PART 5
The Thunderclap
Three months......seems to be a very long time right? Well it isn't. Not for me at least. These three months crawled away with a blink of my eye. But these three months are very precious moments of my life. Gunjan and I got to know each other closely even better. Moments spent with her at her favourite book store, ice cream shop and the Gurudwara of course just won't leave my mind.
Every time I met her, I brought her flowers because I know she loves flowers.
Both of us were very busy with our own professional lives but we still found time at least to call and say hello.
It was a pleasant evening that I decided to finally let her know what was nagging my mind. I thought of letting her know how much my life would change if she would accept me as something more than her best friend. Everything was planned. I had my guitar ready with a bunch of fresh red roses. A special table was reserved at Hotel Taj for us. I rang up Gunjan.
Gunjan: Hey Sammy!! Kaise ho?
Me: Bilkul perfect. Aur tum?
Gunjan: Aah.....perfectly imperfect!😆😛 Main? Mast!
Me: Well Miss Mastkalandar, I want you at The Taj within an hour.
Gunjan: Taj? Kyu?
Me: Surprise surprise!😉
Gunjan: Okay. Well I got a surprise for you as well.
Me: Great then, one hour, The Taj.
Gunjan: See you.
One hour later-
Aah!! There is my princess.😍 But hey, who is that guy with her? Could it be Uday, her brother? Why would she bring him along?
Well, a strange thing about our friendship is that both of us are very strange.😆🤣 Our families have never met but we know about each other's familial background as though they are our own family.
Gunjan: Hi Sammy!
Me: Hi Chashmish!
Gunjan: Sam, ye hai Neil Oberoi-......
Me: (Shaking hand) Hello.....
Gunjan: ...... -My yet-to-be Fianc.
I froze; it felt as if someone had shot an entire magazine of AK-47 bullets through my heart. It took me a while to take in that piece of shocking news.🥺💔
Neil: Finally, The Samrat Shergill! Nice meeting you buddy.
Me: What?.....Oh yeah......nice meeting you too.
My voice sounded low, I guess, because Gunjan looked at me with concern. I changed my expression to a really cheerful one and she relaxed.
Gunjan: So where is my surprise?
I looked at the bunch of roes beside my guitar and her eyes fell on the guitar.
Gunjan: Guitar!! You are going to sing! Wow!! Great, waise bhi tumne abtak mujhe tumhare guitar and singing skills nahi dikhaye. You know Neil? He is a fabulous guitarist.😃
Neil: Impressive! Dude, ek gaana ho jaaye please.
I smiled (no one could see the pain behind that smile, not even Gunjan🥺) and proceeded to the dais with my guitar and a heavy heart.
ME: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. May I have your kind attention please? I am about to dedicate a small song to my best friend and her fianc. This is for you Chashmish......
Aye khuda mujhko bata tu rehta kahan, kya tera pata
Hum to yahan pe musafir hain, jo doondhe apni manzil ka pata
Aye khuda mujhko bata tu rehta kahan, kya tera pataa (pata)
Hum to yahan pe musafir hain, jo doondhe apni manzil ka pata
Yaada teri yaada aati hai, jaan meri jaan jaati hai
Tanhaion mein rehta hoon, khud se hi aksar ye kehta hoon
Kyun tune dil toda, kyun tune yun chhoda
Kyun tera abh bhi rahe dil ko intezaar
Kyun chali aati hai, kyun tadpaati hai
Kyun hoon abh bhi main yun bekaraar
Aye khuda mujhko bata tu rehta kahan, kya tera pata (pata)
Hum to yahan pe musafir hain, jo doondhe apni manzil ka pata
Faasle hain magar phir bhi tu door nahin
Maana ke hum to hai, par tu majboor nahin
Har lamha mujhko ye tadpaati hai, jaan meri jaan jaati hai
Tanhaion mein rehta hoon, khud se hi aksar ye kehta hoon
Kyun tune dil toda, kyun tune yun chhoda
Kyun tera abh bhi rahe dil ko intezaar
Kyun chali aati hai, kyun tadpaati hai
Kyun hoon abh bhi main yun bekaraar
Aye khuda mujhko bata tu rehta kahan, kya tera pataa (pata)
Hum to yahan pe musafir hain, doondhe apni manzil ka pata
Yaada teri yaada aati hai, jaan meri jaan jaati hai
Tanhaion mein rehta hoon, khud se hi aksar ye kehta hoon
Kyun tune dil toda, kyun tune yun chhoda
Kyun tera abh bhi rahe dil ko intezaar
Kyun chali aati hai, kyun tadpaati hai
Kyun hoon abh bhi main yun bekaraar
Aye khuda mujhko bata tu rehta kahan, kya tera pata (pata)
Hum to yahan pe musafir hain, jo doondhe apni manzil ka pata
I could hear people applauding and cheering👏⭐️ 👍🏼but what is the use? No one could feel the pain I was feeling. I had no other choice but smile. I could not ruin Gunjan's happiness. I gave her the roses and saw her face lighten up.
The time seemed to have stopped as though it intended to delay the moment of agony even more. And finally, the evening came to an end. They thanked me for the "Wonderful" evening and I bid them a cheerful goodbye.
That night I realized that
"Life is not an iPod to listen to your favourite songs. It is a radio. You must adjust yourself to every frequency and enjoy whatever comes in it. That is reality....."
But how do I enjoy something so bitter? No one has ever inculcated that in me. She was right.....my life.....perfectly imperfect and only I can see the imperfections. It is not that I am a sadist.😔
Ishaani
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