Thursday, February 26, 2009

Jab We Met

Love
In the backdrop of the Vidyasagar Setu, the sky had painted itself with myriad colors. Yellow, pink, brick red and finally blue. It looked like a chameleon, trying to hide itself within the arms of night.

It was a summer evening in 2003, I was standing on the terrace of our apartment. My final year exams were over for good, although the results were not declared by then. The college said it would take another 2-3 weeks, and maybe another 3-4 years to actually get the Pass Certificate. Calcutta University *sigh*.

We had recently shifted to this apartment. New place, new people. And finally, not only I had my own bedroom but a bed to sleep on. Over the past couple of years I got too tired of sleeping on the floor of the living room.

I was searching, like everyone else of my age then, for a job. Whoever lives here would know that that's one thing which is hard to come by in Calcutta. Although then I never had high hopes for myself, what can I possibly get with only a BSc degree to boast about! Fine, I had some fancy Tech certifications below my belt, and a 6 months experience as a faculty for a group of students hungry to learn C/C++ with the most boring eyes I had ever seen in my life. But those are simply nothing. No one wants to see what you actually knew, they always wanted some fancy degrees. So the search was on, and while admiring the beauty of the summer evening, the nagging feeling was still there at the back of my mind.

After a few days I did get a job. It was with a franchisee of ICICI bank personal loans division. But right out of grad school, I was not pretty sure how long would I be able to survive with this. Nonetheless I gave it a try, and failed! Miserably. I could not convert a single lead. And after a week or so one fine day, while I was returning to office to report to my manager about my yet another day of failure, I had a major accident. You see, I was not quite used to traveling by buses. But I had to, and that day while getting down from the bus I twisted my ankle and fell out of the bus. I would have nearly got run over by it had it been no for the fellow passengers hollers. The moment they saw me disappear below the bus they started shouting for the driver to stop the bus, and so he did, thankfully.

I could not go back to office, I could not even walk. Called up for emergency, and when I went back home I was feeling frustrated. With myself, with the world, with everything. And as a result I went into hibernation for the next 2 weeks, sitting back at home, pondering over what had happened.

That was when I met R for the first time.


13 Comment:

Ashi said...

Cute, overtly so. But, cute nonetheless.

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Ashi : Thanks Anwesha.

Julia Scissor said...

Awwww...

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Julia Scissor : The Awwww... part is yet to come :)

Anonymous said...

it's mindblowing RB
we all came across through "love" in different phases of our life, time moves on and memories get fade away and sometimes whatever bad things happen in our life we make "love" solely responsible for that..as if we all would become another noble laureate if that particular "love" incident never happened with us!! that's the way a beautiful and sublime feeling generally converted into the most ugly and earthly affair!!!
thnx RB for reminiscing R in such an wonderful way and to make us understand that amidst the most pessimistic session of life, LOVE still exists in it's full-blown!!!
Sharmi

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Sharmi : Since you do have a blog, wouldn't it be good if you could post it with your blog profile instead of posting it as anonymous?

We human beings, in general are pretty weak. We love to blame. Sometimes we blame people, sometimes emotions and so on and so forth. Why we do this? Because if we don't, then we would have to take the blame on ourselves, and try and change ourselves. And it's human nature to hate change.

But not everyone is weak, not everyone has flown with the mainstream life. I am one of those people. Life's been never easy that way, following my heart. But somehow I managed. Prayers, luck, unyielding efforts, everything helped me bit by bit to become what I am today. And just because of what I am that I know R, that I love R.

And a true love is always as you said, is always "full-blown". It knows no bounds.

Sh@rMi said...

following your suggestion RB...[:)]

philomel said...

well...
what do i say to this one..made me reminicise of my old days...nostalgic...
ekta gaygayee amar especially ektah line er english tah amar bhalo lageni..the usage of words in the sentence particularly...but then it's my perspective of seeing things.

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Philomel : Yes, when I started writing this, I was hit by nostalgia too. Too many precious memories, a waste not to write them down.

And could you point it out to me which particular sentence you didn't like?

Ashutosh Didwania said...

And then...what next?

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Asutosh Didwania : Next! Next comes Blooming Love and My Dream Break. But it does not stop there either, so keep tuned :)

nisha said...

why do you mention, deeply personal things about yourself? i mean some pieces of a life are ok but not the sleeping on the floor part dear:(.. let those things be for someone very close.. and dont get so emotional na.. anyway i think now that am back, i hope am here daily.. to comment and be there for a friend always .. take care

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Nisha : The things you think are "deeply personal" are just a part of my life. And I am not ashamed of who I am, so I write them here. When I say that I am ordinary human being, I really mean it. And there are lots of things left for that someone close. And yes, it's been a long time that you have been on The Chronicles of R.

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