When I saw him last time, it was a major disappointment. But hey, he is an icon by his writing. And one of the concept haunts us even today, to fall in love (ok, ok, infatuation) at the first sight. Cliche? The sight has to be like this: you see the girl for fraction of a second in a bus going to the opposite direction. So you immediately jump down from your own (doesn't matter if you're on your way to an interview), cross the street and get onto the other bus. Hoping for another glimpse. Maybe, if, perhaps, an eye contact. 
And you forget to get down when she did.
Switch to 2010. I saw her coming down the opposite lane, in a spanking clean white santro. The large sunglass covers most of her face. Immediately what you can do is to take a handbrake turn, and start tailgating her. And you know she won't let you down when she squeezes through two confused autos. So you chase, in a hope when she stops at red, you can probably get a spot next to her, to have a look, maybe if possible make an eye contact. Yeah I know that would have been the time to release the imprisoned larks, but maybe she wouldn't mind an appreciative nod? But alas, she is too good a driver. You have to jump signals to keep up, forget overtaking. To set mood, you frantically search for Joe Satriani in car-iPod, and `Surfing with the Alien' fills the air. You murmur apologies to all fellow road users for cutting them sharp, and know that none can appreciate your rush. After deviating from your usual route by a good 3km, the moment comes. She stops, so uncharacteristic, on an amber. Was she looking at rearview mirror? You stop next to her. The filmstar like shades are too dark to see through. There goes green, and you look for next U turn to continue with rest of your life. The day is already made.
Sunil had it easy. Catching a bus in Kolkata is far less riskier than a race in Bangalore traffic.
And you forget to get down when she did. Switch to 2010. I saw her coming down the opposite lane, in a spanking clean white santro. The large sunglass covers most of her face. Immediately what you can do is to take a handbrake turn, and start tailgating her. And you know she won't let you down when she squeezes through two confused autos. So you chase, in a hope when she stops at red, you can probably get a spot next to her, to have a look, maybe if possible make an eye contact. Yeah I know that would have been the time to release the imprisoned larks, but maybe she wouldn't mind an appreciative nod? But alas, she is too good a driver. You have to jump signals to keep up, forget overtaking. To set mood, you frantically search for Joe Satriani in car-iPod, and `Surfing with the Alien' fills the air. You murmur apologies to all fellow road users for cutting them sharp, and know that none can appreciate your rush. After deviating from your usual route by a good 3km, the moment comes. She stops, so uncharacteristic, on an amber. Was she looking at rearview mirror? You stop next to her. The filmstar like shades are too dark to see through. There goes green, and you look for next U turn to continue with rest of your life. The day is already made.
Sunil had it easy. Catching a bus in Kolkata is far less riskier than a race in Bangalore traffic.