Serendipity

The girl with the white scarf was one of my crushes in school days, and that had grown as we shared few nights over the phone. Life moved on after I recognized that it was not love that was the reason for my addiction to the girl with the white scarf. The professional competence examination ate up my three months like a small mice eat up a piece of butter, well it wasn’t the exams that ate up mu butter it was the books that I had to burn my head on.

As suggested by my trainers I tried to put in at least ten solid hours of a day with my books, ended up using around three to four hours a day during the first two months and in the last month where I was told to put in only around eight hours, I put in around ten. I increased around sixteen kilos in sixty days, thanks to Ammi, my friends who made me hog at the fast food centers and my craze for food. I remember one fat guy who ate around three hundred IDLIs at a time, and he said people who can eat what they want and sleep when they wished to, are the happiest people on earth, and I think he was true because I thought I was the next happiest man on earth the first two months of my study holidays. Doha is always a happy place to be.

By the time I landed Calicut for my last month before the exams flagged, the second wish I had other than clearing my exams with good percentage was to reduce my waist size, which had gone up, not coz I was too caring with my body shape, that was of no importance because my girl too is little broad than normal. The only reason was that I could not button any of my jeans and buying new ones are a costly business and that too when you don’t have enough time in your pockets.
I thought it was always important to be free of any tensions and thoughts when you write any examination and especially if it is something to do with the second most tough examination in India. I planned to turn off my mobile phone, and I dialed almost all the important contacts in the country just to apologize for the inconvenience that they would face when they dial me.

I was done ringing almost all the important ones and was left with the girl with the white scarf. I thought I would inform her too, with no second thought I rang this beauty that had made me go crazy in my school days. After few rings the other side answered with a sound that was as sweat as the cuckoo during spring, so crisp so smooth and soft that anyone would love to play it more than once. I was lost in it before my nephew stamped on my toe with his new shoes, showing off the new purchase. We had a small conversation and she asked if I would be in Chennai after my exams and she would want a coffee together, I felt it would be interesting to meet someone after quite some time, and that too someone whom you never would have thought of meeting again in life.

Exams went like a rollercoaster making you feel horrible at the beginning and once you are done with it kick on the ground and ask your self was this all? I and my friend made plans that were had nullity in execution. The first three days after examination were so dry that I begged for exams to happen again, It was later that I was kept busy with the family matters and other illogicalities that any youth would do. Days passed so fast heavy showers and thunder and lightning came and went by the blink of the eye, Sun shined and Ed poured its happiness and charm. It was fun sacrificing the buffalo in the name of the almighty, and equally fun in distributing the meat to people around, and the family day out at the water falls added to the beauty of Ed.

It was one day later, I got a call from the girl with the white scarf, that she had reached Chennai the morning and I thought It would have been the same even if I was present there in Chennai and she would have come, I would not have met her, not because I wouldn’t want to but just because I would have been in office when she would be around and going to the place where she would be lodged would be a big problem. Later in the day she called me asking if she would get to eat MacD in Chennai and then KFC and then Pizza, and I thought she was angry enough to eat me because I couldn’t be there, I asked her for the hotel she was lodged and the name she told me was so familiar that I for few seconds felt that it was something that I see daily and it happened to be the one opposite to my hostel. All that I got from her side was words of anger of not showing up there in time.

Three years before when I walked into Doha airport on the same day she was flying to India forever I wished that her flight was delayed by few hours and we would have been together for some time and now that she has come to my door steps, and walk the street that I walk daily and I am miles away is something that makes me believe in destiny, had she been two days late to Chennai I would have received her at the railway station, but destiny or fate has got something else for us. It might be good or bad that we haven’t met; its your fatom that decides it, for the time being all I can say is that this is one of the best forms of serendipities.

TRK