She was my first love after coming to the US. And it was really a touching and emotional moment for me when I bid her goodbye on Thursday, Aug 27th, 2009 at the Vestal road near my school. That day will go in as one of the days which I will remember for a long time to come, or atleast till I meet her again. I am sure that even to this day, many of my closest friends, even in Binghamton, know very little about this.
To tell you the truth and disclose matters silently sleeping in the deepest of my hearts, my first acquaintances with her dates back to the 5th of September, 2008. I still remember the evening I first met her, that lovely September evening that sparked initial communications between us. That was the day when we had a set of seniors whom we had invited for dinner. As preparations for the dinner, which was ‘paav bhaaji’, was going on at full swing in the kitchen, I was glued to a world of my own in a curiosity to know her more.
She was basically a soft spoken person, who hardly communicated much during our initial days of acquaintances. Every morning I woke, I was so desperately longing to get in touch with her – God alone can help me describe; I would say that English vocabulary is too unexpressive to help me explain my then frame of mind.
I was staying in the Leroy side of Binghamton (more precisely in a street called Murray street), which made it all the more easy for me to get a glimpse of her during the mornings. And even more to my surprise, she used to be in the same bus as mine when I went to school. Though we did not speak to each other in the bus, I was sure that there was a placid wave of unspoken understanding that passed through the air between us.
Through due course of time, we became a little more than just friends. Morning meetings extended to an additional dose of evening chats. Classes at school played a villain for me as it started becoming more hectic. Our friendly meetings started turning out into just meeting for the sake of meeting, friendly meetings now started becoming more professional interactions for the sole sake of meeting. Everything started to end slowly. Too many ‘meetings’ in the previous sentence, but too few in reality that I have relished wholly.
However, whenever I got some time, I made it a point to talk to her and try to get as closer as possible. But as fate would have it, classes, assignments and such other more important things predominated my schedule, and I put aside everything until summer would start. I was sure of being able to convince several things then.
India trip at the beginning of summer, and as things would have it, once I got back we were back to touch. It was a lot of one-on-one discussions trying to restore a relationship that was lost in the midst of two busy semesters. I believed that more leisure time would help building a stronger relationship. But to be honest, none of our lengthier conversations ever ended without a heated confrontation. I hardly remember one that ended on a cooler note. I knew that proceeding any further was not going to be fruitful for either of us. Long talks and prolonged attempts to get things fixed followed, and final attempts for restoring relationships were made on the 21st of Aug. I made up my mind to let go her for she needed a solace, a cure far beyond what I could offer her. I would not put the brunt of the blame on fate for it was my decision too to part with her. And finally 27th of August, 2009 – a day I never wanted to face in my life dawned. The last place I met her to send her off was at a place opposite to the Nirchis Pizza on the Vestal road. She then embarked on her way to Texas as I bid goodbye.
PS 1: The ‘She’ here is actually my HP notebook which I have sent to the company for replacing the thermal sink which is not working fine now. Too much of heat(ed) (confrontations) being generated. The meetings that turned professional refer to all the assignments and stuff done using the laptop rather than the much relished chattings and orkuttings!
It’s like a hand lost – without a laptop, gosh, how could things run around?? How could I keep checking the numerous number of e-mails that flood my mail box (yet causing the count of e-mails to remain statically glued to the same number that I saw the last time I checked my mails)? How could I keep track of the latest Airtel Super singer junior on Vijay TV?
I hope I get back my laptop in better condition soon. Please pray for her to return to me safely! :P
PS 2: I said this was my first love, not the only love in Binghamton ;)
To tell you the truth and disclose matters silently sleeping in the deepest of my hearts, my first acquaintances with her dates back to the 5th of September, 2008. I still remember the evening I first met her, that lovely September evening that sparked initial communications between us. That was the day when we had a set of seniors whom we had invited for dinner. As preparations for the dinner, which was ‘paav bhaaji’, was going on at full swing in the kitchen, I was glued to a world of my own in a curiosity to know her more.
She was basically a soft spoken person, who hardly communicated much during our initial days of acquaintances. Every morning I woke, I was so desperately longing to get in touch with her – God alone can help me describe; I would say that English vocabulary is too unexpressive to help me explain my then frame of mind.
I was staying in the Leroy side of Binghamton (more precisely in a street called Murray street), which made it all the more easy for me to get a glimpse of her during the mornings. And even more to my surprise, she used to be in the same bus as mine when I went to school. Though we did not speak to each other in the bus, I was sure that there was a placid wave of unspoken understanding that passed through the air between us.
Through due course of time, we became a little more than just friends. Morning meetings extended to an additional dose of evening chats. Classes at school played a villain for me as it started becoming more hectic. Our friendly meetings started turning out into just meeting for the sake of meeting, friendly meetings now started becoming more professional interactions for the sole sake of meeting. Everything started to end slowly. Too many ‘meetings’ in the previous sentence, but too few in reality that I have relished wholly.
However, whenever I got some time, I made it a point to talk to her and try to get as closer as possible. But as fate would have it, classes, assignments and such other more important things predominated my schedule, and I put aside everything until summer would start. I was sure of being able to convince several things then.
India trip at the beginning of summer, and as things would have it, once I got back we were back to touch. It was a lot of one-on-one discussions trying to restore a relationship that was lost in the midst of two busy semesters. I believed that more leisure time would help building a stronger relationship. But to be honest, none of our lengthier conversations ever ended without a heated confrontation. I hardly remember one that ended on a cooler note. I knew that proceeding any further was not going to be fruitful for either of us. Long talks and prolonged attempts to get things fixed followed, and final attempts for restoring relationships were made on the 21st of Aug. I made up my mind to let go her for she needed a solace, a cure far beyond what I could offer her. I would not put the brunt of the blame on fate for it was my decision too to part with her. And finally 27th of August, 2009 – a day I never wanted to face in my life dawned. The last place I met her to send her off was at a place opposite to the Nirchis Pizza on the Vestal road. She then embarked on her way to Texas as I bid goodbye.
PS 1: The ‘She’ here is actually my HP notebook which I have sent to the company for replacing the thermal sink which is not working fine now. Too much of heat(ed) (confrontations) being generated. The meetings that turned professional refer to all the assignments and stuff done using the laptop rather than the much relished chattings and orkuttings!
It’s like a hand lost – without a laptop, gosh, how could things run around?? How could I keep checking the numerous number of e-mails that flood my mail box (yet causing the count of e-mails to remain statically glued to the same number that I saw the last time I checked my mails)? How could I keep track of the latest Airtel Super singer junior on Vijay TV?
I hope I get back my laptop in better condition soon. Please pray for her to return to me safely! :P
PS 2: I said this was my first love, not the only love in Binghamton ;)
11 comments:
Ada pavi :P Ipdi kavithitiyae :P
Anyway, I wish you and Echpee a long lasting love life :P :D
i know you wud have got excited to know who your future "manni" was! ;-) anyways, thanks for the wishes Mayth! :P
I was just going thru my posts and realized a tag from you that I had missed. it was long hibernation outside blog-world for me. Shall take that up soon!
I hope your love story has a happy ending like every bollywood movie :)
@ Kamana - yeah yeah, a DDLJ ending, finally got reunited in good ways! :)
The moment i read the first 2 lines of the blog i was shocked. Because i know ur one side love very well and she still lives here in Binghamton. Dont worry na, since she's not ur senior, there is no way she will leave binghamton before u. DDLJ ending for sure. I am waiting for the Jai Ho moment...........
@ Karthik - are there senior and junior categories in laptops? :P
i am talking abt ur girl friend, whos is a girl.......not senior or junior.......read it again..........Technical paper padikira maathiri en comment uh padikaatheenga......romance uh padinga
appadiye aagattum thalaiva :)
good one venkatesh.
@ life is beautiful - thanks!
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