MV's thread about "Are Men Romantic" talked about how some men were never able to get over their first loves.
Well, this got me thinking about MY first love.
It was way back in high school - 9th grade to be precise - that I first saw her.
Insh allah - tareef karun kya uski jisne tujhe banaya* - was all I could think!
Crush at first sight - never knew such a thing existed until it struck me.
ME - the most unromantic supposedly worldly-wise know-it-all.
* Praise the lord that created you
I had read in books about how someone could make you weak in the knees but with her I literally experienced it.
Her house was near mine so I used to run into her all the time outside of school.
And each time that I saw her, my knees (not to mention - my brain) turned into jelly.
I couldn't stand properly nor string a coherent sentence together and I turned into a blithering idiot (of course some argue that I am always a blithering idiot but thats besides the point).
And so it went for 3 more years until it was time for college and we lost contact.
This was before the era of Emails and Orkut and Facebook, so it was not as easy as it is today.
Fast forward to today - after R2I - a few weeks ago we had a high school reunion and I ran into her.
And guess what - I did not recognize her!
She called me by my name and spoke for a while - and all the while I was thinking who the heck is she?!!
I asked my buddy - hey -whos that girl? Was she in our class?
He whacked me on the head and told me her name and boy I was floored.
I could not believe it. This was the girl who was responsible for keeping me awake for 3 years straight.
This was the one who I dreamt about in class and got punished for when I couldn't answer the teacher's questions.
This was the reason why I never got into IIT or won the Physics Olympiad (wait - no - I am getting carried away now).
I looked at her again and she had not changed a lot.
She has kids now so she is a little heavier around the waist than she used to be but otherwise she looks similar to high school.
And yet, I felt nothing.
No rush, no crush, no nothing. If I had seen her on the street I would have walked past without even turning my head.
So, I wonder, what the heck made me so crazy about her back in high school?
What would have happened if we had stayed together all these years - would the feelings have dried up anyway? Would my taste have changed so much?
Anyways, I am so glad to have had that crush and also the chance to see her again.
This will be a great story to tell my kids when they have their first crush or when they think that they have lost their "true" love and that the world is coming to an end.
Time changes everything.
So, dear readers, what was your first love like?
Do share your experiences and how things turned out?
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First Love
Alright....I will take the bait and talk about my first love. It still is my first love, even though I have never said a word about her, my wife knows about her. I think about her all the time.
Still remember the first time I saw her. Actually she was with my brother at a small family gathering. I had seen her with my brother countless times and had always wondered what it would be like to spend time with someone special like her. So in that party after mustering enough courage I walked over to them and point blankly asked my brother ..."bhaiya...can I have her...please??" My brother looked at me and even though he knew the answer he still asked..."how old are you?" "Oh what the hell...here you go". And just like that, my hands were around one of the most beautiful creations of almighty god.
Aah...what a feeling. That amazing smell..I can still feel that sweet taste on my lips...
Since then, I spend at least 2 evenings a week (sometimes a little more) with her. And when I am not with her, oh how I miss a glass of Scotch!! :love::love:
So true RocknRoll....Taarif karoon kya uski jisne use banaya!!!
- Dixit
Still remember the first time I saw her. Actually she was with my brother at a small family gathering. I had seen her with my brother countless times and had always wondered what it would be like to spend time with someone special like her. So in that party after mustering enough courage I walked over to them and point blankly asked my brother ..."bhaiya...can I have her...please??" My brother looked at me and even though he knew the answer he still asked..."how old are you?" "Oh what the hell...here you go". And just like that, my hands were around one of the most beautiful creations of almighty god.
Aah...what a feeling. That amazing smell..I can still feel that sweet taste on my lips...
Since then, I spend at least 2 evenings a week (sometimes a little more) with her. And when I am not with her, oh how I miss a glass of Scotch!! :love::love:
So true RocknRoll....Taarif karoon kya uski jisne use banaya!!!
- Dixit
First Love
Don't really remember school crushes. But during Engineering, my sister got married, out of town. Her sister-in-law was not very beautiful. "Sanvli" would best describe her complection. Studious. With glasses. Not very tall. Not very short. I really liked her. Did not have courage to go forward and ask.
Got close during my trips to my sister's house (one week trips). I used to teach this lovely girl math/physics for that week. She was so sweet !!
Fast forward few years... I came to USA ... I told my mother about her. She initiated "rishta". Unfortunately, girl's parents would not want girl to go so far (USA). I mean, what kind of parents were they :)? Usually parents look for an NRI. And here my being an NRI was a taboo !!:o
Girl was willing, parents were not. Parents said, if I promise that I will return back to India within couple of years, then marriage is fine.
I being a direct descendent of Raja Harishchandra, did not want to lie. No one ever reminded me that "All is fair in love and war". I told them honestly that USA is now my home. I can promise to have an yearly visit to India. I can promise that she will be in India for a month every year.
It did not work. :emunlove:
Fast Forward to today... I got married, she got married. I am married to sweetest girl on this planet!:love: She is married to a loving person too.
I have no intensions to compare the two girls. But sometimes I do think about my first love. Would life be different if I was married to her? Will it be better than now? Can life be even better than what I have now? Can there be a girl more caring, more sweet, more honest, more loving, more... then my Dear Wife?
I wish my first love is as happy as I am. I wish she is being loved more than I would have loved her. I wish all her wishes come true ! :emrose:
Got close during my trips to my sister's house (one week trips). I used to teach this lovely girl math/physics for that week. She was so sweet !!
Fast forward few years... I came to USA ... I told my mother about her. She initiated "rishta". Unfortunately, girl's parents would not want girl to go so far (USA). I mean, what kind of parents were they :)? Usually parents look for an NRI. And here my being an NRI was a taboo !!:o
Girl was willing, parents were not. Parents said, if I promise that I will return back to India within couple of years, then marriage is fine.
I being a direct descendent of Raja Harishchandra, did not want to lie. No one ever reminded me that "All is fair in love and war". I told them honestly that USA is now my home. I can promise to have an yearly visit to India. I can promise that she will be in India for a month every year.
It did not work. :emunlove:
Fast Forward to today... I got married, she got married. I am married to sweetest girl on this planet!:love: She is married to a loving person too.
I have no intensions to compare the two girls. But sometimes I do think about my first love. Would life be different if I was married to her? Will it be better than now? Can life be even better than what I have now? Can there be a girl more caring, more sweet, more honest, more loving, more... then my Dear Wife?
I wish my first love is as happy as I am. I wish she is being loved more than I would have loved her. I wish all her wishes come true ! :emrose:
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dixit;317970Alright....I will take the bait and talk about my first love. It still is my first love, even though I have never said a word about her, my wife knows about her. I think about her all the time.
Still remember the first time I saw her. Actually she was with my brother at a small family gathering. I had seen her with my brother countless times and had always wondered what it would be like to spend time with someone special like her. So in that party after mustering enough courage I walked over to them and point blankly asked my brother ..."bhaiya...can I have her...please??" My brother looked at me and even though he knew the answer he still asked..."how old are you?" "Oh what the hell...here you go". And just like that, my hands were around one of the most beautiful creations of almighty god.
Aah...what a feeling. That amazing smell..I can still feel that sweet taste on my lips...
Since then, I spend at least 2 evenings a week (sometimes a little more) with her. And when I am not with her, oh how I miss a glass of Scotch!! :love::love:
So true RocknRoll....Taarif karoon kya uski jisne use banaya!!!
- Dixit
You are funny !! Cheers !
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RocknRoll;317964She has kids now so she is a little heavier around the waist than she used to be but otherwise she looks similar to high school.
And yet, I felt nothing.
No rush, no crush, no nothing. If I had seen her on the street I would have walked past without even turning my head.
Once you are used to Garlic and Ginger, its hard to like Vanilla.
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In my case it was first crush and not first love. I am yet to understand the difference between the two..Oh well ...
It was in my 12th Grade and on my Organic Chemistry teacher. Oh man!! he was one of the most good looking persons I have ever seen and he was brilliant too..that was like an icing:p
I still remember this one equation he taught us and it got etched into my mind: Alcohols ----->oxidation------>Aldehydes----->oxidation -----> acids..Through this equation I could quickly grasp all the three chapters of 12th organic chem..I used to find excuses to go ask him questions after the class:emdgust: worse part is I used to come home and tell my mother about it and she used to freak out on me having crush on my teacher:e
I ended up scoring the full marks in my board exams in that subject. Anyway, so I developed a strong interest in that subject and decided to further my career in the area and to take up Pharmacy.
The crush ended after the classes did but this meant a beginning of a lifelong romance with Pharmacy:p
It was in my 12th Grade and on my Organic Chemistry teacher. Oh man!! he was one of the most good looking persons I have ever seen and he was brilliant too..that was like an icing:p
I still remember this one equation he taught us and it got etched into my mind: Alcohols ----->oxidation------>Aldehydes----->oxidation -----> acids..Through this equation I could quickly grasp all the three chapters of 12th organic chem..I used to find excuses to go ask him questions after the class:emdgust: worse part is I used to come home and tell my mother about it and she used to freak out on me having crush on my teacher:e
I ended up scoring the full marks in my board exams in that subject. Anyway, so I developed a strong interest in that subject and decided to further my career in the area and to take up Pharmacy.
The crush ended after the classes did but this meant a beginning of a lifelong romance with Pharmacy:p
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Hmm, first love, nice topic . I would like to talk instead of my first proposal . These are memories that never fade with time for me. I still cherish it somewhere in a corner of my heart .:)
I grew up in aamchi Mumbai, it was not an uncommon thing for people to have gf's and bf's starting from the 7th grade itself (these were the advanced ones ) . I remember the story of one my friends, she had been hounded by this classmate, who would propose to her every other day, she finally got fed up and tied him a rakhi at raksha bandhan, but this still did not stop him, and he continued to ask her out, saying that it was 'premachi rakhi' (a rakhi of love), LOL !! :))
But I digress, this is about my love life, ok, so coming back on track :
First proposal : This was a guy from the same complex as i grew up. Let's call him 'G' . He was a few years older to me, i was 14-15 and he might be 18-19 . He was of average height, and sweet looking, I remember the girls comparing him to 'Kamal Hassan' . I had seen him all my life, playing around, being a boy, around the society compounds, where all us kids would hang out . I remember one day I saw him at the doctor's office close by, where i had been with my mom, and he was smiling away to glory at me, that's the first time ever, I had seen him outside of our compound setting, I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach . :emdgust:
Then the very next day, my best friend comes up to me, and tells me that 'G' wants to talk to me, I thought nothing of it. So went over, where 'G' was, and started talking to him. After exchanging pleasantries, he came straight to the point, took out a beautiful red rose :emrose:and a peice of candy , which he was holding in his hand behind his back, and said the 3 magic words, and that he said he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me and hasn't felt this way about any other girl . I was blown away ( I swear, everything after that point is a blur, as my mind was racing like a mad truck, my heart was beating fast enough to the point where i felt it would break out of my body, my whole body was trembling with...with...not fear (this feeling was new to me, never felt before ) the whole world started revolving around me , and I felt like I was about to throw up :5:), anyway, I don't remember the rest of conversation at all *sighhh*, all i do remember is that, I asked him some time to think about it, and somehow I managed to sneak it past my parents and got it home. I think I did not sleep one wink that night, tried but couldn't fall asleep, kept tossing and turning all night ,thinking whether what i felt was love, the only reference I had thus far was bollywood movies, and as per them, this feeling I had was indeed love :e. I kept thinking of this 'First' in my life , till the next evening when i met him to give him my reply, which was in the negative, as I did not have the courage at the young age of 14 to have a BF, so I urged him to just be friends :e . There have been many more instances of getting a proposal after this one, but none closer to my heart and more vivid in my memory than this one . I have no idea where 'G' is today, as his family moved out of our apartment complex a few years after the fact , but the memory of that place, that time, his face, the smell of his cologne, is etched in my heart to cherish forever.
I know now that it wasn't love, because now I've seen what love looks like, but still there was something about that phase of life, between 13-19, which made every romantic gesture seem like the real deal. :e
I grew up in aamchi Mumbai, it was not an uncommon thing for people to have gf's and bf's starting from the 7th grade itself (these were the advanced ones ) . I remember the story of one my friends, she had been hounded by this classmate, who would propose to her every other day, she finally got fed up and tied him a rakhi at raksha bandhan, but this still did not stop him, and he continued to ask her out, saying that it was 'premachi rakhi' (a rakhi of love), LOL !! :))
But I digress, this is about my love life, ok, so coming back on track :
First proposal : This was a guy from the same complex as i grew up. Let's call him 'G' . He was a few years older to me, i was 14-15 and he might be 18-19 . He was of average height, and sweet looking, I remember the girls comparing him to 'Kamal Hassan' . I had seen him all my life, playing around, being a boy, around the society compounds, where all us kids would hang out . I remember one day I saw him at the doctor's office close by, where i had been with my mom, and he was smiling away to glory at me, that's the first time ever, I had seen him outside of our compound setting, I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach . :emdgust:
Then the very next day, my best friend comes up to me, and tells me that 'G' wants to talk to me, I thought nothing of it. So went over, where 'G' was, and started talking to him. After exchanging pleasantries, he came straight to the point, took out a beautiful red rose :emrose:and a peice of candy , which he was holding in his hand behind his back, and said the 3 magic words, and that he said he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me and hasn't felt this way about any other girl . I was blown away ( I swear, everything after that point is a blur, as my mind was racing like a mad truck, my heart was beating fast enough to the point where i felt it would break out of my body, my whole body was trembling with...with...not fear (this feeling was new to me, never felt before ) the whole world started revolving around me , and I felt like I was about to throw up :5:), anyway, I don't remember the rest of conversation at all *sighhh*, all i do remember is that, I asked him some time to think about it, and somehow I managed to sneak it past my parents and got it home. I think I did not sleep one wink that night, tried but couldn't fall asleep, kept tossing and turning all night ,thinking whether what i felt was love, the only reference I had thus far was bollywood movies, and as per them, this feeling I had was indeed love :e. I kept thinking of this 'First' in my life , till the next evening when i met him to give him my reply, which was in the negative, as I did not have the courage at the young age of 14 to have a BF, so I urged him to just be friends :e . There have been many more instances of getting a proposal after this one, but none closer to my heart and more vivid in my memory than this one . I have no idea where 'G' is today, as his family moved out of our apartment complex a few years after the fact , but the memory of that place, that time, his face, the smell of his cologne, is etched in my heart to cherish forever.
I know now that it wasn't love, because now I've seen what love looks like, but still there was something about that phase of life, between 13-19, which made every romantic gesture seem like the real deal. :e
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beautiful piece, willy nilly,
RK
RK
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wow willy, with that lovely post you earned your first 100 thanks..:thup: