4/27/2007

First Kisses- Part 2

Guess what? After nine years, Preethi bumped into Nawaz yesterday. Don't you think it's strange that she should, just after I write about her love story a few days back? Well, I think it is.....infact I keep looking down at my hands to see where exactly the magic is hidden.

Anyways, she was walking down precariously, balancing on her high heeled slippers. High heels not only give one the view of a taller person, they also bestow on their owners a sense of zen; the total and complete involvement needed in simply placing one footstep after the other. But ofcourse, some seem as if they were born wearing six inch killers on their heels;maybe there is something zen-like about that too.

Preethi's boyfriend, Mohan was waiting for her in front of the movie hall in Garuda Mall. He had tickets for Mungaaru Male. She was very angry with him, because he hadn't picked her up from work. This time ,atleast, she would make sure she didn't talk to him, even by mistake, until it was the interval. The movie would start in five minutes and the highly polished floor made sure she took her time walking across it. She got off the escalator and saw Mohan standing at the doorway. She conciously looked away when he waved at her. Wondering if she was being sufficently checked out by the hangers-around, she did her ususal scan-across-casually-with intent-look. Much to her annoyment everyone seemed busy in their own worlds.

Suddenly across the floor she saw him. Nawaz stood talking on his cell phone and since he hadn't made the scan-across-casually-with intent-look, to see if he were being checked out, he stood gently stroking his soon to be paunch. Preethi's heart quickened; "Ushu" she thought to herself, maybe she should just pretend she hadn't seen him.She looked back at Mohan who was gesturing wildly about how late is was getting. And immdeiately she turned around and walked towards Nawaz.

"Hi stranger" she said, in a voice that she had cultivated with immense patience, one which she thought combined the right degrees of sexiness and cuteness. He turned his head and his eyebrows shot up after the initial moment of registration. "One minute", he mouthed, sticking up a finger. "Ya ya" she mouthed back animatedly.

O God, she should never have come up to him, she thought. The movie must have started already and Mohan must be getting more bugged than she wanted him to. But this gave her time to look at Nawaz. He seemed too much of a man now. Nothing had changed perceptibly but still it had. "Hmmmm, I think I'll just sign out to him that I'm going off"

Just when she was about to, he hung up and said "HEY How are you?"
"O I'm fine. I'm fine!What a surprise to see you here!"
"Ya I came to book tickets for tomorrow's show"
"O ok!"
"How are you?"
"I'm very fine. How are you?"
"I'm absolutely great!"
"So what are you doing these days?Dad's business only?"
"O you still remember!Ya very well it is going. What are you doing? How is your family?"
"O I'm working in the Human Resources department of this company. Family is good".
"Hmm what a surprise no?"
Both managed to laugh a little, was he already married, she thought to herself.
"So when is your marriage?"
"O mine is in November", he said
She was taken aback, she never expected him to have an answer to the question. She thought he would have laughed it off or said , "Whenever you are ready". Wasn't that the Nawaz she knew?
"What about yours?", he asked
"Huh?"
"When is your wedding?"
"Mine?O........mine... is in October"; she added hurriedly, "Listen Nawaz I have to run, it's getting really late now."
"O ya okay. Nice seeing you here after all these years."
"Ya so surprising!Okay bye ,I'll run now"
"Bye!All the best!!"

She waved quickly and walked towards Mohan. "It's so late already and then you come and waste so much time speaking to some random guys"
"Not some random guy he happened to be completely crazy about me."
"Ya you will surely drive everyone crazy. Can we go in now?"

She hated entering the movie hall late, especially if their seats were not at the corners. After saying the customary excuse-me's, they finally sat down to the show. She sat glumly. The whole world seemed to be moving ahead, leaving her alone in a movie hall, playing a loud, senseless movie, next to a man who.......who....who hadn't picked her up from work! "Uff! Why couldn't she remember that she wasn't supposed to have talked to him until the interval?!"

"Was this the kind of guy she wanted to marry and spend the rest of her life with?", she wondered. "What if he behaved so callously after marriage also?What would she do when she would feel so lonely?When she cried?"

She looked at him "Maybe all that is not important. Atleast he got the movie tickets. And last Sunday had been so much fun. It won't be such a bad idea afterall"
In the interval he walked away to ease himself. She sat alone and wondered when, and if ever, Mohan would ask her to marry him.

14 comments:

Shree said...

Some more fizz to the plot and adaptation should be a cake walk,
high heels and all..
Just for curiosity sake, does Preethi thank Mohan for The Movie tickets?

ashwini said...

@shree- lol!its never enough for you no?good question actually....i'm wondering about it.......but i think....they had gone out sufficently enough number of times to leave 'thank you's' behind....

Anonymous said...

when did this ever happen...??? does it even signify any hope of procastination of paradoxical proportions to the existing mundane content. It truly reflects the insanity involved in the fight between the vulture and bull.....one has to attain divine peace...isnt it?????

Anonymous said...

hey ashy... you never called me up and told me you posted this.. :(

jan

catch 22 said...

Phew one things for sure, You are not Preethi :)

ashwini said...

@anon-i think i can only attain divine peace if u come back and explain ur comment to me.hmmm vulture and the bull?when do they fight?when the bull is dying?please please come back and explain.

@jan-u have forbidden outstation calls.hey o comment on the post jan?

@catch-lol!!lol!!what makes u so sure?please please come back and explain!!!!!

catch 22 said...

Its jus that I believe hat I know you well enough to say that u r not preethi :)

Anonymous said...

well preethi isn't the only one who hates entering movie halls late eh?

about the post, i hope mohan and preethi get together and let byegones be byegones! looking fwd to read happy ending :)

-jobless

Kumu said...

Pretty interesting :)

Anonymous said...

Ashy...u seem lost as ever dont you??? reminds me of a person who had a winning lottery ticket, but never realised the hole in her pocket...!!!!

Anonymous said...

and talking about divine truth,read between the lines and read very carefully.... what you will see is definately what is beyond your limited arch of vision....remove that 'mask' on your face and see the world in a different light... reality is only relative,its just a culmination of various concoctions of episodes that you have tread upon and not necessarily learnt from...anyway,caught up in your regular routine, you forgot to stop and look at your footprints...coz dear every step of yours is imprinted in the sands of time.

ashwini said...

@catch-no i'm not preethi....because she is just a figment of my imagination.
(pssssssst: i had to say that because preethi gets increasingly uncomfortable as i write about her)

@jobless- happy endings.......lets say happy beginnings!

@kumu- thanks!!:)

@anon-lol!my dear anon!!r u osho?
i agree with you after carefully considering your wise words. but instead of reading between lines and getting at divine truth, at the moment im more interested in divining ur identity. apparently you don't know me because you talk of my regular routine. but you know something of me and my winning lottery tickets and the state of my clothes! also you talk of my slight myopia of the right eye....which would need some understanding of me, i think.

hmmmm my footprints on the sands of time .....u say.....thats nice.....but what about when there's a dust storm?

catch 22 said...

I like the name preethi though. A long time back I read a forward on a love story, it was a cute one the heroine of the story was called preethi. And am not going to fall for Preethi is my figment of imagination, I know she is a pretty much real character and i know its not you :).

Footprints impringed on sands of time may be washed away by a sand storm but what abt the prints left on ones mind ?

ashwini said...

@catch- try a brainstorm...