Sunday, October 09, 2005

The Perfect Proposal

He had been wanting to do this for a very long time now. He liked her, in fact, he loved her... and tonight he was going to tell her....

It was all planned out .... he had picked out the perfect dress for her, was sending it over with a note saying "I would love to see you wearing this at dinner tonight", take her out for dinner in the most posh restaurant in the city, let the waiters serve champagne with an engagement ring in her glass.... it would be the perfect night, the perfect proposal. The restaurant booking had been done, the dress had been bought, the waiters had been forewarned, he had learned a romantic poem to recite to her :

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

He read the lines... he heard his voice say them out loud as he practiced in front of a mirror... and he realized how much this meant to him. He thought back on all their times spent together... their first meeting, when he had been too busy staring at her best friend to notice her.... then after 30 minutes noticing how she shyly brushed her hair off her face, and then her eyes crinkling with amusement at his amateurish attempts at impressing her friend. He had gotten angry at her then for making him look stupid, but now he knew he was only angry with himself for being soo stupid.

They had started out as friends, the hi-and-bye variety. Then one fine day, he called her to wish her on her birthday, and she called him a few days later to ask for some notes, and then phone conversations became a regular affair. He called her every night at 11 p.m. and they often spoke till 2-3 a.m. about everything and nothing - about life, and movies and songs and family, and philiosphy, and the past and the future and the garbage bin down the street and the state of the education system and the perfect tea and..... After a few months, they started studying together, and going out for coffee and conversations, and then movies.... He loved the way she was when she was with him - very demure, very sweet - she didn't even talk to other guys, but she trusted him - as if he was the best guy in the whole world and she knew already how he felt about her.

6 months passed by, they passed out from college, joined jobs in different cities, and then started the daily chat routines and Google Talk once a week.... and phone conversations sometimes...

And now they were meeting after a year of work - a year when they hadn't seen each other. And as he practised his lines in front of the mirror, he realized how happy he was, how excited, how thrilled. He loved her, and he was going to see her again after a whole year. And he was going to propose and they were going to get married, and live happily ever after. He would see her everyday morning at breakfast, and everyday night at dinner - life would be perfect.

They met at the restaurant and she looked even more prettier in the dress than he had imagined....and he again marvelled at how perfect life was going to be. Surely the fact that she wore the dress only confirmed that she liked him too. They ordered, and he asked the waiter to dedicate "Everything I do" by Bryan Adams to her, and she blushed and smiled sweetly and his heart soared with pleasure. She then announced that she had news : She had been transferred to the city where he was staying and they could now keep meeting, and it was like icing on the cake.

The food arrived - shrimp, pasta, salad, and the champagne... and when she looked down into the glass and saw the ring, she shrieked with delight !!! Yes she loved him too !!! And she was soooo happy !!! She got soo excited - she held his hands, stood up, and started jumping for joy !! The waiters all came around to congratulate them and she was soo happy she started dancing, still holding his hands, and people started watching them, and the waiters started smiling and clapping their hands ....

And he was shocked !!! Where was the sweet shy girl who he had fallen in love with? Who was this bold female who would dance so vulgarly in front of a clapping crowd !! How much had she changed in just 1 year !!!

And how was he ever going to break up with her ???

Inspite of all his plans, it wasn't the perfect night after all.


  1. The story is sooo realistic that I doubt if its a figment of imagination!!

  2. That was one hell of a twister! The normal mind is trained to imagine a breakup at the end of something so
    perfect... nothing can be so perfect.. can it?

    So, well.. ur story did hv a break-up (an indication atleast).. but not the way it was expected.. outcome with the
    highest probability was one where she would say - 'i am already engaged'..

    I liked the end :) Seems much more realistic than the one I talked abt above.. I am not sure if he'll be able to break-up
    though.. one reason - he should take some time to decide.. it could just be that she's still the same.. she was just so
    overjoyed at that moment that she wanted to celebrate it that way..

    Finally, I just wonder if one can know another person COMPLETELY? It feels like the problem that classifiers of the
    generative-model face ;) There just isn't enough data! The guy knew her so well... but hadn't seen her react to a
    proposal before.. he made a wrong prediction of how she should've reacted!

    I'd better stop here :D .. i must be sounding crazy already i guess..

  3. Who are you - Kafka reincarnated? And what happens when you write a simple-boy-meets-girl- and-they-live-happily-ever-after kind of story - does it hurt or something?

    Nice story, though :)

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  5. really nice story've been blessed with the gift of writing short stories..keep it up!

    -anand vaidya