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When I first saw her,
She was wearing something blue.
I thought: “I will take her out,
And all my dreams will come true.”
Back then,
My dreams weren’t that good.
Lunch was at Velu Military Hotel,
Little costly, but my wallet withstood.
Tipping a magnanimous Rs 5,
On my Yamaha, off we went.
I dropped her at her hostel,
Two hours well spent.
“Which way do you go to office?”
She asked as I kicked my bike to a start.
“Via your hostel, everyday”
Was my reply, very smart.
“Here is my number,” she said.
And I gave her mine.
I corrected myself on the bike,
And off I rode; on the seat a stiff spine.
Ah! Will flirt with Rekha for six months,
And then dump her.
One more month to find another girl,
And into her ears, my love I will purr!
The next day, she called me at eight.
Five months and twenty nine days to go.
Many such days went by,
Finally, it was only one more day to stow.
Rekha beat me to it. She asked:
“Rajan, shouldn’t we get married?”
“What? No way!” I replied.
“In this relationship, love isn’t what I carried.”
I was somebody who believed in quickies,
With Rekha cut off, I was happy.
I could now look for another girl.
But for no reason, I started feeling scrappy!
Rekha refused to see me.
Far apart we grew.
I refused to see her.
Kept searching for a girl to woo.
That’s when office gossip told me:
Somebody from Lintas was the bridegroom.
Rekha was to meet him,
In Hotel Sangeeta’s Family Room.
“How could this happen?” I asked my roomie.
He only let out a smirk.
I drank four beers.
And got to work.
I called her father, but didn’t have the balls.
I called Rekha 17 times, but she didn’t answer.
I reached the hotel, and waited outside.
Jealousy filled me like cancer.
After an hour,
They came out. Parted after shaking hands
He got her an auto & got in too.
The Earth below me turned to sands.
He dropped her at her hostel.
I had followed. Parking at safe distance.
I was drunk with both beer & love.
This double drunk needed assistance.
After smoking five cigarettes outside,
I rode my Yamaha home.
Got into my bed and cried.
“I want Rekha as my bride!”
Next day, I told her.
What a fool I was to refuse her.
I apologized,
The whole six months appeared as a blur.
She refused to accept my apology.
But quietly refused that Lintas groom.
It took me six more months,
Before Rekha would give me any room.
Six months later, she sat on my bike
I was love struck.
I didn’t want anybody else,
She was my lady luck!
After one more year of pleading
She agreed to marry this boy.
We were one happy couple.
I was Achilles and she my Helen of Troy.
It has been ten years since we met.
There have been ups and downs.
We aren’t that young anymore,
And have both gained our pounds.
But even today,
When I leave for office,
I kiss her on her forehead.
And that’s as good as my day would get!
Important: Rekha, if you are reading this you should know that your husband didn’t have enough money to buy you the World but tried his best. If only his girl friend had lent him some money he would have got you a nice, expensive gift. But that bitch refused!
preeta
July 5, 2011 at 9:24 am
Aww…thats a realy sweet post!God Bless you both:)
Laughing Gas
July 5, 2011 at 10:11 am
Dude,
Achilles and Helen of Troy were not an item
This is what comes of watching Oliver Stone films and using the only two Greek hero names that you know
Good effort, though! Keep ‘em coming, sans the faux pas. That’s french for keep writing! cheers!
Sunav Sodhani
July 5, 2011 at 11:21 am
the best line
“I was drunk with both beer & love.”
Awsumm poem.. best wishes to both of u and Rhea
Sowmya Niranjan
July 5, 2011 at 12:13 pm
Lovely post!Wish you both togetherness & happiness forever
Samaresh Biswal
July 5, 2011 at 1:48 pm
so sweet of you . loved the way you have expressed . many many happy returns of the day
Seema
July 5, 2011 at 10:58 pm
Wishing Rekha a very very Happy Birthday.
Lovely poem
Ashmita
July 6, 2011 at 2:37 am
Nice poem…
Atin Govil
September 22, 2011 at 2:12 pm
Beautiful.. i had a smile on my face all along.. kind of stuff that makes you feel.. damn i wanna write smthing like this for my girl too..
Roopa
October 11, 2011 at 1:55 pm
I enjoyed your love story….Cheers
omprakash
October 13, 2011 at 3:23 pm
dear rakha, long live happy birth day ….
BalaSa
June 10, 2012 at 3:52 pm
great . . .love makes life beautiful!
Pratiksha Dake
June 25, 2012 at 12:11 pm
Beautiful story and the poem.
Priyashmita
November 14, 2012 at 7:12 am
Lovely