My Experiments With Love

Honesty in thoughts, simplicity in writing

Sorry I broke your heart.. But we can be friends..Part 3

Naman was waiting for her when she came to the cafe, she was looking even more beautiful than before, he could not help but stare at her as she approached him. They both greeted each other and walked towards the cafe. Cafe was almost empty but still both were hesitant to talk to each other. Naman tried to muster up courage to talk to her but the conversation would end up soon. He ordered for both and sat back to cherish the gift, God had sent him today.

Slowly the conversation started to build, about the college, about the subjects, Naman was more keen on listening to her. He noticed how enthusiastic she gets while talking, he wished he could store this moment forever. There was a twinkle in her eyes that made him glued to her face. Long back he had lost what she was talking about, still he wished that she could just keep on talking forever.

Akanksha slowly started to get comfortable with Naman and started to talk about various things. She did not know whether he was actually listening to the crap she was talking about, but she loved the way he was looking at her. He was making her feel special without even talking much. She wished that he could keep on looking at her like this forever.

They both knew that their meeting would end soon, and neither one wanted to leave. But both of them realized that the start has been made. They parted ways only to promise to meet again soon.

Akanksha had been tired from the journey but she was not able to sleep. She could not stop thinking about Naman. On one hand she wanted to enjoy this feeling, on the other hand she did not know what Naman felt for her. Was he going to going to consider her as one of his friends only or did he consider her as special? All these thoughts were disturbing her, she was feeling quite lonely and wished he was with her at this moment. Just as she was thinking this, her cell beeped.

It had been 4 hrs since Naman last saw her but he felt like eternity, he wished that he could be with her at this moment. He was staring at the dark black sky, he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. He could not stop thinking about her, her thoughts were making him mad. He knew he had to be with her, now. He picked up his cell and messaged her asking if she was awake? A minute later his cell beeped.

Akanksha saw that it was a message from Naman, asking her if she was awake. It was like their thoughts were on the same frequency, she did not hesitate and at once replied back in affirmative.

Naman was glad to know that she was awake, and he made up his mind on meeting her right now. He messaged back that he is not able to sleep, and if she would be interested in taking a walk. She again replied in affirmative and both decided to meet outside their hostel.

It was past 2am, when they met each other, even in moonlight she was looking as beautiful as before, if not more. She was quick to ask him, why he was not able to sleep. He thought and replied back “I was thinking”. ” Thinking about”, she asked back. “Thinking about you”, he said knowing that he had to tell her. She smiled, blushed and looked away from him.

Akanksha could not help smiling and blushing when he said that he was thinking about her, she looked away from him to hide her happiness. And before she could react any further something brushed her hand.

Naman was relieved to see her smiling, it took him lot of courage to say that he was thinking about her.  He thought it was time to show some more courage, he brought his hand near hers and grasped her fingers around his, to hold her hand.

To be continued…

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September 16, 2011 Posted by | Fictional stories, Real life stories, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Sorry I broke your heart.. But we can be friends..Part 2

Akanksha wanted to say many things but ended up just thanking him. He left her soon, only to increase the desire of meeting him  soon. What she didn’t knew that her desire would be fulfilled soon.

Naman, lying on the bed, was engrossed in her thoughts, the picture of her innocent face brushing aside the strand of hair from her forehead was the only thing in his mind. Just then his phone rang, and he saw an SMS from an unknown number, it said “Hey, can u accompany me to the cafe, I don’t know much about the food there as yet. Akanksha”. Naman checked the message again and again to make sure he was not dreaming. He quickly replied ” No problem, see you in 10 mins”. He could not believe that actually his hands were trembling while typing that message. What he did not know that the situation was similar the other side as well.

Akanksha had settled in her room, but still she could not forget what had just happened. A smile came to her face whenever she thought of Naman. He had taken the first step by giving his number, now she thought it was her turn. She took out her cell and typed a message, but cancelled it before she could send it. 4-5 times she started typing but deleted the message, she was confused weather it would be right to ask somebody like this? What will he think of her? She thought of asking him to accompany her to cafe, that would be safe and they would be able to spend more time together. She typed the message and again deleted it, she was still having second thoughts. Finally she gathered all courage, closed her eyes and pressed the send button. She started to regret it as soon as she had sent it. She wished she could undo that sent message. But soon there was a beep on her phone, she saw it was from Naman, she opened one eye and saw from the corner of the eye that he had agreed. She smiled and started to get ready, after all she did not want to be late to meet him.

She could see him at a distance waiting for her near the cafe, she controlled her excitement and moved ahead with her face down. She could make out that he was smiling as well to see her. That relieved her tension a bit, and both greeted each other and went to cafe. She wanted to talk to him, listen to him, look into his eyes but she could not come up with any thing to talk about and she sat there with her face down and constantly fiddling with her dupatta.

Naman was waiting for her when she came to the cafe, she was looking even more beautiful than before, he could not help but stare at her as she approached him. They both greeted each other and walked towards the cafe. Cafe was almost empty but still both were hesitant to talk to each other. Naman tried to muster up courage to talk to her but the conversation would end up soon. He ordered for both and sat back to cherish the gift, God had sent him today.

To be continued…

September 6, 2011 Posted by | Fictional stories, Real life stories | , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Sorry I broke your heart.. But we can be friends..Part 1

After a very long time I am back to my blog page, of course there have been many times when I thought I should write something, but the desire was missing. The reason was that life had been running quite smoothly, but as they say nothing is permanent, so even the urge to write has been back. So here goes another story, fiction or real, its for you to decide.

The sun had been out for some time, the birds were chirping, there was something in early morning that is very soothing, Naman wished his life could be as soothing as this morning. He sipped his coffee, reflecting what had happened over the last few days. His life had taken the shape of a sine curve over the last few days and presently had hit rock bottom. What did he do wrong? why it happened to him? He seemed so tied up with these questions.

Akanksha had just joined the college for higher studies. She was apprehensive at first, as she had never been out of her city, out of the comforts of her home, but the prospects of being independent excited her as well. Filled with excitement, nervousness, she entered the gates of her new college, the place which was to be her home for the next two years. As she entered, she was confused where exactly to go, she saw one guy passing by and called out to him for help.

It had been one year since Naman had been studying in this college, he was known to be a shy guy. He had a select bunch of friends, with whom he hanged out. He usually spent most of his time in library. That day as well, he was returning from library, when a girl called out to him. He turned around to see a beautiful girl, clad in light green salwar kameez, standing there with a helpless look on her face. From the luggage she was carrying he made out that she was a new admission. He understood her confusion and led her to the registration desk. After helping her he introduced himself, and gave her his contact number in case she had any further problems. She thanked him for this, he was already a fan of her dimpled smile, he wished this moment could stop and he could forever see her smiling, brushing aside the strand of hair coming on her forehead. But he took her leave and went to his room with a smile on his face and a wish in his heart.

Akanksha’s heart skipped a beat when that guy turned around, she didn’t except to see such a sight first up in college. He was a guy straight out from a romantic Bollywood movie. She gathered the courage to ask him for the way ahead, and he was helpful enough to accompany her till registration desk, She already took a liking for that guy, he introduced himself as Naman, and gave his number. She wanted to say many things but ended up just thanking him. He left her soon, only to increase the desire of meeting him  soon. What she didn’t knew that her desire would be fulfilled soon.

To be continued……

August 30, 2011 Posted by | Fictional stories, Real life stories | , , , | 1 Comment

Friendship or Ethics – Part 1

It would be unfair if I start comparing friendship with ethics. The situation that I am going to talk about is the ethical dilemma I faced in one of my friendships.  One might like someone because he is good, or because he is useful, or because he is pleasant. And so there are three bases for friendships, depending on which of these qualities binds friends together. When two individuals recognize that the other person is someone of good character, and they spend time with each other, engaged in activities that exercise their virtues, then they form one kind of friendship. If they are equally virtuous, their friendship is perfect. I have been privileged to have been part of one such perfect friendship.

Ethical dilemmas are quite confusing in friendships for me. Will you stop your friend from doing something which is wrong but will make him happy? When you are in an ethical dilemma in a friendship, you normally have to make a decision about how to act. You are forced to either break a friendship promise or rule and sacrifice your friendship or violate another obligation. The best way to resolve an ethical dilemma is to choose the action that will have the best consequences overall. I am not sure whether I chose the best way or it had the best consequences, I would leave it to my readers to decide.

It had been 13 years of one awesome friendship before one decision made dents in the otherwise strong foundation. He was like a sibling which god had forgot to give me. It all started in 4th standard when I was just 9 years old, and the friendship just kept on getting strong with every passing year till recently. It is said that girls have the power to destroy the best of friendships; well I hate to agree with that.

To be continued…

April 29, 2011 Posted by | Real life stories | Leave a comment

Opportunist – Last Part

So exams went well for both of us, and the second phase of our preparation started for Group Discussion and Interview, I am not at all good at this (pathetic would be appropriate), but I tried to improve it, she realised I was no good at this, and as a result distance between us started increasing, I realised that when she started ignoring my calls and my requests for mock discussions. I heard she was practicing with other guy who was quite confident in Discussions and Interview stuff. I took it all in my stride and tried hard to focus what was ahead, but alas whenever I tried, her smiling face, her swaying long hair, her tantalizing eyes came to my thoughts and I kept on wondering what could have possibly gone wrong.

As the results start pouring in, I was quite elated to get calls from top colleges and I heard from a common friend that she had got calls from mediocre colleges only. I was disturbed by this fact, not knowing exactly why, because I taught her or was it because I still had feelings for her.

Eventually I got admission in a good college and I was surprised to receive a congratulatory SMS from her, I thanked her and asked about her future plans. She was contemplating trying again for the exams next year. We had a long conversation in which she apologized for ignoring me, I didn’t say much, of course I was hurt but even venting out the anger would not make any difference. What followed were few days of talking, most of which was done by her about how much she missed me, and she was afraid to call me because she thought I would be busy in my preparation.

Almost a week after the first call, she told me that she wanted to clear up some concepts before I leave for my higher education, I had time at hand, so went ahead in giving time to her and started teaching her again. She used to snuggle up on my arm, hold my hands while walking just like the old days. I was happy that I had someone to care around. Till the last day I taught her, so as to finish her syllabus before I go.

I took off for my new journey, promising her that I will call her regularly and keep in touch. With pretty exciting early days, I decided to call her up and let her know what all I have been experiencing her, after a minute of conversation she hung up, saying she was busy and will call me back. Such excuses became regular and I started to realize that some things never change. I didn’t call her up again, although I got messages for her and calls when the exams were approaching, but I wasn’t ready for another circle.

I have got one advice for such women, as much as you want your man to respect you, respect your man as well and never take anyone for granted cause you might wake up one day and realize that you’ve lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones.

My experiments with life, with love continue..

Happy reading

April 24, 2011 Posted by | Real life stories | 3 Comments

Opportunist – Part 1

My experiments with love, with life, continue. I am going to write my story first and then decide what title will be appropriate because frankly speaking even I don’t have an idea how it will shape up. Ok so let’s start.

This happened to me when I was in pre final year in engineering. I had started about preparing for the entrance exams for Management studies, almost 15 months before the exams were to be held because I wanted to ensure I ended up in a good B School. I considered myself good at the subjects which were taught there and there were no surprises when I was among the toppers in the test held at the coaching centre. It was a common practice for me to give tests for practice in other coaching centres as well. it was during of such tests that I met this girl, clad in yellow salwar kameez, a bit on the plump side but extremely beautiful, I couldn’t help but ask my friends in that coaching centre about her. As luck would have it, she was also in her pre final year, taking coaching classes for management exams as well. As if god was listening to my heart, there were few free workshop classes in her coaching centre, and I, super excited with the whole thought did not think twice before joining, even if it meant missing classes at my coaching centre.

After a few classes of workshop (or rather looking at her) finally gathered all the courage that was there in my body to approach her, a few stutters later eventually found some words to say. It became clear to me from her way of speaking that she was least interested in talking to me and wanted to get done with this conversation as fast as possible. So I returned back with a sulky face, still hoping in heart of hearts to have another chance. I think gods were at their listening best those days, because I got a phone call from her a week later after the conversation, she had found out that I had got a top 10 position in the last test and she wanted some tips from me. I am sure I must have crossed even cloud nine. So what if it involved wasting my time solving her problems, so what if it involved that I read the same thing twice, so what If the exams are coming near, to my defence I was getting revision of my concepts.

My interaction with her personally and professionally increased as the time left for exams kept getting less, I kept giving her confidence that she would do well,  she would take my arm and rest her head on my shoulder and would repeatedly whisper “Wish I could be as intelligent as you”, I would just squeeze her hands assuring her that I am there for her.

So exams went well for both of us, and the second phase of our preparation started for Group Discussion and Interview, I am not at all good at this (pathetic would be appropriate), but I tried to improve it, she realised I was no good at this, and as a result distance between us started increasing, I realised that when she started ignoring my calls and my requests for mock discussions. I heard she was practicing with other guy who was quite confident in Discussions and Interview stuff. I took it all in my stride and tried hard to focus what was ahead, but alas whenever I tried, her smiling face, her swaying long hair, her tantalizing eyes came to my thoughts and I kept on wondering what could have possibly gone wrong.

To be continued…..

April 8, 2011 Posted by | Real life stories | 3 Comments

Non-Solicitation Agreement

You must be wondering if I am going to explain this complex term stated above. Well there are enough articles in this regard on internet to bore you and I am no HR expert to explain much about it. I am going to tell you an experience of mine, which has relevance to this term. So 3rd term in XIMB, and I am studying Employment Relations Course and we come across a term called Non-Solicitation Agreement, which in simple words restricts an individual to solicit (snatch is a better word) employees or customers from others. When this clause was explained in class, I was wondering that why is this clause only restricted to business, why can’t it be valid for our personal life as well. There was a reason behind this thought, and it was an incident which happened to me when I was in under graduate college.

August 2007, I had just completed my 1st year of engineering,  18 years of age, never had a girlfriend (not even close), naturally quite excited to be a senior. I am a very shy person and I don’t find it easy to talk to new people, so even after a month I had hardly interacted with some juniors (obviously no girls). For a shy person like me social networking sites were like saviors, and one day on one of these sites I came across a junior, sent a friend request, chatted a bit, and then finally decided to meet in college. So on 27th August 2007 (ironically a day before Rakhi) I met her, talked to her, traveled with her, and the relationship blossomed from there (more on this story later). By October 2007, we were each others best companions, sharing every small detail, stay glued on phone for hours, taking walks in college, being teased by friends. Life suddenly seemed beautiful.

November 2007, I am informed by a friend that he saw my friend with another boy, who is a batch mate of mine (of course not my friend). Of course I didn’t believe him, but my worst fears came true when I saw them sitting in a park holding hands. I won’t elaborate my reaction, more than angry I was sad. If she was not happy with me she could have told me, this was the worst way to tell me that she was seeing someone else. I called her for explanation, but she refused to explain.

I had so many questions in my mind. Was it fair to me? Can someone snatch her and get away with it? Was she at fault? Was the boy at fault? When I didn’t do any wrong, why wrong happened to me!!

In business, about this agreement they say, Good employees are difficult to find, and a company may have spent many years training a valuable employee. The employer wants to prevent another employee from leaving the company and soliciting that valuable employee to leave and join the new company. I say why can’t you implement this in personal life. Good relationships hardly get built, I spent time, love, care, affection in that relationship, so can I prevent her to quit this relationship and join a new one.

When our Employment Relations Prof. narrated some cases regarding this agreement, I seriously wished I could narrate my case to him and ask, What should I have done at that time when this solicitation was happening? Do I get any justice from the Court of Almighty? Do you have any answer to this? or will this go on happening. 4 years later I am still to find an answer.

Happy Reading…

P.S- The girl is my friend now, and she might read this post… Waiting for comment from her side..

March 21, 2011 Posted by | Real life stories | , , | 6 Comments

Flop Show….not again!!

This is going to my 2nd post of my third attempt at blogging. The first two didn’t last long, still wondering why. My first attempt at blogging was a mix of two things, first that I wanted to know what blogging was all about and the second was to help others. Actually at that time I was busy preparing for  MBA entrance exams (not exactly busy), I thought my blog would help my fellow friends who were also preparing, sadly the blog met an early death, lasted just a post or two, but it taught me a few things, Don’t help others at something that you yourself are not perfect at, and the other thing that blogging is not an easy task.

My next attempt at blogging was almost a year after the disastrous start, I had just entered XIMB, in fact exactly 10 days after entering XIMB, I decided it was time to dive in the blogging stream again. There were reasons behind this blog as well, almost everyone at XIMB had a blog, and I found myself with swollen lips when people talked about blogs. Obviously I could not talk about my failed attempt, so again a push came, and we were relatively free at that time (as if that made a difference), so decided that it’s time to start blogging and put up the URL of the new blog as my status update in my stu mail id. Now the big thing was to decide a title for blog. To be frank I am bit obsessed with dreams, obsessed as in I take my dreams quite seriously, I believe there is a reason why I’m having certain kinds of dreams (sounds foolish, I know), so eventually decided to go ahead with it. I realized that it’s better not to push too much of posts at the starting, coz eventually I would run out of topics. A post or two later I realized I had nothing much to write about dreams ( sad, isn’t it?). So a video song (supposedly inspiration for that blog) and two posts later, I had forgotten (and so had my browser) DREAMS.

There is a story behind this blog as well. reading has been my habit right from my school days, but at XIMB, all you get to read are the reading materials, course books, in summary all those things I was least interested in. I found out that i wasted most of my time on Internet, so started reading some random blogs, and was pretty impressed how people spoke their minds… result of that? another blog..

So I have plunged again into the waters, hope to swim well, even if it has to be against the flow and hope to say afloat for as long as I can and I’ll continue my journey of discovering blogging as I write…

Happy reading

 

March 17, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Welcome to my world!

Hello..

A little introduction about myself. I am Harshdeep Singh, the one thing that I like about my name is that it’s neither too common nor quite difficult to pronounce, which is quite unique. Also I like the fact that my first name ( Harsh) has contradictory meaning in English and Hindi. Wonder what it means in other languages. Okay moving ahead, I have been been born and brought up in Chandigarh and I am quite proud to say so, In fact I mention these very lines in every interview where they ask me to describe myself, I know this is no achievement as there are lakhs of people like me being born and brought up in Chandigarh but still there’s a feeling which can’t be described, I know most of the people have this kind of feeling towards their home city, I guess it’s natural. It had been 21 years and 8months of togetherness before my destiny landed me in Bhubaneswar. I feel proud that people outside Chandigarh recognizes it’s beauty, I smile from ear to ear when somebody says “Oh! You are from Chandigarh, that’s a beautiful place”. (I know it doesn’t mean that I’m beautiful). My affection with Chandigarh also is evident during dance parties, whenever there’s a song mentioning Chandigarh, the hands start moving violently, the chest floats out and legs gain an unexpected increase in energy.

I can go on and on talking my first love, Chandigarh,but I think it’s time to move beyond Chandigarh. About my family, my dad’s a retired (he looks quite young to be called retired) mechanical engg and my mum is a retired architect. I feel I am more like my mom, although they both deny that I am not like them :), still I feel I have more characteristics of my mom, but I eventually landed up in Dad’s profession. I also have two angels in my family, my two elder sisters, apart from being teachers at school, they have been great teachers to me as well. My eldest sister is like an epitome of perfection for me, I take inspiration from what she does and has done in her life. Even her silence speaks volumes about her perfection. The reason of my closeness with her is also because of the fact that she has virtually raised me up. My other sister has now shifted to Canada. They say distances affect relationships, it definitely has, but in a positive way, I am glad that I can talk to her about anything and everything and I know she’ll be there to guide me.

So that was about my family, now cutting long story short I did my engineering  b’coz everyone around was doing that, thought of doing journalism and what not, but there was a lure of making money and the result is that I am at XIMB. I hope to use this blog to express everything that I feel about and want to express about. There might be questions as to why this title of blog, more on that later. Till then,

Happy Reading.

March 16, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | 3 Comments