Basant… those days…

5:00 p.m.

A & B both scan throughout the ground, searching for that one face amongst thousands.

A: Why isn’t she coming?

B: Dunno dude. A lot of make up I guess…

A: oh! These girls. When will they learn to come in time…

B: the day stupids like you stop paying attention…

 

6:00 p.m.

She finally arrives. Clad in the simplest and no “make up” as such…

A: oh man! There she is!

B: so??

A: so what ?? You know it na…

B: okay… the rose thing…

A: yes. Lets go to the Ruby Stall and buy a rose.

B: are you sure you want to do this??

A: yes sir!!! Now will you please hurry??? Already a guy has given her a rose…

B: patience, my boy…

 

At the ruby stall..

A: hey please get me a rose…

B: are you mad??? Why should I get you a rose???

A: coz I am shy in buying one…

B: oh!!! No shyness in giving, but in buying…

A: now please get me one… she’s got another…

B: patience my boy…

B goes up to the stall…

B: How much for a rose???

RS: Which colour???

B: pink…

RS: 50

B: what??? 50 bucks for this rose???

RS: yes…

 

B: Just too costly man…

A: Skip the topic man… a guy already presented her a bouquet…

B: no probs with me…

A: anyways, I just wanted to be friends with her…

B: yes my boy… all think that way… I know the truth…

 

8:00 p.m.

Art gallery…

A: look at the number of roses in her hand man…

B: so what ???

A: you don’t get it, do you???

B: I get it boy… and I sense she is going to leave soon…

A: run to the stall…

 

At the ruby stall…

B: I am not going this time…

A: fine, I am going myself… can’t afford any delay…

B: go ahead…

A: How much for the pink rose???

RS: 80 bucks…

A: from 50 to 80???

RS: time runs faster than money…

A: here’s a 100 note… keep the change…

A sprints at his fastest, the whole crowd around him laughs.

 

A: Hey, …. wait!!!!

G: Yes???

A(panting): Here’s a rose from my side…

G: Oh! Thanks… What was the need??? We are friends na???

A (speechless, still panting) smiles…

G: is that it???

A nods his head nervously..

G: Bye!!!

 

B: What was that???

A: what???

B: why did you hurry??? Then why did you not open your mouth???

A: well, what was I to say???

B: all your heart wanted to say…

A (dejected and stunned): is she gone???

B: it’s all over man… she’s gone… your money’s gone… your chance’s gone…

A: I can’t believe it man… I can’t still believe it…

B: well its over… chal leave it… you are now a sadder but wiser man… a delicious dinner and zubeen’s grand performance awaits us… forget the girl, the stall, the whole thing man…

Both walk towards the dinner area… end of another adventure in the life of A & B…

 

 

 

 

 

Dedicated to someone on her 20th b’day…

 

A small gal in a red frock
bumped into me…
She stared, she cried, she laughed
she was my gal,

her tears were mine
her joy was mine
every bit of her…
yes she was my gal…
yes that gal,
only my gal,
the gal i always loved so much…
till those dark days came…

today when i walk those roads
alone and empty..
i still feel as if ur shadow
seemed to touch mine

the winds are same
the trees dont change
but the only thing that changed
is the love my gal….

yes that gal,
only my gal,
the gal i always loved so much…
till those dark days came…

and yeah.. she was just my gal…. ………!!!!!!!

Loneliness strikes the thinker’s mind

what a time to actually update my blog…

 

In a big big city. Everywhere I can see big posters, big names. Everything seems to be so good here. Life’s bigger and more happening than anyone could have imagined it be…

 

But where am I? Have I lost myself in the rat race? Everyday I seem to go more and more deep into the race. It’s almost that I have come forward such a long way, traveled all the path alone, that now the goal may seem too far or too near, the rest have to be traversed by me alone as well. No pint, no matter how exclusive or expensive it is, can bring me company.

 

Company is something one needs in the end. And I sincerely hope it comes soon. I am tired of this loneliness for now.

 

Sorry guys for coming up with something not so interesting…  But had to write it down…

Thinker2

With Pleasure, From Pain…

The more I try to run away from you,

The deeper I fall in the pit…

The happier I try to be,

The darker my days get…

What is this?

Every song, every day, every night speaks of you,

You and only you…

The world seems to be revolving around you,

You and only you…

It’s a difficult status,

The pain gives me pleasure…

It tortures and kills,

But still brings a smile…

The tears don’t stop,

Neither does the happiness…

Happiness of memories,

Memories of yesteryears…

Times that were golden,

Too good to be true…

Pleasure With Pain...

And today again the Pain arrives,

At my doorstep, with a smile…

Delivering your memories,

And when I look at it,

It only says,

With Pleasure, From Pain……

The wait…

Tring tring… tring tring… tring tring…

The wait is on...

 The phone keeps on ringing. As the ring goes on, my heartbeat thumps harder and harder, and it jumps with a ray of hope that the ring will be finally be over with a sweet ‘Hello’…

But alas!!! The phone doesn’t answer. It goes on and on. Endless times…

 The same voice that used to answer it in a jiffy. The boring tring tring was a long distant dream then. The nights used to start in this way, with some light talks, then topics ranging from daily issues, to some bitching, some pampering, some gyaan… and lots of fun…

They say that time can change from best to worse. When my village folk used to tell me stories of ‘nazar lag jaana’… I used to laugh at their thoughts. Well it seems they have had the last laugh, as now I bow down to them. Things were going from good to best, and somewhere in the peak, when everyone was envying all of this, it crashed down like hell…

My exams have become a nostalgia centre for me. Instead of answers, thoughts flow all over my head. The reason for my success has become the hurdle now… Planning a trip down home now… Hopefully it works…

Altitudes…

                    Just when the tunes of Anjaana Anjaani’s “I feel good” were running through my mind, a storm of egos and attitude, analogous to the winds of Japan, entered my life and destroyed something I thought was going places.

                       Again, the same philosophy that “why me?” ate up my mind. It all started with an accident, and maybe ended accidentally. Yes for all those people sitting there and guessing, it was a girl. But for all those perverts who think I am desperately in need of a girlfriend, think again…

                       But when simple things get complicated, and when your cup starts overflowing, I guess it is the time to stop. Maybe all the environment of overhype and glamour pulled me into doing something that was slowly turning into a drug. I never realised it could go so wrong. The whole concept of getting treated so badly when you give it all was too tough for me to digest…

                    So, all I had to do was to delete around 1000 odd messages, chats and other virtual things. But what was and still is the most difficult thing to do is to erase those memories. The talks, the song recommendations, certain secret lingo, going to the lobby to talk secretly… All these still come back to life as soon as my cell pops up her number. With every message comes a hope of it coming from the number. A missed call springs up new hope everytime.

                         The worst part… My exams are knocking the door in a few days… And no preparations yet…

Mumma’s Boy… First speech

Today let me share the day when I was first introduced into the world of oration. Well at the age of 7, the thought itself is quite scary. Its almost like getting ragged when you enter college. But I still remember this incident vividly owing to its nature and the gifts it brought.

So, here I was, a little kid of class 1(Incidentally I was very cute that time!). Our school had annual elocutions in three categories- Juniors, Middles and finally Seniors. I was selected from my house for the juniors team. Essentially the juniors team would have students from the 3^rd or 4^th standard, but that year I was selected as I was enthusiastic, plus my mom was keen on my participation.

Well so after a lot of preparation, I was finally ready with my speech. Normally before any speech, I do get some butterflies in my stomach(Everyone does!). But you can imagine my state of mind that time. Totally uncontrolled, tender and inexperienced. I thought it would be easy for me to just go up the stage and speak. But as the crowds started filling up our huge auditorium, I felt some strange feeling within me.

I immediately opened my speech and revised. Added to the burden of that long speech was an extra introductory speech that was long enough to scare me.

The proceedings started. Juniors first, as the hierarchy goes. A girl had her turn first, who spoke quite well. I was so engaged in her speech that I didn’t realise that my turn was next. After getting numerous calls, I finally went up though and saw the crowd. The crowd that had the whole school in it. From my tiny classmates, to teachers and senior students.  All eyes were fixed on me.

Gosh! Why is everyone staring at me? Whichever direction I looked to, I saw a thousand eyes with so many glares that I felt like running out of the hall and hide in a place completely isolated from everyone. I started with my introductory speech but…. I had forgotten it completely. Almost in tears, I looked for my mother.

There she was, behind the blinds that were adjacent to the stage. A moment of silence existed between us. There she was, when the whole world was laughing at me, staring at me with ferocious, devouring eyes, with a ray of hope. I boldly asked her upon the mike “Can I speak?”

On seeing her smile, a sudden gush of adrenaline went through me. I completed the whole speech very well.  I returned with a smile on my face as well, a sigh of relief that it had finally ended. Though I could not win any prize that year, I was more than happy to have participated.

A blanket of security, a source of unconditional love was showered upon me. From finding a suitable speech, to preparing me thoroughly, to being there for me during the speech, I was guided throughout by my mom. I felt very lucky to have a mom like that. Still she remains the source of inspiration for me.

Then, from that moment onwards, there was no looking back. I spoke every year without any nervousness. And I don’t remember any year when I came back empty handed!!!

 

Your Presence… Part 1

One wet morning

The stage was set

Arrangements done

The audience started to pour in…

 

Together with them

They brought

Gossip, which seemed like roars

Looks, which appeared to penetrate through me…

 

Some were familiar

Some new

Some encouraging

Some threatening…

 

And all this while

Some devil occupied my mind

His voice was thunderous and deafening

And it was all I could hear…

 

“Leave it!

Give it all up!

You are nervous!

You won’t be able to do this!!!”

 

Frightened as I was

I thought to myself

“Will I be able to do it?

Can I perform?”

 

My fingers meanwhile

Raced towards my phone

They took me to that one message

Your message…

 

Yes that message

The only message

Which, out of thousand messages

Mattered the most…

 

My eyes scanned through it

Just to feel the magic

The magic that would help me

Beat the Devil…

 

The event started

Speeches came and went by

The battle between your magic and the Devil went on

And on…

 

As I took up the stage

My eyes traveled through the crowd

For someone

Who brought the magic to my life…

 

As time passed

My eyes couldn’t reach their destiny

But Alas! There you were

My confidence was restored…

 

Reading your lips

A sudden gush of adrenaline powered my speech

It went on without my control

For all I focussed on was you and only you…

 

It was over and I returned

But my eyes

They wouldn’t simply let go

Of the magic…

 

The results were out with my victory

My eyes gleamed with joy

The magic seemed to be omnipresent

Your magic…

Fresh Beginnings…

Hey Readers,

Thank You for taking out your precious time to read this blog. Well, I was earlier on a different blog, but the finishing of the blog didn’t appeal to me. So here I am, with a new beginning and with a whole month of holidays coming my way, lot of posts are coming your way, which shall surely keep you hooked…

Hope you have a refreshing time reading my blog…

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