Thursday, August 19, 2010

Lunch with Ghost

Lunch With Ghost
9th Oct 2008 was an optional holiday in Infosys , but for me a regular working day. It happens She has come to Bangalore for a short term and is staying in ECC. since there was no one in project working , i thought it will be good idea to meet her over lunch. The name that haunts me for so long is finally back into my life. I had known i would meet a girl by that name and she will be one of those who i would have thought i will meet. Well , so lets say i have to decide whether to talk to this person, without actually telling her anything. Well , to start she is from Chandigarh, was in Bangalore for 2 years but now transferred to Chandigarh. One might just feel she is back to bangalore to meet me , or my future plans were stuck because i was destined to meet someone like her , for some past memories and associations to her to be re-lived. Not many know her importance in my life is an age old phenomenon. She is one thousand of common names present in India. So Where did i first meet her , in HSR Layout. Now she is wearing a Black Dress ( as probably the Dress Code) , and she is one of those beauties who anyone would miss out at first. She slowly seeps into you as an addiction and irresistible habit. You tend to know her , and more you know, still more you would love to know.
She is basically one strong kid, a real child by heart who knows how to carry herself. A bindass girl EverReady for a good snap, and to any planned trip. One of a few girl who would pump in blood in the veins. So we have not even started with lunch details with this Bar-1 Girl.
She came dressed so properly , and fragnance of her exotic hair were all it required to bring a smile back. Her real cool smile was the flavour of the day. And thanks she obliged to come to my desk on my insistence. I always thought i will be able to persuade her , not because i have the power but because of a sheer coincidence in her name that still keeps on haunting me. I look to her as a very good friend , a re-incarination of the one gone. I confirmed over the times if she was in delhi sometimes , but she was not. So the office was nearly vacant , and we went out , when she proudly annouced that she will not have lunch as she is fasting. So i understood its time to be hungry again. Still i could not afford to lose her company in deserted company on a holiday. It was holiday for me also, but i decided not to tell her the fact.
So we moved out and sat for a sugarcane juice. She is one sweet girl , with a sweeter voice and still best smile. I wont say she is the most beautiful, but yes , she is one of the most good looking , decent , sober and perfectly dressed ladies to come in my life. So we started the conversation , and i said everything about myself. My honest opinions and true me were out to that piercing smile which refused to fade away despite being at loss of words. by end of conversation, she had known of my educational background, my finances and the most treasured part of my life. Thank God , the tear did not trickled down my eyes. For that would have been defeat of the soul that changed me.
But by end , i knew the angel sitting by me had an interst in light english melodious songs , romantic novels. She listens to soft music , and love to note the quotations. Her favourite Ghazal singer is Jagjit Singh , even though she can not identify between Pankaj Udhas and Jags.
The sugarcane juice was followed by lemon tea at Lotus Eaterz. She was just superb in her dressing sense (as always) and carried herself well. I had to think many times if she would just not want to roam around with me , for she being sky and me on earth ... those meet in horizon which never exists. Then a small stroll to casa , where she told she loves to walk. I was happy she is second girl after my crush , to love doing so. Then we went to multimedia building and then to building 44 where we went to see NRN's cabin , but a board meeting in place kept us at a distance. Well , she just came down and glided back to hostel to complete a perfect festival called Dusshera , and i will just cherish those hours with her forever ... i just want to tell you , i like the way you talk , the way you smile, your ever - energetic approach to life , who is bindass , care-free , one who does not carry any burden or extra baggage and the way your name is same as the ghost i had known ... Miss you always ...
Take Care ............. and always be in touch even if i go away or you do ... and remember you are just awsome ....

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