Reporting live from Zurich! Spain v/s Tunisia...
This entry is unique in the sense that it is live reporting. I am sitting post dinner in the dining room of my hostel where they have set up a huge screen for the footer matches. And people from all over the world who live here (refer to a previous post for details) , have found cosy corners in the room and have selected a team to support and are happy with their lives.
It is strange how my favourite team changes from day to day and is subject to so many factors. For example, in all matches involving Poland, I support Poland :D. Strange as it may sound, it is true. The reason - simple, there is this cute Polish girl Anja. QED. :D
Just now, a cute Italian girl (havent asked name yet) wished me goodnite and went to bed. Ah! Italian females! Goddesses. Bronzed skin, because of the Mediterranean climate and sun. And blue eyes, and brown hair. Not like the typical extra fair, blonde swiss. (I seem to be getting choosy :P) There are two Italian females in my hostel. I meet them twice daily, breakfast table and then dinner table.
And for these Italian females, I support Italy in all its matches. But as luck would have it, all these females have readymade boyfriends by default.
But I dont give up hope. Breakups are after all a reality.
There is this interesting anecdote. I met a swiss girl while coming back from lab in my first week. Name was Evelyne (Spain misses the chance of a third goal). The conversation with her started on a very strange note. I asked this other gentleman for direction and nodded a 'yes' in the conventional Indian style by shaking head from left to right. (Europeans strictly follow the up and down for yes) (Penalty for Spain). She had been to India and she recognized this style. (Spain scores). She smiled. We got talking for the remainder of bus journey. Then goodbye. Incidentally we got off at the same stop.
Now height of coincidence. I meet her again on same bus a fortnight later. I was returning from my prof's house after a good dinner and lots of white wine (refer to a previous post for details). This time the conversation started much more easily. She works in a bank. She wanted help on databases. And my project is in the same field. :D All going smooth. We get down. I ask her for her number. She rummages in her handbag. Makes a joke of it being a girl's bag and things could never be found once put it. Asks me to come with her to her house where she would write me her number. I agree. Time : 11:30 pm. We talk merrily about India, life, Switzerland, Photography as we near her house (which is very close to where I live). (I am only describing facts, keeping the thoughts of the moment to myself). (Spain wins 3-1)
Just infront of her house, she stops and says "Ah! The light is on, My fiance must have come back. Adrian, he had gone out for some work". I recover quickly. Accept offer of coming in for a drink. The couple had gone on many trips to India, Kerala and Rajasthan. Showed me pics and artifacts that they had purchased. Were planning their next trip. We talked for an hr. And then I bade the happy couple goodbye. Was pleased to see them so happy and content in life. And I proceeded with life.
Now, I have her card. I got a new phone connection too. Called her up once. Reached her voice mail. Left a message. Am still waiting for a reply. This was last week. Havent had the courage to call since then.
Life moves on. Match is over. Spain moves on to next round. People have gone to room to sleep. As I said, life moves on.
50 days since I came here. Thoughts, too many, too complex, too simple, too unreasonable, too muddled. But I am happy. As always.
It is strange how my favourite team changes from day to day and is subject to so many factors. For example, in all matches involving Poland, I support Poland :D. Strange as it may sound, it is true. The reason - simple, there is this cute Polish girl Anja. QED. :D
Just now, a cute Italian girl (havent asked name yet) wished me goodnite and went to bed. Ah! Italian females! Goddesses. Bronzed skin, because of the Mediterranean climate and sun. And blue eyes, and brown hair. Not like the typical extra fair, blonde swiss. (I seem to be getting choosy :P) There are two Italian females in my hostel. I meet them twice daily, breakfast table and then dinner table.
And for these Italian females, I support Italy in all its matches. But as luck would have it, all these females have readymade boyfriends by default.
But I dont give up hope. Breakups are after all a reality.
There is this interesting anecdote. I met a swiss girl while coming back from lab in my first week. Name was Evelyne (Spain misses the chance of a third goal). The conversation with her started on a very strange note. I asked this other gentleman for direction and nodded a 'yes' in the conventional Indian style by shaking head from left to right. (Europeans strictly follow the up and down for yes) (Penalty for Spain). She had been to India and she recognized this style. (Spain scores). She smiled. We got talking for the remainder of bus journey. Then goodbye. Incidentally we got off at the same stop.
Now height of coincidence. I meet her again on same bus a fortnight later. I was returning from my prof's house after a good dinner and lots of white wine (refer to a previous post for details). This time the conversation started much more easily. She works in a bank. She wanted help on databases. And my project is in the same field. :D All going smooth. We get down. I ask her for her number. She rummages in her handbag. Makes a joke of it being a girl's bag and things could never be found once put it. Asks me to come with her to her house where she would write me her number. I agree. Time : 11:30 pm. We talk merrily about India, life, Switzerland, Photography as we near her house (which is very close to where I live). (I am only describing facts, keeping the thoughts of the moment to myself). (Spain wins 3-1)
Just infront of her house, she stops and says "Ah! The light is on, My fiance must have come back. Adrian, he had gone out for some work". I recover quickly. Accept offer of coming in for a drink. The couple had gone on many trips to India, Kerala and Rajasthan. Showed me pics and artifacts that they had purchased. Were planning their next trip. We talked for an hr. And then I bade the happy couple goodbye. Was pleased to see them so happy and content in life. And I proceeded with life.
Now, I have her card. I got a new phone connection too. Called her up once. Reached her voice mail. Left a message. Am still waiting for a reply. This was last week. Havent had the courage to call since then.
Life moves on. Match is over. Spain moves on to next round. People have gone to room to sleep. As I said, life moves on.
50 days since I came here. Thoughts, too many, too complex, too simple, too unreasonable, too muddled. But I am happy. As always.
posted by Fubu | 10:38 PM
5 Comments:
awww.... everywhere u go, u seem to meet committed chicks. do not loose hope, friend! u still have a few weeks to go :P :P
I am hope personified. So much so, that I consider rings on ring finger to be worn purely for fashion unless otherwise proven. :D
That's another story altogether. She works as a cashier. Meet her occasionally.
hmm hmm.. btw its the same case.. all guys committed! :(
best of luck fubu for remainin days of ur intern....... :D
@tambe - thanks mate :)
@sam - fikar not. read my golden words - 'breakups are after all a reality' :P
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