DISCLAIMER: Firstly this is not any guru mantra add or guru instrument that will give you energy or change the world around you or similar crap. This is just an episode that occurred with this dude and he told me to write it down in first person. Secondly, I am not forcing you to, there are a million things to read, zillion videos to watch and a trillion items to browse than wasting your precious time on this note lastly it’s a long note but, give this a read for an illustration of the Law of Attraction. Also fourthly like all other stories this one is pure fiction any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely intentional. ;)
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‘Hi, I am in my second year, we’ll be having a Model UN orientation in hall no. 5, at 12.30pm; please be there to learn the A-B-Cs of a Model UN to participate in the Hariyali ILS MUN 3.0’ I announced, and came out of the lecture hall. The Political Science Ma’am gave me a look- ‘Such a waste you are, wasted my 15-16 “Are you getting it?” moments’. She still enquires to the entire class if they were getting it and maannnnnnn! The ass they were getting it!
I had to go into one more section of the first-year halls to make an announcement and run for my own lecture. I was accompanied by a senior who was there, just for support, let's call him Rathi. So after obtaining permission from the History Ma’am I began and ...
And I saw her,
she was sitting right below my nose; her eyes completely engrossed in my huge frame, her nose tweaked as ever, her hair unusually tied, and a smile that always skipped my heartbeat.
I attempted to start my announcement, with a ‘HI… ii iii….iiiiiEeeeee.. hmmm….. aaaa. a…… !!! Aaaaa‘, Rathi, gave me a push and gave the announcement out himself...
After we came out of the lecture hall he went on ‘Abbe oh, kya hua? Saale you gave an announcement 4 times before you did here.
I hadn't still recovered from who I saw below my nose and said - ‘Dude it was her!’, I replied gathering my breath after the mini heart attack I had just come out from.
‘Who her? Tere maa?’ he said and started laughing.
‘Abbe nahi she wasn’t meRE MAa …’ I replied horribly confused and launched back to my memory of a wish, with access to recent files and the play button hit automatically.
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Summer Vacations --- Home
Meri umar ke naujawano (All call to all the guys of my age)
Dil na Lagana, ey diwano (Don’t lose your heart in love, its advice)
Maine pyaar karke, chain khoya neend khoi (I’m telling you I fell in love and lost my senses and my sleep)
Kishore Kumar – Karz (1978) / Om Shanti Om (2008)
It must have been the Vella time or the disappointment that I wasn’t interning and the rest of the world was, but I was happily watching movies. In fact, investing my time in watching great movies, my hard disc was full of the best movies of the decade- Hollywood and Bollywood, with a bit of European Cinema. The question now was where to start with.
A BIG question, strikes every one of us for example:-
International Economic Law lu (but it’s a tough year!)? Criminology (boring hai yaar, sabh lete hai!)? Trust (Rathi bola, litigation wale lete hai!) Women and law (Consider kara ja sakta hai, lots of girls and amidst them I’m the only one? Nope!) KYA LU? Ye phir pee lu,…
Blackberry lu? Ya iPhone lu? Bb toh sahi hai yaar sabh ke pass hai… BUT iPhone, iPhone hai yaar. Ya fir I’ll take some Android phone ... (Yuck! touch screen)
For my diet should I use the no-rice plan? Only fruits plan? Only vegetable plan?
Such is our life, full of options, luckily some people earn money with options.
Aaassoo… (A Marathi way of saying ‘Anyways… let’s move on…’ )
So I was choosing which movie to watch and while browsing I saw ‘The Secret- Movie’, I told myself ‘let’s delete this movie, 3GB of waste? But wait, let’s give it a look. And some hours just went by and I was glued to the screen. In conclusion, it was like ‘to achieve something you should wish and wish hard, hard enough to send a wave of energy that will make things happen. That wave be positive or negative.
Something like the SRK line-“Itni Shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai, ke har zarre ne mujhe tumse Milane ki saazish ki hai.
Kehte hain ki… agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho to puri kayanat usey tumse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai.”’;
That day I had a eureka moment. Below the shower, as I washed, I wished ‘Bring her back into my life! But not as much that will cause irrecoverable destruction.
Nothing magical happened hot water just kept falling on me. Nothing! Not a bit happened. Damn this Secret thing is bullshit! Chuck it…
‘Garama garam paani se nahana chahiye, ganna aaye ya nah aaye gana chahiye’.
‘But will this work? Ever?’
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‘Dude, hey, dude…’ SLAP!- ‘Where are you?’, Rathi, who already looked like he was in his 40s thanks to his beard and spoke like 50s thanks to his knowledge… and behaved like he was a 60s hero, thankfully pressed pause on my flashback.
‘Nothing dude, just thinking of something’ I replied revealing that my nothing was actually a lot of fucked up shit.
In the coming days, all I did was research first on Phadnis, our national moot selection rounds and then on Stetson our international moot court selection rounds and another thought revolved around my mind.
And me to myself: It’s not you I know, it's the game my mind is playing with me.
With the graphic card of my brain, it’s generating a different you
But why do I skip my heartbeat when I see a glimpse of not-you-her.
But why do words solidify and push down my throat?
So after the missed success in the moot courts, I did my own research, she was definitely someone else. Someone who looked like her, but somehow it felt like the law of attraction had worked. It said if you wish for something wholeheartedly it does happen. But what if the wish is half-hearted? Half the thing happens. SIMPLE MATHS.
Yes half the thing had happened, to my rescue
She did not find utmost interest in Bollywood, check one
Needless to say, she wasn’t filmy at all, whoosh! What a turnout.
This made a big difference between them both.
But one thing was left- THE LITMUS TEST!
Yes the litmus test, I told myself is a compulsion
Aim: to solve the mystery of the identity crisis
Apparatus: Me and my heartbeats (normal pulse), friendship (acquaintance would also work), area of the experiment (quiet, not solitary, in college), some air and salt to add taste (just kidding)
Method:
STEP1. Facebook her!
STEP2. FB chat
STEP3. FB wall to wall
(God this was the method that I had not failed earlier with, just the FB was replaced with Orkut and the wall with Scrapbook)
STEP4. Confidence and screenplay of the first meeting
STEP5. Touch her index finger. (do not think dirty!)
Observation: STEP 1 Was easy, and so was STEP 3 but the problem was how do we meet? Why? I had already developed the usual ‘heya’ kind of relationship! The one that you have when you are in the train doorway and look at a fellow dude on the train on the opposite track a nod. Even though non they know even if they are going to meet, greet and sleep again (Oops, going overboard!)
So all this while took me enough time to waste almost 2-3 weeks until one day- Our subject (yeh! Now we are in experiment mode) walked to me and said ‘Hey, I’m ***** ****, you know me I’m your junior’, I must have been in a good mood or something but instead of getting nervous I just replied (relax dude, it’s just a girl who kinda looks like her, I told myself)’ hey, yeh! Hi’, I continued with the small talk which meant quite a big talk for me. When I realized the talk was going nowhere except awkward silence I just resigned saying ‘hey, I really need to have a video con call, with someone (I didn’t lie!)’ realizing later that holy crap I was late.
However what I said next made the difference, ‘you know what, you really resemble my ex!’ (Crap I said it! Now what?)
‘Oh actually I know, some of my friends from your batch told me’ she replied coolly as if it was like a daily thing for her.
Ah, really, I don’t want to be wrong but your presence reminded me of her, like ‘BIG’ TIME’ (During that time I used the word BIG as if I had taken the headache to advertise BIG cinemas, radio or other subsidies Reliance had started or taken over) I continued ‘I almost thought that it was you until I checked the list of admissions, your Facebook profile and statements from your and my batchmates and checking out your habits’.
It was true (I had noticed her style of dressing which resembled, it was the argument that fashion sense must have existed and clashed- Pretty normal; secondly, her style of carrying a small bag and not a huge purse, thirdly her eyes were black and not brown, I hadn’t confirmed them until this moment)
To that she replied (must be with anger),’ so you were spying on me?’; for some reason, it reminded me of the movie ‘Spy who loved me’.
I gave a prompt answer, ‘if I had not done that I would have been restless, like a monkey who cannot find anyone to scratch his back and is jumping from one tree to another! ‘(Really bad answer, I told myself- but I was surrounded by trees it was all I could think of and the hypnotizing eyes that were hindering the rest of my thinking process).
‘Chalo! See you around, I guess! ‘after my bad humour that was all I could terminate this awkward conversation with.
‘Why “I guess?” she asked, reminding me completely of my ex (Girls ask so many questions, probably that’s a common thing in all girls – I again tried to win the argument that she wasn’t her).
‘Just re, see you! take care with that I raised my hand for a shake (HANDSHAKE!).
She did the same, and YES! Experiment successful! Nor did my heart skip a heartbeat nor did my mind lose control?
Conclusion: It is now safe to presume that frogs have the same digestive system as ours and that she is not even close to my ex. Probably a better person. Nevertheless, I made another friend today, something I never regret doing.
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