Season 2: Episode I (:-P)

Destiny!

Destiny! Fate! Luck! Kismet! Bhagya!

Whatever you call it, but I’m sure it does exist. When something is destined to happen, you and I cannot stop it from happening. No! My friends, I’m not trying to hammer any heavy philosophies on your intelligent brains. Maybe, it’s one of those ‘Pyaar ke side effects’, that everything seems, means, a little different than what it used to be. Meaningless songs become deeply meaningful, boring flowers blossom in a way that they look beautiful, wandering clouds arrange themselves to shape your dreams, the cool breeze in the morning tickles you…….. It does sound filmy, but believe me, it happens.

Tanvi, the queen of angels misplaced by the heavens and dropped from clouds to this mere land of humans called Earth. Ever wondered how Mr. Mihir did find her out, out of six billion other human beings? Isn’t it the game of destiny that two people living in different worlds, far away from each other were brought together without giving them any signal or clue? I mean, come on people. You know it. There should be some lightning or some storm or something, right?

None of us were from Pune and yet everything arranged itself in a manner to bring us together. You guys read ‘what’ happened. And sorry to disappoint you, but it’s impossible to explain ‘why’ it happened. Anyhow, ever wondered ‘how’ the stage was set by ‘the game of destiny’? We had no common friends, no way of knowing each other, living far away from each other, busy with own lives and none of us ever believed in the thing that was known as something called ‘Love’.

You know, why I appeared in the stage of action. The purpose was ‘Education’.

Flashback!!! Summer, 2005. I was sitting on the sofa, with legs on the coffee tables, nuts in one hand and remote control in other, at my aunt’s place in Pune. After screwing up my NTS exam, careless about the world, I was surfing from cartoon network to ESPN to Aaj tak to……… Careless, because it was obvious. I did not touch any book for so many days, just to protest my parents’ decision. They wanted me to attend a class in Pune during vacations for the NTSE, and if that was not enough, they decided that I should stay in Pune, complete my junior college and prepare for engineering entrance exams.

Now, I’m sure, many of you, at that moment would have been very happy to finally get out there in the real world. But, I certainly was not… I was in my hometown for all sixteen years of my life with all friends, family, home and my life there. So many plans and pranks with friends were still to reach their destination. So many games were still on the board. So many corners still unexplored. So, it was certainly, surprise for me.

It was three weeks that the cold war between me and my parents was going on. I hardly talked to them, to protest and show my objection. And my parents knew that was going to happen, so, though they were not happy about it, but a little relaxed.

Finally, they decided to have a round table conference with me and asked what my objection was actually?

“It’s very straightforward. I don’t want to go to Pune. That’s my objection. I told you guys that I’ll go outside after my 12^th and I can study from home. So, why should I go to Pune?”, I replied quickly.

Maybe, within 10 minutes I started to think, do I have a valid point here? 15 minutes and I started thinking; my side is certainly getting weaker. 20 minutes, I started to think, do I have a point at all? And as I kept talking, I thought, aren’t I talking rubbish? There was no point to defend, right? Then, what’s the matter really? What am I protesting for? I’m sure there’s some reason. I can feel it from inside. But, then what is it?

And we went on talking and talking. And suddenly I said, “How can you decide something about my life, without asking me even once?”

That was it. That was the reason, I realized. See, my parents, which I can say are the coolest parents one can have, did not even bother to ask me what I wanted then. For all these years, my parents always let me take decisions for myself. And they always supported my decisions, correct as well as wrong ones. And that’s what was bothering me. They took this decision on my behalf and did not take my opinion. It was so simple.

And then within minutes, it was all resolved. I had no dissent now. And Mihir Doot was all set for Pune. That’s how my ticket was booked for Pune.

But Tanvi… From a family belonging to Marwar, Rajasthan, born in Hyd and brought up in Mumbai. Isn’t it ‘Game of Destiny’, my friends, that her family shifted to Pune just a couple of years ago?

Even after coming to Pune, she had made up her mind to go for Fergusson College for her plus two education. And at the last moment, because of just a phone call before entering the admission cell, she ended up with a admit card in SP College. Dice rolled again and I came out of admission cell with the last admit card for the same class.

Believe me or not guys, though we did not knew each other then, the destiny knew what the game is and the dice were in place to roll again and again.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .