Choices we make
“ There is nothing permanent except change.” A Greek
philosopher made this quote centuries ago (People like me keep babbling stuff
like this all day long and no one pays heed, but he was a “philosopher” so
whatever he says becomes quotes). This is all I have to say about the present
political scenario of the country. I have nothing to say anything for or
against any political party and to be very honest, I have no interest in
following politics, but all I have observed is that the people of this country
want change. It happened in the Delhi elections as well as national elections.
Lately I have observed that the blog posts in this
blog have become like the diary entries of my sad, pathetic life. But I am an
aspiring writer (read a wannabe) fiction writer, so there needs to be some fiction in my writing. This
blog post is about a fictional love
story because apparently my genre is love. So let us begin
Start of story
DISCLAIMER
All characters in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to any person, living or dead is completely coincidental.
Also, smoking is injurious to health. It may cause
cancer and other lung related disorders.
I still
remember the first day I walked into the new school in 11th grade. I
hated every part of this change. The new city, the weather and most of all the
arrogant and pompous students filled with attitude just because their parents
had spoilt them by throwing money around to solve every petty problem. My
boarding school up in the hills was so much better in every sense. But my
parents’ views differed with mine, so I was stuck here for the next two years.
It was then that I spotted her. Although she seemed
to be filled with attitude and too full of herself, all the qualities which I
hated. But still, I was attracted to her, probably because she could carry it
off really well. I won’t go to the extent of saying that she was the most
beautiful girl I had seen in my life, but all in all her personality was quite
charming.
Later, I found out that she lived only a couple of
blocks down my place because we shared the same bus ride. I got talking to her
on the bus, only to find out that she was also new in the school and hated it
as much as I did, even she had studied in a boarding school earlier and could
relate to me. So we established some common ground. We use to share the bus
ride every day, get down at the same bus stop and I used to walk her back home.
In the next six months, one thing led to another and we started dating. It was
my first relationship.
Two years flew away within no time, we got done with
school and took admission in colleges of our respective streams. But we were
still in the same city, used to meet up almost daily, used to enjoy each
other’s company a lot, had a few quarrels, a couple of people who showed
interest in us, but the bottom line was that we both loved each other a lot
wanted to stay with each other.
After college, we both took up jobs. She had a
choice to move to take up a job in a different city but she didn’t. I insisted
her not to make the decision keeping me in mind, but still she didn’t take up
the job in the new city, although it was a better paid job, saying that this
was her hometown and she didn’t want to move out of it. So we use to see each
other quite frequently and things kept sailing smooth.
After a couple of years, I got through an Ivy league
college and moved to the US for an MBA. We used to Skype regularly and stayed
updated about each other’s lives.
It was February 2007, I was 27 and had a couple of
months left before I got done with my MBA. She called me one night and sounded
quite low. On inquiring, she told me that her parents want her to get married
and have asked her if she has someone in her life, otherwise they would search
for a suitable groom. I asked to give me some time to think over it.
Logically, I should have asked her to tell her
parents to give us a couple of months, got married to her and lived happily
ever after. But there was a voice in my head saying that, all my life I have
been with just one girl. I was relatively young and wanted to explore more in
life and I was quite ambitious and didn’t want to be caught in the cobwebs of
marital life. I called her up and told her that she deserved a happy ending, I
just wasn’t the guy meant to give that to her. She didn’t argue probably
because I hurt her and she didn’t want to persuade me to marry her if I didn’t
want to. Six months down the line she got married to some guy her parents chose
for her.
Today, I am 34. I am a trader in London, have an
extortionate apartment, a chauffeur driven limousine, have trotted across the
globe and have had countless flings but still I am not happy. Even sipping the
most expensive wine with the most gorgeous women is nothing compared to sharing
a burger in the school canteen with my first and only love.
It’s 2 AM in London right now, she just uploaded the
photos of her second baby. It is good to know that at least one of us is happy.
All the money in the world can’t buy one happiness. And one doesn’t necessarily
fall in love with the best looking woman he comes across in
his life. I now understand the concept of soul mates, but it’s too late for me
now, I already lost mine because of my own imprudent decisions.
I have everything but still I have nothing. I don’t
have any purpose in life, anyone to live this life for. . I am on the top of
the 150 storey building I live in and am sloshed and high. I am smoking the
last cigarette of the packet. The sky is all clear tonight and the full moon
and the twinkling stars look quite alluring. If I jump off right now, it will
take just a fraction of a second for my soul to be released and wander off
anywhere in the whole wide universe.
THE END
It isn’t titled ‘Choices we make’ because of the first choice he made. It is titled
so because of the second choice he made, the one about which no one found out.
Later
Sidhant
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