I still probably feel sad about this …..but I gave one of my family member the boot.
Someone with whom a relationship was established from the day I got acquainted
with him. My wanderings and indecisiveness in life had led me to one of the
main streets on the capital where I laid eyes on him for the first time….tall,
clean , masculine, polished looks which beckoned to me to make introductions
with him , an undefined urge to have him as a part of my life , to start a chapter
which would last for the days till I took my last breath.
Curbing the excitement within me and with gleaming eyes like
a little child I did take the bold steps towards this towering personality, all
the while a passing thought running in the back of my mind ….will I able to
persuade him to share the feelings I have for him and be reciprocated for the
same. I was confronted and stopped in my tracks by an individual, who claimed
himself to be the caretaker of the
shining star of my eyes. Brief introductions with him and I let him know my
intentions , told him that I would really want to take Mr. Royal ( that’s what
I had nicknamed him at that point of time ) home with me. The fleeting smile
across his face did give me a welcome response , but explanations of the
paperwork and the documentations gave a sudden jolt to my plans. I realized that acheving my dreams was not so
easy as it had seemed. Why should a piece of paper stand in the way of me, and
my beloved, was the question which seemed unsolved at that moment . I as a
matter of fact did not have the required credentials to make Mr.Royal a part of
my life, and me. No amount of negotiations could persuade the caretaker that I
will be able to own him legally as soon as possible. Depressed , dejected I lost
hope about the thought ,and trudged along back home, devising plans that by any
means I have to get Mr.Royal to me.Ethics were out of question , when you are
in awe of something and want it, you can cross all barriers and boundaries to
get it.
Flashforward a few days and I saw Mr.Royal once again at a
neighbouring shop ..the same unsettled demeanour , exuding charm all along,
impressing everyone in contact with him. That was the point I decided that I
will have to utilize all my tactics and antics to get him this time . Its human
tendency, if you dive deep down within yourself you surprise yourself with the
capability you have, to pull a feat which at some point of time seemed
impossible. I finally did it and after a lot of financial compromises and negotiations
came the evening when Mr. Royal- the esteemed walked back with me to my humble
dwellings, and started a journey of
enchanting memories and
experiences ,which till date I cherish and is the reason why I am penning it
down !!
Every morning I would wake up and put my hand on his
shoulder ,and inform him that I am finally living the dream to have him as a
part of my household , to share and give me comfort on my long weaning days and
lonely nights . My better half also took a liking to him, and considered him to
be a part of the family . She did realize how much I loved him, as much I loved
her and those close to me. I shopped for him, to get him the best of clothes ,
shoes , accessories . All my thoughts throughout the day were occupied with how
to make him look more attractive , an object of envy for others . It did happen
,everyone and sundry who came across eyed him with pangs of jealousy , wanted
to share some moments with him , had intentions that they would probably steal
him from me and all other kinds of
thoughts . I was enjoying and living it every moment , the feeling that
I owned him, and possessed him .I think
words are too meager to describe the feeling.
Days , months , years passed . The bonding had definitely
become stronger. We took long rides together traversing the scenic geographies
, engulfing the miles and the black tarmac with ease . Mr.Royal had become an
epitome with me sharing some of the most wonderful escapades from the mundane
life which I live. Together we were buddies forever , drinking gallons to the
miles , with the wind in our faces , crunching the distances with our hearts
singing “ I am a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride , I’m wanted dead or alive “
by Jon Bonjovi ….that song by the way stlll holds a very special place in my
heart ….thanks to Mr. Royal . We were on cloud 9 .
Like all relationships there comes a time when the sailing
is not always smooth , there comes a time when your love, patience and
perseverance is tested . The same situation cropped up in our lives ,Mr.
Royal’s and mine . Niggling issues began cropping up . The more I sorted them,
the more they developed. As a matter of fact affording his almighty became a
task for me, since I was spending a whopping amount to keep him fit and fine .
Gradually what we developed was a love-hate relationship ….the hate part
becoming more and more prominent . With every ugly situation resolved , I hoped
that there would be no more , however I was still faced with more ugly ones . I
started to chastise him , ignorance getting more prominent . I still shared
some good moments with him but the frequency of them were becoming less with
time . What I was hating was that I was spending my time, energy , patience
with him and in return what I got was issues and problems .
I still abhor the day or lets say the moment when the
thought crossed my mind I need to get rid of him for good !!! It was this
devilish feeling which grew with time and took over me to search for
alternatives to oust him from my life . I was not ready to accept Mr. Royal
with his tantrums , either he mended his ways or he was going to get another
house. I surely found and alternative and did what till date I repent, to let
go of Mr.Royal , my partner in rhyme , someone who I do not know where he is
now, and cannot get him back . I still remember the last time I saw him go
…still that magnificient stance , head held high , not looking back at me since I was the ditcher …the one who broke the
promise , the code, brothers forever ! Ironically what I think is that I am the
person missing him and wanting to get him back, than probably him sharing the
same feeling. But alas what is gone is gone …..and reconciliations are what
have to be lived with!!
Well in case if you are wondering who Mr.Royal was …….it was
my red coloured , chromed , gleaming Royal Enfield Thunderbird….my bike, my
soul ….who is lost in oblivion forever !!!!!
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