The 1st Crush !

Crushes!! I always knew, I could some day write a book on the subject …however a blog seems to be my Big platform at the moment . A Crush, that feeling of just adoring some one for no real reason, butterflies in the stomach and heart skipping a beat when in presence of the object of affection. Funny thing about crushes is that they come in life for no apparent reason and get crushed for the funniest reason. They are harmless and don’t leave u with a achy -breaky heart.. At least mine have been when I look at them in retrospect !

Well I was a bit slow when it came to maters of love. All I knew was Platonic relationship. Well I was a naïve Ghatkopar girl ( An area in Mumbai that was not really considered in the hep areas of Mumbai ) who got a cultural shock when I joined a school in Bandra. Bandra girls were very advanced and dating was an activity they seemed to grown up with.

Well it was finally in my 10th standard is when the spark happened to me. I use to go for French tuitions which were a coed-class. There were 4 prominent school students in the batch one from St Joseph’s Convent,Carmel Convent , St Stanislaus, St Andrews ( both all boys school). It was funny but there was an unsaid chemistry between the girls and boys of all schools situated close to each other. St Stanislaus was considered to have happening smart guys, while St Andrews was what they call a Pajama chap school. ( Pajama chap is defined as useless guys who just sit on walls and pass childish flirteous comments and ogle at anything that may look like a woman ). The Joseph girls had hots for most Stanishlaus guys, while most guys from Staishlaus had the hots for the Carmel girls and the Pajama chap chased both Joseph and Carmel girls. And every girl detested them. It was quite a funny equation just like in the film ‘Jo Jeeta Who hi Sikandar”.

Well I too got caught up in a similar Love triangle. At French tuitions I befriended a lot of people from different schools ( talk about my ever friendly nature !) Supriya was one of them ( names changed). A tall, Smart, well spoken and Hot looking prefect from Carmel convent. She was friendly girl. I began to enjoy her company. There was a RAJ( name changed but tried to maintain it as filmy as possible as I have the hots for the NAME Raj). He was completely My TDH variety ( Tall Dark and Handsome…isn’t how Mills and Boons describes HOT men )…Another prefect from St Stanishlaus.Each time he looked back at me or smiled in class I would be on cloud nine ( Those silly days !!). I didn’t ever have the guts to talk to him but he was just an eye candy I adored ….he was smart and good looking ( well then my level of judging smartness was pathetic, I realize that today). He was the 1st and only guy I ever liked who had a moustache and that was one of the key reasons he looked hotter than most guys around ( HOT did I say ,well wonder what was I thinking then anyway …aagh !!). Well soon I realized that Supriya and he were seeing each other …One day after class we all Supriya , Raj ,Me and couple of other batch mates walked back home together. At one junction I had to head alone as I stayed in different direction and so I bid good bye to all and just gave an affectionate last look to Raj as I left. I still hadn’t spoken to him till then. As I waked a considerable distance Raj came riding his cycle …( I almost imagined him the charming Prince riding his white horse ….these romantic bollywood films surely have impact on us kids, don’t u agree). Just as he reached he stopped by and said “ Hi “ . My heart skipped a beat and turned back nervously and replied “Oh Hi !”And then what he said was the something 1st ever guy had ever said to me in the 16 yrs of my life .. that too from my 1st crush and TDH variety ( so I thot then may not give him a second look today ).

Well he said “If u don’t mind Can I walk u home. We could chat on the way too” and we stated to walk together and he began to talk to me and we had good laughs etc. it seemed like my big moment. ( BIG moment, is that a BIG moment dhuh me then !)

There after I met him at French classes often and chatted at times a bit. The crazy me had a ,friend living right diagonally opposite his house so would keep staring at his balcony hoping to get a glance of him ( Though all I ever got to see was his cycle in his balcony ). Those were beautiful days, hmmmm …

Like every thing crushes to have an end to them…A month or so latter he walked in class with his moustache shaved off and his new look seemed as if it had shaved off his personality. He didn’t look like price charming anymore but little tall boy ! every one laughed and pulled his leg. Supriya was the happiest ( I thought it was an intended move of hers against me …nah my mind and games it plays ) That was the day my 1st Crush got crushed. ( I know I sound like Shallow Hall …but to be honest good looks and personality were key important features in a guy that u look for at 16 yrs of age don’t we )

Well, though I still cherish “ Can I walk you home” and each time I pass his house ( dent even know if he still lives there )I smile at myself remembering the silly, funny, yet beautiful feeling of the 1st Crush ! And yes that was just a beginning it never stopped thereafter …