Tuesday, August 23, 2005

CHOCOLAT


This particular story narrates my experience (rather a disastrous one) with a very pretty and sweet gal. I must admit that given my above average looks and decent language capabilities I enjoyed a certain regard from my friends especially the ones from the opposite gender. And all the encounters with these beautiful (and in certain cases not so beautiful) women have given me if not anything at least the ability to discern the attitude of a lady.

"Life’s like a box of chocolates**, you never know what you gonna get" – I wish we could understand this statement completely for it defines the gist of our existence on this planet.
Wondering why I am getting so philosophical, well that’s a reflection of my present state – Ruminative and Remorseful!
Why? Because of one of the recent chocolates*** (a Milk Chocolate rather; I learnt that the Goras refer to us like that) I picked up. Wrapped in a beautiful pair of deep blue jeans and a light blue shirt (As if the wrapper mattered, it was the chocolate that was making it beautiful) the chocolate was heavenly – in every aspect of the word.
Hope you’ve understood what I am referring to ;) For the uninitiated it’s one of the most beautiful albeit elusive things on this planetJ. I happened to meet this beau femme in my French class. French! Well I wanted to dabble through it and thanks to the chocolat (well that’s what u call her in French) I decided to learn it thoroughly. The first day of the class I dressed up pretty smartly and arrived a bit early, right when I parked my bike and got off it I was struck by a ‘thunderbolt’. There was this divine creature walking right past me. Cupid must’ve been doing his job fine for I was taken by her charms. Following her I ended up in my French class (only I did not realize the same till the class started). While the cute French teacher was blabbering away some rather complicated French terms I was hard observing this lady who seemed unaware of my presence. Time for the intro’s and I gave mine and listened to her intro with a thousand ears. Jotting away her details carefully. Only to realize that some other idiot was trying to pick up a conversation with her. I planned to have him eliminated the next day only to be cooled down by my close friend accompanying me (yeah I had company whom I almost ignored).
The class got over much to my disappointment and while I was ambling away outside the gate I saw her waiting for her car. She came up to me and said, ‘excuse me, I heard your intro and I was wondering whether you happen to be a part of Helix*?’ I burped out something which was totally irrelevant to the context (Something I realize upon retrospection could have sounded like "What the hell did you just say???"… "Please stay away from me") and then tried to make it up by guiding the conversation towards my academic pursuits. The lady seemed confused and was a picture of naivety coupled with innocence. This particular combi can drive any sane valmiki crazy and I was just a mortal. I was literally drooling and just short of confessing my feelings when my frnd arrived and continued the conversation and gave me a chance to gather myself and approach her gain this time a bit more sophisticated. I don’t remebr what I spoke exactly but I did speak some sense for the lady seemed to stare at me long enough (probably!). Through the conversation I got to know her name and she asked mine. Just as I thought that she would slip into my arms her car arrived and she slipped away from me totally. But just before leaving she turned back and looked into my eyes, gave a little smile and told me "looking forward to meet you in the next class". My spirits knew no bounds…
Life gives us brilliant opportunities, and I believe that it is completely onto the individual to make the best of them; I failed to do so comprehensively. But then everyone is not so lucky.
Hope to transform the status quo and completely relish my chocolate(s) the next time!!!



* HELIX, I got to know is some kinda Club.
** Obviously I am referring to an assorted box of sweets wrapped in identical wrappers.
***Location of the incident and the identity of the object are not disclosed in interest of either of the parties involvedJ.