Valentines Day, a day when people all around the world, whether they are in love or not , could feel and sense the warmth and cosy fragrance of a universal feeling called love. Though this day is not only meant for the couples and lovers but also for friends, relatives, near and dear ones but there could be no denial in the fact that, it has its most everlasting effects on the lovers specially.
We on OrkutHeroes, tried to found out from orkuteers, about their experiences in love and Valentines Day. We got to hear some of the deep stored and pampered feelings and emotions attached with these people and their loved ones and here we share it with you as well. These are some of the lovely experiences which these guys will never forget throughout their life. Some have shared how blessed they are, some told how they failed but are still happy , some created poetry for the beloved, some explained, what does Valentines day and the idea of love means to them. And all these real life stories and ideas are so special because they are not a part of story of a movie but yes a real lived life, and trust me real life is so much more then a fun filled movie which always has a happy ending!
Take a look at some of those shared with us…..
Time is filled with little romantic moments, feelings; and each is as special as the other one. Spending time together, teasing cutely, being silly together, small surprises, spending time together in lap of nature, choosing together and buying something, my cooking experiments, his showing me stars with the telescope, watching forensic shows- everything is special and romantic to us. And most special in our relation are all the letters which we had sent each other for the past three years, when we were staying apart in two countries. Those letters store all the feelings and time of our being far.
So we don’t need any special day as Valentine’s Day, but when the whole world is celebrating it, then why not to make it a little bit more special. Today I will tell about my first Valentine’s Day. The day was special but the special person was not with me. Yet he gifted me one of the most special moments.
It was not yet one month of our relationship then. And moreover we were thousands of kilometres apart. But still if it is Valentine’s Day, the mood has to be especially romantic. How would I concentrate on studies at the college! In my mind it was only his thoughts, his words. And I was waiting impatiently, when it would be night and he would call me after returning from his college giving an exam. A whole day waits for two minutes talking (ISD calls are not cheap, right?)!
In the afternoon after returning to hostel, I was relaxing under my cosy warm blanket, looking at the bright warm sun outside. And of course was thinking of him. It was a warm, cosy and romantic feeling, a feeling that almost makes you fall asleep. And then came my room-mate and said- “Amrita, there is a surprise for you”! She was entering the hostel when the letter got delivered, so she brought it for me. And I was sitting there, happy. I got his letter!! I knew he had sent one, but I was not expecting it so soon, especially when I had not yet got the previous letter. It arrived a bit too soon; giving me a nice surprise and making me smile. A nice short letter of two pages it was, and also there were two papers cut in the shape of heart. One of them was small in which it was written that he loves me, in his language. That heart was full of life- silly and naughty. It was a bit slippery and always tried to jump out when I opened the envelope. Like love, it tried to express and reveal itself. The other heart was a bit bigger, with things written on it. And there was my name on it, the name he calls me. My name was in my Bengali script. He had learnt the Bengali script on the internet for me, and wrote the name. I did not know he was learning Bengali script. The name written in Bengali was most special and romantic for me.
And, what had I sent him? A letter with a rose. And each petal of the rose was dried and had something written on it. I couldn’t send real rose, but I sent my heart with that rose.
After that three years have passed by, and we had spent all the Valentine’s Day away from each other. This will be the first time when we are together for real. We don’t know what we will do; we don’t have any plan yet. It will be spending time together and doing something we feel like doing then. But whatever we do, I know, I will be gifted some beautiful, special and romantic moments.
By the way, he still does not know Bengali, is in the process of learning. He only can read and write a bit with effort and without understanding anything. But, his writing my name in Bengali will always be very special to me.
So, these were some special people and their special life and there are millions of people like them and each one of them has something special to share. We hope, there senses will give them a kick after reading this and they will relive and cherish all such beautiful moments throughout their life…
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Statutory warning: This story is based on the life of Sayan Nandy and though some might similarities between mine and Bimochonda’s story, they are purely coincidental…
Hmmmm, a research says that boy: girl ratio is 1000: 900 and so we have slimmer chance of getting a girl as the competition is tough and fierce at times … This is the reason why whenever I see a beautiful girl I fall in love, so that in the process if I can get one … Though I am still single (but it has its merits as the expenses are bare minimum in many aspects and in this market of recession I would say it’s life saver)…
Let’s come back to the real story… Long time ago there lived an Ogre sorry, Me … After the school was over I was enjoying the services of my father’s hotel for a year or so… I was giving my knee and ankle rest (as my head is full of thoughts of food, these are the places where I keep my brain) from the studies and the exams… Just to make my free food, lodging and washing going without any trouble I got admission at Presidency and St. Xavier for Chemistry honours (but somehow I had this temporary phobia of entering a classroom and so did not attend any of the college )… The moderate diet that I am always famous of accompanied with 12-14 hours of sleep added a few pounds all around me making me healthy boy … After one year the free bonanza at my father’s inn expired and I was forced to join a college (imagine me giving CET in Bangalore) to study Computer Science and Engineering… First day I went to the class… As usual I occupied the last bench just to let others sit in the front and listen to the lectures properly, a small sacrifice on my part for my other friends … After sometime she entered… Lo behold from back violins started plating and my heart was singing ‘Dil ka bhanwar kare pukar’… Nah nothing of this sort happened … Just liked her and slowly over the time the feelings got stronger… Though I knew she was out of my league… Me being a classic example of a short, fat and ugly guy… But does anyone leave the idea of getting the moon?
In this way 3 years went by… I could not utter a single word… Whenever I faced her I don’t know how my voice got entangled and formed knots in my throat and the only thing that came out was CO2 … Just to show my potentials I used to sing whenever the class was empty and she was around (I thought I was Tansen but ground reality was, even Bhissolochon Sharma was better than me)… All my friends tried to help me on this front but all in vain… In DJ parties I used to dance around her like Michael Jackson (though to others it appeared some sort of pygmy from the deep jungles of Africa). Once I got a chance to share the floor with her, luck by chance … She was gracious on the floor, and I trying to be hip hop with my moves ended up falling on the ground literally with a bang … If only I was Sita, I would have entered the earth forever …
Whenever she was around all my thought processes lost any direction… Once in the class no one could do a program except me (I would say miracles happen)… So what happened was when I was out for dinner with a friend my mobile rang many a times and before I could pick it, it got disconnected… The call being an unknown number and me being the epitome of misery, I wisely decided not to call back … When I came back to my room, I got to know that she somehow found my number and gave me a call for the program, and not finding me she got it from my room-mate instead… I had numerous such incidents wherein I myself made a mess of the opportunities… What can I say ‘Pora kopal’ …
Anyways it was 4th year and we arranged for a one day class trip… We played the dreaded game Truth and Dare… And my friends intentionally told me to propose a girl (total Khudiram case)… I also showed some courage (I think I was high or else from where that extra courage came I have no idea) and proposed her… A dam good proposal I must say… Not going into the details as it will be too much mushy mushy stuff … She just said ok…
By then my condition was really bad… I never studied and whenever I tried to study I saw her everywhere… My grades were never good but then at that time they seemed to dig their own grave and each one was deeper than the other … Somehow I managed to pass – a mystery that is yet to be unfolded for the engineering students… After the internals I asked her whether we can be friends as I knew I could not ask for more… She agreed…
Later that night I went home and sent her a good night SMS (a modern day wonder and an alternative for writing letters)… I got a reply “Who are you?”… I understood when she deleted my number there is a 0 or even negative chance for me… Still I replied “Friend Sayan”… That’s it; I got the best bashing I could get… She replied that she was just being polite, and that I should never bother her… I felt very bad… I cried so much that a little pond was created in front of our house and my eyes were like red tomatoes… Exams were the worst I could give… Got a few good job opportunities in Bangalore but rejected all and took Wipro (the last company on my priority list) as it promised to post me in Kolkata and I just wanted to go away from Bangalore, run away from all my memories…
Fultoo Devdas case… Left taking baths (not that I was ever a bath freak but still)… Grew beard like Rabindranath Tagore… Never used to cut hair frequently… The only thing was that did not start drinking alcohol (as my finances were all time low)… Used to stay in one corner of my room (was trying to become a Baba)… Finished my engineering, went home and came to know that Wipro posted me in Bangalore… Stayed home for a few days, found my lost self by staying among friends and family… Was serious in life just that once just to realize it’s not worth it … Life is all about being happy and making others happy and so be it.…
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Last year was the first and the last Valentines Day that I celebrated with my boyfriend. A few days back we broke up and again this year I will be alone so maybe I will say a few lines
The sun still shines in the morning
To wish everyone good morning
The moon now shines brighter
But you are not there
The tress again spread their leaves
The gardener is busy to sweep
The brooms are harder
But you are not there
The distant sky still calls me
The children still sing on Christmas Eve
The songs are louder
But you are not there
The white road still goes on
To the distant horizon
The roads are shorter
But you are not there
Well that’s better to end it here.
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Years ago, back in Kolkata when I was in class 11th I used to listen to this show on 93.5 red FM called Dil Se, hosted by RJ Jimmy Tangree. One night this guy named Rajat Choudhury called up on the show. He had been searching for his ex-girlfriend, who had dumped him. Like so many others called, it never registered in my mind. But I couldn’t help noticing that the guy had an awesome voice. Seems many other people felt the same, and soon the show got filled with people calling for him, consoling him, leaving messages for him, and he became the most popular guy on the show.. I had been a regular caller in the show since the past one year, but I could never master up the courage to leave a messages for him… Then one day, I somehow managed to say ‘hi’ to him on air.. He replied back, and we started leaving messages for each order on air. One day he gave his number to another RJ of the station, who in turn gave it to me.
I can never forget that day, wen I called him up for the 1st time 1 afternoon. Was a nice experience talking to him, and soon we started talking for like 5-6 hrs per day. We became very close friends, we used to share everything under the sun and he used to guide me in each and every problem of my life… Things went on like this, and one day he proposed me and I accepted, not even knowing how we look, how we are and other stuffs. Things went on till I passed out class twelfth and came over to Rajasthan for my graduation… That time I had mailed him a pic of mine, but I had yet no idea about him…
Finally, on the last day of the holidays of my 1st semester, I met him. Can never forget the moment wen he came down from my back and whispered into my ears “mistii” in front of the rashbehari metro station. I met him finally after around 2 yrs of our relationship, and can never forget that next 2 hrs we spent together. Then I came back to Jodhpur. I met him again for just 2 hrs after 6 more months… that’s it. Till date, I have been with him for like 4 hrs in total. Things have changed, we have drifted far apart from each order.. Still wen I think of the 1st meeting, I can’t help smiling.
“Thanx Rajat, for the wonderful moments you gave me..
Miss the way u used to call me “mistii”
Wherever you are, Take Care Sweetheart.”
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My Experience:
The best surprise gift I ever got was at my first valentine day after marriage. When I returned form my office (that time I was in Hyderabad) I saw there was no power in my flat. I asked my wife what was the problem and she said nothing, as soon as I entered in the drawing room then all of a sudden power came and lights turned on and I found a wine bottle, a cake, a card and a bunch of roses on the table. I was really amazed and the atmosphere was really great. This was the best ever experience in my life on the Valentine’s Day.
My Ideas:
Giving a Valentine gift is not always about getting a quick response. One of the best involves creating a very personal, very romantic evening at home in the bedroom playing romantic songs and a special wine. This is my plan. What say…
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I don’t have any past experience but in future if I get my love (Husband, because I do not believe in BF funda) I am going to do 2 things. Those are:
1st ,
I will bow my head & salute him,
later ,
I will give him one tight slap.
[He is very tolerant of my behaviour]
[Where have he been??]
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Orkutheroes.com thanks all participants here who shared with us such special and unforgettable moments of their life and trusted us for that.
We wish all of them and others, a wonderful, blessed and a life full of Love, for years to come…!
Special Thanks to Nilay Hazra and his community Baro Mase Tero Parbon r Adda for their contribution and support.
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Guys,
Sounds interesting,Really jealous about all of you,tempting to love whoever i meet.mmmm but what to do i used to think after the love
i do not have any past experience(belive me).I’m just looking for my first love from my college, but i dont want to love someone and mary someone.So still waiting for someone to love and to marry and to loveeeee till the life end.
I wish you all to be happy with your love.(comeon bless me to get my love)
Nice articles from all you guys. Wish love will stay forever in your life. Happy Valentine Day to ALL.
Really liked the concept and also each and everyone’s experiences. Undoubtedly Sayan’s write-up stands far apart from others, it was fundoo writing. Reading all these make me think, how it will feel to spend the V-day with a girl whom I love?? Maybe I will never know but wish you guyz all the best, always.
Cheers,
Abhi
Hey All,
“Last night I hugged my pillow and dreamt of you… I wish that someday I’d dream about my pillow and I’d be hugging you”
Thankue “orkutherose” to publish my thought in your page……….
Wish you all a very happy Velentines Day………………………
To SHIVA……….may god bless you to find your true love………..
Take Care All
thanks all… orkutheros and BMTPrA… it was nice to share with all an experience of mine which is very dear to me…
and wish everyone all best… may all of you get what you wish in life
Aila kya baat…Thanks everyone for finding such a story of mine of some worth…Hope that everyone get their love and be happy always…And if not be happy with what you have…Gung ho…
Thanks guys! for putting your thoughts on orkutheroes, its our pleasure to add it on this most unique blog ever.
Guys,
Today there was a big crowd in the gift shop which is in the office premise itself.(i dont understand why some of the girls bought card/gift more then one,two three..seemz safer side!!).
Okay My final wishes to everyone and special thanks to NIRA(did u pray god before u bless me)
boss tomar story ta bapok… sotti meye gulo j erom kano hoy bujhi na…ektu jachai kore dekhtei pare…amra ki kamre ditam…??? sujog na diye e batil kore deoa khub onnay…..
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