And I arrived...

I know that I had to do this now, because now is the time I feel the pinch, the tickle and the tangle that she left in me.
Its been two months since I arrived... but somehow it never felt so until now! Whats the freaking difference between what I had and what I have, I used to think ... A Desert Valley Apartment overlooking a beautiful pool, no human voice or company, and an occassional roar of the passing Davidson... all this encompassed by big A dream.
Though you have everything to pamper your physical self(well, almost) there is some kind of a dormant unhappiness everywhere... it could be my eyes or the general status quo.
I wake up in the nights, shocked and scared, thinking of lonely Tabu running out of her house after hearing the news about the death of her husband. Imagine! what can any one do... you get out of your place and scream your witts out and the only one who can hear you is yourself... and probably the passing, spine-chilling wind.

But there's a differnt dream I wanted to see too... A dream I saw through the movies and the television shows... that flaunted of unbiased friendship and love and of course the other amorous counterparts of it.
It took me two months 2 days to realize my American Dream. Long time for an average mortal one might say but I guess patience pays! So, here it goes. A tale that started of a little late on a saturday night and went on way in to Sunday and beyond ( I can still feel the effect)...

When you see so much action on TV, Internet and specially designated cinema the real thing loses the effect. A couple of minutes in to the arena and I was still amazed and was literally staring at people in disbelief. It happens I guess... but for the beers and reassuring sounds of my colleagues from work whom I wouldn't have expected to feature in my dreams, I would have never recovered my senses.

I went on to order a drink for my self and gave my self enough time to allow the environment to sink in. With every passing moment, I grew both comfortable and impatient; comfortable of the enviroment and the status quo and impatient that its not changing/progressing fast. And then she came by, moving and grooving, raising my heart rate exponentially to levels it never experienced before. And then it was done!

So far so good... an average tale with no extraordinary twist. But as I started regaining my senses, she came by again. This time to get me a drink!!! Voila... As amazed as I was I accepted hesitantly owing to my shy personality and we walked down to the bar. Quite frankly, I really could not think of a conversational topic so started off with my usual, "this is a great track... wot kind of music do you like???" Got the usual answer, "anything". It is hard to find a girl with good taste in music... so it went on for a couple of minutes, with either of us attempting at building a lasting conversation; I challenged her dance moves and she wanted me to do a dance for her...the one that's usually done on the pole right there for her and she would pay me. Huh???

And I arrived...

I really can't believe that I am going to publish this on my blog...