Moving on...

From the diary of a teenage guy:


"You leave school…you lose touch…you move on…you fall in love and see others fall out of it! In the empty moments you time travel and you are back to where it all began…bitter-sweet but no less compelling! :-)

In school, we fell in love to live. We were young, maybe even capricious and turbulent, and we hated being alone. You know…at that moment you need someone other than your parents and friends to share your thoughts…your dreams. Someone who will make you complete…a woman from a girl.

I would say it dared us to dream Technicolor in an otherwise gray life of soccer, sandesh, and semesters. It was the brightest spot of your teen years before ambiguous adulthood crept in. It was ‘like a warm shoulder in a cold world where you can find all the comfort’, but yet again, freedom sans responsibility is dangerous, growing up without others’ thoughts worse. We all look at it differently, but that’s how I rest my case.

I can not rule out what we call ‘love for convenience’, popular then and rampant now, to gain access to class notes, or, worse still, play acting to win a stupid bet. I won’t call it love, and include it in my scheme of things. Such flings do not last; they inevitably dwindle in months, if not days.

In any case, maintaining a relationship amid homework and exams was never easy. We never exactly had deep enough pockets to afford the pizza parlors and discos for dates and socializing. We could at best stretch ourselves to a movie and then somehow count pennies to add a burger every month.

So…what do you do? Simple! Whisper homework assignments and sweet nothings over the phone till dad gets hold of the bill, miss the bus and come back home drenched in the rain till blisters knock you out, or indulge in subterranean chats till summer makes you sweat like a pig.

I tell you…love is not always like it is in the movies. But then again…I will stick to it!"