Love is in the air

Not sure about the air but on the IP (lcoal chat client) and mails there is a lot of love. Everyone is nostalgically remembering their first love or the first departing and sending along the songs from Shiamak Dawar, Raja Hindustani, Bryan Adams to Bon Jovi (I have collected more than 15 songs of various genre and taste and I am loving this emotional chitrahar). Some hearts are brimming with regret and some others are chirping with love.

I had thought that will not sell out my pen / keyboard to these multinational conspirators who are capitalising on the softest nerve of human heart and will not write on this issue but I lost. All the corporate affairs are based on using one or the other of human fallacies and feelings. Be it jealousy of 'neighbour's envy, owner's pride' fame or fear of retirement blues for the pension plan adverts. It is only the interplay of emotions which drives our lives.

Talking of first loves, I remember the girl from my class 8th or 9th. Daughter of a military man, she was really beautiful and she (dunno why) had a special liking for me. Our group of friends used to come early to play cricket but for me cricket became a thing of the past and we used to sit in class and talk of some idle things. Now it all sounds too kiddish but there were such emotional upheavals with each and every day that I can still feel the chill. Then came the climax of my story, this girl was caught by our class teacher for fiddling with her report card to get her parent's signature. I was one of the studious guys and it just happened that I stopped talking to her (so mean of me !!). Next year she moved to another school, I heard about her once in a while but now there's no trace of her.

Some things are just priceless and are for sweet memories only !!!

P.S.: In retribution to the above I have reduced my studies and am making sure that my report card is never again a thing of pride for me.