L.O.V.E – INSATIABLE
Everybody needs love. It was and has become
the quintessential human emotion. Love,
a topic so widely discussed and differently perceived by many people. But what
exactly is love? I would love quoting it as “A human emotion which has no
barriers”. Love has many forms but the widely discussed one is about the love
of a beloved. At this present point of time I am really fortunate enough to
experience this showered blessing in my life.
To begin with I am Swetalina, a female by
birth (blame my XX chromosome), an electrical engineer by mistake and a
neurotic writer by passion. A plain Jane
– the girl next door. Convent education
and spending teenage years with Mills and Boons spurned the idea of a dream
man. The TDH types. Blame the hormones and the peer pressure a horrible first
relation with a heartbreaking break up; never did I thought I could ever fall
in love.
The concept of childhood sweetheart was
already ruined by my breakup, but I had made my mind no more emotional trauma I
was going to undergo again. I had thought of it, it’s going to be a
COST-BENEFIT analysis only. And here I step into college with a rejuvenated me
with new vigour to be something.
(Here enters Mr. N). New place new people
do I need to know anybody before joining college and lo behold social media
comes to rescue—ORKUT. Social media was taking its toll and ORKUT was the in thing
to network. Searched for the community of college and see if I could find any
people of my batch. Before I could add
anybody there blinks a friend request from Mr. N. I clicked on his profile and
could see a profile picture which read “I’M FAR FROM NORMAL”. “What sort of a
psycho he is?” I thought. Anyways added him and here he was my first college
friend and moreover he belonged to my hometown.
This addition led to chats and it led to discovering each other’s hobbies
and found out he was a typical boy whose religion was cricket and GOD was
Tendulkar. I was happy atleast I will be knowing atleast a single person on the
orientation day.
1st September, 2007- first day
at college. I was looking for Mr.N but couldn’t locate him, never mind I
thought he might have bunked and so I went upto the library to read some books
to idle away time. I was just at the counter issuing a book when I heard
somebody calling me, “Hey Swetalina”. As I turned around I saw a boy stretching
out his hand to shake hands here he was Mr.N. Formally I shook hands with him
and took leave so that I could engross myself in the book. It is actually an
awkward situation when you meet your online friend.
College started and I hardly had any
interaction with Mr. N he was busy with his group of friend and I was busy with
my set of friends. Though we were of the same branch and class we hardly
interacted with each other given the fact the only mode of communication we had
was ORKUT and being newbie’s we weren’t allowed to have access to net in the
hostels. 1st semester was going to be over; all of us had bonded
well so why not go for a picnic. And being the most interactive and friendly
girl in the class I was assigned the duty of convincing everyone to go for a
picnic. I convinced everybody except Mr.N (rude fellow :@), gave the excuse
that he has some family function. Though I could make out very well he didn’t
want to go out for a picnic without the administration permission and be a
rebel (Bloody nerd is what I had thought).
December 2007, the picnic was a huge
success but the aftermaths were dramatic: P DISCO (Disciplinary Committee) the
first ever and that too for first years for us. Main culprits identified as me,
Sujit and Channa (our collector). While
I was going for the DISCO hearing I met Mr.N near the period bell he was
sympathizing with me. At that point of time I felt I could bang his head. But
my anger cooled down after he accompanied all of us for the DISCO hearing even
though he did not attend the picnic. Respect Dude.
January, 2007—Semester were over and we all
were back at our respective homes. Holidays seemed boring after the bonding
with friends back at college, But lo behold Orkut was there for rescue. Mr.
N had increased his chat frequency with me. It was during this time that
he invited me over to his place for a chit-chat. It was during this holiday
period that I started knowing him. He was a bit shy introverted types a bit
different from my other friends but all in all he has a different aura about
him.
Summers at Bhubaneswar are real bummers and
that too at hostels are unbearable so I was forced to stay at home and travel
via bus daily to attend my semester exams. Mr. N also used to travel with me
and we used to have varied discussion topics. Second semesters flew by in a
flick and then the long boring summer holidays.
To spend my summer holidays I planned to visit my gang of girls who
lived nearby. First place I planned to visit was my friends Kezia’s place at
Bhubaneswar. By this point of time I had a cell and thanks to the BSNL free SMS
services, Orkut chats were replaced by SMS chats and the frequency was too high
given the rate of communication between me and Mr.N. An ardent book lover that
I was Mr. N had gifted me his copy of Three Mistakes of My Life. One fine night I was chit chatting with
Kezia’s at her place and simultaneously reading Three Mistakes when my cell
phone blinked. It was a text from Mr. N.
He had gone to Pure to spend his holidays with his childhood pal Bimal. Blame
my sunshine but Leos are flirtiest so I texted back what would he be getting
for me from Puri. “A matchbox full of corals”---is what he replied.
Speechless.........
5th July,2008. Place- Anugul.
Kezia and I had come to visit our friend Suzzane . It was the chariot festival
of Lord Jagannath on that day. The frequency of texts between me and Mr.N had
manifolded. In the wee hours of the night when Suzzane and I were chit chatting
comes a text from Mr. N. “You have already lived 18 years of your life. Wish I
could have been with you all those time. My heart finds solace in seeing you
smile. Without wating anymore time could I have the pleasure so that you can be
mine ”.
What was I feeling at that point of time?
How did I react to his proposal well that comes in the next part..... Till then
keep reading and keep spreading LOVE
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