winding whirlpools...

It is now official.... I am to be married off by my parents in early February 2009, to the man I love and yes he loves me back!

Why am I so blue then? I am sure you are wondering since those two words definitely do not sound good when placed beside each other! Let's recap.

It all began in class 10, when I was charmed by this dimpled, simple boy who kept to himself and let himself be bullied by one and all. He rocked the class when it came to Hindi lessons and otherwise lay back in the shadows. We were pretty close, since I was dating his friend then and also helped each other with subjects, languages the other had a problem with. Then school life came to an end and that was it, we each moved on and on our seperate paths.

Fast forward 2 years ago: life was ok, dragging along and very quiet, besides a dull and "kill me" job at MSN India (I still don't know why I took it up in the first place - I am thinking Harakiri!). Then someone tells me about Orkut and I join it to kill time and ofcourse meet people I already know and have lost touch with and maybe even meet and make some interesting new friends!

I think joining Orkut was fate completing the drawing of my life - since this is where he chanced upon me and sent me a scrap - 'Hey, do you remember me!' I replied back and with 3-4 scraps, I found out whom I was talking to. I would have been excited once upon a time to meet a long lost friend, but the new job at MSN, had dulled my happiness quotient!

I forgot to wish him on his birthday and I think he was upset about it, since he brought it up later on. We did meet up when a common friend suggested it and I'd decided after that, that I never wanted to see him ever again, since the shy, quiet guy I knew had turned into a major dude with an even major attitude problem (little did I know). Then, a week later it happened to be a common friends birthday and he told me that he'd pick me up and we could go to the party together. Poor thing I made him wait as I completed work and then at the party, it was pretty much everyone else on one side and the two of us on the other.

That day on, we were inseperable... we met literally every day for a week and by the end of that week, I knew there was something more to the whole situation than just reviving a lost friendship. I liked the chap, he'd taken of his full-on attitude mask and was so much more nicer, when he wasn't killing me for making him wait!

to be continued....