I might be a self-centered, over-confident psycopath – but I’m happy

This time when I was in Delhi, I got to spend a lot of time with 2 of my very old friends. We have known each other for more then 15 years now. We spent hours talking about all the good and the bad things we have done together and how life has changed for all of us. And both of them agreed that among the three of us, I’m the one who’s changed completely – specially in last 5-6 years. And in their opinion, I haven’t changed for good. They thought I was a much better friend and a human being before.

The other day, while working till late, I met another friend online. She was one of my best buddies during my initial years in Mumbai – one of the best friends I’ve ever had. Now she is settled in US. During the course of our conversation, she told me that at times she feels she doesn’t know me anymore. She was also very sure that I’m no longer the Pratyush she knew.

Last Wednesday, I didn’t feel like going home early. So I called a lady who’s become a very good friend of mine lately. She took me to this very nice place for wine and dinner. After a few glasses of wine, she somehow started on how she’s seen me changing in last 2 year. She thought I was much more charming and fun to be with when we met initially. She thought I was more receptive to other people’s ideas, feelings and opinions when she met me around 2 years ago. She thought I’ve shut myself off from most of the people around me and have become extremely moody.

My cousin, who’s been staying with me for 10 years now, often says that I’m a ’self-centered and over-confident Psychopath’. He thinks lately I’ve become too self-centered, selfish and emotionless and have no feelings for others around me.

My best friend often tells me that I’ve changed a lot. I’m no more the patient, responsible guy who would think of everyone around him, make plans accordingly and make sure that everyone is happy. She thinks I’ve lost the art of listening and analyzing situations keeping myself out of the equation.

I do agree with her, and everyone else. After all, these are the people who have been close to me for years and know me well enough to pass their judgment on me. These are the people who have seen me changing over the years.

And yes, if I think about it, I have changed a lot over the years. I’m no longer the guy who used to be loved by everyone. Yes, I’m more self-centered and selfish now. And yes, I’m far less accommodating and short tempered then what I was even a year ago.

And to be honest, I don’t know how, when and why did I change. And it wasn’t intentional for sure. Maybe, one thing led to another and I decided to be this new Pratyush. Or maybe, I was tired of being this nice guy, I was tired of being a good friend and a good human being all the time. And a part of it may also be attributed to the situations in life – as Victor Frankl once said,‘When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.’

I no longer want to think about others before taking a decision about my life. I no longer want to do things to make others happy. And maybe I don’t want to share my happiness or pain with others around me.

Just to give you an example, I no longer worry about the safety and security of the ladies with me when I go out partying. Instead, I’m among the first ones to gulp few glasses of wine and get high within minutes. I know I’m being selfish every time I do it – but the fact is that I enjoy the parties much more then I ever did. And I might not be the gentleman I once used to be when most of the times my Ladies’ friends drop me home after parties – but I do know that I enjoy every bit of it. In fact, I’ve never been a party animal but now I start making plans for the weekend on Monday itself – definitely not the perfect and nice guy I used to be – but somebody who enjoys himself without thinking much about making this world a better place to live.

Maybe I was always like this or maybe I always wanted to be like this. As it is said,’ What you have become is the price you paid to get what you used to want.’

Yes I’ve changed a lot. And maybe even this phase will get over and I’ll again be the nice guy everyone wanted me to be. But till then, they will have to do with this ’self-centered, selfish and over-confident psychopath’

As George Bernard Shaw once said, ‘ The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.’

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Happy – without being high

 

“Okay we will go to Shack if you wish. But you have to come with us,” my friend said. Both of us always knew that we will end up going to Shack but were playing along. He wanted to go to some other place and I didn’t want to go out at all.

We had just met a friend who was so stressed out at work that we had to take her to a Doctor. And to make sure that she forgets about work, we decided to go out partying. I was in no mood to go out but I felt she needed a break.

My friend suggested Hard Rock or Aurus. I was bored of Hard Rock and had been to Aurus last weekend. And I’ve always believed that Shack is one place where you can forget about everything and just be yourself.

So, around 10 of us landed up in Shack to ‘celebrate’ our friend’s ’stressed out’ episode. And for some reason, I wanted to unwind too. Before long, we all were high and happy. I had also called Chopi, a very close friend of mine who had recently shifted back to Mumbai after staying in Delhi for a year.

Before midnight, both of us were high and having a good time when suddenly she whispered in my ears, “turn around without making it too obvious,” I slowly turned around, pretending to dance.

And right behind me, at one corner of the floor, there were two women dancing. The first one was a short, but pretty girl, wearing a black dress. And the other one was easily the most beautiful woman on the floor. She was dressed casually in blue denims and black top. And I soon realized that she already had a lot of interested guys dancing around her, trying to catch her attention. She was definitely well aware of the attention that she was getting but was trying very hard to ignore it.

And just then, for a second, our eyes met. And if the old Yiddish proverb, which says – “The eyes are the mirror of the soul”, is true, then I had no doubts in my mind that her soul was clear and beautiful.

Chopi, in the meantime, needed no second invitation – and she made no secret about the fact that her friend (thats me) was already smitten by those eyes. She started talking to me looking at her, smiling at her, and at times, discreetly (?) pointing out at her (making sure that she knows we were talking about her). She smiled back, nodding at times.

And just when Chopi was contemplating pushing me towards the lady, another round of Tequila shots arrived. And soon after that Chopi got a call and she had to leave. And honestly, as soon as she left, I also got out of my ‘I feel I’m still 16′ mood and tried ignoring the lady (not that she was giving me a lot of attention anyways).

But I did notice a couple of guys approaching her and their reaction suggested they had been turned down politely. And by this time, she was ignoring me completely – dancing away to glory with her friend.

An hour and few more shots later, I completely forgot about those eyes – having a good time with my friends.

And finally, when the party got over, and I was waiting for the Car to come, I saw her again, standing on the other side of the road – waiting for her Car. Our eyes met again, and she smiled first. 

And just when her Car arrived, I decided to walk upto her (with nothing in my mind). She saw me coming towards her, paused for a moment, and for some reason, decided not to get inside the car.

She was still standing next to her car when I walked upto her. She was still smiling. I looked her in her eyes again and said,”You were the most beautiful woman inside.”

She nodded, and said, “I know! Your eyes told me this the moment you saw me,”

Both of us smiled and I said,” Hi, I am Pratyush,”We shook hands and she said, “Hi Pratyush, I am ……,”

We stood there for few seconds – undecided! I opened her Car doors for her. She got inside the Car, rolled down the windows, paused for a moment, and said, “it was nice meeting you Pratyush,”

I said nothing – just smiled back. After slight hesitation, she rolled up her windows, looked at me for the last time, smiling and nodding all this while. I nodded in affirmative. And she pressed the accelerator and drove away.

I stood there for some time – fully aware of the fact that I didn’t ask for her phone number. Both of us knew that I had to ask for her number – but I didn’t. I don’t know why but I always knew I didn’t want her number.

I narrated the story to my ’stressed out’ friend the next day. I told her I believed I could approach the lady only because I was high and happy. Otherwise, I feel too old for these things. She smiled at me and said, “You don’t have to be high and happy to feel young and naughty. You are still very charming when you are happy. Just be happy without being high and you will feel good about such small, little, naughty things,”

And yes, she is right. I felt good about the evening. I felt good and had an amazing time not because I was high. I had a good time because I was happy. And these small little incidents make us happy – even without being high.

 

Superstar…again!

“Hey Babu, why have you come like this? Go home, change and come. We all want to see you practicing once more.” The Assistant Coach at the Sports Academy at my home town told me when I went to meet everyone during my holidays.

I was back in my home town after years. And one of the first things I did was to visit the Sports Academy where I (literally) lived 15-16 years of my life. And though most of the faces were new, I was glad to see few familiar faces. One of them was a very senior player who had become the Assistant Coach at the Academy. Most others, who knew me, came running towards me. I was as delighted to see them as they were to see me.

The young (and not so old) kids were visibly surprised and confused to see the excitement surrounding the arrival of this Man wearing a t-shirt with blue denims and sunglasses. Normally, nobody was allowed inside the ground without proper shoes but none of the seniors seem to notice that this Man was wearing black sandals (to be honest, I didn’t even remember that nobody was allowed inside without proper footwear).

After the initial excitement was over, I was introduced to the new Head Coach who was transferred from Kolkotta last year. We shook hands and he said – ‘I have heard so much about you. In fact many here believe that a lot of new and exciting players have come and gone – some even playing at the highest levels. But this place has had only one Superstar till now – Babu.’

And to be honest, I was embarrassed. I knew that everyone here loved me. But this statement, that too from somebody who’s come here many years after I left this place, came as a big and pleasant surprise.

Soon, somebody got me a white t-shirt, a lower and proper shoes. For years I had kept myself away from the first love of my life, but I just couldn’t let this opportunity go. After a light warm-up session, I padded up for the first time in years. By that time, everyone at the Academy knew who I was and I could see the interest and anxiety in the eyes of the younger players. So much so, that I started feeling the pressure myself. It was all too familiar feeling – the pressure to perform and justify everyone’s expectations. The pressure of being one of the first Superstars of a small town. And even while taking the guard, I was trying to figure out how I managed to stand up to the pressure as a young kid.

The first ball was from a young Fast Bowler who had just come back after a successful stint with the Junior State team. It was a good-length ball with a hint of out-swing. I stretched forward and played a defensive shot. I heard a few shouts of ‘well played’. I looked at my position – it was perfect – the leg position, the head position, my elbow – everything was just perfect. I smiled at myself and got back to my stance to face the next ball.

And for the next few minutes, I forgot everything else – my job, my work,money, family, friends, women, everything. All I could think about was the next ball. I missed few balls, mistimed few and also got out once. But when I finally walked out of the nets, I was very happy with myself.

And then I noticed everyone else standing around the nets. Almost everyone of them was looking at me with a smile. Some of them shook their heads in affirmative. Their expressions told me that I hadn’t disappointed them. I could see admiration and respect in their eyes as I walked passed them. And after a very long time, I got ‘that feeling’. After a very long time, I felt like a superstar.

 

Too many coincidences??

I was reading about Ameila Earheart this weekend. In 1937, Amelia decided to become the first woman to fly around the world. The attempt wasn’t successful, making her a mysterious legend, but her dream and example as a female pilot showed that women can succeed in a man’s world. She had a difficult past and always maintained that her past experiences and people she met made her what she is today. She once said –

‘You can’t leave the past behind because its always showing up in every song you hear, every block you walk; but yet you never want to get rid of it because at times, for some reason, it’s where you want to be – the happier moments makes you happy even today. And sad moments are worth everything because you learn from them.’

I thought this was very interesting – and maybe true. But I didn’t think much about it and moved on to read more about her accomplishments and struggles. In between, I got a call from an old friend from Delhi who was in town and was trying to meet me for a couple of days now. For some reason, I had been avoiding her – not that I didn’t want to meet her but maybe I was too lazy to make an effort. But when she called again, I decided to meet her for lunch the next day.

I had a meeting in Lower Parel which I scheduled post lunch so that I could meet my friend for lunch and then proceed for the meeting from there. We decided to meet at Bandra at around noon.

When I was on my way to meet her, I crossed the Head Office of one of the leading MNC Banks in India. Its right next to my office so I see it almost everyday. But that day, when I saw it, I thought of what I read last night – and automatically, thought of my ‘connections’ with the Bank. It might sound like a very strange coincidence, but quite a few number of people who have been an important part of my life in the recent past, have been connected with this Bank one way or the other – including few of the ladies I have dated.

And till the time I reached Bandra, I was thinking about all of them and the good / bad times we have had together – some really nice memories. I realized that I’ve lost touch with almost all of them.

And when I met this friend of mine for lunch, I realized the mistake I was making by not meeting her. We were meeting almost after a year but we took off as if we meet every day. Both of us have some very good memories together In Mumbai as well as Delhi. We had such a good time that we decided to meet again after my meeting in Parel. I promised her that I’ll call her after the meeting and we will go to town together. Infact she dropped me till Parel on her way to town.

And while walking towards the meeting place, I was trying to figure out the reasons why I don’t try and stay in touch with her. Everytime I’ve met her, we have had a good time. But for some weird reasons, I hardly make an effort to stay in touch with her.

With these thoughts in my mind, when I suddenly looked around, I figured out that I was standing at a place where my best friend’s office was on one side, my ex girlfriend’s office on the other, and my ex Boss’s office was right in front of me.

And my first reaction was – Shit!! I shouldn’t be here (the only person I wanted to meet was my best friend). And just when I started walking quickly to get away from the place, I thought of them and asked myself – Why? All of them have had a major impact in my life at some point or the other, and why am I trying to avoid them?

I was still deep in my thoughts when I realized that my phone was ringing. And to my surprise, it was my Ex boss’s call (another coincidence?). I told him I was around and he called me for coffee. We sat for almost 30 minutes and I must say it was a very productive meeting.

After meeting him, I went for my meeting which lasted for almost an hour and when I came out of the meeting, I was very tired and the first thing that I did was to call my Delhi friend and told her that I won’t be meeting her (I guess I was again being myself – avoiding people for no reason).

I went to see my best friend in her office and after spending some time with her, I decided to get back to my office. And just when i came out of the complex, I noticed the building on the other side of the road. And first time in almost a year, I realized that one of my best friends during my college days works there in that building. She was one of my closest friends for almost 6-7 years before we stopped talking almost a year ago. And to be honest, I don’t know why. I never bothered to ask why she stopped calling me suddenly and I never called her to find out.

I was standing there for some time, not sure what to do. I was contemplating calling her when I realized it was her birthday the next day. So I decided to call her the next day – and I knew I have to meet her soon. She is too good a friend to lose without any reason. And as an Irish proverb says – ‘ The best looking glass is the eye of a true friend. Never lose them’.

And on my way back, I was thinking about Amelia Earheart’s views on the past memories and wondering if it had something to do with all the coincidences during the day. It had indeed been a very strange day. In few hours, circumstances brought me face to face with lots of missing links in my life. Few of my closest friends, girlfriends, colleagues, and others who were an important part of my life once.

I thought of a couple of them and the manner in which we parted ways. Things could have been better. I remember reading a book long ago which ended with these words – ‘Now they ignore each other and look the other way. But they both know deep down inside that it wasn’t supposed to end this way.’ I always thought it was the saddest possible ending. Somewhere down the line I managed doing it to myself. I could have done better, or I can still make it better.

I’m sure I’ll meet these guys someday in life. And I know its going to be good. Because you just cannot erase the memories that you share with your loved ones before you said good-bye to them. And George Bernard Shaw once said -

‘Don’t be dismayed by good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends or were ever close to each other’s hearts.’

 

My first Armani Suit

 

There is nothing better then a mid-week holiday. So, when Thursday was declared a holiday, I decided to spend the whole day at home. I got up late and was still reading the newspaper when one of my friends called to ask if I wanted to join her for lunch at her place. Last Sunday, I had lunch at her place and I loved the home made food there.

 

So I dragged myself to her place for lunch which was simple but delicious. We watched some TV and were planning to go for a movie when she asked me if I wanted to go for a ‘wine & cheese’ event in town. And before I could come up with any excuse, she told that the event was for customers of ‘Armani’ and she got an invite for it. And to top it all, there were special offers on Armani products.

 

Needless to say, it was an offer I couldn’t resist. And all my thoughts of savings and not overspending went for a toss. And all of a sudden, I wanted to own an Armani Suit.

 

My friend wasn’t surprised to see my sudden enthusiasm. In fact, she told me that the moment she got the invite, she thought of me. I had once told her how I arrived at a major decision of my life when I was confused. The situation was straight out of Robert Frost’s poem – The Road not taken (which also happens to be my all time favorite along with Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If’)

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference 

Then (it was almost a decade ago), I told myself that if I start wearing ‘Armani’ and ‘Versace’, and drive a Mercedes, I’ll be able to justify my decision to myself. And from then onwards, I never needed an inspiration. I always knew what I wanted to achieve.

But somewhere down the line, I forgot about it. Instead of looking at what I wanted few years down the line, I started looking at the day to day struggle and other meaningless things.

Till around a year ago, my immediate goal was to buy a house. Then somewhere down the line, I lost track and started thinking about little joys in life like a small / mid size Car or an expensive watch.

But suddenly, when my friend told me that we shall go and buy an Armani Suit for myself, I closed my eyes and pictured myself in an Armani Suit. And suddenly I realised that I was day-dreaming after a very long time.

Though we didn’t find the perfect fit when we went there, and hence I didn’t buy anything; I’m not disappointed at all. Because I know that I will have my first Armani Suit very soon. Because that night, when I closed my eyes, I saw myself – slightly matured but more lively and passionate, coming back from work after a hectic but eventful day, wearing an Armani Suit and driving my Mercedes to reach my own house.

 

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God’s favorite Child

 

Late last night, I got a call from one of my very old friends. He stayed with me for almost 6 years in Pune. He’s gone back now and looks after his father’s construction business.

 

There was a common joke in Pune back then – If Babu (thats me) asks Rishi (the guy), he will jump from our 4^th floor flat. And Rishi made no secret of his liking for me. He would do anything for me. And even though I had many good friends around me, I always knew that I’ve a friend who would do anything for me. He just couldn’t see me sad.

 

I still don’t know why he likes me so much. I mean I did treat him like a brother but at times I was mean too. But his affection was unconditional.

 

Even now, after 3 years, he’s the one who calls me almost regularly. At times he calls me when he is drunk and tells me how much he miss me and how important I am to him. Thanks to my busy Mumbai life, I hardly call him but he never complains. My cousin who stayed with us in Pune, says that Rishi thinks you are Ram and he is your Laxman (characters of Ramayana). I don’t know about this whole Ram – Laxman story, but I know I have a friend who would do absolutely anything for me.

 

And thats where I think I’m God’s favorite child. It is said that apart from your immediate family, if you manage to get unconditional love, affection and admiration from even one man/woman, you must consider yourself lucky. And by God’s grace, i’ve been very lucky to say the least.

 

Around a month ago, I got a call from an unknown number from Bangalore at around midnight. The caller identified himself as some Sahil who was working with one of India’s leading Software Company. He told me that he once played under me at some junior level National Cricket tournament and will never forget the support and help he got from me.

 

And to be very honest, I couldn’t even recognize the guy. But he was not perturbed by this and said he’d been thinking about calling me for a very long time but was not sure how will I react. But today he was going through some old newspaper clippings and saw my name as the captain of the team when he was chosen for the first time. So he somehow managed to get my contact number in Mumbai and called to thank me for everything (I didn’t even know what i did for him). He went on to say that he, along with few other guys from his town, has always admired me as a sportsman and as an individual. He thanked me again and said he’ll always wish the best for me in my life. I was almost speechless when he kept the phone.

 

And this was not just a one-off incident. Something very similar to this happened a year ago, when I got a call from this guy who was a part of some summer camp with me in Calcutta years ago. Though that time, I had some memories of the guy. He also thanked me told me how he’s always regarded me as a very good human being and wish the best for me.

 

And these are just few examples. I know so many people who love me and would do anything for me. I’ve not been a very good human being myself but I feel blessed to have such great people and friends around me.

 

I have always met great people and made great friends. Whenever I feel let down by anything, I have someone around me to pep me up. I have friends who know me for 15-20 years and we haven’t met for 10 years. But they still call me from all parts of the world. And no matter wherever I go, I end up making great friends everywhere.

 

Forget my school and college days. People say you hardly make good friends at your workplace. I can proudly say that I made great friends at both the companies I’ve worked in till now. Even after leaving Tata, I know I can call and speak with anyone there – right from the receptionist to the VP.

 

And thats why when I look at people around me, lonely and sad, in pursuit of happiness, I feel I’m blessed. God has always made sure that I have great people around me. And that why I feel I am God’s favorite child.

 

The Maths exam

Our 1^st year exams were going on (graduation – Ness Wadia). It was our last paper i guess. I remember reaching college at around 8:30 in the morning (it started at 9 everyday). That day, we had Maths paper.

 

I don’t think I need to tell you that there are people who absolutely hate Maths (and most of them were in my group). The moment I entered, I saw Prashant and kishore running towards me. I could see that they were tensed (though something told me they were not dying as i expected them to). They had a paper in hand which they told me was the question paper for today’s Math exam (they claimed they got it a day before through some source).

 

Just to give you the background, there maths was limited only to calculate how much the tea costs at Maduban and how will they manage their cup of tea without paying themselves (they did that by refusing to acknowledge that fact that they’ve had Tea). I also remember how they once picked up the money left by another customer at the next table with the bill – and they took less then 10 seconds to calculate that they both get Rs 25 each from that Rs 50 note.

 

Anyways, coming back to the Maths paper. They told me that they got the question paper last evening the they have been trying to solve the paper since then. There were around 15 questions in the paper.

 

I told them not to believe in such things and concentrate on the exams but they wanted me to solve as many question as possible so that they can write them on their hands. I solved 4-5 questions for them. They wrote one each in their hands and tried learning the others as if they were some history lessons.

 

Well, when i got the actual question paper inside the examination hall, I was surprised to see the same questions. At the same time, I was happy for my friends as i knew they would otherwise will never be able to get through this subject.

 

When I met these guys after the paper, I could see the relief on their faces. They were infact having a discussion with Rasna and Niyati on one question (a rare sight – i promise something like has happened only once this century – prash and Kishore discussing maths with the girls). When they saw me, they hugged and thanked me. And honestly, I was happy for them.

 

Now you will ask me why am I telling you this story. The idea is not to start a debate on how the question paper was leaked. It is also not to discuss how to stop such practices.

 

I told you this story because I’m still surprised at what happened. And its nothing to do with the question paper leak or cheating in an examination. After so many years, I’m still amazed at my friends. I still can’t figure out how they manged this (and I’m again not talking about the question paper leakage). I’m talking about their marks. when the results were announced, I was sure both of them would do well in Maths (though their initial aim was to get the minimum 30 marks required to pass the paper). I knew they would do well after getting the whole paper 12 hours before the exam and then after solving the paper the whole night.

 

But my dear friends Prashant and Kishore never fail to surprise me. They did – when the results were announced. Even after getting the whole question paper a night before the exam, Prashant managed 31 marks and kishore did slightly better by getting 32 marks out of 100.

 

I can only imagine what would have happened if they had appeared without getting the question paper a night before. I have very strong feeling they would have managed to get atleast 1 mark. But with these two, you never know. something inside me tells me that they would have got “0”.

 

But I dont think it would have mattered. Because they knew that if everyone in the group pay Re1 extra, they would not have to pay for their tea at Madhuban. They knew “their” Maths.

 

Pratyush

 

Not just jazz by the bay

This weekend I went to “Not just jazz by the bay” at Marine drive. Its one of my favorite places and i go there every now and then. This time I went there with a friend of mine who stays in town and goes there every week.

 

I was in a good mood this weekend and when she called me and asked if I wanted to meet her there, I gladly accepted. We reached there slightly late and couldn’t find a place to sit. Hence, we had to sit at the Bar itself.

 

Now, I’m not a very sentimental guy (at least I think I’m not), but somehow, the whole setting reminded me of one of my first dates with this very adorable lady I was seeing for some time last year. It was only the second or the third time we were meeting and I remember she picked me up from Dadar and we were thinking where to go. We landed up at Jazz.

 

And to be very honest, I remember how excited I was (like a 16 year old boy who’s just got his first girlfriend – though 16 is too old for girlfriends these days). Just a day before I met her at Bandstand Barista and asked her out (trust me I didnt even know what was I saying – but I know I was honest – and I had never asked anyone out that ways). She didn’t say anything but kept smiling and looking at me.

 

I remember how happy I was when she told me she is not going back the next day and hence we can meet. And we landed up at Jazz. The setting was just perfect (the music was also not very loud). And trust me, I never wanted the evening to get over. I had never felt for anyone like that before – and it was only the third or the fourth time I was meeting her.

 

And then, she spotted some senior guy from her company there. And I knew she was uncomfortable. Neither of us wanted people in her office to talk about us (I knew a lot of people in her office). So, we walked out and she asked me to drop her back.

 

I have never cursed anyone so much as I cursed this guy from her office that day. I was very frustrated with the prematured end to the wonderful evening. I tried my best to hide my frustration but I’m sure I couldn’t. And trust me, I hardly get irritated or frustrated. And I surprised myself that day. But I guess I really wanted more time with her.

 

I still didn’t know what went wrong with us. Maybe it was too good to be true. It didn’t even last long. And to be honest, there is no point thinking about what happened. It juts didn’t work out.

 

At times I do miss her a lot. There have been so many instances when when I almost called her to ask her out for coffee once again. But I have my own ways of getting over things and as my best friend tells me – I have done well.

 

Even after this incident I was kind of sad for a couple of days. Then I decided to take a day off from work and spend one more day in Delhi (I was there for a conference). And I have such great memories in Delhi and few amazing people there, that I completely forgot about everything and had a blast.

 

And now I’m back in Mumbai and back to work. There are good chances that I’ll miss her again and would want to call her. But as I said, I have my own ways of getting over things. And I know I’ll be ok.