Elvis presley said.......You will love her.............

My last blog titled “Once upon a time…” got some rave reviews. It also brought forward some disappointment saying that I had cheated my readers by using the name “Karthik” for the main character in the story. Yeah, it was story. Don’t expect a story again soon, even though I have one in mind.

I have decided to curb my imagination. This time it is real. I am going to deal with a “real” incident that happened in my 12^th grade. The word “real” is authentic. I am not sure if you people can relish through this blog, but, I can. I am going to let this burden of my heart after 6 years.

I heard from my parents that I studied in co-education school till 2^nd standard. Do we have co-education in 2^nd standard. I don’t think so. From 3^rd till 12^th, it has been a journey surrounded by boys. Boy’s school has its own advantages. You are in an environment where you are not forced to behave. You are not restricted by the actions of a third person, but, there is this irresistible attractive force for girls. I had to join tuitions due to compulsion from my parents. I don’t like people controlling me. I decided not to go to any big wigs in the town, and choose a person who is little famous instead. There where about twelve persons in the class when I entered. There where totally three benches. I had a look at all the people (not girls alone). Disappointing really. Days went by, nothing changed. Since, I study maths well (really), I had established a good name in the class. One cannot be the normal all the time……

Class began as usual on this rainy thursday. About half an hour went through discussing trigonometry. All of a sudden, the door was knocked. I was seriously solving a problem and that knock irritated me. The knock continued. After a few seconds, I lifted my head to assess the situation. Everyone was staring at me. I was not able to guess the reason. It seems that the teacher had requested me to open the door as I was sitting near to it. I concealed my embarrassment and opened the door. So involved was I that I didn’t even notice who was entering. There girl introduced herself as swetha (name changed to hide identity J). My friend whispered in my ears to have a look at the girl. I looked at him first. He was looking at her. This made me slowly turn my heads towards her. She looked good, not great really (disappointment). I gave a quirky smile and turned back to work.

I didn’t like her. She was reason for me getting embarrassed really. To be frank, that was a silly incident, but, being from a boy’s school you cannot drop your heads for any reason. You need to prove that you are a “GETHU”. I didn’t even speak a word to her for two months. Even she didn’t, probably, she was afraid of me. I guessed right, she was not great in maths, infact, she hated maths to the core. One day, my master asked me to help her out in solving a problem after the class hours. I had to do that help. It took 10 minutes to help her solve the problem, but it took 45 minutes for me to leave the class……………………..

She speaks really well yaar. She spoke for majority of the time in those 45 minutes. I was really stupid. I looked like a dumb-head listening to those all her blabbers, but, that was the first time a girl has spoken to me for such a long time about insane matters. Do you call this infatuation? May be, may be not. I really got hooked to her. We started putting vetti mokkai everyday. I used you come by a vehicle. She depended on her legs. Vehicle was really difficult to push along when I am walking and talking to her. I had to dump it out and start using a cycle. My parents were a little conspicuous about that move. Swetha was kind enough to invite me to her home. I thought 50 times about answering questions like “What are you doing” “How do you know swetha”. To my disappointment, all those answers were not needed. They gave me a coffee and left me alone. They didn’t like my presence. Any parent would never like a good looking guy in their homeJ.

That didn’t matter to me. I visited her house frequently and started convincing her parents that I am good friend. Swetha used to ask me “Where is your home?” I would say “Its somewhere behind 7 or 8 streets, very difficult to walk from the center. Actually, my home was closer then her’. Days went by; I had to cross this famous special day every year – August 26. It’s my b’day. I thought twice and decided that I am gonna give a small treat to her. Even before director Shankar found out the ambi style of invitation, I used it. I seeked permission from her parents to take her out. I invited her parents too for the parents (hoping that they refuse it) and they politely declined the offer.

It was the d-day in my life. I waited for her near the restaurant. Girls always make it late. She made me wait for really two hours after booking the table. I was half slept when she entered. She took a glass of water and literally poured it on my face. I was stunned, that’s ok, I had left my “GETHU” quotient when I started talking to her. She looked stunning in whit chudi, that day she looked beautiful. I was looking at her all the time. It was evening when we left, I dropped her at home and left for mine. In the mean time, she had given me a gift. I had to remove the sticker on it because my parents really have no idea of swetha. I unwrapped the gift standing at the corner of a street. There were these wordings like “she loved me”. Do you need an explanation for what I felt? I looked at the skies, carried that quirky smile of mine all along till I reached my room.

Films don’t potray what happens in real life. I was not driven mad to her. I didn’t slump in studies. Things were pretty normal. We became closer, our relationship was getting even thicker. It was this day, the fatal day, that decided it all. Sep 12, Saturday, I went to her home as usual. His father was standing in the gate. I asked “Is swetha in?”, that it, he started shouting at me. I was standing in the street. I thought he went berserk. He said to me that “Don’t ever come to my home again”. It was an insult, an insult that I feel even today. I decided not to speak to him. I went into the house and spoke to her directly, “pidikala na solla vendiyathu thane, naan un veetuku vethirukave matten”….Thats it,. Everything ended there.

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