Monday, March 14, 2011

Pure.

Sittting in the central lobby of the building,I was trying to selct candidates for an important task.Boys lined up  along the corridors emanating from the lobby and the girls looking down at me from the staircase across threatening to tear down the self made barricade and inundate my surroundings.Cacaphony,disorder,pushing and jostling for a place to be there,rampant.This when the name was to be called out for coming over to me.Could'nt understand the reason for all the hullabaloo.But then I think it is in the nature of young ones to be restless.
She came down the stairs wearing well fitting jeans and a Kurta from the crowd of churidars and uniforms.My boss sitting next to me,nudged,indicating this could be the candidate that we were looking for.Having worked the whole evening trying to find one such specimen who could fit the bill,she appeared like a relief.I could'nt dare show the relief least she flees.Girls that age are very volatile and imaginative.Relief could easily have got understood as being interested,my 42 yrs notwithstanding and that would have been curtains for the evenings celebrations over the lucky find.She was attractive,soft spoken  intelligent and interested in doing what we offered.Our offering being,lots of physical and mental hardwork to achieve a  goal to be selected as the Best.She knew she was better than what we needed but humoured us and kept up from thereon with me for reasons...........To cut the beautiful story short,I'm still standing where i left her and wondering ,Yoon Hota To Kya Hota......Stupid.And I am 49.