Thursday, January 15, 2009

Foibles of youthood

Intro:

Two of us were going down M. G. Road. This was when Bangalore was extremely beautiful, with an unpredictably English weather where it would rain suddenly and where grey was actually the colour of the times. M.G. Road was resplendent with the boulevard and Plaza and the cafés. The year was hmmnnn… 1997. R (as she would be known from now on) was riding a Hero Puch and pillioning me. As we rode down, enchanted by the boulevard, we happened to see a vision of handsome manliness on the other side of the road. It was none other than Marc Robinson, fresh from the Alisha Chinai hit (damn, which was that one?). So the coincidence was that just the other day we had been discussing this man and reveling in the fact that he was a Piscean. And now there he was. In all his glory. R turned the bike in the middle of an ongoing traffic (and there was no divider on M. G. Road at that time, mind you). Horns blasted, people swore, abuses galore…but she went on mindlessly deaf, but mindfully focused. There we were on the opposite side parked, waiting and watching him. He came walking down. He’d seen all the commotion and understood what it was for. And as he passed us, his head was bent and there was an enigmatic smile on his face, waiting to break into a laugh. And all we did was gape goggle-eyed at him and watch him till he turned at one of the bends.

Three of us at Fort, Bombay. We were in the vicinity of SNDT. There happened to be this thela wala who was making chai and batata wadas. Hunger pangs were creating a bloody din inside our insides. So we thought we should capitalize on the presence of this God-sent solution to our gastronomical yellings. It also must be understood by all of you that we were at a phase where the dough was sparse to say the least so we had to make do with such alternative alternatives. So there we were holding kaanch ka glasses stuffing our faces with batata wadas (that were extremely delicious, by the by) and a car stopped right in front of us. The door opened and we saw this muscled leg encased in boots and wrapped in well-fitting blue jeans. As our eyes went north wards we saw a beautiful, taut chest and broad shoulders hidden inside this black t-shirt that seemed to have been sewed on to the skin till it became a second skin itself. Further north wards and we FROZE. Arjun Rampal. Yes, there he was. And we stood with chai glasses and mouthful of wadas literally transfixed. I mean, I remember I couldn’t even move. All I did was just stand and stare. Oh well, he smiled at us and imagine our chagrin when we saw Mehr Jessia on the other side of the car. She wasn’t smiling though. Come to think of it, she looked rather miffed. So… we saw him go and sighed at how cruel life could be.

Outro:

I call it a foible. But in actuality it is these little incidents that make it worthwhile going through youthood and living it well. What not have we done when we were young. And how beautiful are all those experiences and events. Every little thing had an enchantment of its own and brought with it a wealth of memories that I still treasure. But if you ask me, I think I would do the same thing even today. I mean if I were to see, say … Ethan Hawke or Ajay Devgan, I might stand and gape goggle-eyed. So there. I feel all of us need to keep the child in us alive forever. Because the wide-eyed wonderment is a feeling that is so divine that it leads to nothing but a happiness that can only be described as pure.

13 comments:

jhayu said...

No wonder you like me so much...
= )

Preeti said...

JAYANT...


Like?????

:-)

Sparkling said...

Ajay Devgan??? You okay dear?


:)

Sparkling said...

Sorry, I just have to make sure now!

Ethan Hawke??? Are you really fine?

Preeti said...

STILL

i miss the fact that i could just pick up the phone and call you or text you anytime of the day...

:-(

And YES, im perfectly FINE...
come on... Ajay Devgan and Ethan Hawke have both got this smouldering intensity which is really sexy!!! they are the brooding boys... SIGH!!!!!

Running in circles. said...

Sigh, you know, that is so true.
All these lil giggles let out, during mindless touring away.Stay put forever.
Ive always had a thing for Older Men, yes, Arjun Rampal and all that :P
But most men I really really take a liking too, are DEAD or dying fast :(
I need a backrub!!

Sparkling said...

Awwww...

Don't sweat sweetheart, I can still call you anytime of the day :)

Smouldering intensity. Hmmmmm...

Che said...

Ha. you lesser mortals get over awed by others so easily.

Such frivolous things never happen to me.

burf said...

sigh is an interesting label

i will now go and click on it

Preeti said...

RIC

hehe...

arrey..im sure there is someone who's still virile and alive and waiting just for ya...

:p

Preeti said...

STILL

call no then...

:D

Preeti said...

CHE

thats because everyone runs away at the sight of you, darling...

Preeti said...

BURF

you wont find anything...

:p

this is the first one