Moonstruck! First Valentine!

For the corporate world, the celebration
for the occassion is when time permits. So after a marathon of two back to back
RFPs and heaps of work…I realised Valentines came and passed like a fast train
that does not stop infront of a passenger waiting at the station 🙁

Not really isn’t it…so here’s wishing all
my dearest readers a very very happy Valentine’s day.

She stormed in through the door pushing the
waiter aside walking straight at the end of the restaurant. The waiter turned
and so did all the young couples seated to celebrate the occasion. The slow
jazz in her head had been replaced with hard rock where the image she saw in a
split second was playing like a leaf falling from a tree in slow motion again
and again.

She dumped herself on the last large round
corner table, which was beautifully laid with a white laced tablecloth, flowers
neatly arranged, a red candle lit next to ‘reserved’ label placed. She was
neither in a state nor mood to notice any detail around. Her head was on fire
and her tears were play hide and seek of not embarrassing her in public.

“How could he?” she said to herself
disconsolately.

“Who?” a voice fell on her ears like the
cold breeze that comes through when you open the window to a heated room.

She tried to look at the frame on the other
side of the candle; the candle light was not enough to get a glimpse more than
a white shirt, a side of a neck and his lips.

She was shaken from her thoughts, “I am
sorry, this is reserved.” She said trying to get up noticing the label placed
on the table.

“No, it’s not reserved, it’s complicated,
you can sit here!” he said on a lighter note. As she stood he noticed her over
the candle light in a beautiful white dress, long earrings that dangled and
playfully touching her shoulders, her delicate hands holding yellow lilies
making a perfect combination against her white background.  She kept moving her bracelet against her
wrist with one hand making a public display of her mental state. She was in six
inch stilettoes, moving her weight from one foot to another making it obvious
she wasn’t used to them.

“You may sit, till you gather yourself.” He
gestured with his hand. She noticed his hand, sleeves rolled up, strong hands,
long fingers.

She sat dropping the flowers next to the
gift, “I don’t need to gather myself, I did all I could.”

“Am sure you did, I mean flowers, gift
and…what more could you do.” His voice had a charm and she could feel the
chuckle.

“and…”

“I mean and you, perfect for the occasion,
isn’t it, so I truly agree how could he?” now she could see his smile too.

“I never thought it would be her, I saw
them today, hand in hand, kissing zealously.”

“oh so that the problem, he kissed her.
Anyway, I am Rohan. He said moving his hand towards her.

“Hi, I am Ananya, she shook his hand
hesitantly and immediately took it back.” She hadn’t felt rougher hands than
those. “and that’s not the problem….I mean the kissing bit.”

“Then…the hand in hand bit…btw nice to meet
you Ananya.” He chortled again.

“No, it’s my 25th birthday
today.”

“Ah, that’s the problem Ananya, It
shouldn’t be women get better with age.”

“Ahhh, no, it is him with her, thats the
problem.” She at last blurted out.

The waiter stood there like the hour hand
of the clock looking at the minute and the second’s hand.

“Now what?” she looked arrow straight at
him.

“Can you please get us two white wines and
something to eat please?” Rohan directed the hour hand to move.

“Vegetarian” the seconds hand announced.

“So he with her, how long?” Rohan tried
getting analytical.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to know, she
didn’t look great, I thought my birthday would be a big thing for him, at least
that’s what he said a few days back. And this was my first formal Valentine.”

“Formal?”

“Yes for the rest, I just told my friends I
had one, but actually sat back home watching movies and munching popcorn. Are
you writing something?”

“ahhh get that, so formal Valentine.” He
paused, “Writing, no, nothing.”

The wine arrived and so did the VEG
starters. Rohan raised the glass and looked at her; she had plunged into the
eateries.”

He raised his glass, “Happy Birthday
Ananya”…Ananya gave a puzzled look with her mouth stuffed.

“You know I have been starving since last 2
months, to look the best this day…and he just didn’t care…now I realise, I am
so hungry.”

“Mission accomplished, eat to your hearts
content.”

She spoke of her quirks and he heard it
with delight giving her a new perspective to look at things. A long dinner went
on for 2 hours exchanging details about her.

“And that’s how I fell for him; I was so
looking forward to have him as my valentine and to exchange gifts, but the
sight I saw. I would never speak to him ever.”

“Ananya!” Rohan stopped her from
whining further and came a little close to her and sat next to her.

She saw him, “Ruffled hair, sharp eyes and
nose, thin lips, light stubble and his strong arms made him look very handsome.

“Ananya” he shook her from her reverie.
There is nothing that ever is bad, everything happens for a reason and happens
for good, okay!

For Ananya, she has fallen in love at
first sight…”yes” she murmured hiding her admiration being exposed.

“Do you love or miss him?”

“No, I realise I don’t but it was my first
valentine, I had thought of a lovely dinner, flowers, exchange of gifts….”

“Did you have one already?” he smiled.

She realised the candle light, the
beautiful ambience, then flowers…it was all there.

He picked up a flower from the vase, “Will
you be my Valentine?”

“Yes, I will…” she was happiness
personified. “But my gift?”

“Oh..” he made a gloomy face and handed
over a piece of paper to her, “will this do?”

She was mesmerised at what she saw, a
beautiful portrait of hers. “It looks so live, thank you…I …I don’t believe you
drew me so well. Thank you…I mean…”

“Shhhh…so now you have a gift too.” I am an
artist, had come to capture some valentine moments for my story…with no idea I
would meet my Valentine here.

“Can I drop you home?” Ananya offered, “I
promise I wouldn’t whine now.”

“Okay, let’s go, I wouldn’t let you whine
ever.”

 

The Rise and Shine!

I wore the blazer again and again and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have tried all the combinations of 3 shirts and 2 trousers with the blazer my father had bought taking an advance loan. All the preparations were on for the day when the India’s Best Singer contest was to come to the Royal College in Gangapur, Rajasthan. I started singing at the age of 3 and all of the rest 20 years I only worshipped was my Guru – my Father, music and singing.

The D day arrived; there were not many participants as were observers. Half of Gangapur’s modest population of 25,000 came to watch the celebrity judges whom they had just seen on posters or on television. I braced myself and tried to sing a classical, the anxiety over came my performance. I was selected as a waiting list participant meaning if someone did not turn up, I would be called. Rest few days went as usual; my mom had packed the blazer and even spoken of selling it to a relative who was to get married soon. Father would day and night think of replaying the loan and I myself had taken up tuitions to help father repay the loan. The only good change the let-down brought in me was I doubled up my riyaz (practise) and started living music.

An unexpected call on 21st November 2010 to the c/o neighbour’s number changed my life. I never knew this call would take me to an unexpected turn in my life and what the future held!

“I am speaking from India’s Best Singer. We need you here in Mumbai, can you make it tomorrow?” An eager young voice shouted over the cacophony that surrounded her. I was dumbfound to answer anything, going to Mumbai meant more expenses upfront even if it was paid later by the company. I also knew it was my last chance to make it big. Leaving a note under my father’s pillow and some cash from a friend, I left for the Maximum City!

Reaching the quarterfinals was a breeze. I knew I was the heartthrob with my sweet chocolate boy demeanour. I got close to a fellow contestant, Rajshree. Before the finale, all participants were taken to their home town, but I refused. I was a top contender finalist competing with Rajshree and Asit a boy from Asam. The contest had a nail biting finish and along with the title I won 50 lakh cash and a singing contract with the channel. I was an overnight star, a sensation, I received calls from unknown people congratulating me on my success, I chatted with girls to increase popularity, gave interviews in leading newspapers and radio channels and was the star to every party I was invited. People just wanted me. The importance and the recognition I was gaining I knew the world was at my feet. I knew the way to be in limelight was through my rich young friends. I vaguely remember when at a star studded after award party, Rajshree wanted to sing and I in high spirits grabbed the mic, “I will sing, I am the star, this party is for winners! Give it to me.”  “Aaj jaane ki zid na karo ….” I fell to the ground and rest I read in the news papers, “Rags to Riches and now Young but Finished!”. However such things cannot dampen my spirits, media always tries to bring people down. “Alcoholism, loud music, parties and now drugs, is all you have with you now.” Rajshree never understood me, why do those people give a lecture on success … who have never seen success. I left her.

A year had passed; my first album had created record sales. My dates for the next one year were booked and my first solo stage show was over booked in Rajasthan. My mega posters were all over the city, with people piling around my car to get an autograph. I knew I was the best but anxiety hadn’t let me sleep for a week now in spite of the anti-depressants I took. I selected my leather jacket from the best of brands that wanted to sponsor me. Talent sells…is all I can say. I needed the energy and wanted to be on a high, I sniffed some more marijuana pumped up some protein shakes kissed Anji, my girlfriend passionately before hitting the stage. The crowd was going mad wanted to hear me, even a word was enough. I could barely see the crowd just a hazy layer of black heads! My first half of the performance had girls fainting, wanting to touch me, grab me! The second half, I called some girls on stage against the security orders and a small explosion in one of boom boxes led to a chaos. I was frisked away by security and after that I am blank even today as to what happened.

Next day’s newspaper made me pay the price of my success. Among the 18 people who died in the stampede, were a couple in their 70’s. I was called for recognition and the only thing I recognised on the mutilated body was the blazer the man was wearing. It took me no time to join the dots to my how being in Rajasthan. It’s been two years since the incident; I am convicted and lost the court case of the stampede episode proving me guilty of not adhering to security measures. My hired top lawyer proved me a hard core drug addict to avoid jail. I am in a rehabilitation making baskets and earning 100 rupees a day. Rajshree is a top play back singer now; she comes every week to meet me. Drugs took away my singing ability however I do hum songs when Rajshree is here.

It is quite rightly said, the people you meet when climbing up the steps of success … are the same you meet when climbing down!
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