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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Chance...(Episode 2 of 2)
(((((Please read Episode 1 before you start off with this....)))))
I woke up happier next morning. Got a text from Shrini...
"You meet Dadlani's assistant at 9 tonight at my studio. He liked your patches".
I jumped in the hotel bed! Shrini's the head of Blue Frog Sound Labs, the best studio in India. He was just an acquaintance not too long ago, but was now the reason why I was here. He had even arranged for my stay in some place, 2 kays from his studio.
I shifted to my new home in the afternoon; and by 5, I was ready for the 9 o’clock meet. I missed ‘Inner Space’ like hell that evening. We had disbanded about a year ago, after Benzee shifted to New Zealand. What voice !
Me and my Ibanez were on the way to Blue Frog by 7. The cab driver was interesting. Spoke like hell. He would teach me everything about Mumbai in that one trip it seemed, especially because he was delighted that I could speak Hindi !
The studio was better than how it looked when I googled. You enter that place and you know it belongs to your kind. Kickass ! I met Shrini and thanked him for all his efforts.
“That’s my business dude. I don’t give you ‘breaks’ or anything. No.... That’s all bullshit. There’s nothing called a ‘break’. It’s just a divine law that the greatest of talents can’t go a waste...that’s it”
These words were really inspiring for me. Soon, it was 9. I was all pumped up for the meet. At 9:40 odd, I was asked to play a solo. I played something similar to ‘Past Heaven’, one of our originals. I liked the look on his (Vishal Dadlani’s assistant’s) face. He was impressed and he didn’t hide it.
I was on my way. Between that day and June 2010, my solos got used by the best in the business. I was earning, I was happy; but August was just a couple of months away.
I started getting more calls from home. They wanted me to get back to Shillong. They also talked about coming to meet me in Mumbai. I had problems with both the ideas. Mom would cry every time she spoke.
Later in June, I had to fly home. Mom was hospitalised. She had a ‘stroke’.
Uncle explained that it was because she was tensed about me and my disease. She wanted me to see other docs, but I would never listen.
That night I cried. I was ashamed of myself, of my obsession, and of the lie. I realised that my friends and I shouldn’t have threatened Dr.Sharma for the false report of Cancer.
That lie had got me closer to my dream. In fact, it had made me live my dream as well. But, I was probably travelling too fast....so fast that I had left my family far behind. Shame !
I wanted to tell my mom that I wouldn’t die, if only she would wake up to hear. I prayed. I promised God that I would never play the guitar unless mom asks me to.
God listened. Mom regained sense. She could hear me. I spoke my heart out that day. Dad was shocked and angry. Uncle saved me.
Mom recovered completely after a few days. I cried again. I loved her more than ever it seemed. I didn’t want to go back to Mumbai; but by now, I had proved my potential in music even to my Dad. It was decided that I would fly back to Mumbai on August 21.
...and I lived to be 25 !!!
..................End of the story...................
P.S. : I got a second chance...naaa....not just to play the guitar....but to get the love of my mom. Everyone probably wouldn’t be as lucky. So, my dear dreamers , dream....but please keep in mind that there are two people on earth who live just for you. Try not to disappoint them just for the sake of your aspirations. Coz after all, it pains more when the heart breaks than when dreams do. Love your parents.
I woke up happier next morning. Got a text from Shrini...
"You meet Dadlani's assistant at 9 tonight at my studio. He liked your patches".
I jumped in the hotel bed! Shrini's the head of Blue Frog Sound Labs, the best studio in India. He was just an acquaintance not too long ago, but was now the reason why I was here. He had even arranged for my stay in some place, 2 kays from his studio.
I shifted to my new home in the afternoon; and by 5, I was ready for the 9 o’clock meet. I missed ‘Inner Space’ like hell that evening. We had disbanded about a year ago, after Benzee shifted to New Zealand. What voice !
Me and my Ibanez were on the way to Blue Frog by 7. The cab driver was interesting. Spoke like hell. He would teach me everything about Mumbai in that one trip it seemed, especially because he was delighted that I could speak Hindi !
The studio was better than how it looked when I googled. You enter that place and you know it belongs to your kind. Kickass ! I met Shrini and thanked him for all his efforts.
“That’s my business dude. I don’t give you ‘breaks’ or anything. No.... That’s all bullshit. There’s nothing called a ‘break’. It’s just a divine law that the greatest of talents can’t go a waste...that’s it”
These words were really inspiring for me. Soon, it was 9. I was all pumped up for the meet. At 9:40 odd, I was asked to play a solo. I played something similar to ‘Past Heaven’, one of our originals. I liked the look on his (Vishal Dadlani’s assistant’s) face. He was impressed and he didn’t hide it.
I was on my way. Between that day and June 2010, my solos got used by the best in the business. I was earning, I was happy; but August was just a couple of months away.
I started getting more calls from home. They wanted me to get back to Shillong. They also talked about coming to meet me in Mumbai. I had problems with both the ideas. Mom would cry every time she spoke.
Later in June, I had to fly home. Mom was hospitalised. She had a ‘stroke’.
Uncle explained that it was because she was tensed about me and my disease. She wanted me to see other docs, but I would never listen.
That night I cried. I was ashamed of myself, of my obsession, and of the lie. I realised that my friends and I shouldn’t have threatened Dr.Sharma for the false report of Cancer.
That lie had got me closer to my dream. In fact, it had made me live my dream as well. But, I was probably travelling too fast....so fast that I had left my family far behind. Shame !
I wanted to tell my mom that I wouldn’t die, if only she would wake up to hear. I prayed. I promised God that I would never play the guitar unless mom asks me to.
God listened. Mom regained sense. She could hear me. I spoke my heart out that day. Dad was shocked and angry. Uncle saved me.
Mom recovered completely after a few days. I cried again. I loved her more than ever it seemed. I didn’t want to go back to Mumbai; but by now, I had proved my potential in music even to my Dad. It was decided that I would fly back to Mumbai on August 21.
...and I lived to be 25 !!!
..................End of the story...................
P.S. : I got a second chance...naaa....not just to play the guitar....but to get the love of my mom. Everyone probably wouldn’t be as lucky. So, my dear dreamers , dream....but please keep in mind that there are two people on earth who live just for you. Try not to disappoint them just for the sake of your aspirations. Coz after all, it pains more when the heart breaks than when dreams do. Love your parents.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Chance...(Episode 1)
"Sure", I said and ended the call.
The appointment was fixed at 8pm. I chose to take the car out as it was raining heavily that evening.
I didn't want any second thoughts to haunt me. Radio One was of great help for some time, until it started to irritate. Tylor's voice was the remedy. 'I don't wanna miss a thing' was half way through when I reached the parking lot. I didn't want to leave the song half way. Two minutes later, I banged the door behind me.
It was 7:50.
Dr.Sharma looked at me in the eye and explained every bit of it. I got the prescription in hand before I left. Telling mom n dad was the tough part of it. They cried like hell. They couldn't believe that they were going to lose their only child in another one year from the day.
It was November 2009. The doc had said August 2010.
Had a long talk with dad a couple of days later. Mom kept crying and informing the relatives, while dad listened. I told my plan. Dad agreed. Couldn't believe that he did. Similar proposals had been made to him in the past, only to get a good scolding.
Things had changed...or rather... 'a thing' had changed.
Mom wanted me to talk to all the aunts on earth. I refused. One of them reminded mom that my birthday falls on August 20; and that made mom cry even more, wondering if I would live to be 25.
The next day, I quit my job. The 3 year experience letter, they said, would reach my residence soon.
I met a lot of people over the next few days. Partied almost everyday and drank like always. Many of our relatives had come as well. I heard them cry during the days and listened to rock till late night. This life existed for close to ten days...and then it was time to leave my two hometowns...Shillong and Guwahati.
On November 19, 2009, I landed in Mumbai. I had enough money and acquaintances to take care of myself.
...and I had that one thing which I loved the most...the one thing that defined me....the one thing that I trusted....the one thing that had got me to Mumbai to live my dream...that one magical thing called 'guitar'.
...and that's how 'Chao Kon Chang Rengma Borgohain' (aka Kon Chang) kick-started a new life.
The appointment was fixed at 8pm. I chose to take the car out as it was raining heavily that evening.
I didn't want any second thoughts to haunt me. Radio One was of great help for some time, until it started to irritate. Tylor's voice was the remedy. 'I don't wanna miss a thing' was half way through when I reached the parking lot. I didn't want to leave the song half way. Two minutes later, I banged the door behind me.
It was 7:50.
Dr.Sharma looked at me in the eye and explained every bit of it. I got the prescription in hand before I left. Telling mom n dad was the tough part of it. They cried like hell. They couldn't believe that they were going to lose their only child in another one year from the day.
It was November 2009. The doc had said August 2010.
Had a long talk with dad a couple of days later. Mom kept crying and informing the relatives, while dad listened. I told my plan. Dad agreed. Couldn't believe that he did. Similar proposals had been made to him in the past, only to get a good scolding.
Things had changed...or rather... 'a thing' had changed.
Mom wanted me to talk to all the aunts on earth. I refused. One of them reminded mom that my birthday falls on August 20; and that made mom cry even more, wondering if I would live to be 25.
The next day, I quit my job. The 3 year experience letter, they said, would reach my residence soon.
I met a lot of people over the next few days. Partied almost everyday and drank like always. Many of our relatives had come as well. I heard them cry during the days and listened to rock till late night. This life existed for close to ten days...and then it was time to leave my two hometowns...Shillong and Guwahati.
On November 19, 2009, I landed in Mumbai. I had enough money and acquaintances to take care of myself.
...and I had that one thing which I loved the most...the one thing that defined me....the one thing that I trusted....the one thing that had got me to Mumbai to live my dream...that one magical thing called 'guitar'.
...and that's how 'Chao Kon Chang Rengma Borgohain' (aka Kon Chang) kick-started a new life.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The Moonwalk
Episode 1:
Tears rolled down her eyes. She wanted to move out of that closed room. She wasn't being able to take this any more. Perhaps I had crossed the line. She stood there and sobbed for a couple of minutes, before she chose to leave.
She was contestant No.23. I didn't even know her name. I was supposed to take a stress interview of the freshers, as a part of a personality contest. I was doing a good job until this girl cried. I could hardly interview the next two contestants. As No.26 walked in, I moved out.
I wanted to meet that girl. My friend Aditi helped me find her. She was seated with another girl at the staircase. I found this a bit tough to handle. Aditi helped me.
"Sorry Mam", the other girl said. "She is a bit...."
I moved a couple of steps closer to the ladies. "I am Sorry...I really didn't want to hurt you the way I did..."
"Its okay sir...."
"Don't call me 'sir'....I am Niel..."
"Ya...Niel...I shouldn't have taken part in this...these kind of contests are not for me...."
"Hey....you are making me feel guilty now...."
"No...everyone had warned me. They said it's impossible to impress you....that it's impossible to see the lighter side of you during the contest...."
"Okay...", I said as Aditi passed a naughty smile, just the way she always does when a girl says something nice about me.
"...and I took the challenge...perhaps I shouldn't have..."
"No...girl...I mean...what's your name...?"
"Ayesha..."
"Ok...Ayesha....never be afraid to take a challenge....who knows...you might just end up winning..."
"You are right dude......I did the right thing....the challenge was to trap you with tears....and I won....howwzzat...Mr.Niladri Bhowmik...???"
I was taken for a bad bad ride....and now I didn't know where to hide. Aditi's mouth was wide open....
"So....Mr. Supersmart Niel...? Any form of counter-attack playing in your head...or would you like to surrender...?"
I was speechless...I was outsmarted....and I knew I had to live with this for the last six months of MBA.
"You probably don't deserve gentlemen anyway....bloody freak !!!", I said it in a most pissed-off tone and walked out of there...
...and that's how I met this girl, with no idea whatsoever that she would become my first love...
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Episode 2:
For the next couple of days, I did some brainstorming !....tried to figure out what would have been the best lines to say to Ayesha at that moment. Nothing really came to mind...
In the mean time, my roomie had made sure that everyone knows how my case was screwed. He posted on Facebook..."Breaking News: SOMEBODY has shown Niel what he is and has been able to keep him in stress for hours after the stress interview....SOMEBODY..!!??!!". 17 likes and 63 comments followed in the next 24 hours...
I felt like killing Nakul !
With the Friday Night fever still reading 104F, I entered a new day....a new week...a Monday. We had to announce the list of shortlisted candidates for the contest. 5 girls and 5 guys. Ayesha obviously didn't make it, cause we don't take girls who cry!!!...
I could see a naughty smile on her face...and suddenly I got a line...but didn't know whether to go and say that. What if she has a kickass reply up her sleeve...??...I was beginning to doubt my balls...What a shame !!
Finally...this is what came out..."You could have made it to the finals girl...if only...if only you were smarter..."
"I made it into your mind dude....and lets not talk 'bout who's smarter...I don't want you to loose the rest of it..."
"You are good at lines....but shed this attitude girl....and do it on your own....I don't wanna waste time doing that for you..."
"Ow...revenge?"
"What...??"...
"Ya...play the game. Your serve...", she offered.
"Oooo....you came to field pretty early...good. I'll give you a taste of the game soon..."
Just then, I got a call....
"C ya girl...."
"Will C ya for sure..."
Now, I hardly had anything else in mind except Ayesha. I could hardly realise that in the process of thinking how to outsmart her, I was thinking of her. Somehow, there was a wannabe inside me that was coming out.
I wanted to talk to her...Getting her number wasn't a big deal for me...and after an hour of thinking with the same thoughts repeating themselves, I probably made a lame move.
I called her...
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Episode 3:
"Hi...we had left the talk half way..."
"Who's this....?", the voice said, in a way as if she wouldn't bother even it were Brad Pitt...
"You have a short term memory it seems...."
"She's bathing mister...you can flirt a bit later..."
"Ow...I am sorry...I mean..I thought it's her..."
"I am sure you have no messages either....so can I...?"
"Ya sure..."
Holy Crap...!!! I didn't know how to get back...
Everything seemed to be changing...for the worse..
I sat back and did some thinking for a while...tried recalling my past relations. I thought of how I always wanted to love someone truly; but never found someone worth more than a month; except Rhea, who lasted for over six months...
I figured out a relation...a statistical relation...a curve...that the number of days a girl stayed as mine was proportional to her smartness....Eureka!!!
...and this gave me some hope :)
I 'wanted to' fall in love again...but...
That was when the message beeped...
"Dude...I am in class :(
Couldn't call you back coz I was in a bit of a hurry...
Lets meet up at 5...what say...Niel..?"
She was being too nice...I was sure she had some plans to screw me further...but I knew that I was going to meet her....
"Sure...will call you at 5...", I typed, following the textbook rule that the reply to a girl's sms should be shorter than her message...
We met.
She didn't make me wait either. We went to a cafe nearby. Talked.
"Alright Ayesha....lets face it...you are smarter than me...what next...?"
"Thanks Niel...I know I am...you need to be a smart girl to keep wannabes at bay..."
"Was that for me...?"
"No...I don't date wannabes..."
"Date...? you call it a date...?"
"Ya...big deal !!! We've come out to know each other better..."
...and we talked on. We talked for more than a couple of hours...out of all the talk, only two sentences mattered...
One..."I've never been in a relationship before..."
Two..."Chill dude...its no crime for a guy to try and test girls..."
...and ya...she laughed her ass off when I said,"...but I wanted to love some of them...truly..."
The bottomline was pretty clear. We liked each other and the dates would happen everyday now...
With three days left for the weekend, I began to plan.
'Inception' was our first movie together...and thankfully 'the girl's best friend' wasn't around to spoil the fun...!!!
The next weekend was much more special...
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Episode 4:
We planned up for a trip to Wonder-la, a water park in the city. But, this time we weren't alone...and I didn't mind that either ! We booked a cab for 6 - three couples...'if you know what I mean... :)'. Piyush and Aditi had watched Inception just a day ago; and that called for a discussion, more so because Kumud and Nakul wanted to hear the story...
Thankfully, I had understood this movie, which was overhyped as one that is 'difficult to understand'. May be it was. But there are rules that don't apply to engineers ! Ayesha looked impressed with my narration.It was fun going there...especially cause it was a journey with a purpose.
Ten long days after acquaintance, I was about to propose this girl. "Better late than never", I thought, counting my previous average. The stage was set...and this time I had planned to make it a bit more romantic than before. 'Water' was the theme.
We were all drenched, with half our bodies in water.It was 3:43pm by my water-resistant watch. The 'Close your eyes' ritual followed; and the fact that girls can't say no to 'diamonds' got proved just one more time. The ring looked amazing in her fair, wet finger. It was at that moment when I realised that she was the prettiest girl I ever dated. She looked amazing and I wanted to kiss her. Love was where I had fallen in....correction....*we...had fallen in...
We kissed on Monday. Venue: Terrace, Learning Centre, Alliance. She'd never been there before. I sang my favourite 'Tum Ho To...' and gifted her a rose.It was a wonderful time. She loved every bit of it.
That night at 3, after having talked to her o'er the phone, I realised that girls; no matter how smart they are; no matter how they carry themselves...they have an 'angel' side as well, which comes out when someone loves them honestly. I realised that there's one place where you can touch a woman to make her go crazy; and that place is her heart :)
Facebook said: "Niladri Bhowmik is in a relationship with Ayesha Nanda". 126 comments. 203 likes.
Freshers' followed in 5 days...and in no time 'Farewell' was coming up.
We spent as much time with each other as we possibly could. LG hired me on the 24th of November, 2010. I flew out of Bangalore on the Feb 15, 2011. Throughout the flight, I kept looking at my new watch...my first Valentines' Day gift. It seemed I had fallen in love with love itself.
I had changed in the past 6 months....but... in the next 2 months, somebody else did.
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Episode 5:
'Niladri Bhowmik changed his present city to Noida'
The corporate world looked like a dream-come-true. I had never been discouraged by seniors complaining about it, cause I trusted my inner-voice. I knew I would rock the corporate world as well, and I wasn't wrong. I started making impressions from week one itself. I was happy.
The 'you no longer have time for me' phase had begun, and I had no clue how to fix this. I tried being better to her, but somehow, she had started noting a 'half-heartedness' in my attitude. She asked me to visit Bangalore for a week, seemingly to prove that I love her. I don't know whether I didn't or simply 'couldn't' In two months, she had lost interest in me. 'Time' was playing the villain in my love story. Two reasons. One: I wasn't being able to find time for her. Two: Six months isn't enough 'time' to understand each other so well.
I kept trying to keep the relation for the next ten months or so. I visited her twice and sent several gifts. Now, I had started finding an indifference in her behavior.
In February 2012, she was an MBA. The next month, her parents found her a 'good guy'. I never thought 25 was a good age to marry.
A few days later, I received a mail. Parts of it were like...
"...I am getting engaged Niel. His name is Vikaas...son of my dad's business partner...works for Infy in the US. I know him personally...I don't want to hurt my parents. They brought me up so well, took all the decisions for me, gave me everything I ever wanted. I want to see smiles on their faces..."
I visited her once again, this time in her home town,Darjeeling. I failed.
She got engaged in April and got married in July 2012. I even received an invitation for the ocassion, which appeared more like a 'slap on my face' than anything else. I didn't want to create a scene out there. Bollywood stuff doesn't work in real life any way. I chose not to attend her wedding.
I thought I wouldn't cry cause I am a strong guy. I was wrong.
I got a salary-hike next month, and booked a Volkswagen Polo.
On the 23rd of November 2012, I updated 'Niladri Bhowmik is Married'. 14 likes. 3 comments. :)
................................End of the story...................................
P.S. : The moonwalk is a dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward; much like what happened to me !.
I thought I was making the right moves, going ahead in life with Ayesha. As it turned out, I was just living another unsuccessful attempt to find true love. In most stories, we find the girl making a 'i late luv storys' kind of a guy believe in love. In my case though, it happened the other way round.Now, I am of the opinion that 'Blind Love' is no more than a bloody oxymoron; and I wonder if my wife,Ambika can change my perception. Fingers crossed !!!
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Tears rolled down her eyes. She wanted to move out of that closed room. She wasn't being able to take this any more. Perhaps I had crossed the line. She stood there and sobbed for a couple of minutes, before she chose to leave.
She was contestant No.23. I didn't even know her name. I was supposed to take a stress interview of the freshers, as a part of a personality contest. I was doing a good job until this girl cried. I could hardly interview the next two contestants. As No.26 walked in, I moved out.
I wanted to meet that girl. My friend Aditi helped me find her. She was seated with another girl at the staircase. I found this a bit tough to handle. Aditi helped me.
"Sorry Mam", the other girl said. "She is a bit...."
I moved a couple of steps closer to the ladies. "I am Sorry...I really didn't want to hurt you the way I did..."
"Its okay sir...."
"Don't call me 'sir'....I am Niel..."
"Ya...Niel...I shouldn't have taken part in this...these kind of contests are not for me...."
"Hey....you are making me feel guilty now...."
"No...everyone had warned me. They said it's impossible to impress you....that it's impossible to see the lighter side of you during the contest...."
"Okay...", I said as Aditi passed a naughty smile, just the way she always does when a girl says something nice about me.
"...and I took the challenge...perhaps I shouldn't have..."
"No...girl...I mean...what's your name...?"
"Ayesha..."
"Ok...Ayesha....never be afraid to take a challenge....who knows...you might just end up winning..."
"You are right dude......I did the right thing....the challenge was to trap you with tears....and I won....howwzzat...Mr.Niladri Bhowmik...???"
I was taken for a bad bad ride....and now I didn't know where to hide. Aditi's mouth was wide open....
"So....Mr. Supersmart Niel...? Any form of counter-attack playing in your head...or would you like to surrender...?"
I was speechless...I was outsmarted....and I knew I had to live with this for the last six months of MBA.
"You probably don't deserve gentlemen anyway....bloody freak !!!", I said it in a most pissed-off tone and walked out of there...
...and that's how I met this girl, with no idea whatsoever that she would become my first love...
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Episode 2:
For the next couple of days, I did some brainstorming !....tried to figure out what would have been the best lines to say to Ayesha at that moment. Nothing really came to mind...
In the mean time, my roomie had made sure that everyone knows how my case was screwed. He posted on Facebook..."Breaking News: SOMEBODY has shown Niel what he is and has been able to keep him in stress for hours after the stress interview....SOMEBODY..!!??!!". 17 likes and 63 comments followed in the next 24 hours...
I felt like killing Nakul !
With the Friday Night fever still reading 104F, I entered a new day....a new week...a Monday. We had to announce the list of shortlisted candidates for the contest. 5 girls and 5 guys. Ayesha obviously didn't make it, cause we don't take girls who cry!!!...
I could see a naughty smile on her face...and suddenly I got a line...but didn't know whether to go and say that. What if she has a kickass reply up her sleeve...??...I was beginning to doubt my balls...What a shame !!
Finally...this is what came out..."You could have made it to the finals girl...if only...if only you were smarter..."
"I made it into your mind dude....and lets not talk 'bout who's smarter...I don't want you to loose the rest of it..."
"You are good at lines....but shed this attitude girl....and do it on your own....I don't wanna waste time doing that for you..."
"Ow...revenge?"
"What...??"...
"Ya...play the game. Your serve...", she offered.
"Oooo....you came to field pretty early...good. I'll give you a taste of the game soon..."
Just then, I got a call....
"C ya girl...."
"Will C ya for sure..."
Now, I hardly had anything else in mind except Ayesha. I could hardly realise that in the process of thinking how to outsmart her, I was thinking of her. Somehow, there was a wannabe inside me that was coming out.
I wanted to talk to her...Getting her number wasn't a big deal for me...and after an hour of thinking with the same thoughts repeating themselves, I probably made a lame move.
I called her...
..........................................................
Episode 3:
"Hi...we had left the talk half way..."
"Who's this....?", the voice said, in a way as if she wouldn't bother even it were Brad Pitt...
"You have a short term memory it seems...."
"She's bathing mister...you can flirt a bit later..."
"Ow...I am sorry...I mean..I thought it's her..."
"I am sure you have no messages either....so can I...?"
"Ya sure..."
Holy Crap...!!! I didn't know how to get back...
Everything seemed to be changing...for the worse..
I sat back and did some thinking for a while...tried recalling my past relations. I thought of how I always wanted to love someone truly; but never found someone worth more than a month; except Rhea, who lasted for over six months...
I figured out a relation...a statistical relation...a curve...that the number of days a girl stayed as mine was proportional to her smartness....Eureka!!!
...and this gave me some hope :)
I 'wanted to' fall in love again...but...
That was when the message beeped...
"Dude...I am in class :(
Couldn't call you back coz I was in a bit of a hurry...
Lets meet up at 5...what say...Niel..?"
She was being too nice...I was sure she had some plans to screw me further...but I knew that I was going to meet her....
"Sure...will call you at 5...", I typed, following the textbook rule that the reply to a girl's sms should be shorter than her message...
We met.
She didn't make me wait either. We went to a cafe nearby. Talked.
"Alright Ayesha....lets face it...you are smarter than me...what next...?"
"Thanks Niel...I know I am...you need to be a smart girl to keep wannabes at bay..."
"Was that for me...?"
"No...I don't date wannabes..."
"Date...? you call it a date...?"
"Ya...big deal !!! We've come out to know each other better..."
...and we talked on. We talked for more than a couple of hours...out of all the talk, only two sentences mattered...
One..."I've never been in a relationship before..."
Two..."Chill dude...its no crime for a guy to try and test girls..."
...and ya...she laughed her ass off when I said,"...but I wanted to love some of them...truly..."
The bottomline was pretty clear. We liked each other and the dates would happen everyday now...
With three days left for the weekend, I began to plan.
'Inception' was our first movie together...and thankfully 'the girl's best friend' wasn't around to spoil the fun...!!!
The next weekend was much more special...
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Episode 4:
We planned up for a trip to Wonder-la, a water park in the city. But, this time we weren't alone...and I didn't mind that either ! We booked a cab for 6 - three couples...'if you know what I mean... :)'. Piyush and Aditi had watched Inception just a day ago; and that called for a discussion, more so because Kumud and Nakul wanted to hear the story...
Thankfully, I had understood this movie, which was overhyped as one that is 'difficult to understand'. May be it was. But there are rules that don't apply to engineers ! Ayesha looked impressed with my narration.It was fun going there...especially cause it was a journey with a purpose.
Ten long days after acquaintance, I was about to propose this girl. "Better late than never", I thought, counting my previous average. The stage was set...and this time I had planned to make it a bit more romantic than before. 'Water' was the theme.
We were all drenched, with half our bodies in water.It was 3:43pm by my water-resistant watch. The 'Close your eyes' ritual followed; and the fact that girls can't say no to 'diamonds' got proved just one more time. The ring looked amazing in her fair, wet finger. It was at that moment when I realised that she was the prettiest girl I ever dated. She looked amazing and I wanted to kiss her. Love was where I had fallen in....correction....*we...had fallen in...
We kissed on Monday. Venue: Terrace, Learning Centre, Alliance. She'd never been there before. I sang my favourite 'Tum Ho To...' and gifted her a rose.It was a wonderful time. She loved every bit of it.
That night at 3, after having talked to her o'er the phone, I realised that girls; no matter how smart they are; no matter how they carry themselves...they have an 'angel' side as well, which comes out when someone loves them honestly. I realised that there's one place where you can touch a woman to make her go crazy; and that place is her heart :)
Facebook said: "Niladri Bhowmik is in a relationship with Ayesha Nanda". 126 comments. 203 likes.
Freshers' followed in 5 days...and in no time 'Farewell' was coming up.
We spent as much time with each other as we possibly could. LG hired me on the 24th of November, 2010. I flew out of Bangalore on the Feb 15, 2011. Throughout the flight, I kept looking at my new watch...my first Valentines' Day gift. It seemed I had fallen in love with love itself.
I had changed in the past 6 months....but... in the next 2 months, somebody else did.
.............................................................
Episode 5:
'Niladri Bhowmik changed his present city to Noida'
The corporate world looked like a dream-come-true. I had never been discouraged by seniors complaining about it, cause I trusted my inner-voice. I knew I would rock the corporate world as well, and I wasn't wrong. I started making impressions from week one itself. I was happy.
The 'you no longer have time for me' phase had begun, and I had no clue how to fix this. I tried being better to her, but somehow, she had started noting a 'half-heartedness' in my attitude. She asked me to visit Bangalore for a week, seemingly to prove that I love her. I don't know whether I didn't or simply 'couldn't' In two months, she had lost interest in me. 'Time' was playing the villain in my love story. Two reasons. One: I wasn't being able to find time for her. Two: Six months isn't enough 'time' to understand each other so well.
I kept trying to keep the relation for the next ten months or so. I visited her twice and sent several gifts. Now, I had started finding an indifference in her behavior.
In February 2012, she was an MBA. The next month, her parents found her a 'good guy'. I never thought 25 was a good age to marry.
A few days later, I received a mail. Parts of it were like...
"...I am getting engaged Niel. His name is Vikaas...son of my dad's business partner...works for Infy in the US. I know him personally...I don't want to hurt my parents. They brought me up so well, took all the decisions for me, gave me everything I ever wanted. I want to see smiles on their faces..."
I visited her once again, this time in her home town,Darjeeling. I failed.
She got engaged in April and got married in July 2012. I even received an invitation for the ocassion, which appeared more like a 'slap on my face' than anything else. I didn't want to create a scene out there. Bollywood stuff doesn't work in real life any way. I chose not to attend her wedding.
I thought I wouldn't cry cause I am a strong guy. I was wrong.
I got a salary-hike next month, and booked a Volkswagen Polo.
On the 23rd of November 2012, I updated 'Niladri Bhowmik is Married'. 14 likes. 3 comments. :)
................................End of the story...................................
P.S. : The moonwalk is a dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward; much like what happened to me !.
I thought I was making the right moves, going ahead in life with Ayesha. As it turned out, I was just living another unsuccessful attempt to find true love. In most stories, we find the girl making a 'i late luv storys' kind of a guy believe in love. In my case though, it happened the other way round.Now, I am of the opinion that 'Blind Love' is no more than a bloody oxymoron; and I wonder if my wife,Ambika can change my perception. Fingers crossed !!!
DEAR READERS.........COMMENTS PLZ.......... :)
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Moonwalk.....(Episode 5 of 5)
((((( Eligibility: The Moonwalk....Episodes 1 to 4 ))))))
'Niladri Bhowmik changed his present city to Noida'
The corporate world looked like a dream-come-true. I had never been discouraged by seniors complaining about it, cause I trusted my inner-voice. I knew I would rock the corporate world as well, and I wasn't wrong. I started making impressions from week one itself. I was happy.
The 'you no longer have time for me' phase had begun, and I had no clue how to fix this. I tried being better to her, but somehow, she had started noting a 'half-heartedness' in my attitude. She asked me to visit Bangalore for a week, seemingly to prove that I love her. I don't know whether I didn't or simply 'couldn't' In two months, she had lost interest in me. 'Time' was playing the villain in my love story. Two reasons. One: I wasn't being able to find time for her. Two: Six months isn't enough 'time' to understand each other so well.
I kept trying to keep the relation for the next ten months or so. I visited her twice and sent several gifts. Now, I had started finding an indifference in her behavior.
In February 2012, she was an MBA. The next month, her parents found her a 'good guy'. I never thought 25 was a good age to marry.
A few days later, I received a mail. Parts of it were like...
"...I am getting engaged Niel. His name is Vikaas...son of my dad's business partner...works for Infy in the US. I know him personally...I don't want to hurt my parents. They brought me up so well, took all the decisions for me, gave me everything I ever wanted. I want to see smiles on their faces..."
I visited her once again, this time in her home town,Darjeeling. I failed.
She got engaged in April and got married in July 2012. I even received an invitation for the ocassion, which appeared more like a 'slap on my face' than anything else. I didn't want to create a scene out there. Bollywood stuff doesn't work in real life any way. I chose not to attend her wedding.
I thought I wouldn't cry cause I am a strong guy. I was wrong.
I got a salary-hike next month, and booked a Volkswagen Polo.
On the 23rd of November 2012, I updated 'Niladri Bhowmik is Married'. 14 likes. 3 comments. :)
................................End of the story...................................
P.S. : The moonwalk is a dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward; much like what happened to me !.
I thought I was making the right moves, going ahead in life with Ayesha. As it turned out, I was just living another unsuccessful attempt to find true love. In most stories, we find the girl making a 'i late luv storys' kind of a guy believe in love. In my case though, it happened the other way round.Now, I am of the opinion that 'Blind Love' is no more than a bloody oxymoron; and I wonder if my wife,Ambika can change my perception. Fingers crossed !!!
'Niladri Bhowmik changed his present city to Noida'
The corporate world looked like a dream-come-true. I had never been discouraged by seniors complaining about it, cause I trusted my inner-voice. I knew I would rock the corporate world as well, and I wasn't wrong. I started making impressions from week one itself. I was happy.
The 'you no longer have time for me' phase had begun, and I had no clue how to fix this. I tried being better to her, but somehow, she had started noting a 'half-heartedness' in my attitude. She asked me to visit Bangalore for a week, seemingly to prove that I love her. I don't know whether I didn't or simply 'couldn't' In two months, she had lost interest in me. 'Time' was playing the villain in my love story. Two reasons. One: I wasn't being able to find time for her. Two: Six months isn't enough 'time' to understand each other so well.
I kept trying to keep the relation for the next ten months or so. I visited her twice and sent several gifts. Now, I had started finding an indifference in her behavior.
In February 2012, she was an MBA. The next month, her parents found her a 'good guy'. I never thought 25 was a good age to marry.
A few days later, I received a mail. Parts of it were like...
"...I am getting engaged Niel. His name is Vikaas...son of my dad's business partner...works for Infy in the US. I know him personally...I don't want to hurt my parents. They brought me up so well, took all the decisions for me, gave me everything I ever wanted. I want to see smiles on their faces..."
I visited her once again, this time in her home town,Darjeeling. I failed.
She got engaged in April and got married in July 2012. I even received an invitation for the ocassion, which appeared more like a 'slap on my face' than anything else. I didn't want to create a scene out there. Bollywood stuff doesn't work in real life any way. I chose not to attend her wedding.
I thought I wouldn't cry cause I am a strong guy. I was wrong.
I got a salary-hike next month, and booked a Volkswagen Polo.
On the 23rd of November 2012, I updated 'Niladri Bhowmik is Married'. 14 likes. 3 comments. :)
................................End of the story...................................
P.S. : The moonwalk is a dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward; much like what happened to me !.
I thought I was making the right moves, going ahead in life with Ayesha. As it turned out, I was just living another unsuccessful attempt to find true love. In most stories, we find the girl making a 'i late luv storys' kind of a guy believe in love. In my case though, it happened the other way round.Now, I am of the opinion that 'Blind Love' is no more than a bloody oxymoron; and I wonder if my wife,Ambika can change my perception. Fingers crossed !!!
The Moonwalk.....(Episode 4)
We planned up for a trip to Wonder-la, a water park in the city. But, this time we weren't alone...and I didn't mind that either ! We booked a cab for 6 - three couples...'if you know what I mean... :)'. Piyush and Aditi had watched Inception just a day ago; and that called for a discussion, more so because Kumud and Nakul wanted to hear the story...
Thankfully, I had understood this movie, which was overhyped as one that is 'difficult to understand'. May be it was. But there are rules that don't apply to engineers ! Ayesha looked impressed with my narration.It was fun going there...especially cause it was a journey with a purpose.
Ten long days after acquaintance, I was about to propose this girl. "Better late than never", I thought, counting my previous average. The stage was set...and this time I had planned to make it a bit more romantic than before. 'Water' was the theme.
We were all drenched, with half our bodies in water.It was 3:43pm by my water-resistant watch. The 'Close your eyes' ritual followed; and the fact that girls can't say no to 'diamonds' got proved just one more time. The ring looked amazing in her fair, wet finger. It was at that moment when I realised that she was the prettiest girl I ever dated. She looked amazing and I wanted to kiss her. Love was where I had fallen in....correction....*we...had fallen in...
We kissed on Monday. Venue: Terrace, Learning Centre, Alliance. She'd never been there before. I sang my favourite 'Tum Ho To...' and gifted her a rose.It was a wonderful time. She loved every bit of it.
That night at 3, after having talked to her o'er the phone, I realised that girls; no matter how smart they are; no matter how they carry themselves...they have an 'angel' side as well, which comes out when someone loves them honestly. I realised that there's one place where you can touch a woman to make her go crazy; and that place is her heart :)
Facebook said: "Niladri Bhowmik is in a relationship with Ayesha Nanda". 126 comments. 203 likes.
Freshers' followed in 5 days...and in no time 'Farewell' was coming up.
We spent as much time with each other as we possibly could. LG hired me on the 24th of November, 2010. I flew out of Bangalore on the Feb 15, 2011. Throughout the flight, I kept looking at my new watch...my first Valentines' Day gift. It seemed I had fallen in love with love itself.
I had changed in the past 6 months....but... in the next 2 months, somebody else did.
.......to know what happened next, read the 5th and final episode, that's coming soon......
Thankfully, I had understood this movie, which was overhyped as one that is 'difficult to understand'. May be it was. But there are rules that don't apply to engineers ! Ayesha looked impressed with my narration.It was fun going there...especially cause it was a journey with a purpose.
Ten long days after acquaintance, I was about to propose this girl. "Better late than never", I thought, counting my previous average. The stage was set...and this time I had planned to make it a bit more romantic than before. 'Water' was the theme.
We were all drenched, with half our bodies in water.It was 3:43pm by my water-resistant watch. The 'Close your eyes' ritual followed; and the fact that girls can't say no to 'diamonds' got proved just one more time. The ring looked amazing in her fair, wet finger. It was at that moment when I realised that she was the prettiest girl I ever dated. She looked amazing and I wanted to kiss her. Love was where I had fallen in....correction....*we...had fallen in...
We kissed on Monday. Venue: Terrace, Learning Centre, Alliance. She'd never been there before. I sang my favourite 'Tum Ho To...' and gifted her a rose.It was a wonderful time. She loved every bit of it.
That night at 3, after having talked to her o'er the phone, I realised that girls; no matter how smart they are; no matter how they carry themselves...they have an 'angel' side as well, which comes out when someone loves them honestly. I realised that there's one place where you can touch a woman to make her go crazy; and that place is her heart :)
Facebook said: "Niladri Bhowmik is in a relationship with Ayesha Nanda". 126 comments. 203 likes.
Freshers' followed in 5 days...and in no time 'Farewell' was coming up.
We spent as much time with each other as we possibly could. LG hired me on the 24th of November, 2010. I flew out of Bangalore on the Feb 15, 2011. Throughout the flight, I kept looking at my new watch...my first Valentines' Day gift. It seemed I had fallen in love with love itself.
I had changed in the past 6 months....but... in the next 2 months, somebody else did.
.......to know what happened next, read the 5th and final episode, that's coming soon......
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The Moonwalk.....(Episode 2)
For the next couple of days, I did some brainstorming !....tried to figure out what would have been the best lines to say to Ayesha at that moment. Nothing really came to mind...
In the mean time, my roomie had made sure that everyone knows how my case was screwed. He posted on Facebook..."Breaking News: SOMEBODY has shown Niel what he is and has been able to keep him in stress for hours after the stress interview....SOMEBODY..!!??!!". 17 likes and 63 comments followed in the next 24 hours...
I felt like killing Nakul !
With the Friday Night fever still reading 104F, I entered a new day....a new week...a Monday. We had to announce the list of shortlisted candidates for the contest. 5 girls and 5 guys. Ayesha obviously didn't make it, cause we don't take girls who cry!!!...
I could see a naughty smile on her face...and suddenly I got a line...but didn't know whether to go and say that. What if she has a kickass reply up her sleeve...??...I was beginning to doubt my balls...What a shame !!
Finally...this is what came out..."You could have made it to the finals girl...if only...if only you were smarter..."
"I made it into your mind dude....and lets not talk 'bout who's smarter...I don't want you to loose the rest of it..."
"You are good at lines....but shed this attitude girl....and do it on your own....I don't wanna waste time doing that for you..."
"Ow...revenge?"
"What...??"...
"Ya...play the game. Your serve...", she offered.
"Oooo....you came to field pretty early...good. I'll give you a taste of the game soon..."
Just then, I got a call....
"C ya girl...."
"Will C ya for sure..."
Now, I hardly had anything else in mind except Ayesha. I could hardly realise that in the process of thinking how to outsmart her, I was thinking of her. Somehow, there was a wannabe inside me that was coming out.
I wanted to talk to her...Getting her number wasn't a big deal for me...and after an hour of thinking with the same thoughts repeating themselves, I probably made a lame move.
I called her...
In the mean time, my roomie had made sure that everyone knows how my case was screwed. He posted on Facebook..."Breaking News: SOMEBODY has shown Niel what he is and has been able to keep him in stress for hours after the stress interview....SOMEBODY..!!??!!". 17 likes and 63 comments followed in the next 24 hours...
I felt like killing Nakul !
With the Friday Night fever still reading 104F, I entered a new day....a new week...a Monday. We had to announce the list of shortlisted candidates for the contest. 5 girls and 5 guys. Ayesha obviously didn't make it, cause we don't take girls who cry!!!...
I could see a naughty smile on her face...and suddenly I got a line...but didn't know whether to go and say that. What if she has a kickass reply up her sleeve...??...I was beginning to doubt my balls...What a shame !!
Finally...this is what came out..."You could have made it to the finals girl...if only...if only you were smarter..."
"I made it into your mind dude....and lets not talk 'bout who's smarter...I don't want you to loose the rest of it..."
"You are good at lines....but shed this attitude girl....and do it on your own....I don't wanna waste time doing that for you..."
"Ow...revenge?"
"What...??"...
"Ya...play the game. Your serve...", she offered.
"Oooo....you came to field pretty early...good. I'll give you a taste of the game soon..."
Just then, I got a call....
"C ya girl...."
"Will C ya for sure..."
Now, I hardly had anything else in mind except Ayesha. I could hardly realise that in the process of thinking how to outsmart her, I was thinking of her. Somehow, there was a wannabe inside me that was coming out.
I wanted to talk to her...Getting her number wasn't a big deal for me...and after an hour of thinking with the same thoughts repeating themselves, I probably made a lame move.
I called her...
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Moonwalk.....(Episode 1)
Tears rolled down her eyes. She wanted to move out of that closed room. She wasn't being able to take this any more. Perhaps I had crossed the line. She stood there and sobbed for a couple of minutes, before she chose to leave.
She was contestant No.23. I didn't even know her name. I was supposed to take a stress interview of the freshers, as a part of a personality contest. I was doing a good job until this girl cried. I could hardly interview the next two contestants. As No.26 walked in, I moved out.
I wanted to meet that girl. My friend Aditi helped me find her. She was seated with another girl at the staircase. I found this a bit tough to handle. Aditi helped me.
"Sorry Mam", the other girl said. "She is a bit...."
I moved a couple of steps closer to the ladies. "I am Sorry...I really didn't want to hurt you the way I did..."
"Its okay sir...."
"Don't call me 'sir'....I am Niel..."
"Ya...Niel...I shouldn't have taken part in this...these kind of contests are not for me...."
"Hey....you are making me feel guilty now...."
"No...everyone had warned me. They said it's impossible to impress you....that it's impossible to see the lighter side of you during the contest...."
"Okay...", I said as Aditi passed a naughty smile, just the way she always does when a girl says something nice about me.
"...and I took the challenge...perhaps I shouldn't have..."
"No...girl...I mean...what's your name...?"
"Ayesha..."
"Ok...Ayesha....never be afraid to take a challenge....who knows...you might just end up winning..."
"You are right dude......I did the right thing....the challenge was to trap you with tears....and I won....howwzzat...Mr.Niladri Bhowmik...???"
I was taken for a bad bad ride....and now I didn't know where to hide. Aditi's mouth was wide open....
"So....Mr. Supersmart Niel...? Any form of counter-attack playing in your head...or would you like to surrender...?"
I was speechless...I was outsmarted....and I knew I had to live with this for the last six months of MBA.
"You probably don't deserve gentlemen anyway....bloody freak !!!", I said it in a most pissed-off tone and walked out of there...
...and that's how I met this girl, with no idea whatsoever that she would become my first love...
She was contestant No.23. I didn't even know her name. I was supposed to take a stress interview of the freshers, as a part of a personality contest. I was doing a good job until this girl cried. I could hardly interview the next two contestants. As No.26 walked in, I moved out.
I wanted to meet that girl. My friend Aditi helped me find her. She was seated with another girl at the staircase. I found this a bit tough to handle. Aditi helped me.
"Sorry Mam", the other girl said. "She is a bit...."
I moved a couple of steps closer to the ladies. "I am Sorry...I really didn't want to hurt you the way I did..."
"Its okay sir...."
"Don't call me 'sir'....I am Niel..."
"Ya...Niel...I shouldn't have taken part in this...these kind of contests are not for me...."
"Hey....you are making me feel guilty now...."
"No...everyone had warned me. They said it's impossible to impress you....that it's impossible to see the lighter side of you during the contest...."
"Okay...", I said as Aditi passed a naughty smile, just the way she always does when a girl says something nice about me.
"...and I took the challenge...perhaps I shouldn't have..."
"No...girl...I mean...what's your name...?"
"Ayesha..."
"Ok...Ayesha....never be afraid to take a challenge....who knows...you might just end up winning..."
"You are right dude......I did the right thing....the challenge was to trap you with tears....and I won....howwzzat...Mr.Niladri Bhowmik...???"
I was taken for a bad bad ride....and now I didn't know where to hide. Aditi's mouth was wide open....
"So....Mr. Supersmart Niel...? Any form of counter-attack playing in your head...or would you like to surrender...?"
I was speechless...I was outsmarted....and I knew I had to live with this for the last six months of MBA.
"You probably don't deserve gentlemen anyway....bloody freak !!!", I said it in a most pissed-off tone and walked out of there...
...and that's how I met this girl, with no idea whatsoever that she would become my first love...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Summer of '99...
(((This was written in 2006...May 22....I recall the memories of my childhood...my pals and my bicycle. Note that the rhyming pattern matches with the lyrics of 'Summer of 69'....as in the last word of a particular line in the original song would sound similar to the corresponding word in the poem...was a difficult task...
Try singing it in that tune...like Bryan Adams :)...)))
I got my first trendy bike, slim
Bought it at hundreds twenty-nine
Rode it till the sun got red
Was the Summer of 99
Me and more guys n gals, cool
Had a gang named Klub Leonard
Hard to beat, too brave to get worried
We moved along...the fastest by far
Racing past the V.S.Tower
By the banks of my hometown river
And when we made a noise
We'd face a shrunk eyed glare
Those were the best days of my life
O...that day...March the Sixteenth
When I rode all records through
Frenz around...all congratulatin'
N my eyes dying to see you...yeah !
At the end of that standing search
She gifted me the best hug ever
Wet eyed on that victory land
Nothing beats the touch of a lover
Those were the best days of my life...
Try singing it in that tune...like Bryan Adams :)...)))
I got my first trendy bike, slim
Bought it at hundreds twenty-nine
Rode it till the sun got red
Was the Summer of 99
Me and more guys n gals, cool
Had a gang named Klub Leonard
Hard to beat, too brave to get worried
We moved along...the fastest by far
Racing past the V.S.Tower
By the banks of my hometown river
And when we made a noise
We'd face a shrunk eyed glare
Those were the best days of my life
O...that day...March the Sixteenth
When I rode all records through
Frenz around...all congratulatin'
N my eyes dying to see you...yeah !
At the end of that standing search
She gifted me the best hug ever
Wet eyed on that victory land
Nothing beats the touch of a lover
Those were the best days of my life...
Live_the_abc_way....May 28, 2010
A question posted to Live_the_abc_way.....
"It's about Naina (name changed). I had selected her last year. She was really impressive in the interview...a perfect fit for our radio station. And as usual...I was right. During the last ten months, our station has been doing well. Slowly but surely, we are catching up on Mirchi.
I love Naina. She is pretty and talks sense...all that I want...all that I love...but ....my wife doesn't love this.
I have been married for over a year now. My aunt had selected this girl for me...she's actually one of her students in the Music School.
I find Vandita (name changed) boring. She's got an amazing voice, but it's no good unless you know what to speak. She knows that I have an affair in office. But...we don't really fight much. We live a formal life at home.We hardly talk actually. I return late most of the times and then sleep.
I know I am doing something wrong to Vandy...but I've tried being nice. She's just not my type...she's just not cool enough.
What do I do...?"
..............................................................................
abc's answer:
"Kill yourself...you %*&^*.....well..hang on...
You didn't mention whether Naina loves you...and whether you are into a physical relation with her...which I hope is not the case(fingers crossed)...
You are one big ass...who doesn't know what relations are all about...have you ever heard of a thing called 'adjustment'...?
Would you throw your parents out of your house if they don't behave exactly the way you want them too...? Or have you done that already...?
Listen boss...you might be some tycoon making a lot of money...but I don't give an damn to your way of thinking. Vandita should actually spit on your face and go away....but she is a musician...so she has learnt a thing or two...probably from your aunt too.
Go home tonight and say 'sorry' to her...cook for her...and if you can't...then take her out somewhere. Give her some freedom...some fresh air....get her back...cause without you even realising it...you've lost her...
And dude....you better be good to her...you know the power of media...and I will have an eye on you.
Best of luck...
"It's about Naina (name changed). I had selected her last year. She was really impressive in the interview...a perfect fit for our radio station. And as usual...I was right. During the last ten months, our station has been doing well. Slowly but surely, we are catching up on Mirchi.
I love Naina. She is pretty and talks sense...all that I want...all that I love...but ....my wife doesn't love this.
I have been married for over a year now. My aunt had selected this girl for me...she's actually one of her students in the Music School.
I find Vandita (name changed) boring. She's got an amazing voice, but it's no good unless you know what to speak. She knows that I have an affair in office. But...we don't really fight much. We live a formal life at home.We hardly talk actually. I return late most of the times and then sleep.
I know I am doing something wrong to Vandy...but I've tried being nice. She's just not my type...she's just not cool enough.
What do I do...?"
..............................................................................
abc's answer:
"Kill yourself...you %*&^*.....well..hang on...
You didn't mention whether Naina loves you...and whether you are into a physical relation with her...which I hope is not the case(fingers crossed)...
You are one big ass...who doesn't know what relations are all about...have you ever heard of a thing called 'adjustment'...?
Would you throw your parents out of your house if they don't behave exactly the way you want them too...? Or have you done that already...?
Listen boss...you might be some tycoon making a lot of money...but I don't give an damn to your way of thinking. Vandita should actually spit on your face and go away....but she is a musician...so she has learnt a thing or two...probably from your aunt too.
Go home tonight and say 'sorry' to her...cook for her...and if you can't...then take her out somewhere. Give her some freedom...some fresh air....get her back...cause without you even realising it...you've lost her...
And dude....you better be good to her...you know the power of media...and I will have an eye on you.
Best of luck...
Thursday, May 27, 2010
What happened last Friday....
What a mess....!!!
I absolutely adore the activists in Bangalore. What a move....what a move to save the countrymen...from a disaster.
I was with my pals the other day to watch the first-day afternoon show of the most hyped movie in India...Kites. The tickets had been booked earlier...we were all set. Aditi, especially was more than just excited about it. Like most brainless Indian girls...she is a Hrithik fan....(shez got brains though :P)...
But then...the activists had other ideas. There was some contract that was broken by the distributors of the movie; which apparently had pissed those Kannada activists off. They would now bar the movie from being screened.
........ Meet Mr.Basu
Thank God they did....and I got 750 bucks credited back to my account...yeppey...!!!
Now...y the hell am I so happy...? Just cause I read the reviews that the movie was pathetic....?...naah...
I had to decide for myself...cause I had really loved Basu's earlier movies in 'Life in a Metro' and 'Gangster'....so Piyush and I watched the flick yesterday...and trust me...the reviews were not as bad as the movie was...it's half a star for me.
God...why on earth do you not correct your foolish children...huh...?
Anurag Basu tried everything it seemed...but nothing seemed to work...for the first time in life I hated a kissing scene in a movie...I was so pissed of...
You end up dieing to listen to some Hindi...and when it comes..its all crap. With poor dialouges (can't comment on the Spanish-Mexican stuff though)....usual bollywood-ishtaail action and car chases; a useless script; ordinary direction; and over-acting and some virtual strip-tease by the superstar...Hrithik.....it was indeed a cocktail of disasters....
...And ya...what was my sweetheart Kangana doing in there...? What a waste of talent...Mr.Basu...I really don't have the guts to watch what you would make next...
I hereby request our directors (they don't read my blog...but still) to make sensible movies. Got nothing against the Indian Film Industry...but really can't watch stuff like these ya...
Jai Hind :)
I absolutely adore the activists in Bangalore. What a move....what a move to save the countrymen...from a disaster.
I was with my pals the other day to watch the first-day afternoon show of the most hyped movie in India...Kites. The tickets had been booked earlier...we were all set. Aditi, especially was more than just excited about it. Like most brainless Indian girls...she is a Hrithik fan....(shez got brains though :P)...
But then...the activists had other ideas. There was some contract that was broken by the distributors of the movie; which apparently had pissed those Kannada activists off. They would now bar the movie from being screened.
Thank God they did....and I got 750 bucks credited back to my account...yeppey...!!!
Now...y the hell am I so happy...? Just cause I read the reviews that the movie was pathetic....?...naah...
I had to decide for myself...cause I had really loved Basu's earlier movies in 'Life in a Metro' and 'Gangster'....so Piyush and I watched the flick yesterday...and trust me...the reviews were not as bad as the movie was...it's half a star for me.
God...why on earth do you not correct your foolish children...huh...?
Anurag Basu tried everything it seemed...but nothing seemed to work...for the first time in life I hated a kissing scene in a movie...I was so pissed of...
You end up dieing to listen to some Hindi...and when it comes..its all crap. With poor dialouges (can't comment on the Spanish-Mexican stuff though)....usual bollywood-ishtaail action and car chases; a useless script; ordinary direction; and over-acting and some virtual strip-tease by the superstar...Hrithik.....it was indeed a cocktail of disasters....
...And ya...what was my sweetheart Kangana doing in there...? What a waste of talent...Mr.Basu...I really don't have the guts to watch what you would make next...
I hereby request our directors (they don't read my blog...but still) to make sensible movies. Got nothing against the Indian Film Industry...but really can't watch stuff like these ya...
Jai Hind :)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Life turns 180s....in a matter of days... :)
IIT seems to be that one dream for many in this country. They all say it's tough and keep dreaming. I said, "it's easy", and made it. I loved the campus. There was so much to learn...so much to innovate. I was now where I always knew I would be.
In the first year at Kharagpur, I made a lot of friends. Mitali was my roomie. We did the girltalks, watched movies, flirted with guys, clicked stupid pics, made fun of the dumbos...we did it all; and scored well too. I did Dad proud when the merit list of the first semester had my name right up there...Anamika Gupta.
It was all going as good as the doctor ordered...and then....and then I fell in love.
Our sections had changed in second year. This guy called Vaibhav was my classmate now. We started liking each other, going out...and about a couple of months into 2nd yr, he proposed. 'Yes' was the call.
Life had started to look more beautiful. I enjoyed whatever he did to me. I loved to surrender when he made love to me. Soon, we informed our parents. Love hadn't affected our scores; and we belonged to the same caste. So, our parents had no problem.
We passed out in 2008. I topped once again. He threw another party.A month later, both of us joined IBM...but in different cities. Delhi for me; and Bangalore for him.
Soon, things changed. Vaibhav got attracted to some girl in office. He thought I wouldn't know, but I came to. But, by the time I did, I had been ditched completely. I decided to break up. Vaibhav didn't want that. He knew that I was the perfect marriage material for him.
Vaibhav called me several times. I didn't pick his calls. He even came down to Delhi to convince. Didn't work. Our families now wanted us to marry soon. I told them that I don't want to. They asked for the reason. I hid that. So did Vaibhav. For his family and mine, I was now the culprit. I was the one who didn't want to marry.I was being blamed without a reason...but somehow...somehow I couldn't point fingers at him. I still loved him.
A week after he returned from Delhi...I got a call. It was a shocking news. Vaibhav had committed suicide.
I was arrested the next day. No..there wasn't any letter that mentioned my name; but his parents knew that I was the reason. I have been in jail ever since. I had told the truth in court; but I didn't have a proof. His friends were the witness to the fact that he called me several times and even came to my city. They concluded that I had an affair. They asked for the boy's name. I had no answers.
In the last couple of years, I have compiled a novel. Its the same story in detail. Mitali says she'll help get it published...I hope she would...afterall, she is the only person who visits me in jail.
I have a couple of more years to spend here; and then I'll start a new life. I know how good I am. I know I can still make it big and I will.
In the first year at Kharagpur, I made a lot of friends. Mitali was my roomie. We did the girltalks, watched movies, flirted with guys, clicked stupid pics, made fun of the dumbos...we did it all; and scored well too. I did Dad proud when the merit list of the first semester had my name right up there...Anamika Gupta.
It was all going as good as the doctor ordered...and then....and then I fell in love.
Our sections had changed in second year. This guy called Vaibhav was my classmate now. We started liking each other, going out...and about a couple of months into 2nd yr, he proposed. 'Yes' was the call.
Life had started to look more beautiful. I enjoyed whatever he did to me. I loved to surrender when he made love to me. Soon, we informed our parents. Love hadn't affected our scores; and we belonged to the same caste. So, our parents had no problem.
We passed out in 2008. I topped once again. He threw another party.A month later, both of us joined IBM...but in different cities. Delhi for me; and Bangalore for him.
Soon, things changed. Vaibhav got attracted to some girl in office. He thought I wouldn't know, but I came to. But, by the time I did, I had been ditched completely. I decided to break up. Vaibhav didn't want that. He knew that I was the perfect marriage material for him.
Vaibhav called me several times. I didn't pick his calls. He even came down to Delhi to convince. Didn't work. Our families now wanted us to marry soon. I told them that I don't want to. They asked for the reason. I hid that. So did Vaibhav. For his family and mine, I was now the culprit. I was the one who didn't want to marry.I was being blamed without a reason...but somehow...somehow I couldn't point fingers at him. I still loved him.
A week after he returned from Delhi...I got a call. It was a shocking news. Vaibhav had committed suicide.
I was arrested the next day. No..there wasn't any letter that mentioned my name; but his parents knew that I was the reason. I have been in jail ever since. I had told the truth in court; but I didn't have a proof. His friends were the witness to the fact that he called me several times and even came to my city. They concluded that I had an affair. They asked for the boy's name. I had no answers.
In the last couple of years, I have compiled a novel. Its the same story in detail. Mitali says she'll help get it published...I hope she would...afterall, she is the only person who visits me in jail.
I have a couple of more years to spend here; and then I'll start a new life. I know how good I am. I know I can still make it big and I will.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Taking an off...for Personal reasons...
Hi lovers, well wishers and premature fans( if any !)....
I'll not be posting for the next two weeks or so....
Will be back with a bang in June....Keep the faith...Love You....
I'll not be posting for the next two weeks or so....
Will be back with a bang in June....Keep the faith...Love You....
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Drunk...
I've got a guitar, and I've got a bike
And I've got the right voice to sing on the mic
I've got a pen, and I've got the bucks
So...what's it that makes me say..."Life sucks..."?
Countless hours and countless chords
Alone in my bedroom, open on the roads
The strings are fed up of my bloody fingers
All in vain cause she's not a listener
Unknown streets and a million miles
Will cool new stunts and trendy styles
I beat the wind and whip along
With an empty backseat..all alone
My CDs on the stands sell out in no time
They are addicted to me...the fault isn't mine
The world does feel that I'm having a ball
Cause they don't know the lady who hates it all
My pen knows its job, it writes on well
A feeling of peace, in my soul, does dwell
When the inkpot empties into that sea of love
However, there's someone whom my poems disturb
It rains dollars and pounds all time on me
Its a wonderland around, I live tension free
So...what's it that kills me every minute
Her outlook on me is the poison, definite.
(((It was written on October 23, 2006....I had no bike and guitar then. Fame and money...I still don't have....So...it's all fiction...
And ya...it was made into a song by an Elvis fan called Arun Krishna. He sang it in college. It flopped.)))
And I've got the right voice to sing on the mic
I've got a pen, and I've got the bucks
So...what's it that makes me say..."Life sucks..."?
Countless hours and countless chords
Alone in my bedroom, open on the roads
The strings are fed up of my bloody fingers
All in vain cause she's not a listener
Unknown streets and a million miles
Will cool new stunts and trendy styles
I beat the wind and whip along
With an empty backseat..all alone
My CDs on the stands sell out in no time
They are addicted to me...the fault isn't mine
The world does feel that I'm having a ball
Cause they don't know the lady who hates it all
My pen knows its job, it writes on well
A feeling of peace, in my soul, does dwell
When the inkpot empties into that sea of love
However, there's someone whom my poems disturb
It rains dollars and pounds all time on me
Its a wonderland around, I live tension free
So...what's it that kills me every minute
Her outlook on me is the poison, definite.
(((It was written on October 23, 2006....I had no bike and guitar then. Fame and money...I still don't have....So...it's all fiction...
And ya...it was made into a song by an Elvis fan called Arun Krishna. He sang it in college. It flopped.)))
The 'Mondita' Story...(Episode 2 of 2)
(((Hey...make sure you've read Episode 1...before you start off with this...)))
Aah...that voice !
It had changed over the last seven years, but who could take away that magic from it. Eighth heaven !
I acted smart. Tried to...rather. I asked her to guess who I am. She surely couldn't. Then the hints started coming. I said I was from Xavier's. Lots of names came up. I knew some of them. Finally, I could no longer stand other boys' names being uttered by her....(ahem ahem...possessive !!).
"You remember Ananyabrata?", I asked...
"Yaaa....ABC...why?", my name.... my name....!! These guys in Xavier's used to call me by this name 'ABC'.
"So...You got who I am now...", I said.
"No....you know ABC. That's fine...but who are you...?", she asked.
"Well, I am....ABC himself....Hi Mondita....how are you doing?"
"Cut the crap boy...ABC was a close friend of mine; and I'm sure you would know that. You would also know that guys used to tease me by his name, especially after he left Xavier's. You would also know that he never contacted me after leaving the city........He is gone. He'll never come back. You are not him"
It almost rained...down my eyes. I took her words for her love and thought she was missing me....However, this is what she said next...
"Boy...whoever you are...if you wish to talk to me, you can. But, reveal your identity. Tell me who you are. You don't have to lie to talk to me. And please don't use his name....I request"
"Well...but Mondita...I am ABC... trust me...you can ask Rajashree....".
Rajashree was a common friend. She was the one who gave me her number. I talked to her for over half an hour. She promised to convince Mondita that I was indeed ABC.
Minutes later, my cell rang. 'Mondita Calling'...the phone looked prettier !
"So...", I said..." Can we talk further....Mondita...?"
"Well, not really....", she said, "I instead have made Rajashree realise that you are faking"
"Holy crap......No..."; I almost screamed. I went on to give her a lot of proofs, but she would not believe.
More so, because I was speaking to her in Assamese. I didn't know her mother tongue, Assamese, when I studied in Xavier's. In the last two years I had hung around with a lot of guys from Assam, including my two committed roomies, who taught me their language. She couldn't believe that I could speak her tongue now.
Well....the use of Assamese was purely done to impress...but it backfired....(true KLPD)
I kept trying to 'prove myself' during the next couple of weeks. Didn't work.
Two months later, I went to her home town. I called her up from a PCO there. Her brother picked up the phone.
"I am ABC, speaking from a coin booth around here, not being able to locate your house. I had come down to meet Mondita actually..."
"ABC...right..? You $^%#&^..", he shouted...
"My sis told me about you....you tell me where you are and I'll take that 'ABC' thing out of you...Did she not ask you not to use that name....and you are still troubling her....Come...Come...I'll come rather...Tell me where you are...you @&$^&^%..."
I banged the telephone down. From his tone, I knew that I was going to be beaten, without a reason. I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to explain. So...I moved out of the booth and fled.
All my love was washed away with this call. I took the train the next day. I never met her again. We never talked again.
However, an hour ago, I got a call...from an unknown number. I picked it up....and guess what...
It was Airtel...customer care... !!! (KLPD part 2)
I know she would never come back. But...I really don't understand why she refused to trust me. Sometimes, I also feel it was her way of avoiding me. I don't know...
But readers....I confess..."I am ABC".
(((This happened. I didn't bother changing names either.Childhood love really has a magic of its own. She was my biggest crush and still is....)))
Aah...that voice !
It had changed over the last seven years, but who could take away that magic from it. Eighth heaven !
I acted smart. Tried to...rather. I asked her to guess who I am. She surely couldn't. Then the hints started coming. I said I was from Xavier's. Lots of names came up. I knew some of them. Finally, I could no longer stand other boys' names being uttered by her....(ahem ahem...possessive !!).
"You remember Ananyabrata?", I asked...
"Yaaa....ABC...why?", my name.... my name....!! These guys in Xavier's used to call me by this name 'ABC'.
"So...You got who I am now...", I said.
"No....you know ABC. That's fine...but who are you...?", she asked.
"Well, I am....ABC himself....Hi Mondita....how are you doing?"
"Cut the crap boy...ABC was a close friend of mine; and I'm sure you would know that. You would also know that guys used to tease me by his name, especially after he left Xavier's. You would also know that he never contacted me after leaving the city........He is gone. He'll never come back. You are not him"
It almost rained...down my eyes. I took her words for her love and thought she was missing me....However, this is what she said next...
"Boy...whoever you are...if you wish to talk to me, you can. But, reveal your identity. Tell me who you are. You don't have to lie to talk to me. And please don't use his name....I request"
"Well...but Mondita...I am ABC... trust me...you can ask Rajashree....".
Rajashree was a common friend. She was the one who gave me her number. I talked to her for over half an hour. She promised to convince Mondita that I was indeed ABC.
Minutes later, my cell rang. 'Mondita Calling'...the phone looked prettier !
"So...", I said..." Can we talk further....Mondita...?"
"Well, not really....", she said, "I instead have made Rajashree realise that you are faking"
"Holy crap......No..."; I almost screamed. I went on to give her a lot of proofs, but she would not believe.
More so, because I was speaking to her in Assamese. I didn't know her mother tongue, Assamese, when I studied in Xavier's. In the last two years I had hung around with a lot of guys from Assam, including my two committed roomies, who taught me their language. She couldn't believe that I could speak her tongue now.
Well....the use of Assamese was purely done to impress...but it backfired....(true KLPD)
I kept trying to 'prove myself' during the next couple of weeks. Didn't work.
Two months later, I went to her home town. I called her up from a PCO there. Her brother picked up the phone.
"I am ABC, speaking from a coin booth around here, not being able to locate your house. I had come down to meet Mondita actually..."
"ABC...right..? You $^%#&^..", he shouted...
"My sis told me about you....you tell me where you are and I'll take that 'ABC' thing out of you...Did she not ask you not to use that name....and you are still troubling her....Come...Come...I'll come rather...Tell me where you are...you @&$^&^%..."
I banged the telephone down. From his tone, I knew that I was going to be beaten, without a reason. I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to explain. So...I moved out of the booth and fled.
All my love was washed away with this call. I took the train the next day. I never met her again. We never talked again.
However, an hour ago, I got a call...from an unknown number. I picked it up....and guess what...
It was Airtel...customer care... !!! (KLPD part 2)
I know she would never come back. But...I really don't understand why she refused to trust me. Sometimes, I also feel it was her way of avoiding me. I don't know...
But readers....I confess..."I am ABC".
(((This happened. I didn't bother changing names either.Childhood love really has a magic of its own. She was my biggest crush and still is....)))
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The 'Mondita' Story...(Episode 1)
Once upon a time, there lived a princess. Well, not really, but kind of...; and her name was Mondita.
Lets get closer to facts. I was admitted to St.Xavier's when I was ten. That's where I met Mondita, my first crush as such. She was the quietest girl in class. One could hear her voice only when she was asked to read a piece of prose aloud. Even her 'present miss' from the first bench during the roll call would be to low for me to hear.
In the picture: Mondita at 4.
I wanted to sit with her. The seat next to Mondita would be usually empty.One day I marked that sometimes, the class teacher would pull someone naughty and make him sit next to her. So, the way was simple. I was the naughtiest child the next day.
That's where the story began. I studied in that school for four years, during which we became pretty close friends. I would never go out during the tiffin break. I preferred staying back. We talked a lot those days. However, we never made telephone calls to each other. I felt shy to let my parents know that I talk to girls. It was probably an 'age thing'.
In 1999, those four years came to an end. Dad got transfered to some other city. Slowly but surely, I lost contact of most of my friends in Xavier's.
VIII, IX, X, XI, XII....Engineering 1st year,2nd Year.....seven years went by before something happened....
We were three of us sharing a room in our hostel. Two of us were bachelors; and then suddenly someone came with a good news which left me in a minority. I was now the only guy in the room without a girlfriend. For the next ten odd days, I did a research, both online and off it. "Naa..." was the call.
Somehow, I knew that I'd got to get back Mondita into my life. I chatted with a common friend. Got her landline number. Called.
Her brother picked it up. Elder brother.
...And guess what...he gave me Mondita's cell number. I called up from the top of the world.....
Lets get closer to facts. I was admitted to St.Xavier's when I was ten. That's where I met Mondita, my first crush as such. She was the quietest girl in class. One could hear her voice only when she was asked to read a piece of prose aloud. Even her 'present miss' from the first bench during the roll call would be to low for me to hear.
I wanted to sit with her. The seat next to Mondita would be usually empty.One day I marked that sometimes, the class teacher would pull someone naughty and make him sit next to her. So, the way was simple. I was the naughtiest child the next day.
That's where the story began. I studied in that school for four years, during which we became pretty close friends. I would never go out during the tiffin break. I preferred staying back. We talked a lot those days. However, we never made telephone calls to each other. I felt shy to let my parents know that I talk to girls. It was probably an 'age thing'.
In 1999, those four years came to an end. Dad got transfered to some other city. Slowly but surely, I lost contact of most of my friends in Xavier's.
VIII, IX, X, XI, XII....Engineering 1st year,2nd Year.....seven years went by before something happened....
We were three of us sharing a room in our hostel. Two of us were bachelors; and then suddenly someone came with a good news which left me in a minority. I was now the only guy in the room without a girlfriend. For the next ten odd days, I did a research, both online and off it. "Naa..." was the call.
Somehow, I knew that I'd got to get back Mondita into my life. I chatted with a common friend. Got her landline number. Called.
Her brother picked it up. Elder brother.
...And guess what...he gave me Mondita's cell number. I called up from the top of the world.....
Monday, May 3, 2010
Mr. William Shakespeare.....howzzat...?
Acquaintances sometimes let you know great stories. This is a story about a tragedy that happened to the room mate of one of my friends' cousins....woof..!!!...somebody !
Its kinda sad, even more so, cause it was treated as a joke. But then, the truth is that even I laughed out when I heard this. The name of the guy is Saurabh. Decent name...but....
Saurabh was in love with this girl called Ayushee. He saw her on the first day of class in college. He fell in love soon. Planned out a proposal; and like most intelligent young lovers, he proposed on the 14th of February, the next year. She said 'Yes'. He said 'Yesss !!!!'.
For the next two years, the couple did everything you would expect of them. They talked through the nights. Roamed about. Were seen in places like CCD, the last corner seats of movie theatres, temples,hill stations etc. They did their Mondays and Thursdays together. They promised to live through those seven lives, and wished there were more lives to live together. They did stuff that made girls say "How sweet...O my Gawd". Everything...and...O ya...they had sex too...
Well, this is all predictable stuff, isn't it? What isn't is what happened after this.
Their college organised a fest. Colleges from all over the city; and two colleges from other towns of the same state, participated in that so-called National Level Fest. There was a guy who participated in one of the Robotics competitions. His name was Arjun...and guess what...Arjun Rampal. Only by name !
Ayushee was a die hard fan of the 'real' Arjun Rampal. So, one of her friends, of course a girl, rushed to tell her that there's this guy called Arjun Rampal in campus. She responded exactly the way she was expected to. She met him in the next ten minutes. The next day, a new relationship started building up. The next month, our own Saurabh was nowhere in the picture.
Now, someone's got to explain me why this happened. I mean, I've seen that Arjun's picture in orkut. He looks bad. So... how can someone fall for a name? Shakespeare's words... "What's in a name" were crucified it seems.
Well, I seriously had no clue why this happened to Saurabh. Can you help me with this...? Please...?
Its kinda sad, even more so, cause it was treated as a joke. But then, the truth is that even I laughed out when I heard this. The name of the guy is Saurabh. Decent name...but....
Saurabh was in love with this girl called Ayushee. He saw her on the first day of class in college. He fell in love soon. Planned out a proposal; and like most intelligent young lovers, he proposed on the 14th of February, the next year. She said 'Yes'. He said 'Yesss !!!!'.
For the next two years, the couple did everything you would expect of them. They talked through the nights. Roamed about. Were seen in places like CCD, the last corner seats of movie theatres, temples,hill stations etc. They did their Mondays and Thursdays together. They promised to live through those seven lives, and wished there were more lives to live together. They did stuff that made girls say "How sweet...O my Gawd". Everything...and...O ya...they had sex too...
Well, this is all predictable stuff, isn't it? What isn't is what happened after this.
Their college organised a fest. Colleges from all over the city; and two colleges from other towns of the same state, participated in that so-called National Level Fest. There was a guy who participated in one of the Robotics competitions. His name was Arjun...and guess what...Arjun Rampal. Only by name !
Ayushee was a die hard fan of the 'real' Arjun Rampal. So, one of her friends, of course a girl, rushed to tell her that there's this guy called Arjun Rampal in campus. She responded exactly the way she was expected to. She met him in the next ten minutes. The next day, a new relationship started building up. The next month, our own Saurabh was nowhere in the picture.
Now, someone's got to explain me why this happened. I mean, I've seen that Arjun's picture in orkut. He looks bad. So... how can someone fall for a name? Shakespeare's words... "What's in a name" were crucified it seems.
Well, I seriously had no clue why this happened to Saurabh. Can you help me with this...? Please...?
Saturday, May 1, 2010
The Story of a Ghost...(''Bhooter Galpo'" in Bengali)
It was 1971. Winter. Sometime in November if I remember correctly.
I was an aspiring stage artist, doing small roles in one of Bengal's most prestigious Drama Associations, 'Bhabikaal'. I was only 22. I had grown up watching the people I acted with now. I would stay back till 3am for the rehearsals; sleep between 4 and 8; and reach the post office by 9, where I worked as a clerk.
That night, I stayed back till 4. I was playing the Zameendaar's son in the play 'Krishak', which is a Bengali word for 'farmer'. The Zammendaar, Bannerjee Da was one of the most renowned stage actors. I had this great opportunity to learn a lot, acting alongside him. The next day, a crowd of over five hundred people would watch the play at India Club.
There was no one else to accompany me. Also, my younger brother had taken my cycle away. So, I had to walk those two miles to home.There wasn't a ray of light.
As I walked on, all the famous stories about ghosts in Calcutta played in my mind. I knew that something was coming up. A while later, I saw a light. It was moving towards me. I got scared. Chanting 'Jai Ram' was all that I could do.I didn't move. After a minute, I got to know that it was someone moving in a cycle, holding a mashaal to see the way. 'What a relief !'
Stories also had it that the biggest Banana tree that came on the way, belonged to Lord Ganesha; and that there lives after death, a headless king, who urinates before eating people up. Ten minutes down the line, the Banana tree was seen. My feet had stopped moving. It was much bigger than the usual banana trees. I looked around for the headless king, with 'Jai Ram' being recited without a break.
In that darkness, at 4:30, I stepped next to the tree,with my umbrella in my hand, to save me from the light drizzle.I felt good that I was brave. Just then, loads of water fell ahead of my feet. I knew now, that I was the food tonight. I ran.
As I ran, I changed the prayer to ' Jai Ganesh' knowing fully well that Lord Ganesha, being the owner of the tree, was the only god who could save me ! I ran on, for my life. I ran faster than ever, but it seemed to take longer than ever.
Finally, I reached home.I gasped for breath, but couldn't afford to get in.My Maternal Uncle,who had brought me up since my father passed away in 1959, would drag me out of the career in theatre if he came to know that I was frightened. I cooled myself down at the door.Knocked. My mother opened it.She asked me what was wrong.
"I need a sleep Maa", I said and rushed to the bed.
Next morning, I wanted to go back to the tree. I had to prove to myself that there are no ghosts out there. I knew that if I live with this fear, I probably wouldn't be able to rehearse late, which would bring my theatre career to an end.
I went there.It was daylight and me, two brave people. I waited near the tree for sometime. And then...the same thing happened. Water, almost as much a couple of mugs would hold, fell at my feet. I got the physics. I caught the ghost. It was nature.
Rain water accumulated on top of the leaf; and when the water would increase upto a certain point, the leaf couldn't hold it any more, and it ran down to the road. Simple law of gravity.I looked up. Thanked my father. Came back.
Later that year, I got the first lead role in theatre. I went on to do a lot of such roles, and won the 'Best Actor' Award several times. I married a very sweet, young lady of 22, when I was 31.
At 33, I quit theatre. I concentrated on becoming a good husband now. A year later, I was promoted as an Inspector, and was posted in Darbhanga in Bihar. At 36,in 1985, I was the happiest person. My son, my only child, Ananyabrata was born. Now, I had to become a good father. I hope I did become one. Ananyabrata would tell you better.
(The protagonist is Late Shri Samir Chakravorty, my father.He retired as the Assistant Director of Postal Services in 2008.He left us on the 14th of March 2010 due to Kidney failure.
The names of certain people and places are changed, but whatever I wrote here are pieces of the story that my father told me when I was young. I had asked him to tell me a story of a ghost. He, in his unique way, narrated this story and made me understand that there is no such thing as 'ghost'....Amazing !
I never had the chance to watch him act. The ones who did, say that they never watched anyone act better.
P.S. In the picture you see my parents, way back in 1980.)
I was an aspiring stage artist, doing small roles in one of Bengal's most prestigious Drama Associations, 'Bhabikaal'. I was only 22. I had grown up watching the people I acted with now. I would stay back till 3am for the rehearsals; sleep between 4 and 8; and reach the post office by 9, where I worked as a clerk.
That night, I stayed back till 4. I was playing the Zameendaar's son in the play 'Krishak', which is a Bengali word for 'farmer'. The Zammendaar, Bannerjee Da was one of the most renowned stage actors. I had this great opportunity to learn a lot, acting alongside him. The next day, a crowd of over five hundred people would watch the play at India Club.
There was no one else to accompany me. Also, my younger brother had taken my cycle away. So, I had to walk those two miles to home.There wasn't a ray of light.
As I walked on, all the famous stories about ghosts in Calcutta played in my mind. I knew that something was coming up. A while later, I saw a light. It was moving towards me. I got scared. Chanting 'Jai Ram' was all that I could do.I didn't move. After a minute, I got to know that it was someone moving in a cycle, holding a mashaal to see the way. 'What a relief !'
Stories also had it that the biggest Banana tree that came on the way, belonged to Lord Ganesha; and that there lives after death, a headless king, who urinates before eating people up. Ten minutes down the line, the Banana tree was seen. My feet had stopped moving. It was much bigger than the usual banana trees. I looked around for the headless king, with 'Jai Ram' being recited without a break.
In that darkness, at 4:30, I stepped next to the tree,with my umbrella in my hand, to save me from the light drizzle.I felt good that I was brave. Just then, loads of water fell ahead of my feet. I knew now, that I was the food tonight. I ran.
As I ran, I changed the prayer to ' Jai Ganesh' knowing fully well that Lord Ganesha, being the owner of the tree, was the only god who could save me ! I ran on, for my life. I ran faster than ever, but it seemed to take longer than ever.
Finally, I reached home.I gasped for breath, but couldn't afford to get in.My Maternal Uncle,who had brought me up since my father passed away in 1959, would drag me out of the career in theatre if he came to know that I was frightened. I cooled myself down at the door.Knocked. My mother opened it.She asked me what was wrong.
"I need a sleep Maa", I said and rushed to the bed.
Next morning, I wanted to go back to the tree. I had to prove to myself that there are no ghosts out there. I knew that if I live with this fear, I probably wouldn't be able to rehearse late, which would bring my theatre career to an end.
I went there.It was daylight and me, two brave people. I waited near the tree for sometime. And then...the same thing happened. Water, almost as much a couple of mugs would hold, fell at my feet. I got the physics. I caught the ghost. It was nature.
Rain water accumulated on top of the leaf; and when the water would increase upto a certain point, the leaf couldn't hold it any more, and it ran down to the road. Simple law of gravity.I looked up. Thanked my father. Came back.
Later that year, I got the first lead role in theatre. I went on to do a lot of such roles, and won the 'Best Actor' Award several times. I married a very sweet, young lady of 22, when I was 31.
At 33, I quit theatre. I concentrated on becoming a good husband now. A year later, I was promoted as an Inspector, and was posted in Darbhanga in Bihar. At 36,in 1985, I was the happiest person. My son, my only child, Ananyabrata was born. Now, I had to become a good father. I hope I did become one. Ananyabrata would tell you better.
(The protagonist is Late Shri Samir Chakravorty, my father.He retired as the Assistant Director of Postal Services in 2008.He left us on the 14th of March 2010 due to Kidney failure.
The names of certain people and places are changed, but whatever I wrote here are pieces of the story that my father told me when I was young. I had asked him to tell me a story of a ghost. He, in his unique way, narrated this story and made me understand that there is no such thing as 'ghost'....Amazing !
I never had the chance to watch him act. The ones who did, say that they never watched anyone act better.
P.S. In the picture you see my parents, way back in 1980.)
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Making of the Song 'Banjaraa'
(((This story won me the 1st prize in a National competition in IBM
...wait...did I say 'story'?)))
“Naa re”, said Ambar, “D- minor isn’t working…man”.
It was November. Ya…24th…so…25th…yes it was 25th November’06.We had booked the studio for the 27th, to record the last song of our new album. This one would be a pure romantic unplugged melody. But, we weren’t getting the chords right.
Overconfidence was eating on us. We shouldn't have booked the studio before having completed the song. However, we had taken it up...so we had to do it to complete the project.
It was 4 a.m.; and as usual, Ambar and I were at my terrace. My cell phone contained the lyrics. Our jackets helped a great deal as we sat there with a guitar, in an Assamese winter night.
“When I saw you for the first time……….” we kept trying. Lots of changes. Lots of crap. But finally, the product was ready. ‘Banjaraa’ was complete.
“Yes…!!”, we said together. We loved this song. Also, I had written this for someone special and unlike the other songs, it was lending vocals to it too. So, it was all the more close to my heart. It was 5 now.
“You loved that part na”, said Ambar, and sang ‘Aankhen bujhaaun to dikh jaati hai wo, Kholun to jaaye kahaan….’ “Yes bro, that’s the USP of this song. One voice. One guitar. One lovely piece of lyrics. Peace of mind. Piece of art”, I said in my poetic style.
Just then my cell rang. 9164724280. “Don’t know who’s this. Just a moment. You keep humming that long…”
“Hello…I am Ambar’s uncle. Just a moment. Bhaviji …Lijiye baat kijiye”, and he handed the phone over to Anisha Aunty(Ambar’s mom).
“Yes Aunty…”
“Son, Ambar wanted to meet you once. I don’t know what he had to say…” , and she started crying.
Ambar’s uncle got back the phone. He said, “How could you do this? He was your best friend …right?
Did he not deserve a word from you before he died last night?”.
I turned. Ambar wasn’t there. My phone fell flat on the terrace. The call got disconnected. In a second the cell beeped. 1 message. From Ambar.
“Hey see…Job done naa?..I’m leaving, but Shloka must rock…we must be the best band in the country…tell Arghya...cheers…I’ll be there with you guys…always”.
I fainted.
(It's been 3 years now. Banjaraa never got recorded. Shloka now has a changed lineup and a changed name. We can still feel his presence when we jam. For us, he hasn't gone anywhere. He is right here...in our music.He is the reason why we call ourselves 'DIVINE Raaga')
Monday, April 26, 2010
4. Top View (Joseph...the colleague) and more...
(((Hang on....Have you read Chapters 1,2 and 3 below? If you haven't, please do....)))
"It was close to what is termed as 'Love at first sight'. This Hindu girl joined our company as a fresher. I was on my toes for that smile. Sadly, she was married.
She joined in a different team. A couple of months later, I shifted. The friendship grew. I cracked jokes just to see that dimple appear again. I knew that somewhere, I was doing it wrong. But I couldn't stop myself. She seemed to like my company as well.
Once, we had an office tour. Kanika drank for the first time. At about 1am, she called me to her room. We talked throughout the night. She told me the problem of her life. Her husband was impotent. I guess a lot more could have happened that night if I wanted. But I chose not to make use of the fact that she was drunk. I chose to stay a friend.
Days later, I met the guy. He was nice, but by no way deserved Kanika.
I wanted their divorce.I don't know whether it was my love or something else.The only thing I knew was that Kanika's life was getting ruined; and I didn't want that.
I started threatening the guy.In a changed voice, I made him feel that he was a burden on Kanika's life. I asked him to kill himself.
Weeks later, the I threatened to kill him.
Shekhar died in an accident after a few days.
Later that year, I married Kanika. We are happy now. But, there's something that worries me all the time.
Today, a salesman came and asked for Shekhar. I told him that he is dead. He looked at me in an unusual way.The look is worrying me.
It's been more than a year and I don't want anything to go wrong now."
P.S.:
5. Centre View (God....the creator):
"..............." (God knows !)
6. Back View (ABC....the author):
"Feel sad for Shekhar, but then, as they say,all's fair in love and war.Wish the new couple a good life ahead. Hope the salesman doesn't have a role to play.
Well Readers, what do think about this story?
What do you think will happen next?
Please write back.Thank You"
"It was close to what is termed as 'Love at first sight'. This Hindu girl joined our company as a fresher. I was on my toes for that smile. Sadly, she was married.
She joined in a different team. A couple of months later, I shifted. The friendship grew. I cracked jokes just to see that dimple appear again. I knew that somewhere, I was doing it wrong. But I couldn't stop myself. She seemed to like my company as well.
Once, we had an office tour. Kanika drank for the first time. At about 1am, she called me to her room. We talked throughout the night. She told me the problem of her life. Her husband was impotent. I guess a lot more could have happened that night if I wanted. But I chose not to make use of the fact that she was drunk. I chose to stay a friend.
Days later, I met the guy. He was nice, but by no way deserved Kanika.
I wanted their divorce.I don't know whether it was my love or something else.The only thing I knew was that Kanika's life was getting ruined; and I didn't want that.
I started threatening the guy.In a changed voice, I made him feel that he was a burden on Kanika's life. I asked him to kill himself.
Weeks later, the I threatened to kill him.
Shekhar died in an accident after a few days.
Later that year, I married Kanika. We are happy now. But, there's something that worries me all the time.
Today, a salesman came and asked for Shekhar. I told him that he is dead. He looked at me in an unusual way.The look is worrying me.
It's been more than a year and I don't want anything to go wrong now."
P.S.:
5. Centre View (God....the creator):
"..............." (God knows !)
6. Back View (ABC....the author):
"Feel sad for Shekhar, but then, as they say,all's fair in love and war.Wish the new couple a good life ahead. Hope the salesman doesn't have a role to play.
Well Readers, what do think about this story?
What do you think will happen next?
Please write back.Thank You"
3. Left-hand Side View...(Shekhar...the husband)
"Brother, I am dead. I love my wife. Look at her on the wall pic. Isn't she pretty?
It's my fault actually, or probably nature's. A few months after marriage, we visited the doctor regarding an issue. That's when I came to know the biggest truth of my life.I have a sexual problem. I can't reproduce. Ever since, my wife's been different. I was never allowed to come close after that.
I got my breakfast on time. I was talked to. We watched TV together.And probably,thats it. Months ago, I met this guy called Joseph, Kanika's colleague. I could read from the way they talked, that there was something between the two of them. I was right.
I have been getting calls since last week. The caller says thats I have ruined Kanika's life. I probably have,but I don't think I deserve to die because of that. The caller thinks I should. I know who the caller is. It's Joseph, with a changed voice; and I'm sure Kanika is involved. Isn't this wrong...brother?"
It's my fault actually, or probably nature's. A few months after marriage, we visited the doctor regarding an issue. That's when I came to know the biggest truth of my life.I have a sexual problem. I can't reproduce. Ever since, my wife's been different. I was never allowed to come close after that.
I got my breakfast on time. I was talked to. We watched TV together.And probably,thats it. Months ago, I met this guy called Joseph, Kanika's colleague. I could read from the way they talked, that there was something between the two of them. I was right.
I have been getting calls since last week. The caller says thats I have ruined Kanika's life. I probably have,but I don't think I deserve to die because of that. The caller thinks I should. I know who the caller is. It's Joseph, with a changed voice; and I'm sure Kanika is involved. Isn't this wrong...brother?"
2. Right-hand Side View.... (Kanika...the wife)
"I was twenty-three.It was supposed to be the biggest day of my life. Thousands of people were invited.My dad had mixed emotions.Happy that I was going to a good family; and sad that I was...going away.
The next year saw me change, from a girl to a lady- a wife.He cared for me;taught me a lot of things. He loved me a lot. However, the feeling never seemed to come from my side. I tried all the while. I couldn't. His impotency was surely not his fault. But somehow, it wasn't and couldn't be a problem that wouldn't bother me.
We slept in the same bed, but never. I thought at times that I wasn't a good wife, that I never was able to forgive him for the disease.I was very close to Joseph in office. He often used to come to our place. I was not going around with him, but Shekhar thought otherwise. He always thought that I was in love with Joseph.
One day, I got a call. Shekhar died in an accident.
Months later, Joseph proposed. I went on to marry him. I am happier today.But sometimes I get reminded of that guy. He was nice. He was very submissive and polite. His death, however didn't seem to bother many. But yesterday, there was a young man who called up his number, which we hadn't discarded for various reasons. He didn't even know that Shekhar was dead.
He came home this morning. He looked concerned.He was an Insurance Salesman."
The next year saw me change, from a girl to a lady- a wife.He cared for me;taught me a lot of things. He loved me a lot. However, the feeling never seemed to come from my side. I tried all the while. I couldn't. His impotency was surely not his fault. But somehow, it wasn't and couldn't be a problem that wouldn't bother me.
We slept in the same bed, but never. I thought at times that I wasn't a good wife, that I never was able to forgive him for the disease.I was very close to Joseph in office. He often used to come to our place. I was not going around with him, but Shekhar thought otherwise. He always thought that I was in love with Joseph.
One day, I got a call. Shekhar died in an accident.
Months later, Joseph proposed. I went on to marry him. I am happier today.But sometimes I get reminded of that guy. He was nice. He was very submissive and polite. His death, however didn't seem to bother many. But yesterday, there was a young man who called up his number, which we hadn't discarded for various reasons. He didn't even know that Shekhar was dead.
He came home this morning. He looked concerned.He was an Insurance Salesman."
Saturday, April 24, 2010
1. The Secret of a Stranger...Front View (the Salesman)
"I was selling insurance those days.(Well...I'm still doing that).I had just completed my MBA from RIMS, Bangalore. I hated that job, but hardly had a choice.
Koramangala Fourth Block was where I had to visit that Sunday. It was all usual, asking tens of people to guide me, going the wrong way, coming back having travelled 3 useless miles and then getting that 'Huh...You Salesman...!' look from the security guard, followed by an 'I am fed up look' from the customer. But that day, the customer was fed up because of something else.
He was a businessman, some 30 years of age, with 'one' wife and no children. He asked me to have a seat. I then had a chance to look at that picture on the wall, as he brought me a glass of Rasna . An extremely pretty lady hugged this semi-bald pale looking guy in the picture.'Lucky', I thought.
"Brother...", he started. For the first time in three weeks, a customer had used this salutation. "I'll listen to your presentation. I understand your job. I know how difficult it is. But, before that, I want you to listen to my problem"...
" I know its unusual to share this with a stranger. I also know that you are probably not experienced enough to come up with a solution, but I want you to listen..."
I didn't have a choice really. "Sure" is what I said.
" It's so damn personal that I can't share it with anyone; and it's really eating me up from within and I feel that I've got to tell somebody about it...somebody who will never come back...somebody I'll never face again."
It had to do with his wife.He was stuck up in a bad marriage. He told me everything from how they met to what happened that morning. He didn't cry. He rather seemed to make fun of the situation.He was a strange stranger.
An hour later, I spoke my part and came out. It was awkward for me and he knew that. He thanked me, and asked me not to disclose his name to anyone.
He was a screwed up case. I stored his number.
Yesterday, some two years after that Sunday,some sixth sense struck me.I called that number asking for him. A man told me that he was no more.
Today, I confirmed it. He is dead. He died about a year and a half back.I know the reason. I know the culprit. But, I don't know what to do next."
(Coming up next: The Right-hand Side View)
Koramangala Fourth Block was where I had to visit that Sunday. It was all usual, asking tens of people to guide me, going the wrong way, coming back having travelled 3 useless miles and then getting that 'Huh...You Salesman...!' look from the security guard, followed by an 'I am fed up look' from the customer. But that day, the customer was fed up because of something else.
He was a businessman, some 30 years of age, with 'one' wife and no children. He asked me to have a seat. I then had a chance to look at that picture on the wall, as he brought me a glass of Rasna . An extremely pretty lady hugged this semi-bald pale looking guy in the picture.'Lucky', I thought.
"Brother...", he started. For the first time in three weeks, a customer had used this salutation. "I'll listen to your presentation. I understand your job. I know how difficult it is. But, before that, I want you to listen to my problem"...
" I know its unusual to share this with a stranger. I also know that you are probably not experienced enough to come up with a solution, but I want you to listen..."
I didn't have a choice really. "Sure" is what I said.
" It's so damn personal that I can't share it with anyone; and it's really eating me up from within and I feel that I've got to tell somebody about it...somebody who will never come back...somebody I'll never face again."
It had to do with his wife.He was stuck up in a bad marriage. He told me everything from how they met to what happened that morning. He didn't cry. He rather seemed to make fun of the situation.He was a strange stranger.
An hour later, I spoke my part and came out. It was awkward for me and he knew that. He thanked me, and asked me not to disclose his name to anyone.
He was a screwed up case. I stored his number.
Yesterday, some two years after that Sunday,some sixth sense struck me.I called that number asking for him. A man told me that he was no more.
Today, I confirmed it. He is dead. He died about a year and a half back.I know the reason. I know the culprit. But, I don't know what to do next."
(Coming up next: The Right-hand Side View)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
InSAnE....Episode 3 of 3 (Read Episodes 1 & 2 below)
Yash and Natasha were classmates. They had problems with each other. They were actually in the same Assignment Group. I tried my best to sort things out. I failed. The next thing I tried was to keep myself away from all that. I failed again.
MSRIT, an Engineering College in Bangalore, was organizing a Rock event. We were invited. The date was Feb 2. We started practicing from the next day, with just one month to go. We had a 20 minute slot. 4 songs. This time we were going for ‘Beyond God’ and ‘Dare Truth’ as originals, along with ‘Wake me Up’ and ‘Car Crash’.
Natasha had a problem. Jamming was going fine for the first five days. Then, she started missing me. The truth was that I wasn’t giving her time. She watched us jam for the first couple of days. Then, she stopped turning up.
‘What is more important to you…I or your band?’. This was so damn obvious. I tried to explain. We talked the entire night. She cried several times. I had to give up something. I had to ditch. I ditched InSAnE.
‘ My lyrics are all yours, but you must look for a new rhythm guy.’ My friends tried their best to get me back. I felt important, but I had nothing to give.
The hunt for the new guitarist was on the next evening. Several guys auditioned. There was this guy who had played earlier for a band called ‘Early Death’. We got him. He has a catchy name… ABC, which stands for Ananya Brata Chakaborty. Another bong, after Gainda but this one was from Assam. I had talked to this guy a couple of times before, but never knew he would be so vital so soon.
Natasha and I carried on. I missed my band. She loved my sacrifice. The fact that I ditched InSAnE was the biggest proof of my commitment to her. That’s the way they are. Can’t help.
Feb 2 was cool. InSAnE rocked, as usual. She enjoyed it as well.
‘But, it was better the last time round, my baby is missing na…’, she added, boogling my cheek. What do I say about that now? The guys came down. We had high fives. We did a hip hip hurray for our new mate ABC. He loved it.
‘Hey Nuts….Wassup !’ A tall, handsome guy came and hugged my girl. She was thrilled.
‘When did you come to Bangalore?’. She then moved away and had a long talk with that guy. For the second half of the talk, she wasn’t smiling.
‘Old friend’, she said. I hadn’t asked her anything.
That night, we drank like anything. Yash came to hit me. Ads was angry on me as well. I realized that it was all over for me from InSAnE. Gainda was my only friend from the band now.
‘Now you know who your real friends are’, said Natasha.
The next weekend, she went to see her brother. She didn’t want me to see her off.
Her behavior had changed over the week. The good night kiss had become less passionate. The good morning one had moved out of the window. I asked her what the problem was. She didn’t speak. Suddenly, studies had become more important.
The next weekend, she went again…to meet her brother. This time, I followed. It was the same guy who we saw on the day of the Rock Show. They were at a CCD. I backed off.
I asked her to speak out the truth. She didn’t. I told her what I saw. ‘ How dare you follow me like that, how long have you known me?’ I found that strange. I knew very well that things were going wrong.
A couple of days later, we talked like two mature people. She told me the story of Piyush. They started going out when they were in the 8th standard. They loved each other deeply. Problems rose when they realized that Piyush’s family wouldn’t accept a Christian girl, even though her mom was a Hindu. Piyush then started moving close to some other Hindu girl. However, now he had realized his mistake and wanted her back.
I recollected every bit of the story that night. It hardly made sense. Why did the guy have to fall for some other girl? Why did the realization come after accidentally meeting her at the rock show? Why did this girl come this close to me in a matter of two months, when she already loved someone else?
I wondered what kind of a girl Natasha is. Soon, I realized that orphan Richin didn’t have much left in life. I tried my best to get things sorted. Nothing seemed to work.
The next three months were like hell. The crushes had stopped happening.Even Gainda had started avoiding me. After all, he had to stay close to InSAnE. Perhaps, even he was asked to make a choice.
The Summer Vacation was month long from July 15. I went home. My mom’s elder brother had been looking after me since Mom and Dad passed away in an accident in 2003. I have mostly been out after that, and the money he spends on me is my Dad’s money, which he says, would be over soon. I have never really been treated nicely by them. This month was no different.
02 Aug 2009.I was back from home. The train halted at the Bangalore station. I got down.
“Bhaiyya…Alliance…BTM”. “120 ”.
At 3 in the afternoon, I reached hostel. I hardly found anyone there. I got into 209…that’s my room. I typed these 8 pages in Microsoft word. Then, I had to do something right away. I had a couple of choices as to how I would go about doing that. I chose the simple way. I placed the blade perpendicular to my left wrist.
I just had to go. Thats it. Its not about guts and stuff. Its about peace. Life couldn’t give that to me. So, death was the only choice I had.
“Here NOW, I am done with the writing as well. Nakul calling. My Assignment partner. He is the guy who introduced me to ABC. Lucky guy ABC. InSAnE is cool. I’ll miss them. Oops…How would I miss anybody. They’ll miss me….or perhaps they won’t.
All I have for this world is this story. Guys in love have a lesson to learn from this. I hope it will be read. And I have this last poem.
I Scream for Peace
Its scary darkness,imprisoned here I live
Its all been taken,nothing for me to give
Will Jesus ever turn up to release...
As I shout,as I scream here for peace ?
No hint o' sound, no ray of light
Not a friend, not an enemy that I can fight
Its so null,so weird, so uninhabited
Its almost as if time's been terminated
My heart is slowly dying out as it beats
I feel dead from the inside, as the history repeats
O...will my Jesus show up and release
Me of myself,as I shout, screaming for peace...
Its scary darkness,imprisoned here I live
Its all been taken,nothing for me to give
Will Jesus ever turn up to release...
As I shout,as I scream here for peace ?
No hint o' sound, no ray of light
Not a friend, not an enemy that I can fight
Its so null,so weird, so uninhabited
Its almost as if time's been terminated
My heart is slowly dying out as it beats
I feel dead from the inside, as the history repeats
O...will my Jesus show up and release
Me of myself,as I shout, screaming for peace...
That’s about it from my side.
I am leaving for Peace.
Bindaas !”
The End….
InSAnE....Episode 2 of 3 (Make sure u've read episode 1)
‘Bhaiyya…Airtel ka 150’. I knew it was the same voice. She was there with a couple of more girls. I was having Pepsi with Gaindaa.
‘Hi…Natasha..Howz you doing?’
‘Hey dude, I just forgot to take your number the other day...whats it?’. I gave her the number, and got the missed call.
‘ See Ya…’
‘Doooode…who is this ‘maal’?’ ‘Shut your ass up. She is a nice girl.’ ‘Hmmm…really nice !’ I knew what this Gainda meant, but I didn’t say anything.
We started chatting that night.
“You like this place? I mean its really nice. I am in love with Alliance…trust me….” She spoke like anything.
“You know what, I’ve noted something. There are 3 Deeps in your band, as in Gyaandeep, Aman Deep and Deep himself…Did you ever notice that?”.
‘No’ was my call.
Fact was that it was too obvious to go unnoticed. In fact, the last person to note that was Deep’s maid servant ! However, I had to make her feel intelligent. I mean, that can only work in my favour.
“You know what….”, she went on till 4.
Hardly ever did I have a chance to say that ….she was nice. InSAnE came to know about it the next day, thanks to Gainda. I had agreed for two cigarettes a day, but this Gainda wouldn’t shut his mouth. He wanted 10. ‘Fuck off’ was my answer.
November 16. 11:59. 1 minute to her birthday. ‘I have something for you. Can you open your drawer’? ‘Wow…what’s this?’. ‘You must find out…but hang on….Happy Birthday’
‘Wow wow…how cute is that…Thank You Richin…’. It was a Barbie. She had a treasure of those already. I thought it would be wise to add to that stock. Her roomie helped me with that.
‘There’s a card as well…’.
She was in tears. When you propose, and the girl weeps, you’ve got her ! I had written this poem for her in that card. She liked it. She loved it. About an hour later, I asked her to recite that poem. She did.
I clapped. Gainda raised his eyebrow. She was in tears again.
Natasha’s brother worked for IBM. He lived with his wife, some 15 ks from our college. So, we were never caught dating. He decided to enjoy Christmas and New Year with his family in Coimbatore. Natasha had Nathan’s house keys for a week. She told her brother that she wanted to party with her friends. She did party. However, I happened to be the only invitee.
She was wearing a white UMM top. I had my Iron Maiden on. Both of us knew what was coming up, after the talk. Soon, there was a silence. I knew what it meant. I kissed her forehead.
Soon, we left the drawing room. The bed was kinda heart shaped. Red cover. No music, but that’s okay. She caught hold of my hair, and kissed my face a couple of times. I got back with a smooch, that seemed to last for ever.
‘I love You’, I said after the kiss.
Sometime later, I said it again. The only difference, this time, we were clothless.
It was fun.
Opening the bra was the best part of it. I always thought of it as something very difficult. I did it in 2 seconds. I recalled my debit-credit concept. She was wild and cute at the same time. I had condoms, but she didn’t let me use it. She was sure that the intercourse wouldn’t bring a baby. It was some concept which I didn’t really get.
The next morning, I insisted her to take iPill. She did. I felt better. ‘The house will be ours for the next 6 days, as well.’ We made the most of it. My average bra-opening time had increased to about a minute. May be, the first time was just a fluke. We watched that movie ‘Kamasutra’ to get our poses right. Rekha was our coach.
‘Happy New Year’. We wished each other. The last seven days had changed my life. Leave apart the sex part, the day time was wonderful as well. We never moved out. After all, for the rest of Alliance, she was in Coimbatore, and I was in Mysore to meet my cousin. She would cook for me everyday. I saw that spark in her eyes that said she loved me. We had virtually set up a new home. It was time to start missing it. It was New Year.
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