First Sunday Night – The 5 star experience

It all seems like a dream for me. Ever since I walked into the city, everything around me has been so fascinating. I previously did have the experience of walking into a city and actually living the life for a couple of months but back then I was in the canopy of my parents. My mentor used to really take good care of me and we used to work, eat and enjoy together. I never really bothered to interact with people around me that much, thinking of it as a phase that would pass away soon. Anyways back to the present, or else I can write all day about it and you would think whether I want you to know how I felt about something a couple of years ago or something right now.

Yes, so I walk into this big city. Its really big for someone like me who typically spent all of his childhood in a small beautiful hill station. It would be no big than maybe 1/10th of this city excluding the outskirts. I’m still not entirely comfortable with the idea of having to eat dosas and similar varieties of food as a replacement for samosas and sandwiches. Can’t help I guess.

Okay, if cribbing about food is something you entirely hate, you should actually stop reading this blog right now. So I was checked into one of the finest hotels in the city. Their hospitality was really good, considering even the girls had to carry their own heavy luggage. 500 odd people checking in at the same time is a difficult task altogether, but then when you take up the job you should be up for it. Rest of the services seem okay though. Its been three days here and we still have three more to go. Even though my company pays this hotel for my stay the staff looks upon us as if we were some second class citizens. Its clearly visible by their body language. I felt my stay at a small inn nearby for the first night was much more comfortable. Atleast they took the pain to carry my bags themselves.

Anyways moving away from their human resources, the rooms were really good. It was reasonable for two people to share a room. The interiors were extremely awesome. The beds were something you could jump into and sleep all day. Perhaps this would be normal for someone who could afford that and maybe that was the reason the staff would behave in a peculiar way. There wasn’t a good view on the outside due to some construction going on nearby. Anyways who would actually care when you have so many friends and so much to look forward to.

Wait, we couldn’t use internet on more than one device. That would cost us something more. Our room was not on the smoking floor, so we weren’t permitted to do that as well. And forget drying any of your bare essential clothes as there wasn’t any open space. Nevertheless we sneak in a can of beer or two in the night as the bar would close for us at 11 and we would still see foreigners drink at 1 in the morning. Perhaps at the end of the day what we deserve is what we get. I am not complaining. Its 2 in the morning and I should probably get some sleep. Have lots of stuff to look up to tomorrow. Will be back with more very soon.

Thoughts on leaving college… Episode 1

Scribbling through the lines,
Thinking of all those times.
Times seemingly taken out from a storybook,
Dreamlike, momentous and hallucinatory!

To trace back the origins,
In a black and white town,
There was a boy,
With eyes full of colorful dreams.

There wasn’t a single soul,
A friend, a guide, a lover,
Who could even come close to his dreams,
His ambitions, passions and visions.

And one fine day,
A wave of fresh air passed the town,
And blessed the hopeless land,
With a faith to be colorful again.

A girl entered the place,
Small she was, with a cute pony tail,
Her smile could lighten up the entire place,
And her voice could reach unexplored territories.

They say everything happens for a reason,
And nobody can change the course of fate,
And so the boy and the girl met,
Unaware of the life and times ahead.

The bonding was instantaneous,
The sparks infinite,
No one knew when, how and why,
But colors seemed to fly again.

But as fate would have it,
The colors seemed too good to last long,
The demons did not spare this easily,
It all seemed to fade away.

Times and tides change for all,
And the boy faced the biggest tide of his life,
Professionally and personally,
Nothing seemed to contain his agony.

And the girl walked in,
As a messenger from the Angels,
She seemed to have the healing power,
Her smile, they say, could drive away all the darkness.

So the sparks once extinguished,
Were ignited again,
Eyebrows were raised, doubts surfaced again,
But this time it was stronger.

They also say all things must come to an end,
And so did this tale,
So there was the 9th of the 9th month in the Calendar,
Perhaps the last time celebrations would be done together.

But times weren’t good for the boy,
The demons of his past haunted him,
And he was tucked away,
Alcohol and smoke was all he desired.

And the girl rushed,
Leaving behind her friends,
Their love, presents and the plans,
To heal the boy again.

Thus the lines end here,
And the pen doesn’t want to end,
But the heart is too heavy to continue,
So it concludes, with a wish to meet again!

 

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…