Professor Sridhar- Part 1

Yes, I fell in love with another professor in the same college where I fell in love with Vinod ‘Sir’ (Sridhar story happened way before Vinod’s).

There were times when I used to be late to college. One such time, I was under the impression that there was no session because the concerned lecturer was on leave. But when I walked into the class, I saw a really smart-looking man taking a lecture. He saw me at the entrance of the door and asked me to come in. For no reason at all, I was super shy.

His class was excellent. It was interactive, humorous, and engaging. We then had an ‘interview’ session with him (it was supposed to be a faux interview, where he was Yediyurapa and us – the class – were the interviewers). Whatever question I asked him, he refused to answer, and I was soon losing my patience. He noticed my impatience and quickly told me, “Hey, don’t take offence, this is all part of the act.” I gave him a wide grin.

Then came his next session. I was late as usual, but as I was hurrying in, he said, “Aww, I was missing you. Glad you could make it.” I think that was the first time I blushed so much in my entire life. That’s when it all began – the undying love. I was keen to keep in touch with him. Every time we had our computer class, I would log into Gmail, and start chatting with him on Gtalk.

By his next session, we had all taken him for granted, we weren’t listening to him, and he lost his cool. He gathered his stuff and walked out of the class. We were all shocked. I think of the lot, I felt the guiltiest. As soon as I had access to a computer, I pinged him and apologized. He asked me not to worry about it, and then we soon started sharing personal stories. He told me he was a divorcee. His wife was pregnant, and she did not intend to let him see the child. He was sad; I was worried.

Soon I became his confidante, and we spoke every day. Post-grad was coming to an end, and it was time for me to go to Mumbai for my internship. The day before I was supposed to leave, he gave me a call and said he was coming home to meet me. I was flustered. I panicked. I thought I’d had to invite him over to my home, but when he reached, he asked me to meet him at the end. I was ecstatic. We spoke for a few seconds, and then he gifted me some magazines and a bunch of chocolates. He told me that was how I could while away time during my train journey. He also handed me the train schedule and told me I could track the stops through that. I asked him if he’d like to come home, but he declined my offer. We said our goodbyes, and he left.

I still remember that feeling with which I walked back into the building and my home. All I was thinking about was what a gentleman he was. He was courteous, thoughtful, and generous. Little did I know that rascal (I say ‘rascal’ in a pleasant friendly manner) knew precisely what he was doing and was well aware that he had successfully planted his plan in my mind.

#men will be men

When I Thought I Was In Love #1

The day I became a postgraduate in new media journalism, I decided that I would tell the guy I had a massive crush on, that I was in love with him. He was my ‘movie’ lecturer. Before I go on, that one solid year of new media journalism came with learning the trades of news reading, documentary creation, content creation, and everything related to journalism, which included classes on how to make a movie. That’s how he became my ‘movie’ lecturer.

His name – Vinod.

He was tall, dark, and not handsome. But there was something about him. He was charming in a funny way, and he was scared of me. That’s right. After getting the results of the first test we wrote, I was super upset that he didn’t give me full marks for the brilliant answers I had written. I stormed up to him, and started fighting with him tooth and nail (I’m hyperbolic here), and made sure he gave me a 49/50. Post that, there were times when he would take a movie session, and I would be so engrossed in looking at him, that he would freak out and ask me what’s up with me. He always told me he felt like I was staring at him and plotting his murder. I kind of thought that was funny.

But then the year came to an end, and it was my graduation day. I was hell-bent on making him, my boyfriend. I walked up to him and asked him to join me for lunch. He hesitated but then relented. While we were having dessert, I told him that I had a massive crush on him and inched towards proposing him. He gave me an apologetic smile and said, “I’m married.” What happened post that was a whir of embarrassment. I refused to believe that he was married. He then called out to two of the lecturers in the college and asked them to let me know if he was married or not. They both responded in the affirmative, but I didn’t give in.

I mean, for crying out loud! He didn’t look old at all. I asked him how old he was and he said he was bloody 23!! I was furious. He was obviously lying, and so were the other lecturers. 23 and married, and this was back in 2011…riiiiiight? He attempted to get up and dump his plates, but I didn’t let him. It seemed like he was beginning to get petrified. I tried to make sure he was glued to his seat until I could convince him to go out with me. But that ship didn’t sail. He did manage to convince me that he was not single and that he was married. He showed me his ring, and another lecturer self-invited herself to the conversation and spoke about how he had a love marriage.

I zoned out. It was just like you see in movies (you will hear this line every time I talk about my weird love stories) Everything seemed to be a blur: their voices, faces, and annoying gestures. When I came to in a couple of minutes, I got up and walked away. He was polite enough to follow me and apologized. I graciously accepted his apology, wished him well, and walked away. Away from that college, away from him, and away from the memories I created in my mind of him and me living together.

#Crush No. 4

P.S. The #1 in the title doesn’t indicate that that was the first time I fell in love. It’s just a reference to my first post on the topic of my many crushes. Heeee.