Love an Engineer?

Engineers are logical creatures who believe in coherence and order. Therefore they remain uninvolved and detached from heart and emotions which demand sensitivity and tenderness. Not that engineer suffers from a congenital disease which retards the growth of heart - rendering it numb for love - but the enforcement of brutal technical education definitely leaves no space for love.

Exceptions are part of our lives and one day something strange happened, I heard my heart beating. I thought I was unwell and ran to the doctor but he found me perfectly healthy.

Worried, I started retrospection. It took in only a fraction of second to make me realize that lately I had been interacting a lot with my good old friend. My friend - fortunately or unfortunately - an engineer like me without any place in heart for non-existent and alien feeling called love. How could she possibly make my heart beat when it was lying dormant and vegetating for years?

She was different to me – truly friendly, crazily impulsive, motherly caring, intensely enthusiastic, heartily concerned, innocently mad, and lovingly shy – all for me. It was a genuine friendly affection, bighearted and bountiful – but I made my heart believe more than that. The heart which remained so dry and juiceless that the tender walls chapped and cracked in the hope of rains of love, tasted the first shower of attraction. Yes, the engineer was in love with an engineer. How could not I fall for such a beautiful and intelligent girl?

Apprehensively and immaturely, I orchestrated my intense feelings of childish affection to my engineer after six years. As expected from an engineer, she respectfully rejected my deep reverence for her and declared me insane. She informed me about some non-engineer guy that she thought would be perfect as her soul mate. Non-Engineer guy for an engineer girl - wise decision it was to choose someone with the live and beating heart instead of a dead and numb heart. But by that time, she had already made me a sensitive and romantic poet lost in her world and the engineer in me had died long back. I had no choice but to fight back. I weaved a dazzling colorful and delicately soft fabric of my emotions, hope, and dreams and let her wrap it around herself to feel it. She could not resist the temptation of falling in love for it and finally surrendered her heart to me.

The naïve poet in me, hypnotized by her timeless beauty started painting her picture with words in adoration. She looked enchanting when I saw her in Red Indian suit which had picked up colors of the first fully blossomed rose of early winter with the golden highlights of the morning soon. She looked amazingly beautiful in her dress. She possessed magical beauty with the ability to charm and enchant the people around with her captivating personality. Her elegant and refined gestures and mannerisms implied magic, mystery, and intrigue. Her soft spoken ethereal melodies created ageless enchanting music of life where my heart sang on her tunes. And, when she beautifully wore her winsome smile on her sharply curved ruby-red lips and allured my heart, I found myself lost in her dream world.

I guess the poet was in love with the engineer. Love which was pious, sacred, and holy. Love which was timeless and heavenly. Love which was crazy and maddening. Love which was life-giving and life-taking at the same time.

And one fine day my destiny changed forever, when my engineer finally asked me out of the blue, “Love an Engineer?”

And I said, “Yes”.

Someone who is as beautiful as the shine of serenity in the eyes of god, good-hearted as a heavenly soul, wears the world’s best smile, and looks terrific in all dresses. Yes, I love my engineer with my life.