My Knight in Shining Armour

My Knight in Shining Armour, how easily I called him that, as if I have known him for life or a guiding angel showed me the path to him. The more I meet this fellow the more I feel like kicking him. I mean we hardly agree on anything. If we agree on something that is that we disagree on everything. He is a peace lover and I am not. Now that is not true, but I can’t be a saint when someone is kicking me on my buttocks repeatedly. I agree Gandhiji the great said that you should show the second cheek to anyone who slaps you. But nah I am not that kind though he just may be.
Till now I called him my dream man now it feels like someone pushed me from the 100th storey building making me fall right into reality. The man hates my guts and I hate his kindness. Even I am good. I have been called mother Theresa by many because of the never ending kindness that I have exhibited. But him, he can be given the future Gandhi award. Now is he not brave, cant he box the lights out of someone? NO, that is not true. If he were to throw a punch, an earthquake can occur. Then you ask why do I grumble? because next to him I seem brutal.
Now I am very glad to sacrifice him. I am fed up of his continuous lectures about how I should keep my rage from overflowing. And the problem is that he won’t leave my side. Even if I keep yelling at him, he will keep coming back for more. Does that mean he is deeply in love with me? Not at all! We are friends. Thank you very much. It’s just that he is just that good. He has sworn to remain my close friend. And unlike before the J factor doesn’t arise if he talks about other femmes.
That is where I come back to the very beginning. How easily I called him, My Knight in Shining Armour? I know there is one in my future, or at least I hope there is cause at the end of the day I am a simple gal who needs a simple guy. But after a great blow it has struck me that he is not, definitely not the one.
Someone somewhere said that when you make decisions of love there isn’t any logic. You just have to follow that small voice within you heart.

Sharing the same air with Abu Salem....

If you don’t know who he is google him. Wikipedia says that Abu Salem (born 1968) is an underworld don originally from Azamgarh district in Uttar Pradesh, India. He is convicted for the 1993 Bombay serial blasts case and killing of India's music baron Gulshan Kumar (1997).
Well, it occurred quiet coincidentally. We were travelling in the 2926 Paschim Express from Chandigarh on our way back home. When a little rumour told us that Salem was in the next coach. We sang halleluiah and got off at the next stop to get a good glimpse of him. We behaved like star struck hooligans whose long unheard prayer had come true. My two near and dear friends even clicked a photo with him. All this for Abu Salem. The joy and happiness that he gained from this at of ours was evident in the huge smile of his.
But did we forget the blood he has on his hand. He is the cause for several deaths. We made him a celebrity as if what he did was something totally forgivable or that the killings of the commoners do not matter. But before I berate us I ask myself, did we do it consciously? No, came the answer from deep down. Are we not smart or intelligent enough to understand the stupidity of the affair? No, we have the brains to draw the right conclusions. Then what is it that made us behave in that way? The enthusiasm! I think. I mean what else could drive a set of to-be graduates to behave in such star struck manner.
As I write this even I am confused. The two of my friends who clicked the photo are simpletons. They got carried off a little.. or a lot. But I admit that I am not that a simpleton.
Leave it!! I am happy that we could get a glimpse of this culprit and I am happy that my two blond friends have something to show off.

May be in future when I decide to write about this topic again I will have my thoughts in an organised manner so as to I can blurt out the exactly right thing.