Psychosis Unspecified Part II - The 'Wow'

Wow : A term used to express wonder, amazement, or great pleasure.

It was a normal, dull day at work...almost past noon, but I was still suffering from the Monday morning blues....somehow I can never get over my antipathy towards Mondays from my school days and the saga continues...Suddenly I got a text on my phone.." Hey lets have some coffee at Manokamna ". Those who know me pretty well, they know that when it comes to coffee, I swear by 'Devil's Own' from CCD or when in my 'intellectual' persona would only prefer black coffee from the Indian Coffee House. But at that particular moment, what I really yearned for more than anything else,  just to have a sip of that coffee from Manokamna with my Saat Janam, Saat Saal, Saat Din and of course 15 ka Rishta. Ok the names do sound very filmy, as if straight out of some B grade Bollywood movies...but aye, as the bard has said "what's in a name..." so totally agreeing with Mr. Shakespeare, I would like to state in my defense that these are the names that have been very lovingly given by me to my friends and so don't you dare and make fun of them!!!! Well, why I have given such filmy name...thats a different story...but the real story is how we became the 'Wow'!!!!! (See, I even rhymed it! )

The story begins on the day of my CIP entrance exam...as I had mentioned in the part I, mat puch mujhse aye kabir ke maine kaise yeh exam diya tha...so lets straight come to the end of the examination. The exam was of 1 hour and I finished the exam super fast, as if I was trying to do an advertisement for the Duranto express (btw, it had not started as yet)...or so I had thought...I finished the exam 5-10 minutes before the final bell, submitted it and made a dash for the exit, as if I had to go and save the world from some crisis (actually I was horribly hungry and would have started chewing the exam papers if I couldn't get any food at that time). And so while making my mad dash out of the main gate, I saw this girl walking just ahead of me. I was taken aback to be honest!!! I thought I’m super-fast express...but this girl was faster than me!!! Aye!! I was intrigued....Who’s this girl??? But my narcissistic self got the better of me and so I became busy fantasizing what kinds of food I will be having after getting out...ok the nagging doubt was there too, whether I will pass or not, but the over optimistic self just shrugged this doubt off my mind. And so I came out of the main gate, looking for my father who was waiting outside for me. I saw him chatting with another man...i.e., another parent of one of the countless examinees. I just rushed towards him and he asked, “How was your exam?”.... I just blurted it out “It was good..it was very good!!” Honestly at that time, I wanted him to stop asking me questions and just show me the sight of food....so saying “good” seemed to be the best option at that time, to stop any further questioning. I don’t know how I had answered and whether I looked totally confident while making this 'declaration'...but the other parent seemed to be pretty impressed with my answer and told me “Very good beta...you should always remain optimistic like that” ...or something like that...I don’t recall the exact words (culprit my poor episodic memory)...but I felt so proud of myself listening to these words of praise...became pretty impressed with myself  and even for a while deluded myself that my answer was a result of my optimism, not otherwise. And then I noticed that the intriguing girl, don’t know when and how, had quietly slipped beside my Appraiser and was looking at me with such a bewildered look as if she’s looking at something out of the world..Alien type thingy...but of course I never gave it too much importance as I was already engulfed in my new found glory....but don’t know why remembered that girl’s face, more so because of her father.

Scene two: A month later again in CIP, this time sitting inside the office, busy filling up the admission form. I am very bad at filling up forms..they make me very confused between different options and me being the quintessential indecisive  cannot decide what to write and what not to....so as I was busy scratching my head sitting on this sofa (my Dad had refused to help me out this time) I again saw that intriguing girl. My Dad was already busy chatting with her father, as if they are long lost friends...Ram aur Shyam...and I was very disappointed why my Dad has captured my Appraiser..I would have loved to hear some more words of praise from him...and so I kept on thinking about all these things without concentrating on the task in hand, and when I woke up from my reverie, I saw that girl filling up the form with such focused approach as if she’s busy solving ‘How to get rid of Cancer’ type problems!!! Suddenly my Dad came up to me and started cajoling me to go and talk with that girl, as if he wanted to extend that Ram aur Shyam saga into Sita aur Geeta between us. I vehemently disagreed....I could not imagine her in the role of Sita opposite to my Geeta character. With a director’s eye I could not envision her as so..although I could have managed that if I had trained her properly..or so I thought..But Naye! Compromise with my vision! Never!!! So I did not budge in. But my father changed his tactics and came down to commanding in that very tone, which I’m still very afraid of..so I thought “Fine! Whatever!”...they say you should always obey your parents...so as a mark of reverence towards my father I went up to her and asked her some silly questions regarding the admission form. What I had not noticed that in the mean while her father was also trying out the same tactics with her, and so unwillingly we both started gingerly conversing each other in such a way as if somebody has forced us to gulp hemlock!!! Never mind...both the fathers seemed quite satisfied at this half-hearted attempt and we bade each other farewell formally, before leaving for each other’s destinations. Who would have imagined that this same intriguing girl would one day become my ‘Saat din’ and would acknowledge that I’m the biggest influence in her life and how she’s indebted to me....blah...blah...blah....Okay the latter she hasn’t officially done yet...but one day she’d,  I’m quite sure. Truth is, without her ‘Kissa Saat Rishton ka’ won’t have been possible and the ‘Wow’ would have never happened.

But what is this ‘Wow’ and ‘Kissa Saat Rishton ka’????? Hmmmm....now that is an interesting question...well I will ensure the answer in my own so-called circumstantial style (actually mine isn't circumstantiality, it’s prolixity...my critics term it as this...but as I already said “What’s in a name..”, so I don't really mind being called so).

So picture abhi baki hai mere dost....Wait for the next part (I’m behaving as if everybody is eagerly waiting for the next part..as if I write ‘literary master pieces’!!!)...till then Adios Amigos!!!

P.S. This part is dedicated to my amigo 'Saat Din' who loves reading and listening to my stories :)