Cheers

  6 in the morning. The promise of wake up calls couldn't be kept due to the fickle mobile network. But somehow we all (27 of us) were inside the 22 seater and on our way towards Madikere. Dancing in the bus being common we EC students of SJCE started a mini Q&A session where of course most of the questions were on crushes, pyaar, dosti etc.

  Few secrets revealed, maybe a few were disappointed or a few delighted, but by the time 27 people were fired at (by Q's)  we had reached Pushpagiri (after a breakfast stop).

  Now started one of the best treks i have ever been to. The forest was amazingly pretty. Green..... Green everywhere! Even  the rocks were moss covered. The barks of the trees too were overgrown by ferns. The little sunlight that filtered through too had taken on a tinge of green as though to "blend in".  Such dense trees, few even had mushrooms growing on them, they just reminded me of Forks, the "Twilight" place.

  Most of the times, stumbling along alone I felt like i was in the most beautiful dream ever. A reality so breath taking I didn't want to blink my eyes out the fear of the moments i would lose if i did.

  Maybe the  unadulterated forest with its barely there track inspired the few of us who reached a huge rock covered with water which in the shining sun, looked like ice. With a severe pang we realised that the 2 kms left to the peak would take us an hour more, the hour which we didn't have since our friends were waiting down.

  It felt almost like a physical ache when it dawned that on 13th September at least the peak was not gonna be mine. I had never felt so before, had not missed some'thing' so much. The every step we came down all my mind could think of was that the peak was somewhere up there amidst the clouds and 'I' was moving away from it. The meadow of Forks was waiting for me but.....

  The trek down got over a little too soon for me with the guys talking about Clijsters, Nadal, Federer, Potro, clay, grass and even Pete Sampras. Finally reaching the gang which was there down i kept and still occasionally keep slipping back to the glowing green small place surrounded by trees and find myself feeling just as amazed as i did the first time i saw it. 

Hunk

Our eyes connected. One piercing look was all it took. We had done it. Or rather i had. I had given my heart to him. I kept on looking at him. His easy posture, his elegance, his carefree stand, his dark brown skin, jet black wavy hair.. I know its only girls beauty that is usually described but i couldn't just stop looking at this guy.

He was looking at me too. My heart missed a beat. Everything about him was picture perfect. Even the mud hut to which he was leaning on. I didn't know what to do with him. I felt someone standing beside me at this point.

I very gradually became aware of the curator speaking with me. Since i was one of their VIP visitors he had assumed his constant attention and chatter was what would make me come visiting again. The privacy of enjoying a painting too was being denied for me.

But i really didn't mind. My emotions had got so caught up with my dark man that even in that tiny time we had to ourselves he had ensured that i wouldn't forget him, ever. The intensity of my feelings was being replaced by a happiness, the freedom that i got because i was able to fall in love, it proved to me that i, still, had a heart that craved.

One would naturally assume that the dark man's painting hangs on my wall and that i would look at him every single day. But that would be the spoiler of the charm of our first meet. I would rather remember him with love than make him an object who is supposed to bring back memories.

Y did i decide to Blog?

First of all, can i use those sms shortcuts, i mean short hand, but illegible sometimes to others short hand, as in this blogs title (Y) ? Maybe i can but on the other hand in a long term perspective, considering the scary future dat (that) i may turn into a scary headmistress, lemme i mean let me use the standard english, cheers to all the headmistresses :)

Now, coming back to the mainline, why did i feel like blogging?  Definitely not cause other friends are... Not cause i was reading my friends blog and accidentally signed up to blogspot..... Not at all cause blogging is a trend........... Then y??? Sorry, why???? :)  

That's something am trying to answer right now, why do we have a need to express ourselves, the feeling of sharing our thoughts with the whole wide world.... And more importantly why do we assume that someone would read what we have written?? Not all are jobless!! 

I had since a long time wanted to put down my thoughts somewhere... Am not the diary writing kind of a person, to write what i think and to hide it deeeep down my cupboard. Maybe the fact that in blogs we can express, store our thoughts as well as socialise them appeals to me very much. So is that the reason or is there anyting else??

If i do realise any other reason, however small, here is where i will be scribbling it first :)