Welcome back to the land of Hell
During the training, two persons parted off with Hell and waved us a final good-bye. Whether they found a better place that promised an exponential career growth or they were frustrated with the batch will always be a puzzle for me. Anyways, the bottom line is that- " during these days, I had made quite a couple of good friends with whom I could talk whenever I felt bored. However, the only condition was that I had to wear that artificial smile on my face in order to escape their array of questions regarding my personal life. As long as I was smiling, they were fine with me- but days on which I tried to be myself, proved to be a boomerang for me. In no time, I would be surrounded by my colleagues inquiring if everything was fine with me or not.Finally, the D-day came. We had our Assessment done and most of us cleared it.
It was the 6th of September. (Pardon me, for I amn't sure of the dates. I have really a bad memory and can't help it. Some say it's manufacturing defect, some say it is because of the aftermath of the consequences I faced, but I never believe it. Anyways, let us get back to the story lest you lose your interest.)
The timing for our training had changed. It was frommidnight 1AM to 9AM . To make matters worse, the venue was also shifted to a different place. All of us gathered on time. We were waiting inside the training room for our trainer.
Knock, Knock!!. There he was- a slim guy in his mid twenties, with a stripe-shirt and black trousers entering the room. The striking feature of his look was his hair-cut. As far his hair-style was concerned, he belonged to an entirely different school of thought. Before meeting Nitin (yes, he is the guy we are talking about), I had a notion that when it came to style quotient for men, hair-styles usually occupied the back seat. I believed that men (in general) gave ample attention to clothes, accessories and of course, shoes. But Nitin proved me wrong. The spiky hair-cut was his trademark. Usually, it either looks funny or wild, but I don't know why I felt as if it suited him. Now, what gel did he use to get his hair spiked will always be an enigma forme.
Our entire batch were in no mood to study. We agreed to play a game known as "Hot Seat". (Now, for guys, who are not aware of the game, let me tell you that the above mentioned game is a really risky game. The person is made to sit at the center of the room, and is being bombarded by an array of questions from all others. It needs guts to play the game). Coming back, while playing the game, we got a better insight of our trainer Nitin. He was a pretty emotional guy- but at the same time, he was friendly and fun-loving. The unusual shift timing was a bitter pill to swallow for all of us. Very soon people started dozing off. Nitin was considerate enough to leave us back home well-before the shift got over.
Three days passed-off in a jiffy. By then, we all had started admiring him. His training style was absolutely different (but we liked it). He always made sure that each of us was thorough with the basics. We were joined by a different batch which comprised of 12-13 members. (It would be great! I thought to myself.)
(Hey folks! I am sure that the story isn't gathering pace and is becoming boring for you to read. You wont believe- even I am having a similar feeling.)
And from that particular day, my life took a different turn. Do you want to know how? Let me tell you.
Well, elements vary, but the essence of the story goes on. You might have read or heard innumerable stuff and imagined countless stuff celebrating ostentatiously the arrival of the actress on screen. Strong winds tend to blow-- thunderstorm strikes-- the romantic music of the saxophone is played at the backdrop-- the heart pounds at a faster pace-- the body temperature soars high and you feel a churning in your stomach.
Hard-core intellectuals pen down lyrics heralding the descending of the divine on earth. The use of incomprehensible stuff (read- jargons) in their writing pose as a hindrance to actually understand- or rather feel their imagination. But forgive me folks, I've neither the ability nor the intention to make any such formidable expressions. Thanks to my limited vocabulary and of course, not to forget- my least creative mind.
Believe me, I don't get words to express myself.
God!! she looked amazing-- absolutely stunning. As I saw her for the first time, a feeling of infinite happiness, infinite relief and heart-felt satisfaction flooded through me. Zillion times before had I heard about the age-old phenomenon of "Love at first sight"- but it was only a few days before that I could literally feel the truth in the above mentioned phenomenon. (Before you assume and become judgmental, let me confess that I amn't still quite sure whether it is "love" or not-- but yeah, it isn't infatuation or lust by any chance.)
The training room was half-full or half-empty- depending on whichever school of thought you belong to. Seeing her entering the room with a benign smile on her face made me completely lost, enraptured, mesmerized (please excuse my grammar) and what not by her looks. I could feel a numbness in my feet. The perfume she had wore added to her charisma. Donned in a leaf-green colored salwar-kameez with a small bindi (which was too difficult to notice owing to its size) and matching sandals, there she was- sitting on the chair opposite to me on the other side of the table.
She looked to be a slim girl but rather inclining to be tall. Her nicely combed hair was brownish and luxuriant and added an inch to her beauty. Her eye-brows were even and arched and beyond the power of art to imitate. Her nose was exactly regular and her mouth- in which were two rows of ivory-- made it almost difficult for me to take my eyes away from her. Her thin lips were rosy- rather pink in color and for a nano-second, I felt like kissing them. (God! did I say that?)
Very soon I was disturbed from my thoughts by my trainer. He looked at me and gave me a smile. Whether he caught me red-handed staring at her or not (by the way- her name is "Prerna")- I still don't know. But I hated it to the core as I was disturbed from my thoughts. We began with our usual training and my colleagues (as usual) were soon engaged in making important notes and clarifying doubts about the process. I was in no mood to pay attention to his "Fundaas" and "Usual Gyaan". I was engrossed in my own thoughts, my own imagination and was scribbling a few lines for her in my notepad which read like:
"Share a thought of love with me and be a part of my life,
Keep that twinkle on your eyes that make me fall for you today,
Keep away those tears and never make me sad,
Be my partner at the shores of resentment and loneliness
I promise you I will give you a new definition to happiness.
Hold my hand during the journey of life,
With our hands together, we will overcome every hurdle.
Will listen to your voice, cook for you, sing for you, write for you,
Will do everything to keep you happy.
Hurt me, tease me, demand from me, scold me, make me cry...
But in the end, give me a shoulder on which I can rely."
What made me even more curious was that I could see her staring furtive glances at me. But the meeting of our eyes didn't last for more than a second. I liked it. Whether she enjoyed the silent conversation or not between us or not- is still a question mark for me.
To be continued.....
During the training, two persons parted off with Hell and waved us a final good-bye. Whether they found a better place that promised an exponential career growth or they were frustrated with the batch will always be a puzzle for me. Anyways, the bottom line is that- " during these days, I had made quite a couple of good friends with whom I could talk whenever I felt bored. However, the only condition was that I had to wear that artificial smile on my face in order to escape their array of questions regarding my personal life. As long as I was smiling, they were fine with me- but days on which I tried to be myself, proved to be a boomerang for me. In no time, I would be surrounded by my colleagues inquiring if everything was fine with me or not.Finally, the D-day came. We had our Assessment done and most of us cleared it.
It was the 6th of September. (Pardon me, for I amn't sure of the dates. I have really a bad memory and can't help it. Some say it's manufacturing defect, some say it is because of the aftermath of the consequences I faced, but I never believe it. Anyways, let us get back to the story lest you lose your interest.)
The timing for our training had changed. It was from
Knock, Knock!!. There he was- a slim guy in his mid twenties, with a stripe-shirt and black trousers entering the room. The striking feature of his look was his hair-cut. As far his hair-style was concerned, he belonged to an entirely different school of thought. Before meeting Nitin (yes, he is the guy we are talking about), I had a notion that when it came to style quotient for men, hair-styles usually occupied the back seat. I believed that men (in general) gave ample attention to clothes, accessories and of course, shoes. But Nitin proved me wrong. The spiky hair-cut was his trademark. Usually, it either looks funny or wild, but I don't know why I felt as if it suited him. Now, what gel did he use to get his hair spiked will always be an enigma for
Our entire batch were in no mood to study. We agreed to play a game known as "Hot Seat". (Now, for guys, who are not aware of the game, let me tell you that the above mentioned game is a really risky game. The person is made to sit at the center of the room, and is being bombarded by an array of questions from all others. It needs guts to play the game). Coming back, while playing the game, we got a better insight of our trainer Nitin. He was a pretty emotional guy- but at the same time, he was friendly and fun-loving. The unusual shift timing was a bitter pill to swallow for all of us. Very soon people started dozing off. Nitin was considerate enough to leave us back home well-before the shift got over.
Three days passed-off in a jiffy. By then, we all had started admiring him. His training style was absolutely different (but we liked it). He always made sure that each of us was thorough with the basics. We were joined by a different batch which comprised of 12-13 members. (It would be great! I thought to myself.)
(Hey folks! I am sure that the story isn't gathering pace and is becoming boring for you to read. You wont believe- even I am having a similar feeling.)
And from that particular day, my life took a different turn. Do you want to know how? Let me tell you.
Well, elements vary, but the essence of the story goes on. You might have read or heard innumerable stuff and imagined countless stuff celebrating ostentatiously the arrival of the actress on screen. Strong winds tend to blow-- thunderstorm strikes-- the romantic music of the saxophone is played at the backdrop-- the heart pounds at a faster pace-- the body temperature soars high and you feel a churning in your stomach.
Hard-core intellectuals pen down lyrics heralding the descending of the divine on earth. The use of incomprehensible stuff (read- jargons) in their writing pose as a hindrance to actually understand- or rather feel their imagination. But forgive me folks, I've neither the ability nor the intention to make any such formidable expressions. Thanks to my limited vocabulary and of course, not to forget- my least creative mind.
Believe me, I don't get words to express myself.
God!! she looked amazing-- absolutely stunning. As I saw her for the first time, a feeling of infinite happiness, infinite relief and heart-felt satisfaction flooded through me. Zillion times before had I heard about the age-old phenomenon of "Love at first sight"- but it was only a few days before that I could literally feel the truth in the above mentioned phenomenon. (Before you assume and become judgmental, let me confess that I amn't still quite sure whether it is "love" or not-- but yeah, it isn't infatuation or lust by any chance.)
The training room was half-full or half-empty- depending on whichever school of thought you belong to. Seeing her entering the room with a benign smile on her face made me completely lost, enraptured, mesmerized (please excuse my grammar) and what not by her looks. I could feel a numbness in my feet. The perfume she had wore added to her charisma. Donned in a leaf-green colored salwar-kameez with a small bindi (which was too difficult to notice owing to its size) and matching sandals, there she was- sitting on the chair opposite to me on the other side of the table.
She looked to be a slim girl but rather inclining to be tall. Her nicely combed hair was brownish and luxuriant and added an inch to her beauty. Her eye-brows were even and arched and beyond the power of art to imitate. Her nose was exactly regular and her mouth- in which were two rows of ivory-- made it almost difficult for me to take my eyes away from her. Her thin lips were rosy- rather pink in color and for a nano-second, I felt like kissing them. (God! did I say that?)
Very soon I was disturbed from my thoughts by my trainer. He looked at me and gave me a smile. Whether he caught me red-handed staring at her or not (by the way- her name is "Prerna")- I still don't know. But I hated it to the core as I was disturbed from my thoughts. We began with our usual training and my colleagues (as usual) were soon engaged in making important notes and clarifying doubts about the process. I was in no mood to pay attention to his "Fundaas" and "Usual Gyaan". I was engrossed in my own thoughts, my own imagination and was scribbling a few lines for her in my notepad which read like:
"Share a thought of love with me and be a part of my life,
Keep that twinkle on your eyes that make me fall for you today,
Keep away those tears and never make me sad,
Be my partner at the shores of resentment and loneliness
I promise you I will give you a new definition to happiness.
Hold my hand during the journey of life,
With our hands together, we will overcome every hurdle.
Will listen to your voice, cook for you, sing for you, write for you,
Will do everything to keep you happy.
Hurt me, tease me, demand from me, scold me, make me cry...
But in the end, give me a shoulder on which I can rely."
What made me even more curious was that I could see her staring furtive glances at me. But the meeting of our eyes didn't last for more than a second. I liked it. Whether she enjoyed the silent conversation or not between us or not- is still a question mark for me.
To be continued.....
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