I saw her first time when I am waiting at my office bus bay to board my evening bus back home.I was stumbled by her beauty.Never saw someone made so perfect.Shri Narendra Modi can proudly declare this girl as “Made in India” brand ambassador.Believe me,She was that good!Let me describe her pretty face.How can you call someone pretty or beautiful?Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, they say.I agree with that. But how someone can explain what your eyes see, to someone who did not feel the same way.Let me describe her face. She has a round face, her skin glowing, with her eyes proportionate and symmetrical to each other.A pair of sharp eyebrows added that extra sharpness to her big eyes.I always wondered what it takes to create something so aesthetically beautiful?Something which you want to look at after spending 12 hours staring a black putty screen typing shell scripting.Something which can make you forget your bad day and can let you say “Its not that bad if you are gifted with her sight everyday”.I definitely cant create one.That is the reason why I give immense respect for artists and sculptors.Day by day I am turning atheist due to various reasons.But moments like this question my atheism.”If some one can create something so beautiful like this one, then it must be god.He must be really there up there.” or am I being more dramatic.?Maybe I should get her parents’ number right away and thank them on phone.
Then what happened.?She disappeared.She might have taken a different bus.But there I am restlessly looking for her and thinking about her.I was conquered by a complete stranger.May be I should learn how to fight back beautiful conquerors like her,or may be its worth being defeated and bowled over by a “once in lifetime elegance like hers”
Just like every other evening, I lazily stepped into my bus and there she is,sitting with an empty seat by her side.I casually walked in and took that seat.Following my routine,I took out the book which I carry every day in my bag.I read while travelling.After good 5 minutes, I sensed something is not right.My heart beat is going crazy.I could not concentrate on a single line.I am just eating up words and sentences and nothing is making sense.
“Do not lose your calm,She is after all a crush you idiot” I cursed myself.
“Make a conversation,start one” my heart was pulling my leg.
“If that is the case,You will be filed under an eve teasing case” warned my mind.
Then I took a deep breath.If something has to be done right.Listen both to your heart and mind.Come up with something that is good enough to impress her and not bad enough that she may slap right away and yell at you.I took out my mobile phone,woke up the writer in me and came up with something.I wrote it on my notepad.Then I turned to her.But,But..you know what?She went asleep.Here, I am fighting my life and death battle with my heart rate hitting 150s,but there she is sleeping like a baby.I cant blame her you know.After a day long work,you’re stressed out and tired body automatically dozes off.Forget about blaming, I started thanking her.She granted me a gift of seeing her when asleep.Pretty faces turn even more pretty when they put up that innocent face and go dreaming into their fairylands.I kept staring at her all the while. “I can do this for 1000 more years” please hire me for that job. You need not pay me. I will pay you instead,Pleasee! I prayed her silently.
But this is a moment not to be missed. Wake up you pretty girl.I beg you.I cannot waste this opportunity. I do not believe in tomorrows. I do not believe in “may be next times”.Its now or never.
“Please wake up and let me flirt with you,Let me share my pain with you, Let me tell you how bad you feel when someone comes constantly in your dreams but you cant talk to her or don’t get to see her” I shouted in mute beating my chest.
Then due to a sudden jolt to the bus, she woke up. She started checking her phone. Thats it.I gained all my courage and went on like this.
“Excuse me, can you do me a favour?”
“Yes..?” she said with her half asleep tone.
Husky tone. I already started liking her tone. Can I hear it for rest of my life time.?I should slap myself for thinking so far.
“Can you read this for me” I said like a pro.
Puzzled,she took my phone and started reading it. She took a good 10 seconds for doing it.But I felt like 10 light years.
With a slight smile at the corner of her eyes, she said “Okay?”
“Now can you answer me that question?” I said with my hands shivering.Anxiety I must say.
“What?Is this question intended for me?” She said with a curious and anxious face.
“Yes….No..I mean I want to know your genuine reaction, when someone say that to you or for that matter to any other girl, what may be her reaction?”
“It would be a smile most of the times, they will just smile at this lines” she replied diplomatically.
“Thats it? Dont they react in any other way..Like..yelling at me what the fuck? and would slap me right away” I asked.
“No. No..They won’t.” She said reassuringly.
“Okay..I want to know your genuine reaction.Like what went in your mind when I asked you that thing?” I started speaking with confidence.
“Mine? I just smiled. Wait! Did you write this for me?”.
“Its both Yes and No” I said.
She made a face and I could read her mind saying “Are you mad?Are you gone mad?How can that be yes and no..please explain you idiot”
“Before talking to you, I made up three versions and thought of picking one based on your reaction.”
First version is:
“I am writer. I blog, I write short stories, I even write screen plays which dont see light.So in one of short film screen plays, I am stuck with a scenario where the guy is a lot reserved and never talk to one, So one day he sees a girl, who travels on the same bus as his and thinks of starting a conversation.But he is so shy and he never talked to any girl anytime,but then the girl is so beautiful and he gathers a lot courage to start a conversation. So he write something on a paper”
“Did he write the same thing?” she asked
“Yes, he writes the same thing.But now I need a genuine reaction from a girl, when a stranger gives her a piece of paper, which he has written heartfully. I had asked my friends, what might be the reaction. But I want the reaction to be natural and I wanted it to be from someone who is genuinely as beautiful as you” I said this and looked at her face if she was blushing. I did not see any reaction from her.
and the second version is :
“I love doing social experiments. So this is a social experiment. I wanted to know how a beautiful girl reacts when she was told something similar. You can consider it as a case study of eve teasing.”
“Oh..Okay..and the third version is” she replied. Now she is listening.
“The third version is..I mean it..Every word of it..is meant for you” I said as frank as I could.
“Thank you..” she smiled and said.
Oh My God!I would list this in my resume as one of the achievements of my life.I am gonna etch this moment in my brain and heart for my lifetime.Give this girl..Miss India..Miss World..Miss Universe..Every fucking medal that can be given to a girl.
“Can I ask you one more question?”, Now I am wearing a hat of an interviewer.
“Wha?Yes..I mean you can ask..” She was waiting for one more bouncer.
“I am wondering, What your parents might have named you?Can they ever find a beautiful name that can rightly describe you?I am sure that they had a tough time in choosing one” I went on.
“I am Shreni” she said.
“Shre….?What does that mean” I enquired.
“Shreni..It means series..Sequence..” she answered.
“Oh..Es..Eh..Aar..Eee..en..I” Is that so?
“Yes..” she smiled.
Shreni means Series, Sequence, Order, Peace, Tranquility,Calmness. Peace and Calmness are the most beautiful things in the world. They can forgo chaos and makes this world a betterplace. What a beautiful name.Just like how she makes the aura around her filled with beauty and order.”
“I am Surya..” I introduced myself.
“Who the fuck cares about you and your name..”She might have thought I guess..
“Now..I should go..This is my stop” she said.
I was looking at her..Her eyes..her nose and her lips..I cant hear what she just said..”Is this for real?Are you for real?Am I talking to you right now?” I was talking to myself.
“Excuse me?” she waved at me and stood up.
“Oh..am sorry..Yes please..” I said and gave her the way to step out of her seat.
She gave me a look while she was leaving.I am sure what that look meant..It meant..”Have you gone nuts?You asshole.I wish you are stoned to death”.
I smiled sheepishly at her as she left.
Oh…Okay..Now you are wondering what I have written on my mobile. Here it is.
PS1:Never try this.It is performed by professional with great caution and safety.Chances are that you may end up in Jail.I say,I dont support stalking or harassment in any manner.
PS2:Obviously I have changed the girl’s name there. Now please dont go into facebook or any other social networking sites searching her name.You may end up seeing a wrong girl face.
Surya Speaks 