The Brave Brave Woman

And She, with a capital S did it! I tried, really really hard to convince her that it was not worth it. And that I wasn’t the best bloke on the block. And the vices easily overpower the microscopic virtues if any, but all to no avail. She stuck on, almost reminding one of Fevicol ads that you might remember from your childhood. And somewhere I guess I wanted to stick on too. It made sense. It felt right.

Tomorrow apparently is Valentine’s Day with lots of people planning to spend their time trying to write a song ; but for me there’s a song already.

It’s called Love Song for No One and about a year back I had no idea it would turn to someone within a few months.

Staying home alone on a Friday

Flat on the floor looking back

On old love

Or lack thereof

After all the crushes are faded

And all my wishful thinking was wrong

I'm jaded

I hate it

Actually I did not. Being alone was awesome. You were the master of your own destiny and you could eat cornflakes for dinner with finger chips from McDonalds or just drink 3 cans of Red Bull. It felt to be a nice kind of life.

I'm tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

So tired of being alone

So hurry up and get here

Get here

I’m sure I had not said anything like this to the Universe, the One above, Karan johar or Yash Chopra and yet she did materialize; out of thin air.

Searching all my days just to find you

I'm not sure who I'm looking for

I'll know it

When I see you

Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom

Staying up all night just to write

A love song for no one

This I did, almost regularly. Love stories categorized in this blog under random musings, very clearly believing that an author needs no other inspiration than his or her own imagination. And the pen never tired. But the reality was perhaps we all search for someone or the other.

I could have met you in a sandbox

I could have passed you on the sidewalk

Could I have missed my chance

And watched you walk away?

Oh no way

While the good part was that she did not allow me to watch her go away, this perhaps also was the Tragedy of my life with emphasis on all the letters of Tragedy. I really, honestly would have preferred to have met Her a year back in a sandbox or a sidewalk in the Shire, but of all the Coffee Days in all the cities of the world I had to meet Her in Chennai! And What’s more, she loves the city! Damn I should have opted for the gin joints of Casablanca. It’s really difficult to make a good story out of Chennai without getting into Murugan’s Idly. At least people who know me would find it less believable.

To cut a long story short:

You'll be so good

You'll be so good for me

So Happy Valentine’s Day.

And since you probably will read it while I am in office, I might have a call at 23:00 hours tomorrow.