Sunday, August 06, 2006

An Angel Who Changed My Life…

She came…She smiled…She conquered…”

In our lives, we come across many people of many types. Some who stay in contact with you for a long time but still fail to make an impact, some who are there for a small period, but still are able to leave an everlasting impression…
Well, she was one of those latter kinds of people I talked about.
I had joined this college late and was new, so was she (she joined even later than I). When I saw her, the first thing I noticed about her was her radiant smile. She always seemed to be so full of enthusiasm and zeal that you couldn’t help noticing. Soon, she became the flavor of the class, with loads of friends around her. But, I and another friend of ours shared a special relationship with her. We three were an inseparable group. We used to spend our evenings sitting in the CCD near our college, talking about anything and everything…. oh! How we savored those moments of togetherness. Sometimes we even used to sit in the library (when she used to drag the two of us there for the assignments and studies). We used to have long discussions over many cups of coffees, making the tagline of CCD a reality – “A lot can happen over a cup of coffee”.
It was she who brought us into the in-circle of the class. Still, we preferred her company to anyone else. We three used to hang out for hours together. I had the privilege of spending more time with her, as she was in my group of one of the subjects; in fact the group consisted of the two of us only (how this happened is another story which I will tell you all sometime later).
The two of us used to be at my place for hours together, doing the assignments over numerous cups of coffee, which she used to make. I learnt the art of making amazing coffee from her. There are numerous events that are coming to my mind right now that I want to write about, each having it’s own place in my treasure of memories of the time spent with her, be it the fights we used to have over the answers and interpretations of the assignments, be it the presentation we gave together, or be it the discussions we had over coffee. Well, she and our other friend had a common interest in the Ayn Rand philosophy, most of the time discussing about it, while I was the lone fighter of the Alchemist philosophy. These discussions used to be the major part of our CCD visits.
She taught me many a things, showed me a new way to look at things. It seems now as if she was sent into my life to bring me out of my shell and look at the beauty of the world around me.
One thing she was crazy about was, “chicken”. She just couldn’t resist the temptation. She used to take us to various restaurants for it, it was another thing that she never used to have more than a piece or two, for which we used to tease her also.
She used to find happiness in the smallest of things. You could make her happy by just offering her a bar of chocolate or a cup of coffee (yeah! She was crazy about coffee).
She used to be there whenever I needed her. Many a times, she would be consoling us on our poor internal marks, (yeah, at CCD and over few more cups of coffee).
Everything was going fine, when suddenly I felt alone. She was not there! She was gone! For none so ever a reason, she had left. She was gone from my life. After teaching my how to live, I think her job was done here and she left for another one in need like me.
I still can’t forget the day when I got a phone call from one of my friends, informing me about her sudden bereavement. I was really taken aback! She left a vacant space in my life, which can never be filled by anyone.
Finally, I would like to end with a few lines from one of her favorite songs…

“She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
And she can ruin your faith
with her casual lies
And she only reveals
what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me”
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samiranghosh said...

“For oft,when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”

This verse William Wordsworth embodies the emptiness. I could relate to your post because I also happen to know the person. People come and people go, leaving behind foot prints in our memories. Good writing and I’m really humbled to see that you are so good in describing facts that is so close to your heart.

Shweta said...

Wow! very well written.It was a pleasant surprise to discover ur writing prowess. Keep it up. Would love to read more from you.

Priungkush Chatterjee said...

a beautifully crafted peice of work which making me remeber those days...

and perhaps for a few moments i lived my life in the past rememebring her smile and her excitement...

well well, so we have the revelation of a pensive and shy writer amongst us who has done an outstanding job in his first write up... keep up the good work and brother... keep writing...good luck..

Laghu Sikarwar said...

Hmm.. a wonderful, rather i'd say a compelling read...Hey!!! i'm not as good as you people as far as the magic of words is concerned. I'd stick with my motto to keep it short and simple.

After reading your post, I came to know about a lot of things about which i was in dark. I can only try and understand your loss. One thing that i learnt in life i'd share with you, "You can never bank on anyone".

Hey!!! when can we come over to have that amazing coffee that you learnt to make?????

Gaurav K Gautam said...

U have written a heart touching and very sensitive blog.
I must tel that ur prose writing skills are great.
By the way who is she??

Anugoonj said...

There are somthings which cannot be expressed, for everythng else therz Anish...
tis a dam good display of how to embed expressions to words!!

rahul said...

A well written piece of memoirs.Aap to bakayda hunarmand insaan hai. waise coffee kab pila rahe hai apne meherbaan haatho se ??

sneha aka shrill said...

hi there!
i can understand how it feels after a dear friend leaves u..
the void is irreparable..but again as u had left comments on my goes on...

Meeral said...

Hey MR. Dumbo!
U write really really well..Just wanna know y u chose not to write the details of her bereavement..ok, chuk that. The point still remains that u hook people to read whatever u write.
I really hope u get ur BEST FRIEND back,in someone.

Megha said...

Amazingly simple still profound...ur narrative touches a chord deep inside..everyone would be able to relate to atleast one such person in their lives...u should write more :)

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