My Love of Life

I saw her for the first time when I was just four or five. The basic instinct blooms. She is the reason I believe "Love at first sight". Till today She is the one who relaxed me, encourage me, took away my hunger.... and goes on. She had few friends those days but she led the rest in beauty unlike now with lots of competitors,,, still She’s beautiful to me.

Those days she promised me to get a shirt with her face printed on back if I met her a dozen times. It was crazy and sorrowful days for my Mama tried to convince me that She’s a witch, and already people lost their slight of eye sight after seeing her. It was just a mask of advice to hide her face I know. I know my Mama lied that night. Daddy was good because he didn’t interfere my affairs. Convincing my Mama was another history final examination without preparation (I was and am Good in Maths , but history subject, no no, I prefer to kiss the tiger’s lips instead). Mama tried to take me away from her dreams with fairy tales of "The hare and the tortoise". Where there is a will, there is a way,,I know slow and steady wins the race and that’s what I do and I never give up and really thanked Mama for her tales. Finally I won and met her for the 12th time. "Oh my, my promise has life span too, and sorry no more shirts with my face". I cried and even louder with a pain inside when Jimmy boast of the shirt when we played cricket with bamboo stump. The promise was for everyone, not only for me, and that too exhausted promise. But no, she was not that what you guys think. I satisfied myself with the stickers and cartoon pictures she consoled for my pains. That’s why I love her. She understands me. Another day another promise, and yes she fulfilled it, but never the biggest promise of shirt with her face anymore. I grew up watching her. Wherever I go, She came along like an angel. The angel followed me even during my graduation. She peeped in sometimes to boys hostels. I used to be with her almost every night after a thorough inspection of the neighbouring rooms. Sometimes I introduce her to my roommates with pride. My guys got jealous and tried to defeat and surpress my pride with local angels,, but no way, She’s still the same I saw when I was a kid and the best.
Wise men said, "farther the distance, stronger the romance". During my M.Tech, it was almost duration of two years with amnesia. Then to struggle and survive, I was in and out of jobs trying my fortune to make fame. I wonder where she was those days. Heard from my pals and buddies that She finds hard to survive these days with lots of enemies on her. Then only I realized why she was not with me during my post graduation days. "I had sinned". That was my feelings. She loves me and was my angel for so many years, and when she w as dying, I remained amnesia. I am a fair weather friend. I decided that I should meet her again and again to lift her spirit to live and survive in this competitive world. I finally decided whatever I was, I am and I will be, I’ll be there for her till the eternity. That’s the love of a man whom no one understands.

These days, mostly every morning, She show me the morning with her break fast, and I saw the day. She gives strength in the middle of the night when I am stucked in a moment to get out of my professional schedules. She’s the last to wish me “good night” every night. During holiday break, I visit home and now even my Mama accepts her. My Daddy sometimes gets her to me and so does my sweet little sister too. But my Big Sissy hates her "My little only brother, go for new and modern one, why this classic old one". My younger sissy doesn't prefer her much too, but just accept her may be out of the fear of my shouts and tantrums. I fight all the odds to have her. But the best time is still in my hostel when she relaxed me in the middle of the night to relief my workload along with an omelet on her hands and a hot cappuccino. My pride grew especially whenever my old buddies pranked me with her name. My Daddy always said, “My son, You are the best Judge to judge your life”. My Mama too repeat the lines, may be just give up her imagination of She being a witch. Today I know the meaning of wise men‘s word “Where there is a will there is a way”, for we said “proverb is a short line with full of experience”. Yes, I have the experience too and you all see it here.

Today, I gave here my testimonials or say a part of autobiography and promise that no one will tear us apart, and I’ll never let her go in astray. It’s needless to say that I love her. However She still takes 2 minutes whenever I need her even during emergency. But I still love her because she was like this ever since I met her for the first time 2 decades back making me waited for 2 minutes. Sometimes she responds in hindi, “Baas do minute”. That’s her identity, her pride, her originality, her name, my 2 Minutes MAGGI.