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"Till the day I let you go, Until we say our next hello, Its not Goodbye...."

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“Practically it was a Thursday night but technically it was a Friday morning. You can say that for me the Friday started early or rather put it this way, that the Thursday lasted for long. The brown colored watch on the pale yellow wall showed 5 in the morning, the time appeared to me as horrible as the color combination I described above. 

Well, in our country by that time most of the sane beings get well equipped to proceed with their daily chores but I was still struggling with the past days backlog and was burning the mid night oil to get done with the Sales presentation I was supposed to present in the Fridays Global Team Call. After interacting 5 hours with the laptop and sacrificing similar proportion of sleep, I realized that what I have created is something you can call as a “State of the Art” piece. Though I am not that self- obsessed guy but at that time the self-obsession was at its peak and I was admiring myself as if I created something which is no less than the creation of Sir Leonardo Da Vinci and later the obsession came to a halt when various muscles of my eyes pulled me down and forced me to see the watch again. This time I liked the color combination but the time had me drooled.. God, It was 6 AM! I rushed to the washroom and got my-self ready for the call. It was supposed to start at 7 AM. Well, that’s actually a drawback of working with alien countries, as due to time zone differences there day starts before yours.

Don’t know why but today for the first time I wanted that call to happen, as I realized that I have put in a lot of effort and most important is the sleep which I have foregone for accomplishing that task. So I was all set to have an earphone to earphone (Conference Call through live meeting) with those South Asian beings and I picked my cell phone to dial the organization’s conferencing number. I was in the conference bridge and waited for other people to join and then after 5 minutes I got a call from my Demigod (Manager), he sounded sort of renewed and said “brother..the presentation is cancelled..the sales folks are not joining. So let’s schedule it for next Friday”.

Now, though I belong to a civilized society and I am supposed to be decent and composed, but after continuously gazing your laptop screen (even when it is not something worth gazing like some “damsel”) for 5 hours and going against the biological clock to suppress my beloved sleep, how am I supposed to act decent, I felt like gargling all the raw terms with additional exponential value. Then somehow I buckle up myself to be happy and act cheerful for the day we all (who have the privilege of 5 days working) desperately wait for (even more than the meeting with our beaus & belle’s).

So all armed for another Friday, I trudged for the Metro Station. I tried to appear as perfect as I can. To share one thing with you all, I always try taking the coach next to the girls coach for all “good reasons” ;). First- it helps you in reaffirming the fact that God is really a stud as far as his creation of female clan is concerned, such a pious/pure being he created and then the Second benefit is- If you are single and have looks which are endorsing you might get lucky in attracting some attention.

Though, it’s more than a year since I broke off with a girl (we are still friends and we are in touch, we commit that we don’t call or message but we end up doing the opposite) who was all true to me and I was all fabricated in the same proportion, it is only me who is reaffirming again and again that God is a stud but he is not kind enough to endorse me with another accidental attraction, like it happened few years back. So, I simply put my I-Pod on and started listening my recent favorite number and what came out of the earphones were something like this “Well someday love is going to lead you back to me, But till it does I'll have an empty heart, So I'll just have to believe, Somewhere out there you're thinking' of me” while the lyrics were lugging me in the past, I started cursing myself for losing such a relationship, that song acted like a drop of fuel in the empty tank which resulted in igniting something which I left behind during my sojourn to achieve something. Though I see her every day taking the same route, we exchange glances and greetings but never felt something like this in the recent past. Today also, once the metro crossed 2-3 stations and reached Rajouri Garden station, I saw her boarding the metro, she looked at me but that glance was different from the usual ones,   today it was all questions on her face, for the first time in several months she came to the coach I was sitting in, she sat next to me and asked about the things in my life. Though I was not, but I tried to portray myself as composed and content. She asked “We commit and We forget, We forget and We forgive” Why we do this?..tell me? I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. And with this question I was back in love again. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do or say something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

Then she asked again.."tell me.."  “I found myself sitting in the hot seat and felt if I said anything wrong I will loose a crore. I simply said- “Till the day I let you go, Until we say our next hello,  its not goodbye, Till I see you again, I'll be right here remembering when, And if time is on our side, There will be no tears to cry on down the road, There is one thing I can't deny,  its not goodbye, 

I saw her face turning red and with tear in her eyes she left the seat. I don’t know where it’s going to take us but all I can say it was a "Beautiful Friday"…A Pinch of red..A Tinge of Blue..I think, I am..still loving you….

Ink OFF..till I get here again..on a new Friday...."Friday Blogger"

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