Better Remind yourself that you're a
physics student
I guess that this is an apt title for writing an intense note about what happens on you when a girl and her captivating reserve or introvert persona almost envelopes all of your heart and you suddenly realize that physics and love don't go in sync with each other . The ecstasy of beauty remains to be the biggest challenge that you still need to conquer. It's like a trap, you know, it's there right there and you knowingly fall into, knowing the consequence can be fatal, but still, you don't stop following a dangerous pathway …..
To start with, you are sitting in a classroom well divided from centre, as if the centre defines the segregation, indeed required when you are a physics student …
It is the dividing line that clearly distinguishes that on the left are the laborious devoted diligent spontaneous girls and on the right are the notorious boys (barring a few) who spare not even a single chance to pull anybody's leg or tease anyone and do not leave any moment flaunting any remark and laughing wildly - feral species !
And all of sudden, while your frivolous talks are still on air, there arrives a girl, tall enough to look into your eyes straight , her pretty smile , although the least expressive ,thoroughly introvert and shy (only what that seems from first impression) ,her white skin spotless ,intact without any blemish ,her innocence ,her simplicity, her eyes wide -purity flows from them ;A pair of glasses-frame less over her eyes which all the let you drown yourself from her eyes deep down to her heart . In yellow salvar suit she almost leaves you awestruck and while you are on the musical trip of romantic collections that have started ruling your mind …
Mathematical Methods in Physics is what you see on the board very clearly boldly and conspicuously suggesting you the harsh reality. It almost bruises the cushion of love that surrounded your heart a little while ago .In an ultimate despair, you put all you concentration on the board. You find that your eyes are reading vector calculus and your heart is throbbing, singing and your mind all of sudden in chase of the words (This time you realize that what really you lack is the vocabulary; all else is there - expressions sensations emotions and instrument to express them has been rusted for years since you hardly have compulsory English for 5 years or so)
.A poet is born-adoring her beauty, trying to put them in words
A sculptor is born –carving her beauty deep inside your heart .
Almost everything has turned out to be as beautiful as nature in springs
Beauty –as you feel is divine, unbound, something that can’t be expressed in word. It’s like truth –Truth something which can’t be defined, it is something which when expressed looses itself ….
All of sudden, meanwhile she introduces herself and you are once again drowned in her eloquent way of speaking …
Oh my God! Says your heart with almost a cold sigh ,you breath speed doubles …as if you have fallen for her and then you jolt yourself from deep inside convincing yourself that it is just a crush ,nothing else !!
For three years, rigorous mathematics has almost made you dry and if some beautiful girl has struck your mind and has far flung open door of your heart, it’s no big deal ….
Although deep down you know that your conviction is not too strong and it is something that you feel is the need of the hour to just comfort yourself…Deep down ,although ,you know you are crazy for her and somehow it is not something that can be settled under the tag friendship.
Strangely and almost an electric response that haunts you is,”dost hum chunte hain par pyaar humein chunta hai “(We choose friends by our will but on contrary love chooses us!).Unknowingly without knocking the doors of our heart, it breaks into our heart and lights up every corner of our heart which was earlier filled with darkness of solitude and desperation. The heart which you saved almost we saved from all sort of distractions in schools has suddenly freed from our control and is on a wild roam and the melancholy that covered your heart intensifies, longing to interact, craving to know her, eagerly wanting to talk …
And then with almost an unfailing resolve, you determine to deter yourself from such thoughts but in vain ….
You have suffered from this many times, so you remind yourself that you are just lovesick and moreover now you are a physics student …..
An exuberating long breath you take and strong willed with eyes all wide open you ready yourself to take your Quantum Mechanics lecture with utmost seriousness.
As lecture progresses, mundane and board filled up with all weird notations and symbols, you yawn and as you stretch your arms and on the left you again happen to see her and stealthily you glance and deep down once again your heart throbs with unusual emotions...
Now as you know, after lecture, people flock around you to know your hindutva philosophy and they always come to you to get your almost radical views on religion, politics, terrorism, state of economy and many other issues in which they think that you have a special opinion but today the heart that as of now has always been rebellious, revolutionary and a Hindu nationalist has today been covered by the mist of love and despair to talk to her has since morning been pricking you ….
In crowd all around you your eyes sneak from the gap of two people to just get a glimpse ….
And you start orating a little louder to just grab her attention but you know, she is not the usual one...
Even if she has something to say, she is not going to say it that early ..
She is someone who would patiently settle down and when she feels she is comfortable then only she will erupt…
She is someone who does not wear her heart on her sleeves...
In laboratory, when she calls you abruptly, out of blue, instead of connecting wires, you connect yourself to her eyes...
A flock of hair has covered left side of her face …
And now you know that tragedy has happened ….
Where are the wires you hardly know
where on the board are you connecting them you hardly chance to see them …
What are you talking is something, that your heart isn’t talking
Synthesis of heart and head in the conversation hasn’t been there
Heart is beating with sweetest emotions while head is talking technicalities of electronics …Fish….
I guess that this is an apt title for writing an intense note about what happens on you when a girl and her captivating reserve or introvert persona almost envelopes all of your heart and you suddenly realize that physics and love don't go in sync with each other . The ecstasy of beauty remains to be the biggest challenge that you still need to conquer. It's like a trap, you know, it's there right there and you knowingly fall into, knowing the consequence can be fatal, but still, you don't stop following a dangerous pathway …..
To start with, you are sitting in a classroom well divided from centre, as if the centre defines the segregation, indeed required when you are a physics student …
It is the dividing line that clearly distinguishes that on the left are the laborious devoted diligent spontaneous girls and on the right are the notorious boys (barring a few) who spare not even a single chance to pull anybody's leg or tease anyone and do not leave any moment flaunting any remark and laughing wildly - feral species !
And all of sudden, while your frivolous talks are still on air, there arrives a girl, tall enough to look into your eyes straight , her pretty smile , although the least expressive ,thoroughly introvert and shy (only what that seems from first impression) ,her white skin spotless ,intact without any blemish ,her innocence ,her simplicity, her eyes wide -purity flows from them ;A pair of glasses-frame less over her eyes which all the let you drown yourself from her eyes deep down to her heart . In yellow salvar suit she almost leaves you awestruck and while you are on the musical trip of romantic collections that have started ruling your mind …
Mathematical Methods in Physics is what you see on the board very clearly boldly and conspicuously suggesting you the harsh reality. It almost bruises the cushion of love that surrounded your heart a little while ago .In an ultimate despair, you put all you concentration on the board. You find that your eyes are reading vector calculus and your heart is throbbing, singing and your mind all of sudden in chase of the words (This time you realize that what really you lack is the vocabulary; all else is there - expressions sensations emotions and instrument to express them has been rusted for years since you hardly have compulsory English for 5 years or so)
.A poet is born-adoring her beauty, trying to put them in words
A sculptor is born –carving her beauty deep inside your heart .
Almost everything has turned out to be as beautiful as nature in springs
Beauty –as you feel is divine, unbound, something that can’t be expressed in word. It’s like truth –Truth something which can’t be defined, it is something which when expressed looses itself ….
All of sudden, meanwhile she introduces herself and you are once again drowned in her eloquent way of speaking …
Oh my God! Says your heart with almost a cold sigh ,you breath speed doubles …as if you have fallen for her and then you jolt yourself from deep inside convincing yourself that it is just a crush ,nothing else !!
For three years, rigorous mathematics has almost made you dry and if some beautiful girl has struck your mind and has far flung open door of your heart, it’s no big deal ….
Although deep down you know that your conviction is not too strong and it is something that you feel is the need of the hour to just comfort yourself…Deep down ,although ,you know you are crazy for her and somehow it is not something that can be settled under the tag friendship.
Strangely and almost an electric response that haunts you is,”dost hum chunte hain par pyaar humein chunta hai “(We choose friends by our will but on contrary love chooses us!).Unknowingly without knocking the doors of our heart, it breaks into our heart and lights up every corner of our heart which was earlier filled with darkness of solitude and desperation. The heart which you saved almost we saved from all sort of distractions in schools has suddenly freed from our control and is on a wild roam and the melancholy that covered your heart intensifies, longing to interact, craving to know her, eagerly wanting to talk …
And then with almost an unfailing resolve, you determine to deter yourself from such thoughts but in vain ….
You have suffered from this many times, so you remind yourself that you are just lovesick and moreover now you are a physics student …..
An exuberating long breath you take and strong willed with eyes all wide open you ready yourself to take your Quantum Mechanics lecture with utmost seriousness.
As lecture progresses, mundane and board filled up with all weird notations and symbols, you yawn and as you stretch your arms and on the left you again happen to see her and stealthily you glance and deep down once again your heart throbs with unusual emotions...
Now as you know, after lecture, people flock around you to know your hindutva philosophy and they always come to you to get your almost radical views on religion, politics, terrorism, state of economy and many other issues in which they think that you have a special opinion but today the heart that as of now has always been rebellious, revolutionary and a Hindu nationalist has today been covered by the mist of love and despair to talk to her has since morning been pricking you ….
In crowd all around you your eyes sneak from the gap of two people to just get a glimpse ….
And you start orating a little louder to just grab her attention but you know, she is not the usual one...
Even if she has something to say, she is not going to say it that early ..
She is someone who would patiently settle down and when she feels she is comfortable then only she will erupt…
She is someone who does not wear her heart on her sleeves...
In laboratory, when she calls you abruptly, out of blue, instead of connecting wires, you connect yourself to her eyes...
A flock of hair has covered left side of her face …
And now you know that tragedy has happened ….
Where are the wires you hardly know
where on the board are you connecting them you hardly chance to see them …
What are you talking is something, that your heart isn’t talking
Synthesis of heart and head in the conversation hasn’t been there
Heart is beating with sweetest emotions while head is talking technicalities of electronics …Fish….
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