Thursday, April 16, 2009

About A Girl

Once upon a time when I was in the 10th Standard I had this huge, gigantic, massive, titanic, colossal crush on this girl in our class. She was the prettiest thing God had ever created (although prettier things came along later). The first serious crush I'd ever had. Once I thought she actually smiled at me but she was smiling at our Brother (Roman Catholic Priest) who was walking behind me. That was the only time I wished I'd been a Roman Catholic Priest - this was at a time when there were no jokes made about priests who misused Jesus' preaching about letting the little children come to him. She was so pretty that she made at least two girls change their sexuality.. and boys who had changed their sexuality to reverse their decisions (but not their sex change operations..sadly).

Anyway I really wanted this girl (whose name I cannot reveal) to know I had this huge, gigantic, massive, titanic, colossal crush for/on her . In those days email, mobile phones, orkut, facebook (the usual tools to woo a girl) had not been invented yet so sending her a love song every day was out of the question. The only tools that were available at my disposal were -
1.Keep staring at her and grin widely hoping to catch her attention (maybe she'd ask me if I was ill or something)
2.Make friends with her best friends and tell them that the only reason that I'm friends with you is so that I can get to your pretty friend.
3. Write her a letter.

Options 1 and 2 were discarded pretty quickly since they could result in unwanted results. So a letter it was to be. Got out my thick Mizoram Board of School Education prescribed Grammar Text Book. Turned over to the chapter on "Letter Writing". Started writing. For about two hours. The contents of that letter I can't really remember but one embarrassing cringe worthy line I still remember went something like this - "Please ask your mother if she will allow you to fall in love with me 'cuz mothers know best". Yep Cringeworthiness of the highest degree.

After writing the letter I decided to pimp it up a bit. Sprinkled talcum powder in it. Yep I did. Quite generously too. Sprayed it with my mother's costliest perfume. Added a dash of rose petals from the rose that I'd stolen from our neighbour's garden. Red. Enclosed the letter in a nice pink envelope . (Again stolen from my Dad's drawer). Left it on my study table . Had breakfast. Went to school. Realised after reaching school that I had forgotten the sweet smelling letter at home. [Gah! Insert commonly used swear words here!!]

I visualized my father going into my room checking to see if I had left any dirty magazines lying around (no not for his reading pleasure)... and finding my letter. When school got over I slowly trudged home and lo and behold Father had found the letter. He gave me a tongue lashing I'll never forget - "You should be concentrating on your studies.. Oh so this is why you have been ironing your trousers to a knife edged crease.. oh so this is why you have been using my cologne.. Oh this is why you've started shaving.. Oh this is why you keep listening to Boyzone and Backstreet Boys" and so on and so forth. My mother was amused though - she thought the rose petals were a nice touch. Don't remember whatever happened to that perfumed letter. Probably filed away by my Dad for future reference.

So "Pretty Girl" never received my labour of love. Her Loss. Not Mine. I never tried to get to her again. School got over pretty fast. Have never seen her again since 1995. Wonder where she is now. Probably married with three kids or something like that. Or maybe she's single and is on Orkut/Facebook now. Lemme go search.. for old time's sake.

Note: People who know me.. Please don't ask me who the girl is. Not telling. Please respect the privacy of this poor girl. :)


23 comments:

Sapna said...

well, i wish i cud go back to the no email,mobile, facebook days and get perfumed handwritten letters instead. This reminded me so much of my first valentine's day card i made for this cute guy I fancied in school. I made it like two-months in advance, I think. Put feathers,glitter, sequins, perfume the works and then best of all...i hid it - to never find it again. I wonder where it disappeared. I had to make do with a store-bought card eventually. This is such a sweet story.

illusionaire said...

Nice excuse to start prowling on orkut/FB again... I can already see the friend's add message you'll me sending to all the Mizo chicas in orkut/FB: "Hi, you look like somebody I used to have a crush on in 10th std. Plz let me know if you are her. And do accept my invitation. Thanx."

*EVIL GRIN*

Oh this is why you keep listening to Boyzone and Backstreet BoysI KNEW IT !!!!!!! :D

Calliopia said...

LMWAO best blog post I've read in ages. Can't decide which part gets me most - the thick Mizoram Board of School Education prescribed Grammar Text Book with the chapter on letter writing or the content of the letter or the part about how she made at least two girls decide to change their sexuality or Dad filing away the letter for future reference. Wouldn't it be cute if one day he whips out the letter and reads it out as part of his father of the groom speech on your wedding day?

virgochhas said...

lolzz...

best on luck on your search...now u can use the "can i have franship with you" dialogue...

:D

zari said...

all dat just to justify listening to boyzone and backstreet boys?? tsk tsk amos!!

Blind Dayze said...

The above incident is totally 100% true.... somehow this memory [my father talking to my brother..mildy putting it] is still in my head...maybe because i was watching and learning -actions of the big brother in the house... :-)

Rachel said...

One day i do hope you will write a blog on our franship my dear fren. going through your blog makes me feel kinda nostalgic..i remember guys like u..the innocent schoolboy romeos :).Nowadays innocence is lost, love letters replaced by sms..fb..orkut..etc.Hey maybe you should ask for your letter it will make an interesting read..maybe he has it in his safe.

aduhi said...

one thing that struck me is - where did your dad get the pink envelope from? I thought pink envelopes were pretty much a female's domain.

illusionaire said...

@ Aduhi: Its Amos we're talking about here. So don't be surprised by anything pink.

Mos-a said...

@Sapna - the good ol' days eh. Things were much simpler...and more romantic!
@Illusionaire - another excuse instead for YOU to add all my female friends on Orkut and F/book
@Callio - you know how we feel about this. sigh. the replying thing i mean. If i make you laugh...i done my good for the day!
@Virgo - Rami Khawlhring is now available nih mai chu a.
@Zari - No matter what you may say abt me and boybands you know what you and I feel abt Boyzone songs dont we. Wink Wink
@Blind - Brothers in Arms
@Rachel - Me Write a blog about our Fransip? You'll have to donate me your couch-cum-bed before i write a blogpost abt you!
@Aduhi - Pink Envelopes to give out pink slips in!
@Illue - double replies dont deserve second replies to replies.

Peer Gynt said...

Youth..that "amazing compendium of all things glorious and uncomfortable"..[originally used to describe The Wonder Years]..and penned down here with an extra helping of mirth...loooved eet!

And remember, 's good she died in your head...leavin' room for prettier girls (girl actually) to sweep you off your feet!...hehehe

[psst, happy now? ... }D]

jesleen said...

best best blog i `ve read in a long long time..you have the gift to get one`s attention right from the start and the gift to make us stay hooked till the end with the humour and simplicity and i wish i knew how to describe it better...its got a very simple-straight from the heart-touch my heart-kinda style...i love it!!! write a book sweets

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Mos-a said...

@P.Gynt - ah yes the Wonder Years - how appropriate. Who said she'z dead in my head? hehe.

@Jesleen - its okay stop with the compliments. You're married ya know. I can resist your advances. Ill take your comment as a compliment though. Me? Write a book? That's even funnier thatn the rest of my blog combined!

Andy said...

hahahahahhaha awih awm loh lutuk....Lal Amos-a mi CK em em heti teh zak thin anih chu ka van ring lo em? Mahse ngaihtuah chian chuan hemi 'lost opportunity' vang hi niang...nula i bem huai tak em em. Dik em? hahahah

yamuna said...

This is the one of the best I've ever read. why din't you mention her name..? you could have mentioned her name with "name changed" in brackets...

Eveline said...

All signs of stalking on facebook stay between you and your nifty head... that's what i tell myself so that i can sleep at nite. :P

Nice post. On my way to read more! :)

baruk said...

rolling all over the internet laughing. the talcum powder was *rich, though dee thinks it was sweet. i need to go buy some talc.

Mimihrahsel said...

LMAO!!! Reminds me of the letter that me n my friend wrote in 7th standard. He was a cute 5th standard boy, and we both had a crush on him. So we decided to write a letter to him, and mom caught us with the letter. How embarrasing!! That too in 7th standard.lol. I feel you! i seriously do. haha

Alejendro said...

LOL Interesting. :-)

Hmai said...

ka hre reng mai ah!!! Delhi ah a om,a hnathoh ka hrilh che chuan mi in an hre ve palh ang. akekekeke. ka soi chak eee,ka lo chhiar har deuh ani.

Jerin said...

Hey, Sailo passed me the link, beautifully written, I enjoyed a good laugh and went back to school for a brief moment. Keep writing. Respect!

Mos-a said...

@ Jerin - thanks for stopping by! Hope you stay around and read when/if I update me blog again! prolly 2 years from now or something