Recently i came across a blog by name chutney case.Very refreshing i must say! So i have made up my mind to update my blog regularly.But what do i write about ? me....Naah who wants to know about me and what i do everyday.I am def not Shahrukh Khan and neither Bacchan.Since Valentine's day is near,i will write about Love.I know most of you are now overdosed with all kinds of sights- candles,gifts,ROSES !!! BUT i still want to write about love.Best example of it would me my parents.Everyone says so but when i see them together they are so entwined with each other.Not sure what that means but Dad cant live without mom and vice versa.I wish my marriage also turns out to be like theirs which is such a wishful fantasy .Given that Ram is screaming from the room - As usual he cant find his things.I wonder MEN WILL BE MEN !!.Coming back to love,i remember my first love in school when i was on the edge of teenage.Lets call him N - N used to resemble Amitabh Bacchan which was one of the criteria why i had a crush on him.I was new to school and was made to sit in the front row where as N used to sit in the last row.
He was this tall ,dark and handsome guy who always had his half shirt out of his trouser.For few days we used to stare at each other.I used to pray that i get selected for annual day programmes but God didnt want to give in to my prayers.N used to dance well.Incidently i joined the same tution class..Dropping of pencils and asking unnecessary doubts were usual.After watching a dozen of movies,i decided to talk to N ' OH MY GOD ' was my initial reaction...N birthday was the D day..I bought him a card and wrote a letter to him.The letter only had birthday wishes and a friendship request.I took extra time to look nice in my school uniform.N entered the class.I looked at him but he didnt look at me ! I decided that i will wish him after school.The bell rang at 4 pm.N was with his friend and they were walking down the road.I made up some excuse and walked behind N.After following him for 2 kms,i finally spotted him at the bus stop.' You here ' said N ' Yes wish you a very happy birthday ! I said and smiled.Handing him the card and letter i ran away from that place.'Revathi this is not right ' said my mind but i wanted to do it.
Next day i was thinking N 's response for the letter.I spotted school and was dragging my feet when all of a sudden N comes in front of me.Someone had complained to the principal about N and he thought it was me.He was very upset and said ' I dont want to talk to you '.My heart was broken..
N's friend S was standing beside him.S was always a hi - bye friend.Hearing N ,tears started rolling down my face.S came to my rescue and took N aside.I couldnt bear the humiliation and ran into the class teary eyed.S told N that it wasnt me but a girl called P in 8 C class who complained.N came into the class and just said sorry.I couldnt bring up any words.In the interval i was walking upto N when i saw him with P ( most prettiest girl in my class ).That day i felt my 1st heart break.
Till date i fondly remember that moment.Recently i met N on facebook and we greeted each other as friends.He is longer with P and frankly it did bother me a little.Today N is probably my only school friend whom i am in touch with.Strange are the ways of life !!!
