(Indian-Region specific content)
A memoir of my journey through a beauty pageant, on chasing the bright lights of Bollywood, managing expectations and growing up through life’s lessons and choices.
The simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. (Coined by Carl Jung)
I had it all sorted out. All my appointments and phone calls deferred for next day. No more excuses. All that was left for me was to start writing my next piece. I walked into a Starbucks. I ordered myself a cappuccino – the perfect weapon of choice to get my brain firing.
The story I was going to write was unlike any other I had already written so far.
It was personal.
That’s part of the reason why I was procrastinating in the first place. I guess the blogging gods were on my side today.
As I picked my drink and turned around to look for a place to sit, I hear some one shout my name.
Damn!!! The last thing I wanted right now was to run into somebody I know. Little did I know that I was in for a divine encounter.
Waving at me was a handsome young man in suave attire. (Ladies, don’t expect me to describe his chiseled jaw line, his broad shoulders or his tiny waist. I refuse to go there☺).
It’s Viren, my old gym and basketball buddy. I had not seen him in 2 years. We used to live in the same apartment-housing complex in Gurgaon before I moved out.
Now it not unusual to bump into familiar faces when you are out and about but this coincidence was different for a very simple reason.
I was going to start my Blog post with a backstory on Viren !!!
I am like OMG!!!
A part of me just wanted to start jumping and screaming like a little girl but better sense prevailed. I took a deep breath and gathered my emotions.
“Hello there, Mr. India”, I said.
“Touché”, He grinned.
He comes and gives me a handshake. We tacitly acknowledged the camaraderie between us.
Any doubts I may have had on attempting this ambitious multi-series memoir of my journey through a male beauty pageant dissipated. Now, it wasn’t just my prerogative to write the story, it was my obligation to do so.
He pulls a chair for me. I am thinking to myself -We are in for something special here.
I keep smiling at him and he keeps smiling back at me.
I decide to break the ice – “So……”. After a long pause, I said, “ How was the experience?”.
“Very rewarding”, he replied.
A few moments later his cousin joins us.
We both know that this chance meeting is special so why not record it? Viren had anyway planned to capture and produce small video bytes of him doing regular things. I needed the interview for my story.
Here is a thing that happens when you become sort of a celebrity. Everything big or small about you becomes special (or at least valuable)
“Camera On!” she says.
I am suddenly feeling very conscious of my love handles next to a male model. Should have gone easy on the dessert yesterday ☺.
“So Viren”, I start. “How was your experience taking part in the Peter England Mr. India contest and coming up as first runners up?
(Had to be careful here. I didn’t want to say 2nd place and cause any unpleasantness)
“Awesome bro. I learned a lot and got so much publicity and exposure. It’s an experience for life. I can now relate to you at an even deeper level”, He said.
He then asked, “How was it when you took part?”
I smiled and relaxed. Flashes of foregone memories began to take over me.
“It was a looooooong time ago” I exclaimed (13 years to be precise).
Being Mr.India Series🇮🇳
Part 2 – Paying Dues
Part 3 – Meeting the Godfather