Roller coaster emotions

My character is not of the one who offers to do anything without being asked to. Be it any help or suggestion. But yesterday, I did not know what, that made me ask it? Well, I know now!
In my two month long stay here days were generally gray and dull. Finally the day was nearing for me to clear out and return back. This Friday!!
He, on his way to moving on to the next best level in his career, had to come here on official purpose. A very nice person to be with and a sweet friend, promptly brought along nice sunshine and smiles! The sun will shine in the near by zone not for long, as it is on its way, moving on to a far distant land.
For the homecoming, I had my tickets booked on a train and he had his booked on a bus. On the same day! As the train leaves very early in the day, I was double minded, no, not before his arrival. No. And once it was confirmed that he had a ticket for the bus which leaves the city at a comfortable time, I was tempted to change my travel plan.
It was me who suggested that I would also like to travel along in the bus. First ploy of fate! Should have realized! I dint and made to cancel the already booked train-ticket and asked for the same bus. Second ploy- when all trains are running full for another week or so, is it not surprising to get a ticket in a bus for the next day? I was as usual a victim to prank of laws-of- life, this time around too. Was very much elated that I could manage a travel with him! When am I again to meet him after this week, so was pretty much determined that the little time we had together we should be together.
Maybe it is mentioned in the logs of destiny that I should not be too excited for such things and that euphoria is short lived. To prove this popped a message from him ‘I’m traveling by air this weekend’. Project pressures! I don’t know how well to describe how I felt that instance. It is not always that, only when big dreams are shattered it pains so much. Even when small, meaningless fantasies are broken, it hurts too. At that moment when I was trying to come to terms with the reality came a call from the travel agent, ‘Bus ticket confirmed. Seats H1, H2.Please collect!’
What else can u call this apart from a stupid, in-sensitive plot of some one above? How else can u reason this?
And a message to top it all, ‘I feel sorry about the travel. Really really really sorry’. What more can he say and what more can I expect him to say!
Or what can anybody say!
Another taste of disappointment! But of things that life has taught me, it has surprisingly and conveniently failed to teach me to cope with this one particular emotion.
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P.S: This blog comes coz as D.H Lawrence once said "My creativity is at its best, when I’m busy hating something fiercely". Maybe this is not as creative as it is supposed to be. But c’mon one can’t be expected to write best when one is in a towering temper and has no better way to vent out the boiling feeling. The temper is because there is no one to actually blame on and ease the disappointment.

Assertiveness Skill

“Would you come to the project party? Don’t worry, it won’t be long”
No. Thanks.
“Can u stay here for another one month? It is not that important, but you have been assigned work.”
No.
“Shall we dance in the rain?”
No. I had rather enjoy the rain indoors.
“What would you like to have? Never mind. I will order pizza for you”
No. I would like to have a burger.
“Where can we go shopping? We will go to Hyd Central!”
No. I’m too tired to go shopping.
“Whom do you keep messaging to? Would u like to tell me?”
No. Not yet.
“Why are you wearing this dress to the party? I guess you would need to change before the event”
No. I’m comfortable in this.
“Are u upset? Would u like to talk about what’s troubling you?”
No. Thanks. I can manage myself.
“Come over this weekend”
No. Have some important work to complete.
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Simple, though, it sounds now. Just two letters! Just two letters!
Wish I had said it then.

Power of love!

Does love really have the power? The power to change the basic personality/ haracteristics of a person! By love I’m mean not about affection or liking but about the one you share with just one person of the opposite gender. This question occurred to me after I had a long chat with one friend of mine. I had witnessed this very good mate undergo a huge transformation after she found her special person.
I remember the days in my senior days in school, when no one could mistake her to being any thing other than a sweet, talkative girl with happy-go-lucky attitude for any matter, far from the types who are really touchy and sensitive. It would be hard to sustain her interest in something for more than a few days, well except maybe music. Her personality, when I first met her, which then struck me as a bubbly and fun loving did not change much even after we stepped into college. In college each day was pure fun what with meeting up with many new friends, movies and mastee and if there was some time left, then studies. We slowly transformed into good and more mature friends.
And then it happened. Without any planning, without any warning, the lighting struck her and she fell in love. During the second term of the first year, she met him.
‘He is also into music’, she had said. He had heard this. She became interested in the instrument he played. A rare phenomenon would occur whenever his name was mentioned in her presence, she fell silent.
One thing I should say about the college was that, apart from its glorious merits and fame, it offered one advantage. It was the ample opportunities for people to meet up with each other, at anytime; be it day or night. What with the sports festival, the culturals, the classical events and the technical symposiums! Then the second year came and she said, ‘He is brilliant. And he is sweet too!!’ Quite a true statement considering his academic achievements!! She became very much interested in all things that concerned him; right from what book he read to which music band he liked.., to name a few. He was aware of this.
It was soon our third year, with loads to study bringing us all friends more closer to each other. The second term of the third year, probably the last term together on campus, she said, ‘You know what, he is very attached to his family. He keeps talking about his sis with so much love and affection.I really like that. Guess he is the guy for me!’ He has indeed spoken to her. She became secretive and moody for days at a time.
She was happy and fun but I could say there was some thing running in the back of her mind. Then our finals days in college fast approached, with tensions about placements and future. ‘Yeah, right! Future! How would it be for me if it was with him’ she had emailed me. He had been teased at the farewell party.
To part is the way of life. And to meet again is the hope of life. That’s the way it is for her.
The once happy girl is still so but with a small voice at the back of her mind whispering his name quite very often.
Love is indeed fascinating!