There comes a time in your life
when you will look over your financial security and interest rates. There comes
a time in life when logics and reasons are bogged down by desires and
ambitions. There will be a time when decision made by the brain
will be ignored and a glorious heart will speak to you and you know that it is
right.
Truth is, until now I never
thought persuasion could be such a powerful tool to accomplish what your heart
desires the most. And when it happened there was nothing else I could notice. It
was just one plain vision which might be narrowed in a sense but broadened my
perspective about how I perceive the profound complexities of human character.
Today as I made my way through
the doors from RE, I could feel a new air of freedom into the atmosphere. My lungs
were dilated with an unknown proud feeling which I had not experienced at such
a massive extent until now. The city traffic was no longer pissing me off. I could
no longer hear the daft honking of the
vehicles but just a beautiful melody jingling in my ear which was making me go
merry and like a person in love I was smiling while I visualised my future days
with her. Of course I was in love. I was in love with her since I laid my eyes
on her. A love that was so intense, mysterious and deep that could make me
flout all her shortcomings and all those exasperating faults of her. A love so
strong and so exquisite that could calm my demons and lift me up from the
darkest and deepest abyss of callousness. Ishaan was the prime witness of the
dramatic events that took place over a week and although he was only a part of
that evening he could clearly look through my conscience and to what my eyes
reflected that day. Sometimes I feel he is blessed with this remarkable ability
to sense the true inward dispositions and an exceptional power to deliver the
most brutal sarcasm which blows right across the face of even the most intellectual
people on this planet which made him vulnerable to many wraths and has made him
a hazardous character. But today even Ishaan was looking quite sentimental and
out of his witty humour and sarcastic comebacks.
As we made our way to the parking
he was obvious to ask me this question, “What’s wrong?”
“You know, this is a very
emotional moment for me.” I retorted. “I feel like I have just come out of some
doctor’s clinic after hearing the news of my wife’s pregnancy.”
That was the level of joy and
excitement together with a sense of responsibility and faithful duty towards
someone pounding in the deepest corner of my heart. And all he did was smile at
me, nodding his head in agreement.
She would be the first and only
thing in the factiously impeccable history of my family about whom a decision have been made so quick. I knew the only person
who would be supporting my choice would be my dad and so did my strategy and
diplomatic skills focused towards his financial assistance. The assessment was
made. Dad was adamant on his decision in my support and even mom’s strong
disagreement could not overrule his nobel words. For the first time in my life, I saw
my dad as an ally. Later that night,
after dinner my brother was lost in his own fantasy world when I told him about
the auspicious news about my visit to her home to confess my love and my
devotion towards her and he was so bloody delighted that we both kept of
screaming, “Argo, go fuck yourself. Argo, go fuck yourself” for the whole
night. I never knew why my brother and I kept on using that phrase to express our joy even if
out of context but maybe because we liked the way it sounds.
The next morning while getting
ready for my college my brother walked into my room and I kept on staring at
him grinning widely from one corner to another. My brother who just woke up
from his dreams and still trying to gather his senses thought I have gone all bonkers
and walked away to notify my mom about my loony behaviour at 7 in the morning.
“It’s probably her he is thinking
about and smiling like a fool.” I heard my mom saying from the other room.
12th February around 6
in the evening at the university campus, Ishaan coined a new term for the
recent events, “Bullet for my valentine.” Bravo. Impressive yet I hoped if he
could have come up with a more elaborative and head-banging reference.
13th February at 8 in
the morning, I had decided last night to skip the college industrial visit
which I had already endured last semester and was in no mood to witness again. But
now I was at home, with nothing to do, lamenting my decision to stay behind
when a text from her home made my day brighter than ever.
“Congrats. Thank you, Mr. Rishi
Dubey for booking a Bullet 350 UCE-STD HEAVY CRANK on 13-02-2014. For updates, please
contact ARVIND TIWARI. To catch up on Royal Enfield trip stories, visit us at www.royalenfield.com.”
Isn’t this the most enchanting
and adorable wake-up call a man can receive.
