Something I wrote long back to try and portray "drifting of thoughts"
Its Friday again, I am sitting with my friends in the cafeteria and happen to glance on the old photo stuck on
the notice board. It's an ad of hutch phone, a beautiful girl with curly hair saying "Hi". Looking at that a deep sigh emanates out of me because it brings painful memories. She also had lovely curly hair isn't it? Why is that some people taunt us, play on our mind even in their absence. My mind rushes back to the sweet memories just as though it were yesterday, Its already two weeks and still I cant get her out of my system.
It was a Thursday evening; I was coming back from my visit to our office in yokohoma. I was finally relieved that I would soon be returning back. I waited for an express or a limited express but got into a local train, it was an hour-long journey to shibuya from where I had to change trains to the client's office. This journey was sure to be another long boring one I felt. I opened the novel that I was reading, one solace to the trip to Japan is always that I get to read a lot of things, find a lot of time for such simple luxuries in life. As I was about to start reading I just glanced around the train and was left spellbound. I just couldn't believe my eyes and hence looked again and again just to reassure myself that I am not seeing any dream. There was someone wearing a saree in the next compartment. It was a pleasant surprise to see someone that too in a saree in a place like Tokyo. I was getting used to seeing only the Japanese folks all through my stay with maybe an occasional bump into some Indians in Indian restaurants.
She was sitting in a diagonally opposite seat to mine in the next compartment with the glass door between us. I couldn't help but look at her again and again in disbelief. She was a stunner all right. She was wearing a black saree and had a shawl over that. The shawl matched with the saree and was of a blackish blue and pink mixed tinge color.
I concurred that she hadn't seen me watching her yet. She was busy reading a book. I could only appreciate the dressing sense of her. Saree I had always felt was one of the sexiest dresses around. There was something special about the way she had worn the saree. She had tied her hair and hence giving a glimpse of a beautiful long neck. She was very fair and her beauty was oozing out of the contrast of her fairness to the black saree she was wearing. I was curious to check what she was reading. I always admire people who utilize their free time and address their loneliness in a positive way. That assures that one doesn't get entangled in depressive thoughts.
She was a beauty beyond compare. I suddenly remembered kalidasa's words "Chitrarpitarambhaivavatasthe". I was stunned as though some one had frozen me to a portrait looking at her. She was like someone whom god had taken a while to create, even god would have first painted her and kept a finger on his nose admiring his creation.
There are a lot of people who are so stunningly beautiful but very few amongst them have the suaveness in presentation. This girl was evidently different. I could see the tattoo of the conch on her arms visible as she was wearing a sleeveless blouse. She oozed sensuality unmatched and an oomph factor, which would make any soul near her sweat just by her presence.
My mind was running behind in memories, I knew that I was trying to placate her dressing sense with someone I knew. It was two years ago. I had just returned from my first trip to japan. Shubha was excited to see that I had brought a digital camera. Her parents were searching a bridegroom for her. She asked me if she could borrow my camera for a few days. I said yes, and thanks to her guile charm I became the official photographer too. I was never ready for what was in store. What started of as one photograph that she needs to give to future prospective bridegrooms went on for days on end and ended up in a big portfolio kind of shoot. I had never given thought to dressing till that day. She was like a perfectionist in all the things. She had different sets of clothes, matching jewelry, matching shoes, matching hairstyle etc. I was surprised when I saw how much thought she put into dressing herself. She had a big list of accessories, which went with what, a huge collection of shawls to go with the right dress. I was simply stumped. I had never thought of any big use for the digital camera. It was just something that I thought would replace my auto focus camera. But it gave a lot of choice to someone like shubha as she needn't pay for developing the photographs. She could just download them to the system and check how she looked in the different dresses. There were photographs of her in every possible angle, in every possible dress and in every possible jewelry combination in no time. The folders in the system were also well organized saying red, black, white etc denoting what color she wore. A smile came on my face remembering what her husband told me recently, he said she looks good in any dress. Lucky chap didn't have to go through the fact-finding mission.
Back to the person in the train, I was amazed at her choice of jewelry, which though dormant only added beauty, I could only admire her taste. A thin strand of black ran on her white slender hand just like a creeper grows on the branch of a tree. I could see a small but lovely black dial watch on her hand. She had rings some of them gold, some of them silver on all her fingers on the hand. She had such beautiful curly hair. A few strands of curly hair were let to fall free at the end of her forehead that came down circling down her face. It was as if a warning to anyone who was entangled in her beauty would be lost in the curls of her hair. I could see another tattoo on her navel just like a lamp giving out flames. Hmm true isn't it I thought, place where all the fire emanates. It's during this time that she noticed that I was ogling at her.
A sweet face which was smiling all this while suddenly turned perplexed, the large eyes which were looking sweet suddenly skewed and the white face somehow reddened with anger and the eyes were asking a big question mark.
I was like a bad pupil caught in the act, but I just showed my book and ran my fingers over the title and pointed towards her book and shook my hand in thin air as if to ask what?
The muscles in her face relaxed, the angered face turned to a sweeter face with a mischievous smile and she held the book towards me so that I could read the title. One look at the cover and I knew the book "Da Vinci Code", that was a book I had already read. My face gave an all-knowing grin. I just showed the book I was reading, a Fredrick forsyth, and an old one. She gave an appreciative grin so as to say she was impressed.
Eyes took over from there. Eyes have such a universal language isn't it, they need no language, no common medium to communicate, they can communicate without the need to hear, without the need to sense, without the need to taste, without the need to smell. If you have noticed any great bonding amongst two people then you would have surely noticed that a movement of the eyelids is enough for the other to know the true intent and what he/she needs to do.
Wicked are the ways of mind, my eyes could never go anywhere else but her, I was surprised at myself, I would try to look elsewhere, think of something else, but it was like as though she was so domineering over me that in a split second my eyes and my mind would return to her. After a while I thought maybe I should do something about it. I drew the notebook out of my bag, struggled to write something like a cup and smoke emanating out of it, below that wrote in big letters the word "COFFEE" and a huge question mark next to it. Happy at what I could arrive at I showed it towards her. She gave such a warm and flirtatious and big smile that my heart missed a beat. I thought I was right I had fallen hook line and sinker to this girl.
But the happiness was very short lived, while laughing she put her hands and brought out her mangala sutra out of nowhere. Atta girl you surely are cool were the words that came out of my mouth. Surprises such as these are so common place to me that these days it doesn't perturb me much. I love the ways of life, just when you think you are lucky fate looks the other way. I just shrugged my shoulders and gave out an impassive look so as to say so what?
She for sure hadn't expected me to say something like that I guess, she suddenly became silent, reserved and kept to the book. I was surprised if this was the same girl who was flirting a while back. I was sure the eyes till now told a different story. Well there ends another friendship even before it started I thought and for a change looked at the time. It was already 10 mins to 5 pm and I had to be in the clients place at the earliest.
That's when I saw her get up, there was an aura about her, a presence which defied anything else. Her walk was majestic, her steps measured as though everything was in sync. As she opened the door her perfume told me of her arrival even before she entered my compartment. She had such lovely feet when I observed from close. She paused for a while near me removed her shawl and wore it again over her. The whole thing was for me simply stage-managed. It was a godsend just to let me see her from up close. I really had no regrets. Very few people know how to play with someone else's mind and taunt their thinking. I was simply spell bound in her presence, my mouth suddenly went dry, my breathing became heavier and suddenly I was not able to even bring out a hi from my mouth. Suddenly the stop arrived and the doors opened.
I was in a feeling of ecstasy with her in my immediate presence and I was kicking myself as no word was emanating out of my mouth when she uttered those words. Its like all the noise in the background subsided, an angelic voice just said "Same time tomorrow shibuya Dotour" and she walked away into the crowd out of the train. She had such a sweet, musical sexy voice that only after she left did it drain on me that there wouldn't be any tomorrow. I was supposed to leave Saturday morning to bangalore and hence I would surely be stuck in office till late night on Friday.
I am sure we would have hurt a lot of people unknowingly. We also wrongly blame so many people for letting us down. If it were a friend I have known for long, maybe he/she would understand when I didn't turn up. What do I say to a soul who might have waited for a person she saw on the train to turn up at the coffee shop on the next day. How would I tell someone I hardly know that I was just visiting japan. What can I answer when she might form a perception about guys and say all guys are like this?
Sitting here amidst all beautiful people sipping a cup of coffee I can't help but think of her. I am always in beautiful company, amidst all intelligent smart people who have a view about everything in life. Still the mind always yearns for that mystical person. Why is it that we always like someone we don't know, why don't we appreciate people whom we know who are all equally special? Why this longing in life for mystery?
Again the girl in the hutch ad looks sweetly back with a hi? I am but left to think of the ways of life and god, but for these mysteries and set backs life wouldn't be life would it?
Its Friday again, I am sitting with my friends in the cafeteria and happen to glance on the old photo stuck on
the notice board. It's an ad of hutch phone, a beautiful girl with curly hair saying "Hi". Looking at that a deep sigh emanates out of me because it brings painful memories. She also had lovely curly hair isn't it? Why is that some people taunt us, play on our mind even in their absence. My mind rushes back to the sweet memories just as though it were yesterday, Its already two weeks and still I cant get her out of my system.
It was a Thursday evening; I was coming back from my visit to our office in yokohoma. I was finally relieved that I would soon be returning back. I waited for an express or a limited express but got into a local train, it was an hour-long journey to shibuya from where I had to change trains to the client's office. This journey was sure to be another long boring one I felt. I opened the novel that I was reading, one solace to the trip to Japan is always that I get to read a lot of things, find a lot of time for such simple luxuries in life. As I was about to start reading I just glanced around the train and was left spellbound. I just couldn't believe my eyes and hence looked again and again just to reassure myself that I am not seeing any dream. There was someone wearing a saree in the next compartment. It was a pleasant surprise to see someone that too in a saree in a place like Tokyo. I was getting used to seeing only the Japanese folks all through my stay with maybe an occasional bump into some Indians in Indian restaurants.
She was sitting in a diagonally opposite seat to mine in the next compartment with the glass door between us. I couldn't help but look at her again and again in disbelief. She was a stunner all right. She was wearing a black saree and had a shawl over that. The shawl matched with the saree and was of a blackish blue and pink mixed tinge color.
I concurred that she hadn't seen me watching her yet. She was busy reading a book. I could only appreciate the dressing sense of her. Saree I had always felt was one of the sexiest dresses around. There was something special about the way she had worn the saree. She had tied her hair and hence giving a glimpse of a beautiful long neck. She was very fair and her beauty was oozing out of the contrast of her fairness to the black saree she was wearing. I was curious to check what she was reading. I always admire people who utilize their free time and address their loneliness in a positive way. That assures that one doesn't get entangled in depressive thoughts.
She was a beauty beyond compare. I suddenly remembered kalidasa's words "Chitrarpitarambhaivavatasthe". I was stunned as though some one had frozen me to a portrait looking at her. She was like someone whom god had taken a while to create, even god would have first painted her and kept a finger on his nose admiring his creation.
There are a lot of people who are so stunningly beautiful but very few amongst them have the suaveness in presentation. This girl was evidently different. I could see the tattoo of the conch on her arms visible as she was wearing a sleeveless blouse. She oozed sensuality unmatched and an oomph factor, which would make any soul near her sweat just by her presence.
My mind was running behind in memories, I knew that I was trying to placate her dressing sense with someone I knew. It was two years ago. I had just returned from my first trip to japan. Shubha was excited to see that I had brought a digital camera. Her parents were searching a bridegroom for her. She asked me if she could borrow my camera for a few days. I said yes, and thanks to her guile charm I became the official photographer too. I was never ready for what was in store. What started of as one photograph that she needs to give to future prospective bridegrooms went on for days on end and ended up in a big portfolio kind of shoot. I had never given thought to dressing till that day. She was like a perfectionist in all the things. She had different sets of clothes, matching jewelry, matching shoes, matching hairstyle etc. I was surprised when I saw how much thought she put into dressing herself. She had a big list of accessories, which went with what, a huge collection of shawls to go with the right dress. I was simply stumped. I had never thought of any big use for the digital camera. It was just something that I thought would replace my auto focus camera. But it gave a lot of choice to someone like shubha as she needn't pay for developing the photographs. She could just download them to the system and check how she looked in the different dresses. There were photographs of her in every possible angle, in every possible dress and in every possible jewelry combination in no time. The folders in the system were also well organized saying red, black, white etc denoting what color she wore. A smile came on my face remembering what her husband told me recently, he said she looks good in any dress. Lucky chap didn't have to go through the fact-finding mission.
Back to the person in the train, I was amazed at her choice of jewelry, which though dormant only added beauty, I could only admire her taste. A thin strand of black ran on her white slender hand just like a creeper grows on the branch of a tree. I could see a small but lovely black dial watch on her hand. She had rings some of them gold, some of them silver on all her fingers on the hand. She had such beautiful curly hair. A few strands of curly hair were let to fall free at the end of her forehead that came down circling down her face. It was as if a warning to anyone who was entangled in her beauty would be lost in the curls of her hair. I could see another tattoo on her navel just like a lamp giving out flames. Hmm true isn't it I thought, place where all the fire emanates. It's during this time that she noticed that I was ogling at her.
A sweet face which was smiling all this while suddenly turned perplexed, the large eyes which were looking sweet suddenly skewed and the white face somehow reddened with anger and the eyes were asking a big question mark.
I was like a bad pupil caught in the act, but I just showed my book and ran my fingers over the title and pointed towards her book and shook my hand in thin air as if to ask what?
The muscles in her face relaxed, the angered face turned to a sweeter face with a mischievous smile and she held the book towards me so that I could read the title. One look at the cover and I knew the book "Da Vinci Code", that was a book I had already read. My face gave an all-knowing grin. I just showed the book I was reading, a Fredrick forsyth, and an old one. She gave an appreciative grin so as to say she was impressed.
Eyes took over from there. Eyes have such a universal language isn't it, they need no language, no common medium to communicate, they can communicate without the need to hear, without the need to sense, without the need to taste, without the need to smell. If you have noticed any great bonding amongst two people then you would have surely noticed that a movement of the eyelids is enough for the other to know the true intent and what he/she needs to do.
Wicked are the ways of mind, my eyes could never go anywhere else but her, I was surprised at myself, I would try to look elsewhere, think of something else, but it was like as though she was so domineering over me that in a split second my eyes and my mind would return to her. After a while I thought maybe I should do something about it. I drew the notebook out of my bag, struggled to write something like a cup and smoke emanating out of it, below that wrote in big letters the word "COFFEE" and a huge question mark next to it. Happy at what I could arrive at I showed it towards her. She gave such a warm and flirtatious and big smile that my heart missed a beat. I thought I was right I had fallen hook line and sinker to this girl.
But the happiness was very short lived, while laughing she put her hands and brought out her mangala sutra out of nowhere. Atta girl you surely are cool were the words that came out of my mouth. Surprises such as these are so common place to me that these days it doesn't perturb me much. I love the ways of life, just when you think you are lucky fate looks the other way. I just shrugged my shoulders and gave out an impassive look so as to say so what?
She for sure hadn't expected me to say something like that I guess, she suddenly became silent, reserved and kept to the book. I was surprised if this was the same girl who was flirting a while back. I was sure the eyes till now told a different story. Well there ends another friendship even before it started I thought and for a change looked at the time. It was already 10 mins to 5 pm and I had to be in the clients place at the earliest.
That's when I saw her get up, there was an aura about her, a presence which defied anything else. Her walk was majestic, her steps measured as though everything was in sync. As she opened the door her perfume told me of her arrival even before she entered my compartment. She had such lovely feet when I observed from close. She paused for a while near me removed her shawl and wore it again over her. The whole thing was for me simply stage-managed. It was a godsend just to let me see her from up close. I really had no regrets. Very few people know how to play with someone else's mind and taunt their thinking. I was simply spell bound in her presence, my mouth suddenly went dry, my breathing became heavier and suddenly I was not able to even bring out a hi from my mouth. Suddenly the stop arrived and the doors opened.
I was in a feeling of ecstasy with her in my immediate presence and I was kicking myself as no word was emanating out of my mouth when she uttered those words. Its like all the noise in the background subsided, an angelic voice just said "Same time tomorrow shibuya Dotour" and she walked away into the crowd out of the train. She had such a sweet, musical sexy voice that only after she left did it drain on me that there wouldn't be any tomorrow. I was supposed to leave Saturday morning to bangalore and hence I would surely be stuck in office till late night on Friday.
I am sure we would have hurt a lot of people unknowingly. We also wrongly blame so many people for letting us down. If it were a friend I have known for long, maybe he/she would understand when I didn't turn up. What do I say to a soul who might have waited for a person she saw on the train to turn up at the coffee shop on the next day. How would I tell someone I hardly know that I was just visiting japan. What can I answer when she might form a perception about guys and say all guys are like this?
Sitting here amidst all beautiful people sipping a cup of coffee I can't help but think of her. I am always in beautiful company, amidst all intelligent smart people who have a view about everything in life. Still the mind always yearns for that mystical person. Why is it that we always like someone we don't know, why don't we appreciate people whom we know who are all equally special? Why this longing in life for mystery?
Again the girl in the hutch ad looks sweetly back with a hi? I am but left to think of the ways of life and god, but for these mysteries and set backs life wouldn't be life would it?
