My first love was Anuradha. I saw her in a basketball ground. She used to
come there for coaching and I used to go there for leching.
I remember that she was dark and had short hair
and generally not good looking. Sometimes I am not even sure if she was a “She”,
but there you go.
First love, not very
specific about looks or even gender, I think.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not gay or anything but thinking about it now,
phew.
I practiced how to propose to her for many days
and on the D day, messed it up. She rolled her eyes and walked away.
This gets me thinking about puppy love (now, don’t
think that I was in love with a puppy).
What makes a boy fall for a girl at that early age. There can be many contributing factors like
loads of free time, peer pressure, demographic imbalance in the gender
spread, parents having successful
careers, jobless parents, lenient attendance rules at school, irregular or
absence of PTA and of course there is this little thing called hormonal growth
and stuff which I don’t believe in (Up yours Darwin or whoever invented it).
What contributed to my first love is a mystery, or
atleast I would like it to be that way.
Anyway, it fell flat on its face and thus started
my saga of disappointments in life. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened
had she accepted to my proposal?
If you ask my wife (which is obviously not
Anuradha) she will ask you for her address to beat her up for not accepting.
My marriage is also a love marriage, after
proposal, eloping, hardwork (on my wife’s part), facing difficulties in life
(on my wife’s part), enjoying (my part), etc.
I am a very happy man today because of love. Because that is the only thing that is keeping
my wife from planning some hideous way of getting rid of me. Ahhhhh, aint love
grand?
One more love of my life is my son…….. he
absolutely adores me (he also hero worships me – refer to my previous article “My
daddy strongest”). You should see the
love in his eyes when I buy him inconsequential things like Rs. 12000/- tab, Rs.
8000/- guitar which he never uses, Rs. 800/- skate board which he does not know
how to use, especially when I tell him it is ok to watch TV late in to night on
school nights. Such is the grand way of love between father and son. But my wife disagrees. What do women know, right? Right?
The fun of following a girl home, letting her know
in no uncertain terms that you are interested in her, showing her off to your
friends and when she rejects, sulking and using that gap to start smoking and
drinking. Blaming it on her looks. Such
is the interesting way a man should grow.
It is important that a boy go through this cycle to be a complete man
(wearing Raymonds will only add to confusion).
So guys, take time today to think of your first
love and what you did not do to woo her and how thankful you are that she
rejected you so that you can be with your wife. (Pssst……..my wife is breathing
down my neck).
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