A love story?

You’re either gonna love this one or hate it with all your heart!

There’s nothing in-between.

Nevertheless – my job – to write.

A LOVE STORY ?

To express what I feel about love stories, I’d have to add on some modifications to Brad Pitt’s dialogue from the movie Moneyball –

“There are Good stories and there are Bad stories,

Then there’s fifty feet of crap

And then there’s a love story.”

Any predilections from my side? – No Way!

You know there’s this thing with love stories that makes it so predictable – the plot. A guy meets a girl, flirts, there’s another guy yet he wins her heart and they LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER or one of them dies and the other one lives LONELY EVER AFTER or simply both of them die leaving the audience emotionally screwed up!

BOOORRINNGGGG!!!

Still people STILL I’m writing a love story this time.

Damn.

Why?

I won’t get this thing straight dear reader. You’ve got to go through all the shit below before you unravel why.

It was love at first sight. I was standing before a huge stack of MDH chat masala in the newly opened supermarket when I saw her for the first time. She was going towards the counter with a dairu milk in her hand. Quickly, I turned my trolley and strode on to stand behind her.

How should I talk? How should I talk? was the only question hovering my head when suddenly she turned around and said, “Have you got any change of 500?”

I could now feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest. My mind went blank and without chewing over her words I uttered, “My name’s Varun.”

Damn Varun. She didn’t ask your name, you dumbass  – was what I said to myself after I’d finished saying these awfully witless set of words.

She gave a confused look, shrugged, laughed, and said ,”Okay Varun but I need some change. You have some?”

Now I was staring her, just like the way I gazed at the chocolate truffle cake just a day back for which I hadn’t had any money to buy. Her smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and her eyes – sublime!

She shrugged again.

Now I had to come out of my dreamy land or she could’ve apprehended me as a much bigger fool than she thinks of me to be today.

So I quickly took out five 100rupee notes from my wallet and handed them over to her. She took the change, waited for the billing, paid the money and while moving out tuned back and said, “I already know your name. Thanks for the change Varun. By the way I’m your new neighbour. It was nice meeting you.” She smiled and walked away.

I stood still and smiled.

This was our first meeting.

She knew I kept staring her since then, but she never complained, in fact she loved it! She loved it when I first talked to her at the supermarket counter, she loved it when I leaned and smiled at her, she loved it when I ‘tried’ ignoring her as she knew I wasn’t, she loved it when I first asked her for her phone number, she loved it when I called her to meet up, she loved it when I asked her hand from his ‘not so lovely’ father, she loved it when my mother kissed her on her forehead, she loved it ALL.

And while she was loving every bit of it I was oblivious of it all.

All I knew was that I was in love and would do anything, seriously ANYTHING to get to her.  But the only thing standing between me and her was her intelligence! No kidding – to impress a girl with a 120+ IQ is really a tough job for a guy like me. It took me two years to tackle her intellects and make her marry me.

During the wedding, she – sitting beside me – first looked at me, then to herself, then her surroundings, then to her family members and finally uttered, “Well played sir, well played.”  

Damn! I’m so bad at writing love stories.

Nevermind let’s get to the point. What happened here was – a guy meets a girl, flirts, wins her heart, marry and lives happily ever after (well, I hope he does!)

But I won’t finish it this way.

Now what if I tell you that this isn’t a love story altogether? Yes guys this wasn’t one of those romantic love stories.

(Your mind would be blowing up by now. “What exactly am I reading Sonali?”)

Hold on. Hold on.

You know, I love personifying things and this is what I did here.

Varun’s love (which I apparently didn’t name) was actually a personification of something –something known as PASSION.

So the story goes like this-

Varun finds his passion, flirts, wins, marry and lives happily ever after. (Sure he did!)

So guys, some of us already have boyfriends/girlfriends, are committed and trying to make our relationships better. In other words, some of us have already found our ‘passion’, have committed ourselves to it and are working hard to excel in the same, while some of us are still single – haven’t found our passions yet. In fact in this case most of us are single.

And what do singles of our age do? – Flirt.

So as the analogy sinks in – guys, flirt around with different people until you find the right person – flirt around with different fields and areas until you find the right one  - and look him into his eyes – and you know what the best part is? NO NEED OF PROPOSING. You just look him into his eyes and he’ll be standing with open arms ready for you to embrace him.

So all the singles out there, just like the way you think that one day you’ll meet your prince charming or ‘the perfect girl’, believe in stumbling upon your passion some day!

And when you’ve stumbled upon him, don’t lose the opportunity. Take it on your stride just like Varun did with his passion for Cricket, love it with all your heart and your passion will love you back and enjoy every bit of it, work to excel, tackle every bit of the intellects your passion possess, work everyday and every night,  and one day your passion will look at you in your eyes and say “well played sir, well played.”

And now the most important thing. Never Settle For An Arrange Marriage.

Never let your parents decide what your passion must be. You’ve got to go out there, you’ve got to love, you’ve got to win and end up with a Love Marriage.

Eminem married rap, Messi married football, Sachin Tendulkar married Cricket, Amitabh Bachchan married acting, Shakespeare married literature, Saina married badminton, Darwin married Biology, Pythagoras married mathematics, Lata mangeshkar married singing, Steve Jobs married technology, and the list goes on! (Bhagat Singh married our nation and well the rest is history!)  

Now who’s gonna do this for you?

No one.

I’d want you to do one thing – stretch your hands.

Now assuming that you’ve actually stretched them now I’d want you to close/clench your fist.

Which one feels better?

For me, clenched fist feels better than the stretched one as I feel powerful. I start believing in myself when I clench my fist.

I hope you felt the same, reader.

So in this petty yet beautiful world, never stretch your hands as when you’ll outstretch them, all you’ll get will be bristles and rust but when you’ll clench your fists, you’ll find the strength within you to tackle all the odds and eventually the thing you love will appear in your hands.

Feel the power, feel the love, Go For Love Marriage.  

“You remember the day when we met at the supermarket?” she asked.

“Of course I do,”I said sipping coffee while sitting on the dining table of our home.

“I stalked you, intentionally took the chocolate and asked you for the change, “she said

The next thing I did was to stare her eyes again just like the way I did 10 years back.

You see, even your passion approaches you!

“Talent is overrated.

Find your passion and bleed”