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“With or Without You”

28 Saturday Jun 2014

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dating, music, relationships, songs, with or without you

Maie had finally decided it was time he sang for me, and decides to pick “With or without you” among a few he was humming for the day. I remember the post-it on a table with a note-to-self, written by a certain someone, in which he reminded himself to learn the chords of the song.

Life had changed, and I was glad. I could look forward to an end of the day, where I probably would laugh my head-off till I get a headache (I get headaches when I laugh a lot) and not have to worry whether I was in a relationship, dating or nothing what-so-ever.

Listening to his two new singles on our way home, I realise that life is simple for a change, and I was starting to like it!

Encounters

22 Sunday Jun 2014

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Awkward Moments, relationships

You know you have walked into the wrong place when you walk in and find the man-you-did-not-date right in front of you. Thanks to the caipirinha a few minutes before, you tap on his shoulder, and say “hi”, without thinking too much, to receive a “oh hi!” in a surprised tone.

I move to the back of the hall from where I see him checking out a woman dancing next to him, while I hang out with the lovely people I was lucky to be hanging out with, and who deem it extremely necessary that I wear specs, or rather start wearing the specs I already possess. I guess it helps to have a few friends who are faithful enough to see your hurt or bruised ego, and try to nurse it.

I see him a few more times during the breaks, between the puffs of smoke, and his beers. I could always see his bald head from where I was, it was a little distracting, despite the lively conversation that was around.

The bald head distraction continued for a whole while from out of the hall and inside the hall, and I had made peace with myself and the unexpected crashing into him, till he decided to come to the back of the hall, near to where I was with a woman.  Well the day was sure presenting not one, but two surprises!

It finally starts to make sense. The weird conversations while I was away, the weird good bye when I was back made a lot of sense on seeing them together.  I had asked him during his fumbling around the apartment in his awkwardness “What happened to you?” His answer had been, “I don’t know” when it sure should have been “I met someone”.

So naturally friends start analysing her, I get the reality and regain my composure, and Maie comes over and the rest of the day seem better.

Maie seemed to know half of the crowd. His school friends, his college friends, his sports friends and work friends would take turns in spotting him, while I wondered when the crowd would just disperse so I could finally enjoy a few minutes of conversation with him. He seems to have no issues holding my hand in public, and it was a good feeling to be with someone who did not seem to give a fuck about what the world thought of holding hands or not. Most of all I was glad that he was around, especially when I tapped on the shoulder of the man standing in front of me to inform him that I was leaving.

Maie looks in the direction of the guy to whom I said bye on my way out, and goes “That’s the dude?”  I nod and reply “Don’t ask!”

And thankfully he doesn’t.

 

“The Orange Cab”

19 Thursday Jun 2014

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Breakups, love, Randomness, relationships

It was one of those days I walked in slightly drunk, smelling a bit of tobacco, to find my parents waiting for me to interpret a deed for them. The usual story, shift from my “fine I shall move on” mood to, “let me interpret this shit for you” mood. Two cocktails never did anything much to me, never will I believe. And stupid music and staying out only brought back memories of him. The man I thought I had left behind, the one who I left well inside his apartment, when I walked out of the place was back in my mind, fumbling around in all his awkwardness.

To top it off, the damn place had to remind me of the man I once called husband. Probably cause  the last time I was there,  I was with him. He had decided to come to ensure some guy was not going to make a move on me. Fat chance of course, but yes, that was the last time I was on that balcony listening to music. It was a weird feeling, because the other just reminded me a lot of the man I married, divorced and never saw for over two years. Was it me, or was it that they were actually having similar traits? One writes, the other scripts. Maybe some form of similarity there, or I just have issues like a third person points out. “You look disturbed, as if some really bad wounds of the past have resurfaced!”

I wanted to ask him “you think?” but I was just a little too tired to pursue that conversation. His humour made me laugh only when in bed, and that too not at frequent intervals. However I like his theory of setting the bar so low, that women would not expect much of him. He tells me to write about things that I have no issues with, cause according to him, I have a ticking list, using which I would check whether the man I am with would fit into that box I deem to be the appropriate partner. “Did you wash your feet before getting into bed? Did you have a bath?” are claimed to be featured in the list. I shall also add to it, “thou shalt not have soap bubbles all over the bathroom walls”. It always baffles me how some people manage to achieve that, but then they do. The bathroom sure does end up looking like some soap bubble land, when they get out of it, and I end up almost breaking my neck slipping over them, and looking up again to notice the same damn bubbles.

Anyways, to keep things short, I have issues with unhygienic people, surely one cannot be blaming me for that?! If everyone kept their feet clean, I would not have to ask that question! Now, would I? I mean, WOULD I?

So yes, coming back to the point, I think I liked this man, not the one who told to my face I have issues when I am sure he has a ton of them too, but the one who is the  one who reminded me of the man I once called the husband. It’s sad how things get confusing in life, and people come to conclusions without reasons to substantiate them (Now tell me who does that? I can name a few of them though).

Have I ever mentioned how I need reasons for everything? Yea, add to that ticking list, “A man needs to be able to justify why he does what he does, or why he says what he says!” Can’t be too hard? Yes? No? Yes?

 

PS: The title has nothing to do with the content. It has a mere significance of keeping my word to the friend who provided me wonderful company, and to whom I said that my next blog post would be titled “The Orange Cab” on leaving the restaurant to find our “Orange Cab”.

 

The Kiss

18 Wednesday Jun 2014

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kiss, life, relationships

Everyone has that perfect kiss, or that kiss you believe is the perfect kiss. I am not sure whether I had such till I did end up having my perfect kiss. On a random Sunday, over a random conversation over creeps and coffee, and at a random moment when I reached to place my mug on the table, the kiss happened. And I knew it was perfect.  

It was that moment you open your eyes, and realise, this is it! With a pair of eyes looking at you the way they do in movies, and going “what the hell just happened?” before reaching out to continue what just happened.

Well, call me cheesy, but I am sure all have had a few movie moments in their lives, where out of nowhere when you end up waiting to catch your breath wondering what the hell just happened. Even if all may not have lived that moment, I am sure I am not amongst a super minority who lived this.

So movies have happy endings for such kisses. Reality of course has other plans, usually not the perfect ending, with people walking into the sunset holding hands.

Sometimes the perfect kiss ends in an awkward peck on the lips. That I know for sure. One awkward peck over a goodbye hug, good bye kiss on the cheek, and then a good bye peck on the lips, post a lot of awkward fumbling around the apartment, trying to find out what to say, fixing her watch because she needs to change the time having shifted across time zones, and an awkward silence in between as he had called it quits two days before her return. An awkward peck because she was seated in front of him which he probably did not expect after an over the phone goodbye with her miles away from him. Yes perfect kisses do end up in awkward pecks.

Then again, I wonder who the hell really cares? I mean easy way out, give the kiss its due credit and move on. A kiss is a kiss in its perfection. As for the later awkwardness, just call it man’s sheer stupidity.

 

 Note: I have not written in a while, was too busy typing out mails and things that were deemed a little more serious than penning my thoughts. Thank you to that one who made me realise that I still do have things to pen down, with you around with perfect kisses or without you around to block the awkwardness.

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