Jogging Memories!!
Do I know you?? Have I met you before??
I wish I remembered..Cos I want to know you more..
I drop my keys in the bowl by the door and proceed to my room. I am seriously tired. The traffic was mad, and it took me almost 2 hours to get home. Still there's nothing to pull me down today. Its been one of the best days ever. The 15year old Zoya's dream come true...I spent a day with Asad Ahmed Khan...my frigging first crush...Eeepp...I almost do a happy dance but stop just in time. The door bell rings and I know its my food...I rush through and hand the delivery boy the tip and grab my food...I am very very hungry...My hunger surpasses my excitement, and my eagerness to listen on the interview...So I grab a plate and gobble up on my food right away...
20 minutes later..I am full and happy...I take the last bite of my brownie and go change into my bear paw imprinted shorts and a loose sleeveless tee...I carefully put back my clothes on the hanger and settle myself by my desk.
I take in a few breaths and pull out my computer. I need to make notes of the interview I recorded. The anticipation of hearing his voice is making me giddy...
I open my word document and type in my tentative tittle..
A week in the life of a Rockstar!!!-By Zoya Farooqi...
I look at the blank screen for a while and wonder what to write...I know I need to make this article, VIVID worthy...That means...it needs to be juicy and full of spunk...I have to put on a new personality and bring this interview to life...
I remember my interview and I almost blush at my thoughts...
There I was sitting in his house, by his pool, in one of his robes...having breakfast with him and asking him questions...
It was dammed difficult to think straight in that moment, especially when his PR lady had just left this nagging thought in my head...
Did he really have girls over all the time???
Gah...this thought's drilling a hole in my head...I dont like the idea of him coping a feel with a new girl every night. But then again he's a rockstar, and such a lifestyle came with the territory..
I brush the thoughts away and pull out my Ipad...I need to listen to the interview...
I clear my head and press play...
His voice , his voice fills the room, that baritone sound, that huskiness with which he rolls his R'sss and smoothly teases the words...I am giddy, I feel funny in my tummy...his voice is making me ...Aaah..concentrate I yell at my undisciplined mind...You have work to do...
Once again..I refocus on the recording and listen in on the conversation...
Its just some basic warm up questions..nothing out of the ordinary...work, life...love..etc etc... I don't sense any nervousness in my voice..Now that's good..But what bothers me is the way I am asking questions...Its meek and its boring...I need to do something about it...
I pause the recording and start typing..
Its time to channel my inner Siren...
A week in the life of a rockstar by Zoya Farooqi...
Day 1..
It's a great morning in LA, and as I drive into the rock stars estate I can't help but wonder, what it would be like to live his life.I still can't comprehend how one would handle all the fame and fortune, to lead a life that is so public. To live a life where everything thing you do is in constant scrutiny...Would this not make you a little hard, and uncaring??? I worried about these thoughts all the way to his house...which I must say was spectacular...It was nothing you would imagine a rockstars house to be...It was white and clean, modern, contemporary,, with a hint of old school European Architecture..
But all my worries faded, when I met the man himself...
He is nothing what I imagined him to be...
He's casual, relaxed and really comfortable in his skin...Now who would have thought that I would see him greeting me in pair of tattered jeans and vest...Now that's what I call a true rockstar...even in worn out clothes he still looked like the million dollar man he his...His personality,his presence is just beyond casual apprearence..There's nothing casual about his aura...it screams rockstar...
He then graciously escorted me into his house and made me feel welcome. He eased my worries and nervousness, about this being my first interview and allowed me to take as much time I needed to collect my thoughts..
Now how much more can one expect?? He was truly a perfect gentleman.
So soon, after a lavish breakfast, we began the interview...
Being the first day, I kept it pretty low key. After all I was just getting to know him.
We started with the basics.
Did you know how he found music???
By running away...
No don't take me seriously...he didn't run away from the home...
Here let me share with you the conversation we shared when I asked him about his first encounter with music..
Me-Mr Khan, why don't we start with the bascis.Why don't you tell me the first time you picked up an instrument.
Him-Oh well...I was 5.My mom was a strict lady and she didn't allow me to go anywhere on my own.So one day at the mall when she was busy taking care of my just born baby sister, I ran off to the music store on the other side...I don't know why, but something about the store beckoned me.I remember, the first thing I did when I entered the store was pushing the piano key and hearing the sound it made...Then I hit the next key, and soon I was going at it...trying new instruments...creatingmusice that made no sense...but for me..it was the best feeling ever...
Me-So what did your mom do, when she realized you had run off...
Him-She was too stumped to say anything...By the time she managed to find me, I was sitting in the corner, strumming on an out of tune guitar...She says that day she saw something in my eyes. Something that made her forget her anger... She just came to me and asked me...Can we go now...and I just let the guitar go...I was confused...why she didn't scold me...
Later in the week I got my first guitar, and an instructor that came to my house every Tuesdays and Thursdays...and the rest is history...
Now isn't this a wonderful story...I think so...
This was just the start, soon we were talking about his music lessons, the different competitions he participated, and the first song he wrote...Now that's another interesting story..And I bet all of you readers would love to know about the rockstars first crush...So let me not waste any more words and tell you the story of Mr Asad Ahmed Khan's first crush...
Me-When did you write your first song?
Him-Ha...Now that's a funny story...I was 10.We were given a science project where we were to work as a team of two..I was partnered with this gal called Daisy.She was the cutest gal I had ever seen...she had long blonde hair which she tied up in a fish tail braid.Her nose was filled with soft freckles and her blues eyes just shined in the sunlight...Soon I was sweet on her...I was smitten...I even gave her a handmade valentine's day card with a chocolate, but she rejected it and that broke my heart...That was when I wrote my first song..
Me-Would you mind sharing with us some of the line you wrote??
Him- Sure...it went something like this...
Daisy..oh daisy what did you do
Why did you break my heart in two..
I gave you a card on Valentines day..
But you gave it back and walked away..
Now tell me Daisy what should I do..
I cant stop thinking about you...
Cos I like you boo...
Me-Wow that was really wonderful for a 10 year old..
Him-Ya I was quite proud of it.i even made a tune for it and sang it for her...But I guess she was not interested...
Me-Now that's too bad, but I bet the bad luck didn't last that long huh..I am sure you had a lot of girlfriends after that...
Him-Ha...no comments on that...
Me-O come on you can tell us...we are sure you were a heart breaker in high school...
Him-Well I have my heart broken as well...so I guess it evens itself out...
Me-So that means youre not telling us about your girlfriends...
Him- No, I think that's personal.
Me-Alright..I can respect that, but atleast can you tell us if you're still single??for all your female fans...
Him-Yes I am single..I just got out of a 2 year long relationship. And before you ask with who, I am not telling.
I re-read my article again..Its completely revamped. I am impressed...I have somehow managed to flip my boring interview skills into a worthy start to a great article in the running...
This makes me proud...I save the document and finally call it a night...Its now time to lay back relax and just be...
But seems like just being is the last thing on my mind, cos right now all my mind wants to think about is Asad...Asad...Asad...and only Asad...
I cant help but replay the day, and its events...Images of him, swim in my mind, inviting me to join them...I easily comply...
So now here I am...in the middle of Asadville... Everything is Asad magnified and personified... I see him...walking up to me...in his vest and jeans...I see me drooling in a corner...oogling him...pining for him...then my image shifts to when he is walking towards the pool...in nothing but his surf shorts...OMG...I see myself mock fainting...once again..drooling at his...epicness...
Next...I am soaking wet...floating in the very pool where Asad had been swimming all this while...that frigging... greek god...He touches me...OMG I can feel the bolts of electricity coursing through my body...even now...He is so close...His breath is fanning my ears..OMG...I see my self...faint again...
The next 2 hours I find myself...sitting across him, trying my best not to stare at him...He is lazy, nonchalant and very relaxed...
He answers all my stupid questions...and soon his indifference and relaxed demeanor calms my nerves and we move away from monotonous question and onto easily flowing conversation... I am as cautious as a hawk...noting every minute detail he is sharing. It seems like the 15 year old Zoya that had been dying to get a sneak peek into his life is finally getting her hearts desires...All her questions were getting their answers. And she was beyond elated...
He tells me about his early life, his passion for music, his trials and efforts and I listen intently...
He is no doubt very cautious in what he shares but I don't mind...Anything is better than nothing..
This is how the day goes by..I follow him around as he goes about his day..In 2 hours I am back in my dress and finally a little less nervous...
I still feel the jitters if he comes a little closer, but overall I handle the situation good...
He shows me the house...his studio and what he is currently working on...I take notes like a diligent student..
By the time its 6 and time for me to leave...I have enough information and insight on Mr Asad Ahmed Khan to keep me up all night day dreaming..
Hence here I am...going back and forth from reality to Asadville...
My clock buzzes 12 am...
Damn it...I've been lost in his thoughts for the last hour...
I pull on my duvet and switch off the lights...Now I feel like a complete idiot...How the hell does a 25 year old girl lose to her irrational,teenage fantasies of a guy...who doesn't even know who she is...let alone bothering to think about her...This is just bull...
I take a few more jabs at myself and finally let sleep take over...I still think about Asad and the thought that..he wouldn't even spare her a second in his thoughts...
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Have I ever seen her before?? Why do I feel I have?? Deja' vu my mind keeps telling me, but still I cant place her. Those eyes look familiar. I think I've seen them in my dreams...Damn this is insane...How can that be..I am meeting her for the first time. But Zoya,that name...where the heck have I heard that name before???
I feel frustrated.She has just left and she forgot to take her thoughts along. She left them here for me to deal with them.
I curse a lil and focus my energies on strumming my guitar. I need to get this tune out of my head. I try a few combinations, a few different chords and strum away. I am glad its midnight and I am all alone in my studio. Titan and Eva lay by my side, sleeping soundly, enjoying the erratic strumming of my guitar. I like this.My solitary confinement, my alone time. Everything about my life is so public that I crave this silence. All my life I've been surrounded by people when all I have ever seeked for is anonymity. I have never had that. Be it in school or in college, I was always that guy everyone knew, the guy every gal wanted to date and every guy wanted to diminish. I didn't care for any of it. I just cared about my music, my family and my privacy.
I got most of it, so I can't complain. I shake off these thoughts and continue with my strumming.
I saw you, you smiled..
I asked you to stay for a while..
Oh Girl you..took be by surprise..
I sing these lines and the music fills the booth...I think of her.She just comes back to my thoughts...I cant help but accept,she is beautiful. A very natural kind of beautiful. He face has that glow I don't see in the girls I've dated, or the ones that hang around.
She is petite but I like that.I smirk as I see where my thoughts are taking me..
Focus Asad I scold myself. I grab my tee from the stool and wipe some sweat off my bare body. I choose to feel the heat.I don't like the stale air of air condiditon, but I am almost tempted...its damn hot in here...
I continue, but I am lacking my drive, so finally I give up. I stand up, put on my slippers, grab my disposed tee and water bottle and walk back to my house. Titan and Evan instantly wake up and follow suit.
I walk out to the lawn and stretch a little, relaxing my stiff muscles.I hug my bear torso and twist to losen up.It feels good. Grabbing a chilled beer from the pool bar, I walk up to the pool and sit down.
With beer in one hand, legs sprawled lazily I just sip and enjoy the night.
I think of nothing at all, I am just being
And then...here comes a thought
May be I should ask her out...
Where the hell did that come from...I shake my head ,in efforts to shake that thought away...
I am not ready to date...its too soon...Its been only 2 months since I broke up with Angela...and I am not ready to indulge in another attempted relationship...I've been burned enough...
Still her image doesn't leave my mind..She is tempting me to defy my own desires. Something inside me wants to try, something inside me tells me...this will be different...But I don't listen to it...I've been fooled enough..I remember of how my past has been...I've always treaded in directions that have left me scarred...Thankfully with time I have learned to distance myself from attachments...I like being on my own...Angela was my last mistake...my last effort at love...I am done with it now...No more...
I push her thought out of my head and stand up...I make my way back and keep telling myself it is just professional...She is here to do her job, and I am doing this for Najma...She has always loved that magazine..and only because she insited...I agreed to do this..
Already I have second thoughts of cutting this interview short..but I cant...I have made a commitment...and I wont back off..
I get back to the house and walk up My to the bedroom...Stripping myself bare..I lay on my bed and look at the ceiling...I allow one last thought about her...and then shut that door...
I check my phone and smile at the messages Najma sends me...I skim through them...a certain quote triggers a latent memory in my head...
A hazy recollection of my school times come to my mind...Someone's laughter, a soft smell of roses...tug at my attention...I try to focus but I can't see clearly...All I can feel is this warmth that I had once felt...a long time ago...it's a fleeting moment that comes and goes never bothering to reveal itself...leving behind nothing but..a dull lulling ache...
Finally I let it all go...and...sleep...a sleep filled with questions. That I know I never ask...its my heart...interrogating...
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Did you already meet your soulmate and choose to walk away from each other? Was the intensity too much? Did it scare you? Was it overwhelming? Was it too hard? Will you have a second chance with them later down the road? Will you miss them forever? Yes, probably. Will you learn something about unconditional love from them? Yes, probably.
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