?
wow.
anonymous this is an interesting twist..wish i had seen that angle.. well its not a success story but a failure to convert..of coz some exaggerations have been added to add more spice..

unf..i am not the IIMA guy and donno whether another IIMA grad is now wedded to my shilpa..
Story was really nice.but even IIMA has its limitations in the very conservative society like ours.

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