Adolescence

 This is a piece dedicated to all the women who have come and gone, and in the process enriched my life with their presence at different stages of my short yet very eventful life.

I thank them all for  enlightening me , for if it was not for them, I would never have realized what an asset I have been and can be for all the future women  hoping to meet “ the special some one” in their lives.

Well the story or rather the “experience” starts at very young age, and for once          

“The early mover’s advantage theory takes a severe beating”.

We were in school, in the wee hours of adolescence as I like to call it ,

she seemed to be everything I ever wanted…..pretty, pretty and  pretty …

We lived near by,

Our parents worked for the same company,

We played on the same streets in the evenings, with the ball being thrown in the same

Direction again n again, my fielding position remaining the same, every boundary,

Catch or a wicket, for that matter, was supposed to be an occasion to be cheered upon by a run around with my hands like a glider which was later copyrighted by a Pakistani fast bowler.

Well we started talking , by sharing notes , actually she loaning them to me, which gradually became more of a practice, I was more than glad that I was repaying her by pumping air in her cycle tires(after all I was the man of whatever I  assumed we were in.)

Those days would just zip past by me, as if Einstein and his theory of relativity had gone for a toss,

Time would pass so fast in the class with her, even faster in the evenings

And then in the night, when she was not there, as if the time was taking a nap somewhere and making up for the sprint it had run in the day, it would crawl at a “snail living in an old age home” speed.

Time was actually running at different speeds. LOVE had defeated PHYSICS.

During all those evening strolls, regular loaning of Sanskrit notes, raised eyebrow look

of her dad, giggles of her sister our intimacy levels were mushrooming  on a steady pace.

That year during our annual day, being the vice president of my house (of which she was also a secretary),

I was given the charge of maintaining discipline (an honor never before or  after bestowed upon me),

As I was taking care of my only opportunity of being an administrator, I landed up in front of the girl’s dressing room. Before I realized that was the only place outside my jurisdiction, the door opened and

A face just came out with the whole body inside , reminding me of the numerous times I hung out my head asking for a towel after taking the bath , only this was so different , asking me to mind my own business and then giggle lasting even after the door was shut on my face.

Till the time my judgment day came to an end, all I could think of was that face. It was like my mind had been high jacked by that thought.

In the evening as I met her, she noticed the change, and as I started to describe my brush against d angelic face, by the time I looked back in her eyes, they had already welled up. .

And it was then that I realized that, THAT WAS HER.

As experienced and skilled as my previous role of the day (administrator), I was in a tight spot.

I tried to console her, without even knowing what triggered the ganga –jamuna out of her.

We went back to her room and I looked into her eyes, trying to look for the reason ,but to my  amazement   I met with the same inquisitiveness in her eyes , as if I had done something , said something  , or was supposed to say something or do something.

Grilled, I came up with the best I could “What Happened down there?”, are u alright?

N after a long sigh she let out a word which I would fear till this day, if it was uttered by 

a lady : “NOTHING”.

Nothing remained the same except for her sister’s giggling; her father’s strange look, and subsequently my parents were posted out from there.

Strangely the place where I stayed was going to be let out to a classmate of mine whose parents were just posted in.

After a year I went back to see her, eager as the very first time, but something had changed, while we were talking she was constantly looking at the place where I stayed  and  as a middle aged man came out of my erstwhile house , she said she had to go some where and I was left with her “not so giggly elder sister”.

After talking to her I realized the former classmate of mine, had not only taken up my place in the sector’s cricket team, my rank in class,  my position in school house but more importantly her sister’s giggles and her father’s strange eyebrow looks.

Last I heard of them through the few disadvantages of beloved face book is that, both were settled somewhere in Australia, a country I would not visit even if global warming immersed the whole of world except for that corner.

End of chapter 1.