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Our Love Story ...

…..Suddenly my phone started ringing; I picked it in the curiosity to check if they have got the copy of the question paper or not. I crossed my fingers to make it sure that I don’t have to mug up the micro processor for the whole night and for what, hell… just for those 3 hours in the morning. No way man…!!

The name flashing on the mobile screen…, the cracked mobile screen, was not very pleasing one at that time. In fact it was the most unexpected one. I mean at 1:15 in the night, why the hell Prateek was calling me. I gently pressed the green button,

“Hello Prateek”

“Bhaiya please come down fast, it’s an emergency, and we need your help”, the voice from the other side seemed distressed and disquieted one.

“Ok, wait a minute” I disconnected the call.

“ONE MONTH BACK”

My semester breaks were over and I have to go Jhansi for my sixth semester. I had already decided to change my location this time to some other locality, a little far from where I have spent almost three rocking years.

Two of the localities were favourites for the students studying in the University at that time, the famous Bundelkhand University. I never understand what makes it famous…the Big Campus (not the infrastructure), the corrupted staff, the huge number of courses and the useless institutes affiliated to it or simply the name game.

Veerangana Nagar and Shivaji nagar were the ideal localities for the University students, yeah sort of Medical too but that was more favourites for the Medical students studying MBBS in the Medical university. Veerangana Nagar was no more of my interest and I can’t face doctors day and night, so I choose Shivaji nagar and soon shifted with Deepesh (my new roommate but the old classmate) to the first floor of some sparse looking house. The old couples were really very gentle and kind; hence I rejected most of the newly built good looking houses and the artificial love of their owners.

One week was passed by and fun for the new semester was still blurred in my eyes. Can you believe six days and just three classes!!  It was useless to shift through the dust from college to home and vice versa.

Probably this was the only reason why I woke up so late on that Monday. The wall clock struck exactly eleven and I was like, “oh god, I slept like hell last night”. Deepesh was also not in the room and I knew where he must had have gone. I thought to give my face a gentle look; something like a human should have and soon went to the saloon, obviously to the best in vicinity.

“Yeah-yeah, I woke up mom, infact I just had a nice hair cut and the best face massage” my mother was always worried for me, like whether I woke up, did I ate my breakfast and all.

I knocked on the iron gates, the big old iron gates since they were locked from inside. I was still on the call with my mamma. Someone opened the gate, but….!!! I didn’t know her. Who was she? What was she doing there? (Wink)

“Mom, call you later...bye” I disconnected the call soon.

“Ji, kahiye (Yes, tell me).” She asked. She spoke so sweetly that I cannot tell you who was much sweeter, she or the Éclairs which was melting slowly and steadily in my mouth.

“Will you please speak?” being lil tough, She asked again, but this time I knew the Éclairs candy was slightly sweeter.

“Yeah, please open the gate.” I requested, as humbly as possible.

“Lekinnnn….aaap?....aap kaun?? (Buttt...youuu??.. who r u???)”

“arre mai....Sachin hu , upar rahata hu kiraye pe ( I am Sachin, the tenant here, use to live on the first floor).” I was so embarrassed; it seemed that someone has just conquered me. And no wonder if she refused to open the gate now, I might be found knocking on some neighbour’s door.

“Oh shit, so sorry, actually I am not familiar with the tenants you know.” She opened the door… finally!!

The simplicity of her in that white suit just bewitched me. Oh Jesus, how can you make someone so beautiful?

The night was soothing one, cold waves were on its heights. And those cold waved were more solacing after a full burning day. I was still embraced by that sweet encounter with that sweet cutie pie.

I narrated the whole incident to Deepesh and asked him if he have any idea about that new face. In between, someone knocked the door, I requested Deepesh to open the door as I was in no mood to get apart from the thoughts. It was Prateek. By the way Prateek is the grandson of my landlord; he was doing schooling from some Christian school as her parents were unable to find any decent school in the small town from where he belonged to.

 “Bhaiya!! Can I study here? I have an exam tomorrow and still I am not prepared for it.”  And Deepesh nodded his head in approval.

After half an hour or so, Prateek said.

“Sachin Bhaiya, Sapana Didi said sorry to you”.

And I could only smirk at that moment.

(To Be Continue….)

Parents dreams is all that matters...not yours....

"....and that gal just eloped away with that guy, can you believvvve..,"

said my mummy in an amaze. But I couldn't figure it out whether she was concentrating more on knitting the sweater or on to the later part, The Elope Away Story (more interesting for women chit chat).

Yeah, it was the moment to share a laugh, since it's among my best spare time avocation...to laugh with my mummy.

But truly, it was neither a jest nor any tale. I mean holy shit, what the heck this is, how some-one can look after solely for his/her happiness only and completely negate the others feelings, and those others are not others in-fact, they are your well wishers, they cared for you as much as for 25 years with so much gentle and can care for another 25 years or say till the day they are alive. They negated every of their felicity.

And then, here comes a day when you Just elope away to live for your dreams. What a bummer.!!

Coincidentally, couple of days back I was having chat with one of my say...good mate. She is actually in LoVe with some guy (wink) and was discussing about her forthcoming possible halts when both gonna try for love lock...yeahhhh Love Marriage (wink again)....she was really so worried and tensed (awwww). 

I just asked her a simple question...

"why don't you try to win round your mother's heart,"

"well, I will tell her my feelings for sure on the right day, but the final decision will be her only, because I can't be happy by negating the happiness of my family members." She answered so beautifully, isn't it??

"and more-over I believe If my destiny is to be with him, I will be with him, if not then will not, simple,"

arguably, she wind up her feelings so logically.

What a thought, super like. I was so embraced by her thoughts that I couldn't resist my fingers from running down on to the keyboard and typing all the hell and nice bullshits, you are actually just going through with and might be n-join too.

But genuinely, it's so disgusting and purely a foul act. It must be treated as an offence on shattering the emotions and all the dreams of your parents for the self happiness and that too for no rational reasons.

Finally, her (the poor elope away gal) parents got agreed to officially welcome the couple and hence the gal got married to the boy (idiot and the biggest donkey) of her dream so as to avoid lose face in the human society (the most weird one....).

....dedicated to all those who believes in the happiness of their parents....and cheers my friend for motivating me to write this blog....

LOVE saga...romantic version .♥....♥...

Love me when I'm old and shocking
Peel off my elastic stockings
Swing me from the chandeliers
Let's be randy bad old dears

Push around my chromed Bath Chair
Let me tease your white chest hair
Scaring children, swapping dentures
Let us have some great adventures

Take me to the Dogs and Bingo
Teach me how to speak the lingo
Bone my eels and bring me tea
Show me how it's meant to be

Take me to your special places
Watching all the puzzled faces
You in shorts and socks and sandals
Me with warts and huge love-handles

As the need for love enthrals
Wrestle with my dampproof smalls
Make me laugh without constraint
Buy me chocolate body paint

Hold me safe throughout the night
When my hair has turned to white
Believe me when I say it's true
I've waited all my life for you.

LOVE SAGA.....whooooh

ohh man....is it really so fantastic, pulsating and heart-throbbing,....phewww....to proceed...yes it is ...those who are in love....knows it is not less than a boon...you find your god in this life itself.

Who said God is available in the heaven and can be found there only..c'mon people, meet those who are in deep love, they will tell you that they have found their god though they are still alive. They say that first she/he cought my eyes and finally conquer my heart.

Love, is a universal word known otherwise as romance or that special relationship worth remembering and cherishing until you die. Next to happiness everyone search for their soul mates, which can bring that divine intimacy and happiness insurmountable and unparallel in life.

Love songs are one of the most famous forms of expressing love to one another from time and again. The song lyrics convey to your love what your heart wants to, but your mouth just cannot.

 

         "I've been alone with you inside my mind,

And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times,

I sometimes see you pass outside my door, HELLO,

Is it me you're looking for?"

One of my best friend always used to pinch and snarl me whenever he found me listening to love songs.

But something strange happened one day when we were on the bike, really unbelievable to me, he was listening to one of my favourite romantic track, ohh gosh....I asked him....Sushil ...what happened man...you are listening to what I usually takes heed for... and he said:

"yaar, it seems that I am in LOVE" .....whoooo..This is Love saga......and exactly..this is the true love.

Sushil is not an exception, fell in love and you will be found saying the same. Believe me it is.

Being a man I must say, the most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart.

"Dedicated to the one I fell in love with, Love u miss n missing you hard, come back if possible... :( " 

Rocking Husband...

Nothng to write.....didn't getting time....as of now....just this pic

.....dejection or Rejection...???

.....sitting quiet on the bed she started sobbing soon, standing couple of meters from her at the window..he was looking outside. From the 10th floor the city looks even more beautiful.

Both of the couples were whist, the deep silence was seemed to be more killing one at that time...

Finishing his cigarette he said...

"look sona...better we should get apart for some days, the day we start missing each other, will start life again...,"

And without cares to listen the reply he left for the office. The clock struck nine. 

During lunch in the office he thought to accede his mistake in the evening and mulled over the possible ways to win round her dejected Sona. In the evening he locked his bike in hurry, without waiting for the lift he ran towards the stairs and soon reached at the door of his rented flat. And damnnnn......It was LOCKED. His dreams were scattered. He was eating his heart out. Dropping his bag he sat on stairs."

This is mere a story..., yea it might be. But is it..?? Now think again..is it mere a story...?? answer is No..this is the life, most of the people living in metros...

"...they fight a lot, they lack patience now. They believe that they are loyal to each other yet they hesitate to share there Facebook passwords. They still cares for each other but now this caring needs attention like if I cares for you then you must also care for me...."

The couples in metros specially the married ones (newly) turns exquisite now. And really it is..you got to believe it. One of the leading newspaper last week published the stats regarding the suicides of married people.

I still remember that pure romantic Bollywood number from the movie.."Ek dooje ke liye" rhymed as "hum bane tum bane ek dooje ke liye" (we are made for each other). I wonder if same feelings still burns in the hearts of the couple. (I am talking about the masses not the individuals...please bear with it and pardon me if this sentence hearts you...)

With the change in time, poets are now rock-stars and romantic songs are now item numbers in the movies.

Ever you felt as if you are a GOD...??

It happened yesterday in the night, in cold superb chilling night.  I was sleeping or say was listening to some old tracks on FM radio. Suddenly I heard some voice and it seemed quite sored one. I was just wondering whether I heard correctly or it was mere some freaking noise. I just removed my headsets and put my ear in the deep silence...and then whattt...the noise came again. and now I was sure who it was. The noise was of some puppy who was feeling cold outside on the road and obviously in chilling 4 degree or somewhat 3, you can't expect from living being to run in joy or whatever.

I opened my door as to see what exactly was the scene, and holy shit....it was really awful. A very small puppy was running here and there. Some times he was going under the cars been parked on the roadside,  some times under the bikes. And it was damn cold outside. the puppy was shivering badly and hence was crying...don't know for help or due to the cold. I guess for both. and yea my guessing is not that bad infect.

As soon as I came out, he ran towards me and came under my feet, he then started kissing my feet (the favorite work of all the dogs, but this one was certainly the most pity one) and I was like oh my godddd. How will he survive whole night..., even days don't guarantee for the sun in Delhi's winter.

I went inside, took out one sack and couple of big cloth pieces, hold the puppy in other hand and placed him in one of the sparse flat which was in my neighbors itself (leaving one flat). I then put the sack and one of the cloth over him and placed remaining cloth as we place our bad sheets.
For around three minutes I kept myself there only as to see if it gave him some relief or what. and to my victory I was so relaxed then.

In the morning as I was about to kick the bike for my office, that same puppy came again and started licking my shoes, and surely for those few moments  I was like GOD.

Where are we heading ?

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; We've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but, lower morals.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. Where are we heading ....?

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.  But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family an unwise investment indeed.

So what is the morale of the story????

Don't work too hard... and you know what's the full word of family?

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU