To me a proposal was meant to be made by a man to a women and i have been just tired of seeing it all my life until one romantic saturday evening i stepped out to watch this movie 'New York' starring John Abi & Ms Kaif.In one of the scenes unexpectedly,kaif kneels down with a bunch of red carnations and tries to surprise Jhon but as per the screenplay Jhon was supposed to ignore that with some sad expression & some other heavy feelings in the heart.So did he.But it hurt a little when kaif was not taken seriously at that point on screen.But was refreshing from the usual stuff.I went home little intoxicated replaying that scene on my mind screen than the other stunning visuals in the movie.
Months passed by & there i was again on some saturday evening with part III of Poniyin Selvan, a historic novel written by a fantabulous tamil author Kalki.With my hands gripping the book tightly & eyes racing past every line on the storybook,a beautiful turning point in the story left me intoxicated the second time.Kundavai,the king's daughter, damsel with an IQ much above her age who is projected as a responsible female from the royal family suddenly stretches her hand to the smart & handsome vandhiyadevan, a dude who is just a messenger from her elder brother stranded in the basement prison inside their palace.She gives her hand to vandhiyadevan who holds it and says 'Man this hand which you are holding now will never ever be given to another in my lifetime and if i reach such a circumstance, i would rather die than live'.Page #842 which contains this proposal stuff left me sweetly intoxicated for a minute.I thought ... Man this story expected to have happened in deep south india nearly 1600 years back educates me that a damsel though from a royal family was capable of proposing out to a man of her choice at just the perfectly apt time in the story.
I agree i was influenced by the above two incidents but never did i imagine in the wildest of my dreams that shortly the following thing would ever happen in my life.
It was a bright sunday morning.And a bunch of 25 odd people where advancing downhill from the mountainous slopes of chickmagalur.Inside the bus were me and most of my teammates on our way back to Bangalore after a day's outing.We knew itz going to be a full day drive on that sunday morning before hitting Bangalore.Folks suggested that we continue to play our 'Truth or Dare' game which we discontinued the previous night.The baton passed was a 1.5 litre pepsi bottle with about 2 ounce of pepsi left inside.The first bakra that morning was me ... and i had to face the whole team to choose between either 'Truth' or 'Dare'.
After hearing all the awful truths the previous night, i opted to dare by uttering the D word.So did i.Vijay z electrifying brain shot me a daring scenario.He wanted me to propose someone in that bus to prove that.What a sad situation i thought to myself.Most of the guys in my lovely team are this bacchaa log visibly younger to me.Proposing someone from that gang would hurt me on some grounds later.The only other category consisted of guys either already engaged or to be married anytime or already married.There wasn't much of choice barring the driver & the chotu with him.But the whole idea was to prove myself daring.Just thought for a minute,what can be more daring than proposing our Big Boss?.It had two purposes in fact.One - I would straight away prove myself daring without an iota of doubt.Second was that if I propose our Big B,nobody in the team would be daring enough any time later to pull my leg on this.Had it been somebody else it would have been like me digging my own grave along with whomever i had picked to propose, that morning.With the intention to save two lives from being bullied in the office for the rest of the days, i had to shortlist our Big B.
Months passed by & there i was again on some saturday evening with part III of Poniyin Selvan, a historic novel written by a fantabulous tamil author Kalki.With my hands gripping the book tightly & eyes racing past every line on the storybook,a beautiful turning point in the story left me intoxicated the second time.Kundavai,the king's daughter, damsel with an IQ much above her age who is projected as a responsible female from the royal family suddenly stretches her hand to the smart & handsome vandhiyadevan, a dude who is just a messenger from her elder brother stranded in the basement prison inside their palace.She gives her hand to vandhiyadevan who holds it and says 'Man this hand which you are holding now will never ever be given to another in my lifetime and if i reach such a circumstance, i would rather die than live'.Page #842 which contains this proposal stuff left me sweetly intoxicated for a minute.I thought ... Man this story expected to have happened in deep south india nearly 1600 years back educates me that a damsel though from a royal family was capable of proposing out to a man of her choice at just the perfectly apt time in the story.
I agree i was influenced by the above two incidents but never did i imagine in the wildest of my dreams that shortly the following thing would ever happen in my life.
It was a bright sunday morning.And a bunch of 25 odd people where advancing downhill from the mountainous slopes of chickmagalur.Inside the bus were me and most of my teammates on our way back to Bangalore after a day's outing.We knew itz going to be a full day drive on that sunday morning before hitting Bangalore.Folks suggested that we continue to play our 'Truth or Dare' game which we discontinued the previous night.The baton passed was a 1.5 litre pepsi bottle with about 2 ounce of pepsi left inside.The first bakra that morning was me ... and i had to face the whole team to choose between either 'Truth' or 'Dare'.
After hearing all the awful truths the previous night, i opted to dare by uttering the D word.So did i.Vijay z electrifying brain shot me a daring scenario.He wanted me to propose someone in that bus to prove that.What a sad situation i thought to myself.Most of the guys in my lovely team are this bacchaa log visibly younger to me.Proposing someone from that gang would hurt me on some grounds later.The only other category consisted of guys either already engaged or to be married anytime or already married.There wasn't much of choice barring the driver & the chotu with him.But the whole idea was to prove myself daring.Just thought for a minute,what can be more daring than proposing our Big Boss?.It had two purposes in fact.One - I would straight away prove myself daring without an iota of doubt.Second was that if I propose our Big B,nobody in the team would be daring enough any time later to pull my leg on this.Had it been somebody else it would have been like me digging my own grave along with whomever i had picked to propose, that morning.With the intention to save two lives from being bullied in the office for the rest of the days, i had to shortlist our Big B.
Needless to say,it was Praveen.My all time favourite in the team.But Praveen was married for good & was 'The Big B' for us though he never flaunted his powerful designation anywhere,anytime.I didn't want to drag this D situation for long.He was just diagonally opposite to me,sat hugged with his bag examining his leg space seriously.Honestly i had no clue whom everyone around where guessing.But to me at that minute it couldn't have been anyone else other than him.So before i was just ready for it, Sindhu handed me a bunch of hand picked mini wild pink carnations,for an effective proposal.
With all eyes set on me,my heart racing speedier than normal,there i was hearing the most sweetly intoxicating words from my own self.I heard myself utter 'I love you Praveen' while handing over the mini bunch to him.People just around were hugely thrilled.Unfortunately due to ineffective acoustics inside the bus downhill,people behind couldn't hear me.On hearing the disappointed souls demand 'once more',the proposed man clarified saying 'She made a statement'.In a defensive tone I followed him with 'I said I love u Praveen'.This episode ended with a huge sweet uproar from behind.Finally after all the fun & frolic we reached Bangalore that night.
Next morning i bunked office to catch some great sleep.But those 4 words spilled from my mouth the previous day kept resonating almost the whole day with a huge disbelief.By evening I found myself back to normal .The very next day,while i splashed some water on my face to ward off sleepiness at work,Preethi recollected the sunday morning incident to me and i found her to be equally intoxicated even after 2 days.And i remember Ani pulled my leg on that insignificant incident at least for the next few weeks.A month after this incident i happened to be in conversation with Vijay on some other stuff.Out of our context he recalled to me the same incident.Thatz when it hit me.Mmm .... what an intoxicating proposal it was !
