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| Wednesday, February 25, 2009 |
Piriyadha Varam Vendum
Originally written 5 Feb 2006
Three years later, none of this has changed. May be I am 'maturer' than then.
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I had a friend and her boy-friend over for dinner last night. They are a cute couple. Very young. I think too young to get married.
During the sumptuous south indian dinner of rice, sambhar, vathalkuzhambu, beans-potato curry and cabbage kootu, after talking all we could about work life and movies and music, topic switched to personal lives. They shared their love story which began when they were in college. Their story also started in their Under Grad tour. As I heard their story, thinking of obviously my own story, and thinking how similar it was, I was reminded of some sweet incidents. Which will bring a smile to my face, whenever I think of them.
The feelings felt then are so innocent. When I think of me and K, about 6-7 years back, talking and teasing each other in the college campus, I so adore them. So innocent and excitable, shy and what not.
College days are memorable days. Gosh! Its been so long since I have thought about them.
My first thoughts of K, are of this somewhat cute guy, with a cute nose, looking out the train window with his hand on his cheek.
The day I went to college after the tour, and everything was different. College was suddenly not just a place to study, it was place I would look forward to go, just for K.
The slight glance behind to see if K has come to class or not. A glint in my eyes, when I do spot him. Disappointment if I dont. K also came to class everyday so he could just atleast say a Hi to me.
Take just a little extra care to not wear the same salwar frequently, because I knew someone will be noticing what I wore to college everyday.
Deliberately spending Rs3.50 for snacks in the evening at the mess, just so I could be seen by K. K also came to the mess at exactly the same time.
I asked K to pray for me for every test, in the Hanger, with just a signal and he will pray devoutly, even though he would not have studied for the exam.
The night he called up when both of us got placed in the same company. The feeling of both of us settling, so we can have all the fun in life for the next one year.
K sitting at the bund in the evening, to see when I was going home, so he could call me exactly an hour after that.
Me and K, trying to find reasons to go out for a treat, together, alone.
The first time he took me on his borrowed bike, when I put my hand inside his pockets to get his handkerchief for him. He taught me to ride a bike, sitting behind me, and holding my hands and releasing the clutch.
Crying to K on the famous Cultural Fest last day, because my close friend kind of ignored me and left me alone. And K took me with him to go in a car to invite and bring Sharmilee from Jeya TV as a guest for our Fashion Show. How the driver got lost trying to find the address, and K did not bother to help him, just so he can have some more time with me in the car.
How I took his cell phone, he had gotten for working for the Cultural Fest, from Motorola, and I called my brother from the cell phone and told him, " Hey you know I am calling from a cell phone , I am in a car ".
How I held his hand for the first time ever, to look at his life line and read his palm.
We decided to get in the same bus on the day of Farewell. We played Anthakshari screaming at the top of our voices, till we went soar.
He asked me to save a seat for him in the bus while returning from the Retreat. The seat was almost taken by another girl in our class. But thankfully, K could sit beside me when the girl got up to play a game going on behind the bus.
The more than an hour journey time from the resort back home, which always was very long and tiring, just disappeared in a jiffy, with K, playing and teasing with each other.
The times he came home, giving some lame excuse, so he could spend time with me.The times he used to call me from PCOs spending all his Computer class money on me.
The time we decided to write a 'love' letter to each other just for fun. I spent a whole night writing it, to make it as real as possible, with tiny hearts stickers.
The last line read " Piriyadha varam vendum, tharuvaaya? "
He read it and pretended to be really serious, and made me feel like a fool, shy, stupid and what not, that I got flustered and stomped away from him.
The last time he came home, after he joined work, he gave me some money Rs 1000, asking me to keep it for emergency when I went to US. I laughed and told him it was roughly $20 and it can not be of much use to me. The look of disappointment in his eyes.
The day before I was going to leave to the US, I was all happy, and excited, did not feel the pain of leaving friends. While K felt bitter loss of a good friend.
When I thought it would be the end of a good relationship, but in reality was the start of something beautiful.
Hours and hours of chatting. Teasing, fighting, patching up. I was too stupid to realize his thoughts when he did propose. And he was too dumb to realize my feelings when I had any for him. The little game of hide and seek. The liking turned to love, neither of us know when.
And finally, as I think back, the silly note I had written, inspired by a movie I thought was very cute, became a reality.
We did finally make a pact. We did give each other Piriyadha varam.
What we felt when we were in college was such pure love and affection, unadultrated. We did not know how to define it. We knew it was more than friendship. And we were scared to term it as love. I for one would have run away a thousand miles hearing that word then. But still the small small things, sweet nothings, teasing, taunting, were just so sweet and exciting. It brings a smile on my face, everytime I think of it. The way you are for the other person without expecting anything in return. Small things make your day, and petty issues also spoil your days.
I am reminded of The days are packed of Calvin.
We are more matured now, but I am glad I can get back to being a college girl whenever I feel like and talk of those good old days, and K will be able to totally understand me.
Though we are a good many years older, I still think of K as the cute guy I saw by the window. I cant think of him as this matured, responsible software professional, or whatever ;) I am sure K feels the same way about me too.
Ah, good old days. I would relive them if I could.
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Thoughts are abundant,
Feelings the same,
Time is but limited,
Hence the recycling. |
posted by SK @ 5:33 PM  |
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| 16 Comments: |
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aw, sweet and beautiful! Am envious. :-)
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fairytale SK! fairytale is the word!
I haven't read anything about the events leading up to your present life, but am sure you'd agree, it's a charmed life!(Not putting kannu or anything!)
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AWWW :) I am having such a big girn on my face. You are so lucky!
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OMG, so cute! I loved it. I almost had tears when you said no to K when he gave you the 1000 rs. I think I like K more now. *hmph*
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I read your blog regularly, but have never posted a comment.
But this post was just amazing, I had tears in my eyes... perfect fairytale!
May both of u have all the happiness in the world! :)
God Bless!
--Saranya
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Sweet! But "Piriyada Varam Vendum" really? No wonder DH made fun of you.
Actually with that 1000 Rs, dialogues and all very filmy;). Nicemaxest
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very very nice and Like i have told you a million times already- our stories are very similar :).. I just cant put into words like you do..
Piriyadha varam vendum- i loved that movie inspite of Prashanth!! our friends used to call us the pririyadha varam vendum couple ;) even before we were a couple..
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Sigh.. You took me back, all the way back to those magical days..
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Rads,
Envy? No no no no no no no no. :--)
Adi,
hehehe ya may be that part sounds like a fairytale now but it was not then :--) ana I wouldnt say charmed life. Kannu podadha man. ;--D
Chutney,
:--))
Nandini,
Awww :--) I did take the money, but I used it on a vending machine i think :--D
Anon/Saranya,
Ohh thank you! I have sooo many stories up my sleeve... :--))
Ram,
Hey adhukku enna man kurachal. :--D
If they are filmy, the film makers probably overheard us talking :--P
Daisy,
hahaha ya that movie was a hit at that time la. I hate that guy too! Although I like Shalini. You should make an attempt to write you know ;--) Piriyadha varam couple-a, hahah sweeet!
Lonestar,
Oh me too me too, thats why the post. Good old day no.
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ROTFL! You know what. I am going to use this "Piriyada varam vendum" dialogue. Lets see if I can pull it off with a straight face:).
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Hey.. i am a regular visitor of ur blog.. but have never commented on it.. But, this post is too sweet to resist commenting. Going through ur post, was like watching a feel-good romance movie.. more like a fairytale... all the best for more happy days to come
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Saccharine sweet! You are very very blessed to have such a bollywood worth love story in your real life too! Keep the romance alive... cheers! :)
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Ram,
Try pannu man, it may clock :--P
Shankar,
Thank you! This is what makes one delurk! :--))
Dhanya,
Welcome here! And lol will try! :--)
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an utterly delightful read SK!
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haiyya! tamizh padam kaadhal kadhai! jolly jolly!
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Thanks Ardra and Rukmani! :--)
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aw, sweet and beautiful! Am envious. :-)