SOME BEST LINES OF THIS STORY
For love is never about how many times you get together and then get separated from a person. Love is about whether at the end of the day you can see a smile on the lips of the person you love. Love isn’t about winning or losing, it’s about smiling because she’s smiling, crying because she’s crying, laughing because she’s laughing. In love, there are no conditions, there are no rules. The biggest challenge in love is to love itself. And every man who loses his heart to a girl is a winner in love. Because in love there are no losers.
RAHUL : "They had found love, and believe me i.e. one hard thing to get. Yet, they had somehow managed to find a reason to break up and be miserable
“Love is much stranger than the human mind can understand. When everything seems perfect, it is then that the truth of life decides to show its ugly face.”
“That night at DT,” I began referring to that fateful night when Anjali had almost left me before a bottle had crashed against my head, “when that bottle crashed on my head-I felt my world falling apart. That night as I fell down on my knees and felt my own blood, I was so scared…I was so terrified…of losing you. And in that moment I realized what you meant to me…what you had really brought into my life. Then I saw you, running towards me, to help me, just moments after you had said that you would never see me again and I promised myself that if I could just get up, walk over to you and tell you how much I need you, how much I want you…then nothing else matters. It was all I needed. All I wanted. And all this that I have done tonight is nothing but an appreciation, a thank you for being a part of my life and giving me a reason to live on, to push on and let me believe that come what may-life indeed is beautiful. As long as it has you.”
Tonight it ends. Tears or smiles, sadness or happiness, love or hate…tonight it ends. I have been waiting for this moment to arrive ever since I can remember and now, as each passing second brings me closer home to the truth, I wish the final answer can be delayed that bit longer. A huge knot is buried in the pit of my stomach and the nervousness on my face hidden only by a smile that I have just managed to muster up. Yet, despite gulping down the glass of wine in just over a second and still
feeling its effect in the pit of my stomach, I some how have a quiet confidence within me. For there was no reason I shouldn’t be smiling at the end of this evening. And there were hundreds of reasons I could think for why I shouldn’t be crying. Hopefully, this evening will be the most memorable of my life. But come what may, tonight it will end. Under this glistening moonlight, the story that began years ago will finally get its conclusion tonight.
As the fog cleared from my eyes, I could see her silhouetting figure walking towards me. As she approached closer, I saw her smile at me, that same beautiful smile which I remembered from years ago. Her face was shining as if the reflection of the moon’s light was lighting up her face, her ethereal beauty bringing a fragrance to the atmosphere like only she could. A silver gown adorned her beautiful body, her hair let loose but for a clip and as she came up to me and slowly pecked me on my cheeks, I saw myself losing to the memories of all those years ago, the memories which had given me so much happiness and at the same time so much pain, the memories that I had tried so hard to leave behind me as if just a figment of my imagination and yet somehow, today I found myself recalling those moments once more, recalling those days as if living a past that had been some one else’s……..
6 YEARS EARLIER....
Break UP
“Because I don’t love you.”
Those words could kill a person. And they usually do. Not in the physical way-no stabbings or gunshots here. Just that those words bore your heart like a drill machine and shred it into a thousand pieces.
Any one and I mean anyone who says those words just doesn’t understand what love means. Because to say that you don’t love some one basically means to say he means nothing to you. I mean you can say you hate some one or you love some one-but what does you don’t love some one mean? Since the opposite of love is hate and you are saying that you love some one in a negative sense, so does this mean you hate some one? Ah…leave it!! You are already confused!
But the thing is I had no idea how badly these words could hurt a person at that time. All I remember is uttering those words and then seeing that complete change of expression on my then girl friend, Sneha’s face. Her face had gone from bewildered to upset to mad to just plain crazy in a few minutes. I had no idea I could have that kind of effect on women. And it in no reflected my sex appeal.
“What do you mean you don’t love me?” I heard Sneha say. See what I mean? When you say you don’t love some one you aren’t exactly telling a person what he or she means to you.
I looked at her, shrugged my shoulders and said, “Means I just don’t think we have a future together. I mean I really like you, I do but…” and saying this I started moving forward with my hands stretched in front so that I could hug her one last time and just when I was about to hold her in my arms, she ducked and backed off.
“Are you in love with some one else?”
I heard those words and thought to myself, ‘she just doesn’t understand, does she?’
“Do you love some one else, Rahul?” I heard her ask again.
I thought to myself, ‘Does not loving her mean that I have to love some one else? Is it necessary that you love some one or the other at every point of time?’
Yes, I could think pretty deep too. I mean I wasn’t that shallow a person if you know what I mean.
So hoping to clear matters once and for all I said, “Sneha, listen! I know this is difficult and I really have had a great time with you but baby, at times in life it’s important to move on. You can’t hold on to the past forever. And I do love….
THUD!!
That slap would haunt me for years later. So many times I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night dreaming about those hands tearing across my cheeks as if they were a punching bag. If any slap could ever leave a lasting impression, then that one surely did. But the punishment had just begun.
“You little scoundrel,” I heard her say, holding my right cheek hoping it didn’t fall off and the echoes of her slap still vibrating in my ears. “You were cheating behind my back, weren’t you? Who was that witch?” And then she grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and coming on to my face said, “You men are all the same. All little rascals, always waiting for the next prey. Hoping to take advantage of the next girl whom you lay your eyes on and then not hesitating to cheat on her with the next one.” ‘Strong words those,’ I thought.
Sneha then left my collar and turned back. I was hoping she would walk off now. Instead I saw her turn, the fire still burning in her eyes and well, her tongue as well. She continued ranting. “Well, if you think I am going to cry or sulk because you are seeing some road side witch, then you are damn wrong. I am done with you and your childish immaturity. I have never seen a more insensitive scum bag in my entire life and,” her voice reached fever pitch, her face fully concentrated on landing the final blow and then I heard her scream, “AS OF NOW THIS RELATIONSHIP IS OVEEEERRRRRRRRR!” And with this she turned back and walked away! Oh wait! She didn’t walk away completely. After walking about twenty feet, she turned and walked back towards me. Coming up to me, she looked at me in the eye for a few seconds and then suddenly I felt her heel on my legs and I caught my foot yelping in pain. She then pushed me to the ground and I felt the taste of the sand on my tongue. With that she walked off. In front of the entire college. My humiliation was complete...
My Thinking For True LOVE****************************
And that’s how it all began. With a break up and well, a slap. Most stories usually have their intermission at this point, but this story isn’t about break up’s and make up’s. It goes beyond that. For love is never about how many times you get together and then get separated from a person. Love is about whether at the end of the day you can see a smile on the lips of the person you love. Love isn’t about winning or losing, it’s about smiling because she’s smiling, crying because she’s crying, laughing because she’s laughing. In love, there are no conditions, there are no rules. The biggest challenge in love is to love itself. And every man who loses his heart to a girl is a winner in love. Because in love there are no losers.
*****************************
If I ever got a chance to get back at Sneha, I swore to myself, I wouldn’t let it slip. That witch deserved to die. Heck, if I had a pistol right now, I would have shot her right in the middle of her forehead. Point blank. That’s how she deserved to die.
But then that’s exactly how I felt about each one of my ex-girlfriends. I immediately started calculating. On my hit list there were now 5, no, 6 girls. Six ex-girlfriends. And each one of them as bad as the other one. Each break up worse than the other one. I somehow seemed to sweep girls off their feet, just that when I brought them down, I fell harder than they did.
For love is never about how many times you get together and then get separated from a person. Love is about whether at the end of the day you can see a smile on the lips of the person you love. Love isn’t about winning or losing, it’s about smiling because she’s smiling, crying because she’s crying, laughing because she’s laughing. In love, there are no conditions, there are no rules. The biggest challenge in love is to love itself. And every man who loses his heart to a girl is a winner in love. Because in love there are no losers.
RAHUL : "They had found love, and believe me i.e. one hard thing to get. Yet, they had somehow managed to find a reason to break up and be miserable
“Love is much stranger than the human mind can understand. When everything seems perfect, it is then that the truth of life decides to show its ugly face.”
“That night at DT,” I began referring to that fateful night when Anjali had almost left me before a bottle had crashed against my head, “when that bottle crashed on my head-I felt my world falling apart. That night as I fell down on my knees and felt my own blood, I was so scared…I was so terrified…of losing you. And in that moment I realized what you meant to me…what you had really brought into my life. Then I saw you, running towards me, to help me, just moments after you had said that you would never see me again and I promised myself that if I could just get up, walk over to you and tell you how much I need you, how much I want you…then nothing else matters. It was all I needed. All I wanted. And all this that I have done tonight is nothing but an appreciation, a thank you for being a part of my life and giving me a reason to live on, to push on and let me believe that come what may-life indeed is beautiful. As long as it has you.”
Tonight it ends. Tears or smiles, sadness or happiness, love or hate…tonight it ends. I have been waiting for this moment to arrive ever since I can remember and now, as each passing second brings me closer home to the truth, I wish the final answer can be delayed that bit longer. A huge knot is buried in the pit of my stomach and the nervousness on my face hidden only by a smile that I have just managed to muster up. Yet, despite gulping down the glass of wine in just over a second and still
feeling its effect in the pit of my stomach, I some how have a quiet confidence within me. For there was no reason I shouldn’t be smiling at the end of this evening. And there were hundreds of reasons I could think for why I shouldn’t be crying. Hopefully, this evening will be the most memorable of my life. But come what may, tonight it will end. Under this glistening moonlight, the story that began years ago will finally get its conclusion tonight.
As the fog cleared from my eyes, I could see her silhouetting figure walking towards me. As she approached closer, I saw her smile at me, that same beautiful smile which I remembered from years ago. Her face was shining as if the reflection of the moon’s light was lighting up her face, her ethereal beauty bringing a fragrance to the atmosphere like only she could. A silver gown adorned her beautiful body, her hair let loose but for a clip and as she came up to me and slowly pecked me on my cheeks, I saw myself losing to the memories of all those years ago, the memories which had given me so much happiness and at the same time so much pain, the memories that I had tried so hard to leave behind me as if just a figment of my imagination and yet somehow, today I found myself recalling those moments once more, recalling those days as if living a past that had been some one else’s……..
6 YEARS EARLIER....
Break UP
“Because I don’t love you.”
Those words could kill a person. And they usually do. Not in the physical way-no stabbings or gunshots here. Just that those words bore your heart like a drill machine and shred it into a thousand pieces.
Any one and I mean anyone who says those words just doesn’t understand what love means. Because to say that you don’t love some one basically means to say he means nothing to you. I mean you can say you hate some one or you love some one-but what does you don’t love some one mean? Since the opposite of love is hate and you are saying that you love some one in a negative sense, so does this mean you hate some one? Ah…leave it!! You are already confused!
But the thing is I had no idea how badly these words could hurt a person at that time. All I remember is uttering those words and then seeing that complete change of expression on my then girl friend, Sneha’s face. Her face had gone from bewildered to upset to mad to just plain crazy in a few minutes. I had no idea I could have that kind of effect on women. And it in no reflected my sex appeal.
“What do you mean you don’t love me?” I heard Sneha say. See what I mean? When you say you don’t love some one you aren’t exactly telling a person what he or she means to you.
I looked at her, shrugged my shoulders and said, “Means I just don’t think we have a future together. I mean I really like you, I do but…” and saying this I started moving forward with my hands stretched in front so that I could hug her one last time and just when I was about to hold her in my arms, she ducked and backed off.
“Are you in love with some one else?”
I heard those words and thought to myself, ‘she just doesn’t understand, does she?’
“Do you love some one else, Rahul?” I heard her ask again.
I thought to myself, ‘Does not loving her mean that I have to love some one else? Is it necessary that you love some one or the other at every point of time?’
Yes, I could think pretty deep too. I mean I wasn’t that shallow a person if you know what I mean.
So hoping to clear matters once and for all I said, “Sneha, listen! I know this is difficult and I really have had a great time with you but baby, at times in life it’s important to move on. You can’t hold on to the past forever. And I do love….
THUD!!
That slap would haunt me for years later. So many times I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night dreaming about those hands tearing across my cheeks as if they were a punching bag. If any slap could ever leave a lasting impression, then that one surely did. But the punishment had just begun.
“You little scoundrel,” I heard her say, holding my right cheek hoping it didn’t fall off and the echoes of her slap still vibrating in my ears. “You were cheating behind my back, weren’t you? Who was that witch?” And then she grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and coming on to my face said, “You men are all the same. All little rascals, always waiting for the next prey. Hoping to take advantage of the next girl whom you lay your eyes on and then not hesitating to cheat on her with the next one.” ‘Strong words those,’ I thought.
Sneha then left my collar and turned back. I was hoping she would walk off now. Instead I saw her turn, the fire still burning in her eyes and well, her tongue as well. She continued ranting. “Well, if you think I am going to cry or sulk because you are seeing some road side witch, then you are damn wrong. I am done with you and your childish immaturity. I have never seen a more insensitive scum bag in my entire life and,” her voice reached fever pitch, her face fully concentrated on landing the final blow and then I heard her scream, “AS OF NOW THIS RELATIONSHIP IS OVEEEERRRRRRRRR!” And with this she turned back and walked away! Oh wait! She didn’t walk away completely. After walking about twenty feet, she turned and walked back towards me. Coming up to me, she looked at me in the eye for a few seconds and then suddenly I felt her heel on my legs and I caught my foot yelping in pain. She then pushed me to the ground and I felt the taste of the sand on my tongue. With that she walked off. In front of the entire college. My humiliation was complete...
My Thinking For True LOVE****************************
And that’s how it all began. With a break up and well, a slap. Most stories usually have their intermission at this point, but this story isn’t about break up’s and make up’s. It goes beyond that. For love is never about how many times you get together and then get separated from a person. Love is about whether at the end of the day you can see a smile on the lips of the person you love. Love isn’t about winning or losing, it’s about smiling because she’s smiling, crying because she’s crying, laughing because she’s laughing. In love, there are no conditions, there are no rules. The biggest challenge in love is to love itself. And every man who loses his heart to a girl is a winner in love. Because in love there are no losers.
*****************************
If I ever got a chance to get back at Sneha, I swore to myself, I wouldn’t let it slip. That witch deserved to die. Heck, if I had a pistol right now, I would have shot her right in the middle of her forehead. Point blank. That’s how she deserved to die.
But then that’s exactly how I felt about each one of my ex-girlfriends. I immediately started calculating. On my hit list there were now 5, no, 6 girls. Six ex-girlfriends. And each one of them as bad as the other one. Each break up worse than the other one. I somehow seemed to sweep girls off their feet, just that when I brought them down, I fell harder than they did.
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