I could tell you his name, what he did, what he smelled like or the glint in his eyes but the truth is I can’t possibly write even a fraction of what you actually feel in that moment of attraction- you know it, I know it, Stephanie Meyer knows it, Gregory David Roberts almost believes in it.
Just because some jackasses thought about changing ‘impossible’ to ‘I’m possible’ and shrug away cribbers by saying -shit happens, I am going to try to describe that moment. Just how you silently sigh every time someone prods you to talk about your exes or addictions, I do too as I tell you about the time I saw him the very first time.
Tall, sleek, suave, dressed in black- he was in the arms of a girl, seducing her with all the tricks he had and didn’t need to use. Day in and day out, I saw him wrapped duly in someone’s soft caress.
I thought it was my mind again- playing the same it always does- knowing I always have to obsess over something I don’t have. But this wasn’t the usual itch I normally didn’t need to scratch for someone I’d despise in the next 30 days. Sleepless nights, bad work days, and wrinkles even make up couldn’t hide- this was real. I rushed to the place I had seen him earlier, where there was faint possibility of him sitting, possibly with someone as crazy as me.
I remember putting all my energy in opening the door, when I saw the attendant who could let me to him. It was finally time, to own up and try to have something I had no idea I could ever have. And to him I said –
“Could I have the Moto Razr please?”
That was four years ago… till I was temporarily starry eyed by someone else and just like light dissolves in dark, he decided to go away.
Two years later, I know this- many have come and gone- some used, repaired or severely damaged. I am with someone, who’s probably the stereotypical version of SUITED UP, whose behaviour modifications compel me to write status updates. I now have become a part of those mechanical blokes who carry on with their lives and overindulge on the concept of a Smartphone.
The iconic difference in the one who I write about is that I never felt the need to use emoticons. And while we all have turned into cynics and lovers and cynics again-there is a reason why millions yearn to have what is written in mythical legends or urban series.
You stole my heart like a kleptomaniac. And I am going to get you back.
Goodbye Blackberry. Hello Moto.
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Monday, March 21, 2011
Monday, July 19, 2010
Adish & Akanksha Part 1
Adish ran out of cigarettes. Note to self, he thought, "Don't enter parties you hate, without a sedative."Exhaling with frustration, he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.
One of the cities most popular places, he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party…his party.Oh that was the reason he was there.
One of his associates walked over to him, with the usual handshake and half hug, feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..." Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind, he walked out of the pub. He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it. That's the good thing about guys. They don't think as much as girls.Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time, to those who knew very little of him, at places it didn't matter.He crossed the street and asked for the nearest packet. At the age of twenty-nine, he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.
Gay.
Bisexual
Transgender.
It didn’t matter.
He had been in many relationships, numbers were long forgotten. The real ones were remembered. He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang. His passion knew no limits, gender was not his concern.Immerse yourself inside the other, like there's no tomorrow.
It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was, getting out of her car. Akanksha had never learnt how to drive. She had always been scared, too scared of running over a pedestrian over, too absorbed in her thoughts to look what’s coming ahead.
Sashaying her figure that belonged to the ramp which didn’t end where it belonged, she wore a gray dress which carefully revealed her prized features. With those never ending toned legs, a uniquely shaped back and a long stemmed neck, she treaded her path with her brave face.
Perfection was what came to his mind.
"F****** shit" was what came out of his mouth. Extinguishing his half-finished cigarette, he went inside after her...But wait, would she be happy to see him?He felt his car keys in his pocket but he couldn't leave. This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights, over two hundred people and a whole lot of booze.And so he went inside.
Sometimes, you can’t explain it, not even to yourself.He felt an urgency to talk to her, to let her know that he thinks of her, something that he would never admit, not even to himself. But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him, made him stop.
Could this evening get worse?!? It so happens, that defeatism often gives way to audacity. After waking moments of disappointment and pain, come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of, and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.But no, he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.
Not like this.
Making his way to the bar, something he should have done a while ago, he got himself a peg of his favourite scotch.Midway through his drink, Jai put a hand on his shoulder-"Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be, but you got to mingle buddy. We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele.Most of them have asked for you, including some good looking broads..."Adish nodded..."I'll straighten up…give me a minute."
Gulping down his drink, he ran his fingers through his hair, ready to win a few many hearts and fewer accounts.Adish had his own way of making it through to people.There were many who loathed him, just like all of us are, his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident, made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically, he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion, chiselled features and a prominent jaw line , he usually sported a three day old beard.To some, he always looked tired. He looked tired of good sex or an extra-ordinary full life. The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk. It was always daring yet aimless, that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.
While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him, some who came with their spouse, he did business, taking care of their needs.Those who would look at him closely, would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him, his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there, watching him; making his way to people she could barely know well as he could. Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him, she didn’t want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her Prada which recently cost her half her salary.She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her. She wishes he'd touch her.She turns away, afraid that someone would read her thoughts.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship. It was nothing that became something plausible, a cause that would give her sleepless nights. She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.
It was Adish who had called it off."Have the guts to say what you want. If you don't, I 'll do it for you...."After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her, she knew she had had enough.She stood there, waiting for him to leave. He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed. It took her a month to go back to work.Someone asks why it failed, she pauses…"Sometimes, all you wants is for someone to want you back as much as you do. And when it goes away, you feel it. I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish, it was all his doing. She was just left to follow him, to be swept off her feet.She did.
As her expectations came crashing down, so did their relationship.
Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.Taking a sip her Chardonnay, Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.And that moment, their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her, through the haze of coloured lights, the pungent smell of sweat and smell, they stood facing each other.
One of the cities most popular places, he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party…his party.Oh that was the reason he was there.
One of his associates walked over to him, with the usual handshake and half hug, feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..." Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind, he walked out of the pub. He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it. That's the good thing about guys. They don't think as much as girls.Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time, to those who knew very little of him, at places it didn't matter.He crossed the street and asked for the nearest packet. At the age of twenty-nine, he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.
Gay.
Bisexual
Transgender.
It didn’t matter.
He had been in many relationships, numbers were long forgotten. The real ones were remembered. He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang. His passion knew no limits, gender was not his concern.Immerse yourself inside the other, like there's no tomorrow.
It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was, getting out of her car. Akanksha had never learnt how to drive. She had always been scared, too scared of running over a pedestrian over, too absorbed in her thoughts to look what’s coming ahead.
Sashaying her figure that belonged to the ramp which didn’t end where it belonged, she wore a gray dress which carefully revealed her prized features. With those never ending toned legs, a uniquely shaped back and a long stemmed neck, she treaded her path with her brave face.
Perfection was what came to his mind.
"F****** shit" was what came out of his mouth. Extinguishing his half-finished cigarette, he went inside after her...But wait, would she be happy to see him?He felt his car keys in his pocket but he couldn't leave. This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights, over two hundred people and a whole lot of booze.And so he went inside.
Sometimes, you can’t explain it, not even to yourself.He felt an urgency to talk to her, to let her know that he thinks of her, something that he would never admit, not even to himself. But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him, made him stop.
Could this evening get worse?!? It so happens, that defeatism often gives way to audacity. After waking moments of disappointment and pain, come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of, and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.But no, he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.
Not like this.
Making his way to the bar, something he should have done a while ago, he got himself a peg of his favourite scotch.Midway through his drink, Jai put a hand on his shoulder-"Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be, but you got to mingle buddy. We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele.Most of them have asked for you, including some good looking broads..."Adish nodded..."I'll straighten up…give me a minute."
Gulping down his drink, he ran his fingers through his hair, ready to win a few many hearts and fewer accounts.Adish had his own way of making it through to people.There were many who loathed him, just like all of us are, his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident, made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically, he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion, chiselled features and a prominent jaw line , he usually sported a three day old beard.To some, he always looked tired. He looked tired of good sex or an extra-ordinary full life. The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk. It was always daring yet aimless, that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.
While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him, some who came with their spouse, he did business, taking care of their needs.Those who would look at him closely, would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him, his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there, watching him; making his way to people she could barely know well as he could. Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him, she didn’t want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her Prada which recently cost her half her salary.She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her. She wishes he'd touch her.She turns away, afraid that someone would read her thoughts.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship. It was nothing that became something plausible, a cause that would give her sleepless nights. She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.
It was Adish who had called it off."Have the guts to say what you want. If you don't, I 'll do it for you...."After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her, she knew she had had enough.She stood there, waiting for him to leave. He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed. It took her a month to go back to work.Someone asks why it failed, she pauses…"Sometimes, all you wants is for someone to want you back as much as you do. And when it goes away, you feel it. I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish, it was all his doing. She was just left to follow him, to be swept off her feet.She did.
As her expectations came crashing down, so did their relationship.
Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.Taking a sip her Chardonnay, Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.And that moment, their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her, through the haze of coloured lights, the pungent smell of sweat and smell, they stood facing each other.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Falling in Love?
What is love?
Is it a just a feeling like hunger? Is it a necessity like breathing? Is it a style statement like your mobile? Is it a hobby like cricket? Is it a passion like life? Is it everything yet nothing at all?
Anyone? Everyone? No one?
This is probably the most common four letter word in the history. You may associate it with the individuals close to you; your parents, your partner, your pet, your confidant, your poison, yourself! But can anyone actually define Love? Yes? I will pay you if you can satisfy my curiosity & give me a definitive answer to all my questions. I’ll pay you in kind.. Maybe shower you with Lurrve!!
When do you know that you are in love?
Is it when you forget all about yourself & spend 30 hour a day visualizing yourself with your Significant Other (SO)? Is it when you can’t stand anyone speak wrong about the only ‘perfect’ person in your life? Is it when your blood boils if your SO gives more importance to someone else? Is it when you feel empty in their absence & spring to life with a mere sms? I wouldn’t say that I have spend an enormous time trying to figure this mystery, but I surely have experienced the ups & downs that it brings with it. Its strange how all the cliché & filmy dialogues don’t seem funny anymore when you are a part. Things that defy common sense suddenly occupy your mind & you actually start believing in its occurrence. “I’ll get the stars & moon for you” – YA RITE!!!!
Someone please tell me how is it a happy feeling?
Research tells us that ‘Love’ is the main cause for suicide. I mean take for eg. an icecream. You like your lips that changes color with every lick, you like the soft yet frozen feel on your tongue, you like the way it feels as it makes its way from your mouth all the way to your stomach – But would you harm yourself once you are done enjoying it? No! At max you will order one more. You will relish it for sometime BUT you will surely not bang your head against the wall till you can’t feel it any more, blood starts gushing from your nose & get a sick feeling in your stomach!!!!
Everything in this world is an option for every individual; be it choice of food, clothes, work, friends & the best part is that its given that you don’t have to stick to one option in any choice. Your are allowed to eat a Chinese pizza with a pudina chatni, wear om kurta with denims & Italian shows, live in Indian home with Romanian interiors equipped with Korean technology BUT its not acceptable to love two individuals at the same time!! It’s against the society & termed as cheating!!
Why??????
I don’t think society by itself has anything against loving two people or at least if you consider ancient, the first forms of civilization, back then man was very comfortable with the fact that the human race is not meant to be monogamous. It was understood that one would have multiple partners. Even Indian mythology has proof that polygamy was very much the way of the society back in the start of time as we know it. It really depends on whether your partner has it in her/him to understand that love can happen with two or more people. Sadly most people don’t... because with love comes possessiveness & territorialism. Many people aren’t secure enough in themselves to give in to free love
Note: Part of this blog has been influenced by Indian next best selling author Sim Chan.
Is it a just a feeling like hunger? Is it a necessity like breathing? Is it a style statement like your mobile? Is it a hobby like cricket? Is it a passion like life? Is it everything yet nothing at all?
Anyone? Everyone? No one?
This is probably the most common four letter word in the history. You may associate it with the individuals close to you; your parents, your partner, your pet, your confidant, your poison, yourself! But can anyone actually define Love? Yes? I will pay you if you can satisfy my curiosity & give me a definitive answer to all my questions. I’ll pay you in kind.. Maybe shower you with Lurrve!!
When do you know that you are in love?
Is it when you forget all about yourself & spend 30 hour a day visualizing yourself with your Significant Other (SO)? Is it when you can’t stand anyone speak wrong about the only ‘perfect’ person in your life? Is it when your blood boils if your SO gives more importance to someone else? Is it when you feel empty in their absence & spring to life with a mere sms? I wouldn’t say that I have spend an enormous time trying to figure this mystery, but I surely have experienced the ups & downs that it brings with it. Its strange how all the cliché & filmy dialogues don’t seem funny anymore when you are a part. Things that defy common sense suddenly occupy your mind & you actually start believing in its occurrence. “I’ll get the stars & moon for you” – YA RITE!!!!
Someone please tell me how is it a happy feeling?
Research tells us that ‘Love’ is the main cause for suicide. I mean take for eg. an icecream. You like your lips that changes color with every lick, you like the soft yet frozen feel on your tongue, you like the way it feels as it makes its way from your mouth all the way to your stomach – But would you harm yourself once you are done enjoying it? No! At max you will order one more. You will relish it for sometime BUT you will surely not bang your head against the wall till you can’t feel it any more, blood starts gushing from your nose & get a sick feeling in your stomach!!!!
Everything in this world is an option for every individual; be it choice of food, clothes, work, friends & the best part is that its given that you don’t have to stick to one option in any choice. Your are allowed to eat a Chinese pizza with a pudina chatni, wear om kurta with denims & Italian shows, live in Indian home with Romanian interiors equipped with Korean technology BUT its not acceptable to love two individuals at the same time!! It’s against the society & termed as cheating!!
Why??????
I don’t think society by itself has anything against loving two people or at least if you consider ancient, the first forms of civilization, back then man was very comfortable with the fact that the human race is not meant to be monogamous. It was understood that one would have multiple partners. Even Indian mythology has proof that polygamy was very much the way of the society back in the start of time as we know it. It really depends on whether your partner has it in her/him to understand that love can happen with two or more people. Sadly most people don’t... because with love comes possessiveness & territorialism. Many people aren’t secure enough in themselves to give in to free love
Note: Part of this blog has been influenced by Indian next best selling author Sim Chan.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Happy F'Day My Friend!
Phase – 1 (2 months)
In his first year of college he was introduced to the wonders of Internet. Straight forward, easy & limitless source of knowledge. The entire world was in his palms now & he enjoyed the power at his disposal. “Chatting” was the newest concept to hit the society & he wanted to be the first amongst all to explore all about it. Still within the initial months of “surfing” the internet – he had all but mastered the art of making new friends.
It was raining & all the plans for the fun evening were canceled. Out of complete boredom he started browsing through different websites. Usually a random “Hi” or “Hey” would get a tardy but polite reply but this was a different day – NOTHING was the way it should be.
“Hey”
“What??? What do u want????????”
“Relax …why you getting so hyper??”
“I’m chilled out dude. Wats happening with u?????”
“Nm”
“Wat does that mean????????????”
“Nothing much”
“Ohhhhh ………How boring!!!!!!!!”
“Yea! What’s up?”
“Ceiling”
“How dumb”
“u dumb .. idiot … stupid … donkey … monkey”
The “chat” went on for hours & they left no stone unturned to put the other person down. In the end they added each other as “friends” before sayin the respective “Fuck Off’s”.
He was a science student with a 7 am– 6 pm schedule packed with lectures & practical’s. She was in commerce field & was only concerned about bunking two hours in the morning before continuing with the daily routine of “chilling”. For him studies were priority; she rated shopping & makeup at the top of her list. He was single; she was jumping from one relation to another with utmost ease. He was a geek; she was a doll!
Only one thing was common – both had unusual names. Gappu & Pappu!!!
(Read Meow & Dowg … Moti & Asshole … Sexy & Dude)
Days later they found each other online again – this time late at night. It was as if they had never stopped talking – started where they left & continued to insult each other beyond any control. Seconds became minutes, minutes turned into hours as they continued their weird talks. It was time for him to attend his lectures & her to think of a new reason for bunking. They said goodbye – again with “fuck off’s”.
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase – 2 (13 months)
Nothing much changed neither in them nor between them. He stayed a good ‘ol nerd & she the prom queen; never had any conversation that was not ended with one of them getting pissed & yelling the choicest of abuses. The only think that was strikingly different was the bond they shared - strange yet important!
Egoistic people never confess that they need help or advice. Gappu nd Pappu were no exception - continued to pretend that the other was a complete waste & absolutely not capable of any good BUT at the same time they shared all the happenings with each other “online”.
Mobile phone was now the newest craze & it had complete diverse meaning for the two. For him it only a gadget which he wanted to explore & she was busy flaunting it as the newest accessory. Communication device for him & Status symbol for her. Late night chats were now replaced with phone calls at odd hours or random text messages which meant absolutely NOTHING!!
Teenagers normally start having weird thoughts at this particular stage (I rather not elaborate here) but they never matured to that level; in effect it appeared that they were growing younger with each passing day.
She was in a serious relation (read more than 2 months) & he was still chasing the same girl he fell for on the first day of college (filmy – I know). She was his love guru cum agony aunt. He listened very patiently, took notes, practiced in front of mirror, worked on new lines – she sat back & laughed at his ignorance; He forgot the basic rule of their friendship – they were NOT friends!
Final exams were coming up. They worked on their respective schedule
His: Early mornings – studies – breakfast – books - lunch – thinking bout his girl friend (oh yea he did manage to ask his dream girl out & was steady with her) - talking to Meow – Dinner – fighting with Moti – sweet nothings with his girlfriend – sleep.
Her: Beauty sleep – lunch – shopping – Gossiping and bitching bout her current/ex boyfriend (yea it was a weekly affair now) – talking to Dowg – Gym – Pretending to study – Dinner (if her diet permitted) – abusing Pappu – Party/night out with friends – finding new boy-toy.
Even though they valued the non existing friendship; things were changing. Nothing in particular was keeping them away yet the talking hours seemed to reduce with each passing day. Some or the other important work kept them occupied & the regular non sense wasn’t missed as much. One fine day it was over. Everything ended exactly the way it started - Overnight!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 3 (5 years)
College was over & it was time to face the real world. The tough competition & lack of opportunities brought the best out in him. All the wrong in the past were pretty clear now; it didn’t falter him – just made him stronger. Everything that was suggested or appealed to him was tried. Knowledge gained during the IT lectures were the thing of the past. Phone calls at the Call Centre soon gave way to the desk work in the Banking field; which in turn was taken over by the passion for securing lives for the British people ie. Insurance.
Chauhan Jr. excelled in everything that he did & in doing so gained the confidence of the opposite sex. Pappu “The Geek” was now Dowg “The Stud boy” - Wild parties & wilder partners were the driving force in his life. People admired his “clean” life – no lying, no cheating and no stealing!
Bratboy faced two major problems around the age of 23; First the monotonous life & Second lack of true love. One was in his hand to control and the other was purely on his luck. After a lot of thought & consultation it was agreed by all that he was not cut out for a 9 to 5 routine. 666 is the devils number but he chose it to start his first company …6th June 2006! He was happy with his independent life. Everyone around him was happy – he made sure of it. Personal & professional life was on all time high (read gorgeous life partner & a successful business) all thanks to his fathers advice of “Keeping life simple”.
~~~
Gappu finished her college with flying colors (Purely cuz of her charm!) & pursued her education in the desired field – Fashion! JD institute of fashion, GNIIT, NIFT, teaching in playschool etc were result of her jumbling mind. Her colorful life continued & all the “exciting” things were practiced to perfection. A street smart woman who knew her limits & yet she let everyone believe that she was a dumb bimbo (quite an art I would say).
Her parents decided to get her out of the “misery” of ever changing relationship status. Marriage happened at a fairly young age of 21 but a responsible & charming husband put all her nervousness at ease. As luck would have her Mr. Perfect was a bird of the same feather - Similar interests made sure nothing much changed in her life except the permanent “In a relationship” tag on all the websites.
April 2005 marked an important period - her first boutique! Almost a year of hard word went up in smoke – literally. Her store caught fire on the day of opening. It shattered her confidence & she never walked on that path again. She was happy with her own fancy world. Everything around her was rosy – she kept it that way. Downfalls in life were dealt with her oldest rule “Shop till you drop”.
~~~
One fine Friday morning all the plans for a weekend getaway were marred by heavy rains. Out of complete boredom & hint of curiosity he went on the overly hyped website – Orkut (A networking site which was made to keep in touch with friends – existing, new or long lost). After almost 5 years “Gappu Sardar” popped in his head. The search listed few options – none reminded him of Gappu. He took a chance & messaged the one who looked reasonably close to the princess he once knew.
“Is it you madamji”
“yesss doggie its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 4 (Never ending)
Back to square one! Or is there anything like stage negative 5? They were worse then before – worse then the 5 year old kids fighting over some stupid toy. The vocabulary for abuses had increased many folds, new tricks learned; creative insults & practical jokes were the order of the day.
A sane married woman would think twice before doing things that Gappu cooked up in her head; Pappu wasn’t far behind – he went to lengths to put his “friend” down nd out (at times Literally). Never ending and complete nonsensical text messages were the usual stress buster. Millions of inside jokes which no one understood; Crappy one liners which only they laughed at; Dumb challenges; Dumber compliments; Shrewd insults; False promises; No misunderstandings!!! They aint friends!!!!
“I have read your blogs”
“So?”
“Not bad asshole!”
“Come to the point Moti”
“Why haven’t you written anything bout us?”
“I don’t have time for such fuck all things”
“Fuck you”
“You wish”
“Get outta my face”
“What makes you think I wanna see your face”
“Who asked to come to my happy badday party?”
“You want me to leave?”
“Do wateva you want man”
“Fine”
“Fine”
~~~
Another rainy afternoon & absolutely nothing to do!
Maybe it’s your lucky day moti, I couldn’t think of a better gift on this Friendship’s Day – here’s an attempt to let everyone know the real story behind our “friendship” (read I don’t wanna waste money on you).
I know that you wouldn’t let go of me till you beat me once & unfortunately that will never happen. So basically I am stuck with you for life - not that I want it that way but then again any other form of entertainment can prove expensive in the longer run. I honestly pity Sachin for tolerating you 24 – 7! May god give him more strength & everything that he deserves (read extra marital affair). Let me take this opportunity to thank you for all the joyous moment in my life – seeing your sulking face & watching you suffer in the agony of defeat.
Thank you!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – sahi kehte hai! :)
~~~~Vish
Your Bhast Friend!
Heres wishing everyone a fantastic friendship's day, hope you find a genuine unconditional friendship like Gappu & Pappu - who are happy being two brattish kids fighting over a stupid toy!
Cheers!
In his first year of college he was introduced to the wonders of Internet. Straight forward, easy & limitless source of knowledge. The entire world was in his palms now & he enjoyed the power at his disposal. “Chatting” was the newest concept to hit the society & he wanted to be the first amongst all to explore all about it. Still within the initial months of “surfing” the internet – he had all but mastered the art of making new friends.
It was raining & all the plans for the fun evening were canceled. Out of complete boredom he started browsing through different websites. Usually a random “Hi” or “Hey” would get a tardy but polite reply but this was a different day – NOTHING was the way it should be.
“Hey”
“What??? What do u want????????”
“Relax …why you getting so hyper??”
“I’m chilled out dude. Wats happening with u?????”
“Nm”
“Wat does that mean????????????”
“Nothing much”
“Ohhhhh ………How boring!!!!!!!!”
“Yea! What’s up?”
“Ceiling”
“How dumb”
“u dumb .. idiot … stupid … donkey … monkey”
The “chat” went on for hours & they left no stone unturned to put the other person down. In the end they added each other as “friends” before sayin the respective “Fuck Off’s”.
He was a science student with a 7 am– 6 pm schedule packed with lectures & practical’s. She was in commerce field & was only concerned about bunking two hours in the morning before continuing with the daily routine of “chilling”. For him studies were priority; she rated shopping & makeup at the top of her list. He was single; she was jumping from one relation to another with utmost ease. He was a geek; she was a doll!
Only one thing was common – both had unusual names. Gappu & Pappu!!!
(Read Meow & Dowg … Moti & Asshole … Sexy & Dude)
Days later they found each other online again – this time late at night. It was as if they had never stopped talking – started where they left & continued to insult each other beyond any control. Seconds became minutes, minutes turned into hours as they continued their weird talks. It was time for him to attend his lectures & her to think of a new reason for bunking. They said goodbye – again with “fuck off’s”.
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase – 2 (13 months)
Nothing much changed neither in them nor between them. He stayed a good ‘ol nerd & she the prom queen; never had any conversation that was not ended with one of them getting pissed & yelling the choicest of abuses. The only think that was strikingly different was the bond they shared - strange yet important!
Egoistic people never confess that they need help or advice. Gappu nd Pappu were no exception - continued to pretend that the other was a complete waste & absolutely not capable of any good BUT at the same time they shared all the happenings with each other “online”.
Mobile phone was now the newest craze & it had complete diverse meaning for the two. For him it only a gadget which he wanted to explore & she was busy flaunting it as the newest accessory. Communication device for him & Status symbol for her. Late night chats were now replaced with phone calls at odd hours or random text messages which meant absolutely NOTHING!!
Teenagers normally start having weird thoughts at this particular stage (I rather not elaborate here) but they never matured to that level; in effect it appeared that they were growing younger with each passing day.
She was in a serious relation (read more than 2 months) & he was still chasing the same girl he fell for on the first day of college (filmy – I know). She was his love guru cum agony aunt. He listened very patiently, took notes, practiced in front of mirror, worked on new lines – she sat back & laughed at his ignorance; He forgot the basic rule of their friendship – they were NOT friends!
Final exams were coming up. They worked on their respective schedule
His: Early mornings – studies – breakfast – books - lunch – thinking bout his girl friend (oh yea he did manage to ask his dream girl out & was steady with her) - talking to Meow – Dinner – fighting with Moti – sweet nothings with his girlfriend – sleep.
Her: Beauty sleep – lunch – shopping – Gossiping and bitching bout her current/ex boyfriend (yea it was a weekly affair now) – talking to Dowg – Gym – Pretending to study – Dinner (if her diet permitted) – abusing Pappu – Party/night out with friends – finding new boy-toy.
Even though they valued the non existing friendship; things were changing. Nothing in particular was keeping them away yet the talking hours seemed to reduce with each passing day. Some or the other important work kept them occupied & the regular non sense wasn’t missed as much. One fine day it was over. Everything ended exactly the way it started - Overnight!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 3 (5 years)
College was over & it was time to face the real world. The tough competition & lack of opportunities brought the best out in him. All the wrong in the past were pretty clear now; it didn’t falter him – just made him stronger. Everything that was suggested or appealed to him was tried. Knowledge gained during the IT lectures were the thing of the past. Phone calls at the Call Centre soon gave way to the desk work in the Banking field; which in turn was taken over by the passion for securing lives for the British people ie. Insurance.
Chauhan Jr. excelled in everything that he did & in doing so gained the confidence of the opposite sex. Pappu “The Geek” was now Dowg “The Stud boy” - Wild parties & wilder partners were the driving force in his life. People admired his “clean” life – no lying, no cheating and no stealing!
Bratboy faced two major problems around the age of 23; First the monotonous life & Second lack of true love. One was in his hand to control and the other was purely on his luck. After a lot of thought & consultation it was agreed by all that he was not cut out for a 9 to 5 routine. 666 is the devils number but he chose it to start his first company …6th June 2006! He was happy with his independent life. Everyone around him was happy – he made sure of it. Personal & professional life was on all time high (read gorgeous life partner & a successful business) all thanks to his fathers advice of “Keeping life simple”.
~~~
Gappu finished her college with flying colors (Purely cuz of her charm!) & pursued her education in the desired field – Fashion! JD institute of fashion, GNIIT, NIFT, teaching in playschool etc were result of her jumbling mind. Her colorful life continued & all the “exciting” things were practiced to perfection. A street smart woman who knew her limits & yet she let everyone believe that she was a dumb bimbo (quite an art I would say).
Her parents decided to get her out of the “misery” of ever changing relationship status. Marriage happened at a fairly young age of 21 but a responsible & charming husband put all her nervousness at ease. As luck would have her Mr. Perfect was a bird of the same feather - Similar interests made sure nothing much changed in her life except the permanent “In a relationship” tag on all the websites.
April 2005 marked an important period - her first boutique! Almost a year of hard word went up in smoke – literally. Her store caught fire on the day of opening. It shattered her confidence & she never walked on that path again. She was happy with her own fancy world. Everything around her was rosy – she kept it that way. Downfalls in life were dealt with her oldest rule “Shop till you drop”.
~~~
One fine Friday morning all the plans for a weekend getaway were marred by heavy rains. Out of complete boredom & hint of curiosity he went on the overly hyped website – Orkut (A networking site which was made to keep in touch with friends – existing, new or long lost). After almost 5 years “Gappu Sardar” popped in his head. The search listed few options – none reminded him of Gappu. He took a chance & messaged the one who looked reasonably close to the princess he once knew.
“Is it you madamji”
“yesss doggie its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 4 (Never ending)
Back to square one! Or is there anything like stage negative 5? They were worse then before – worse then the 5 year old kids fighting over some stupid toy. The vocabulary for abuses had increased many folds, new tricks learned; creative insults & practical jokes were the order of the day.
A sane married woman would think twice before doing things that Gappu cooked up in her head; Pappu wasn’t far behind – he went to lengths to put his “friend” down nd out (at times Literally). Never ending and complete nonsensical text messages were the usual stress buster. Millions of inside jokes which no one understood; Crappy one liners which only they laughed at; Dumb challenges; Dumber compliments; Shrewd insults; False promises; No misunderstandings!!! They aint friends!!!!
“I have read your blogs”
“So?”
“Not bad asshole!”
“Come to the point Moti”
“Why haven’t you written anything bout us?”
“I don’t have time for such fuck all things”
“Fuck you”
“You wish”
“Get outta my face”
“What makes you think I wanna see your face”
“Who asked to come to my happy badday party?”
“You want me to leave?”
“Do wateva you want man”
“Fine”
“Fine”
~~~
Another rainy afternoon & absolutely nothing to do!
Maybe it’s your lucky day moti, I couldn’t think of a better gift on this Friendship’s Day – here’s an attempt to let everyone know the real story behind our “friendship” (read I don’t wanna waste money on you).
I know that you wouldn’t let go of me till you beat me once & unfortunately that will never happen. So basically I am stuck with you for life - not that I want it that way but then again any other form of entertainment can prove expensive in the longer run. I honestly pity Sachin for tolerating you 24 – 7! May god give him more strength & everything that he deserves (read extra marital affair). Let me take this opportunity to thank you for all the joyous moment in my life – seeing your sulking face & watching you suffer in the agony of defeat.
Thank you!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – sahi kehte hai! :)
~~~~Vish
Your Bhast Friend!
Heres wishing everyone a fantastic friendship's day, hope you find a genuine unconditional friendship like Gappu & Pappu - who are happy being two brattish kids fighting over a stupid toy!
Cheers!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Adish & Akanksha(Part 1)
Adish ran out of ciggerettes.Note to self,he thought,"Don't enter parties you hate,without a sedative."
Exhaling with frustration,he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.One of the cities most popular places,he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party..his party.
Oh that was the reason he was there.One of his associates walked over to him,with the usual handshake and half hug,feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..."
Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind,he walked out of the pub.He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it.That's the good thing about guys.They don't think as much as girls.
Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time,to those who knew very little of him,at places it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and asked for a packet of Marlboro to the vendor.
At the age of twenty-nine,he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.Gay.Bi.Bye.
He had been in many relationships,real figures were long forgotten.The real ones were remembered.He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang.His passion knew no limits,gender was not his concern.
Immerse yourself inside the other,like there's no tomorrow.It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was,getting out of her car.Akanksha had never learnt how to drive.She had always been scared,too scared of running over a pedestrian over,too absorbed in her thoughts about that bitch at work or that bitch she'd be dating.
He could make out that she was wearing something black...yes a black dress,revealing her back and her neck and her long stemmed legs...the black strands of her around her face.
Perfection was what came to his mind."Fucking shit" was what came out of his mouth.
Extinguishing his half-finished ciggerette,he went inside after her...But wait,would she be happy to see him?
He felt his car keys in his pocket...but,damn,he couldn't leave.This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights,over two hundred people and a whole lotta booze.
Sometimes,you cant explain it,not even to yourself.
He felt an urgency to talk to her,to let her know that he thinks of her,something that he he would never admit,not even to himself.But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him,made him stop.
"Could life get better...or worse?!?"
It so happens,that defeatism often gives way to audacity.After waking moments of disappointment and pain,come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of,and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.
But no,he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.Not like this.
Making his way to the bar,something he should have done a while ago,he got himself a "scotch on the rocks with a twist".
Midway through his drink,Jai put a hand on his shoulder..."Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be,but you gotta mingle buddy.We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele...Most of them have asked for you,including some good looking broads.
Jai made him smile.Adish nodded..."I'll straighten it out..gimme a minute."
Gulping down his drink,he ran his fingers through his hair,ready to win a few hearts,and fewer accounts.
Adish had his own way of making it through to people.
There were many who loathed him,just like all of us are,his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident,made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically,he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion,chiselled features and a prominent jawline,he usually sported a three day old beard.
To some,he always looked tired.He looked tired of good sex or an extrordinary full life.The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.
But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk.It was always daring yet aimless,that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him,some who came with their spouse,he did business,taking care of their needs.
Those who would look at him closely,would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him,his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there,watching him,making his way to people she could barely know well as he could.Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him,she didnt want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her prada which recently cost her half her salary.
She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her.She wishes he'd touch her.
She turns away,afraid of herself.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship.It was nothing that became something plausible,a cause that would give her sleepless nights.She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.
It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.It was Adish who had called it off.
"Have the guts to say what you want.If you don't,I 'll do it for you...."
After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her,she knew she had had enough.
She stood there,waiting for him to leave.He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed.It took her a month to go back to work.She fakes an illness to apply for a sabbatical.
Someone asks why it failed,she pauses.."Sometimes,you don't get someone the way you want it to...all a girl wants is for someone to want her back.And when it goes away,you feel it.I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish,it was all his doing.She was just left to follow him,to be swept off her feet.
She did.What she saw next was a quest of possession, of someone he wanted in his life.And as her expectations came crashing down,so did their relationship.Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.
Taking a sip of the red wine she ordered,Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.
And that moment,their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her,through the haze of coloured lights,the pungent smell of sweat and smell,they stood facing each other.
Exhaling with frustration,he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.One of the cities most popular places,he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party..his party.
Oh that was the reason he was there.One of his associates walked over to him,with the usual handshake and half hug,feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..."
Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind,he walked out of the pub.He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it.That's the good thing about guys.They don't think as much as girls.
Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time,to those who knew very little of him,at places it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and asked for a packet of Marlboro to the vendor.
At the age of twenty-nine,he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.Gay.Bi.Bye.
He had been in many relationships,real figures were long forgotten.The real ones were remembered.He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang.His passion knew no limits,gender was not his concern.
Immerse yourself inside the other,like there's no tomorrow.It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was,getting out of her car.Akanksha had never learnt how to drive.She had always been scared,too scared of running over a pedestrian over,too absorbed in her thoughts about that bitch at work or that bitch she'd be dating.
He could make out that she was wearing something black...yes a black dress,revealing her back and her neck and her long stemmed legs...the black strands of her around her face.
Perfection was what came to his mind."Fucking shit" was what came out of his mouth.
Extinguishing his half-finished ciggerette,he went inside after her...But wait,would she be happy to see him?
He felt his car keys in his pocket...but,damn,he couldn't leave.This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights,over two hundred people and a whole lotta booze.
Sometimes,you cant explain it,not even to yourself.
He felt an urgency to talk to her,to let her know that he thinks of her,something that he he would never admit,not even to himself.But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him,made him stop.
"Could life get better...or worse?!?"
It so happens,that defeatism often gives way to audacity.After waking moments of disappointment and pain,come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of,and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.
But no,he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.Not like this.
Making his way to the bar,something he should have done a while ago,he got himself a "scotch on the rocks with a twist".
Midway through his drink,Jai put a hand on his shoulder..."Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be,but you gotta mingle buddy.We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele...Most of them have asked for you,including some good looking broads.
Jai made him smile.Adish nodded..."I'll straighten it out..gimme a minute."
Gulping down his drink,he ran his fingers through his hair,ready to win a few hearts,and fewer accounts.
Adish had his own way of making it through to people.
There were many who loathed him,just like all of us are,his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident,made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically,he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion,chiselled features and a prominent jawline,he usually sported a three day old beard.
To some,he always looked tired.He looked tired of good sex or an extrordinary full life.The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.
But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk.It was always daring yet aimless,that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him,some who came with their spouse,he did business,taking care of their needs.
Those who would look at him closely,would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him,his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there,watching him,making his way to people she could barely know well as he could.Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him,she didnt want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her prada which recently cost her half her salary.
She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her.She wishes he'd touch her.
She turns away,afraid of herself.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship.It was nothing that became something plausible,a cause that would give her sleepless nights.She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.
It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.It was Adish who had called it off.
"Have the guts to say what you want.If you don't,I 'll do it for you...."
After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her,she knew she had had enough.
She stood there,waiting for him to leave.He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed.It took her a month to go back to work.She fakes an illness to apply for a sabbatical.
Someone asks why it failed,she pauses.."Sometimes,you don't get someone the way you want it to...all a girl wants is for someone to want her back.And when it goes away,you feel it.I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish,it was all his doing.She was just left to follow him,to be swept off her feet.
She did.What she saw next was a quest of possession, of someone he wanted in his life.And as her expectations came crashing down,so did their relationship.Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.
Taking a sip of the red wine she ordered,Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.
And that moment,their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her,through the haze of coloured lights,the pungent smell of sweat and smell,they stood facing each other.
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