Crime,Sin,desperation and Niravana - Part 3 (cont..)

Blues to reds:

I waited for the right oppurtunity.I waited for one whole week before i realised that it was not going to work out this way.

I started looking for a pattern.A pattern that would give an insight about her habits.I found that,

a. She liked reading books - Yes each day she set a note in the communicator.Usually they are famous lines from some books.
b. She logged in by 12:00 pm in the noon - Since she was working in the BPO, she was catering the European clients and     so her work time was from 12:00 pm to 10:00 pm.
c. She went for her tea break @ 4:00pm daily - That was the time, the communicator showed her status as 'away'.

I never thought i had the brains of Sherlock Holmes.If I had put it for a better use, I would have cracked JEE or CAT.

What next???

I double clicked on her name and a messaging window opened up.

"Am i doing the right thing?What if she doesn't even bother to reply? What if she removes me from her contact for messaging her? What if...Come on da machi!!You have gone through this stuff already.Just do it."

    Me: Hi :) I was seraching for some contacts .I came across this interesting status 
          message of  yours and wanted to stop by and say HI :)
    she: Oh thank you :).
           But..
           I dont think i know you :(
    Me: Thats ok! Neither do I :) Am working with Renault IS.What about you?
    she: Oh ok! Sorry i am busy with some work right now.Will catch you later.Bye.
    Me: Okie Dokie!Take care.Bye

Click.I closed the communicator window.I knew she was going to "i am busy with some work right now.Will catch you later"  me.I was not surprised. I expected this.What the fuck? After all these days of ground work and patience , i ended up getting this reply? I did not use the chance properly.I should've waited for a few more days . For her, I was yet another souvenir in her communicator , a souvenir with zero snob value.

As I was contemplating my act, I saw a window pop open in my screen.My heart stopped for a few seconds.I was not able to beleive my eyes.It was from her.

    she:   Which phase are you in?
    Me:   Phase 2,first floor.
    she:   Working with?
    Me:   Renault IS.

That was it. No more reply and i closed the window again. Ahaaa!!!! now i was a bit afraid.I quickly ran a recap of my messages and replies and checked if I had sent anything sexually aggressive or intolerable.These days you dont know what makes a girl feel bad.Is she going to send her boy friend to hit me?Why the hell she wanted to double check my location?Hope she doesnt do anything silly.

For the next few days I was just looking into her status messages.I opened her chat window and closed it.I did this for some hundred times and at one point of time my communicator got disconnected and wouldn't login for an hour or so.Nothing fruitful happened.Whenever i met her in the cafeteria we used to exchange few glances here and there.Nothing romantic.

Later one day, i went to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee.I was sitting there with some of my colleagues.Obviously the time was 4:00 pm . I knew she would come there for her break.For once i became the Nostradamus of 21st century.As i was sipping my coffee,the cafeteria door swung open.There she came, sporting a white salwar and open hair.She swept me off my feet.She looked at me and we shared glances, like we do usually.

One of my colleagues knew I liked her and as she walked by, he passed a comment in tamil.
"thala!unga aalu".(literally translates into : Boss.your figure ;))

Comments like this are considered to be a major boost for guys like me who are deeply and madly in love with someone.I was actually waiting for someone to acknowlege this.Once in my life i felt like a  gorilla.Nobody comes into my territory.Mine is 'MINE'.And when people start accepting it, i am happy and start beating my chest wildly.An act that symbolises victory.

I knew that she was a North Indian and guessed she wouldnt understand Tamil.I just smiled at his comments.
What i didnt guess was this.She had come there with one of her friends who knew tamil.This friend of hers said something in her ears and she turned and looked at me.It was a dry,laconic,rusty,obnoxious,killing and 'what not' stare. I was petrified.She just took her coffee and walked away.

"Okie!Did this happen to me? What would she think of me? I didnt do anything wrong.I just smiled.Probably i should have stood up and left the place even before she could look at me.Or,in the first place i shouldn't have come for a coffee at all."

I knew she was pissed off.I came to my seat and switched on my monitor and opened the communicator.
Instincts!!Instincts i developed over the past few days.

I was shocked.She was offline.She had blocked me.I will not be able to send her any messages.Even a 'Sorry'.

"Do I deserve this kind of punishment?"

I was happy at the same time.

She knew my name.
She knew how i look like.
She knew i liked her.

Wasn't that enough?

to be continued...