Loyalty, Perfection,
Dedication, Passion,
Marriage, Cheating,
Lies, Death,
Deadlines, Freedom,
Crap.
******
Still...
How sweet each our meetings are.
There is sweetness, even, in those waiting. Long ones.
The warmth of the first glance of you after the long wait.
The flow of happyness from eyes to lips
and then to the hands and the sudden hug.
And that pause just before the endless words.
And the fire of the first touch.
And the memories you give.
And lastly the hope.
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
Another train Journey [4]
It started with the Chicken curry my roommate made. It was nonstop then. At first we tried local remedies like lemon tea, buttermilk etc. They couldn't help much. At last I decided to consult a doctor.
The day started from the toilet. While walking to the room I hit my head on one pointed edge of the kitchen door and fell down. For a few minutes I couldn't understand what was happening. I ran my fingers on my scalp. Thank God. No blood. I got up and headed for the doctor.
It was a normal Bangalore morning. Girls in light leggings walked to offices with laptop bags bumping on their bums. The dog uncle who stays opposite to our room took the meter reading (He does it daily. Only he and his wife live there. I don't even think the meter rotates) and fed the dogs with tiger biscuits. I walked 1km to the left, 2 km to the right and finally got back to the room to see the clinic just opposite to our room.
The registration and consultation fee was very high. Still I thought its ok if it is a lady doctor. On the contrary it was an old man. He gave me a few stopper tablets and some good advice regarding the food.
It was just the beginning of the problems. I spend most of the day in bed and woke up in evening to catch train to home. At that time the stomach had come to peace. Renjith dropped me near forum bus stop and I boarded the bus to SBC railway station. Roomie called me while I was in bus, with 4 people on conference and made my day.
The girl who sat next to me in bus was a very beautiful one. Still I couldn't notice her much because of the phone call. But when we reached Majestic I confirmed it with her. She said the stop is Majestic in a real sweet voice. I always do it :P even if I'm 100% sure. when some pretty girls are near :). Oh come on dear. Even she wanted me to ask her something.
I walked to the station from the bus stand. A lot of prostitutes were there. I never saw this many in Majestic. It was as if they can't do it from the next day onwards. But there was something different. Usually these girls disturb the passengers, with rude words and showing those deep cleavages to the face. But today they weren't doing it. They were dressed in salwars and sari's. And there was an inviting shyness on their faces. I scanned all of their faces in a single glance. All looked poor and sad. None of them had an average beauty. Yeah if they had, then there will be agents to hire them. I kept walking. Then my eyes met her. I'd never seen a women dressed beautifully as her. It was a rose colored sari and the street light which shown above her seems to have showering flowers on her. She was fair. She had this long silky hair. And the pose she had had an elegance which is not common in them. She had this discipline which cannot be seen in any of the women I'd met in my classrooms.
I had to take the turn just before her to the railway station. so couldn't see her face properly. Hopefully/fortunately/unfortunately, she might have met somebody and received an earning. It is sad that people have to sell themselves to make a living. But at least they don't sleep with husband's neighbor. May be they know much more about life. Somebody told me only they sell happiness to others.
I reached the station and the stomach had started giving the symptoms. Even the stoppers couldn't stop it. I had to eat something because I had medicine's to take. Doctor had told me to avoid oily food. I asked the shop guy for some food which has less oil. Luckily the shop owner was a keralate and he lead me to the railway emergency medical center and gave me one more stopper tablet. There are still kind people on earth.
I checked the PNR status and found mine is in RAC. I even check with whom I have to share the berth. It was a 50 year old man. Of course I expected a 18year old girl :P Well I really don't mind if it is any pretty lady below 30.
I boarded the train and went to my berth s10,39. There was nobody there. I thought nobody will come. I started thinking about train journeys. I always loved them. I even love railway stations. Because there a lot of life happening out there. I remember a man who talked about his mother who was about to die. He had to return to Bangalore. So he lied to mother and he felt sad about it. And a 100 other people I'd listened to. And I love the railway tracks too. Each turns in them reminds me of the choices we make in life. You know, its always the choices we make which counts. Not what we are capable of or not. I was lost in these thoughts and this guy appeared. With a ticket marked RAC s10,39. He asked me to give the seat to him as the whole berth is his only. I explained him that the seat is rac and we two have to share it. He was a little drunk and made a scene there. Telling the whole seat is his and all. He was a keralate too. Hearing this loud voices other people in the compartment came to us. There were a lot of keralates and they understood the thing. This time the drunk man tried to get my ticket forcefully. Other people told me not to give the ticket and tell the matter to TTR. The drunk man kept shouting. The TTR came and told him that the berth is for both of us and we have to share it. Then he shut his mouth.
When the TTR left for checking the other tickets he started again. I went to TTR and told this. TTR came and scolded the drunk man. And told me he will call the railway police if drunk man create any further disturbances.
I thanked him and thanked all the fellow passengers who helped me and started sleeping. After sometime I nearly fell to the floor and slept there. I woke up sensing the touch of a wooden stick. It was a police. They couldn't walk because of me. A Vanitha police was with them. Some women are always kind. They will tell us lovely words. Always cook tasty food for us. They will be always there for us. She was one of them. A kind one. She found me a vacant berth and told me to sleep there.
There was light when I opened my eyes. Fellow passengers smiled at me with sympathy. Train stopped at a station and some girls entered our compartment. Some of them sat to my right and others to my left. Upto trichur station I travelled as a teenage girls sandwich. Lucky me. Yeah. In next post I'll tell you how me and Vivek met Vrinda Shameek the TV anchor :)
The day started from the toilet. While walking to the room I hit my head on one pointed edge of the kitchen door and fell down. For a few minutes I couldn't understand what was happening. I ran my fingers on my scalp. Thank God. No blood. I got up and headed for the doctor.
It was a normal Bangalore morning. Girls in light leggings walked to offices with laptop bags bumping on their bums. The dog uncle who stays opposite to our room took the meter reading (He does it daily. Only he and his wife live there. I don't even think the meter rotates) and fed the dogs with tiger biscuits. I walked 1km to the left, 2 km to the right and finally got back to the room to see the clinic just opposite to our room.
The registration and consultation fee was very high. Still I thought its ok if it is a lady doctor. On the contrary it was an old man. He gave me a few stopper tablets and some good advice regarding the food.
It was just the beginning of the problems. I spend most of the day in bed and woke up in evening to catch train to home. At that time the stomach had come to peace. Renjith dropped me near forum bus stop and I boarded the bus to SBC railway station. Roomie called me while I was in bus, with 4 people on conference and made my day.
The girl who sat next to me in bus was a very beautiful one. Still I couldn't notice her much because of the phone call. But when we reached Majestic I confirmed it with her. She said the stop is Majestic in a real sweet voice. I always do it :P even if I'm 100% sure. when some pretty girls are near :). Oh come on dear. Even she wanted me to ask her something.
I walked to the station from the bus stand. A lot of prostitutes were there. I never saw this many in Majestic. It was as if they can't do it from the next day onwards. But there was something different. Usually these girls disturb the passengers, with rude words and showing those deep cleavages to the face. But today they weren't doing it. They were dressed in salwars and sari's. And there was an inviting shyness on their faces. I scanned all of their faces in a single glance. All looked poor and sad. None of them had an average beauty. Yeah if they had, then there will be agents to hire them. I kept walking. Then my eyes met her. I'd never seen a women dressed beautifully as her. It was a rose colored sari and the street light which shown above her seems to have showering flowers on her. She was fair. She had this long silky hair. And the pose she had had an elegance which is not common in them. She had this discipline which cannot be seen in any of the women I'd met in my classrooms.
I had to take the turn just before her to the railway station. so couldn't see her face properly. Hopefully/fortunately/unfortunately, she might have met somebody and received an earning. It is sad that people have to sell themselves to make a living. But at least they don't sleep with husband's neighbor. May be they know much more about life. Somebody told me only they sell happiness to others.
I reached the station and the stomach had started giving the symptoms. Even the stoppers couldn't stop it. I had to eat something because I had medicine's to take. Doctor had told me to avoid oily food. I asked the shop guy for some food which has less oil. Luckily the shop owner was a keralate and he lead me to the railway emergency medical center and gave me one more stopper tablet. There are still kind people on earth.
I checked the PNR status and found mine is in RAC. I even check with whom I have to share the berth. It was a 50 year old man. Of course I expected a 18year old girl :P Well I really don't mind if it is any pretty lady below 30.
I boarded the train and went to my berth s10,39. There was nobody there. I thought nobody will come. I started thinking about train journeys. I always loved them. I even love railway stations. Because there a lot of life happening out there. I remember a man who talked about his mother who was about to die. He had to return to Bangalore. So he lied to mother and he felt sad about it. And a 100 other people I'd listened to. And I love the railway tracks too. Each turns in them reminds me of the choices we make in life. You know, its always the choices we make which counts. Not what we are capable of or not. I was lost in these thoughts and this guy appeared. With a ticket marked RAC s10,39. He asked me to give the seat to him as the whole berth is his only. I explained him that the seat is rac and we two have to share it. He was a little drunk and made a scene there. Telling the whole seat is his and all. He was a keralate too. Hearing this loud voices other people in the compartment came to us. There were a lot of keralates and they understood the thing. This time the drunk man tried to get my ticket forcefully. Other people told me not to give the ticket and tell the matter to TTR. The drunk man kept shouting. The TTR came and told him that the berth is for both of us and we have to share it. Then he shut his mouth.
When the TTR left for checking the other tickets he started again. I went to TTR and told this. TTR came and scolded the drunk man. And told me he will call the railway police if drunk man create any further disturbances.
I thanked him and thanked all the fellow passengers who helped me and started sleeping. After sometime I nearly fell to the floor and slept there. I woke up sensing the touch of a wooden stick. It was a police. They couldn't walk because of me. A Vanitha police was with them. Some women are always kind. They will tell us lovely words. Always cook tasty food for us. They will be always there for us. She was one of them. A kind one. She found me a vacant berth and told me to sleep there.
There was light when I opened my eyes. Fellow passengers smiled at me with sympathy. Train stopped at a station and some girls entered our compartment. Some of them sat to my right and others to my left. Upto trichur station I travelled as a teenage girls sandwich. Lucky me. Yeah. In next post I'll tell you how me and Vivek met Vrinda Shameek the TV anchor :)
Friday, December 9, 2011
Dear you [2]
Dear you,
Do you know how happy I am to have you? When the word friendship is being talked too much. I don't like that word. That is why I call your nickname always. When I see and hear the stories of how others are, I find how lucky we are. Of course there were ups and downs in our friendship. But I never felt bad about you. Because I know you'll never hurt me. Even though if you say something that may hurt me, I know you didn't mean it. But it never happened from you. I really think there was something from me because I'm not that good in predetermining how my words would interpret. But those are just words. May be one can think of something and when put into words they may come with another meaning. That can happen. And it happens often with me. But as I told before they are just words. Who can read other's mind? I was always happy when with you. Smoking those weeds and listening to your mad ideas.
I always felt happy when you won something. I was always proud of you. I felt happy even when we both tried and only you succeed. Because I never felt lost when victory was with you. But you know some bastards are there. They will come and tease the one who failed, telling he is jealous of the other. They just want to ruin a friendship. You know such people exists. And I hate them. I'm telling you all these because some people made me mad doing all this. And I hate people who make mean comments. You know they just do it to hurt us. And there are some people who even make mean comments before the dining table. I have no idea how much money I owe you on account of the food we ate. But whenever I'd money I used spend it. I know there is no meaning in saving it for future. No one can say we will be alive tomorrow. We are some souls meet in a small space for a small time. So why would one quarrel for such silly matters. But it hurts me when people say about the bills they paid weeks ago. And I hate those people who keeps the things we said carelessly or as jokes and later mention them. Now I know how good you are as a person. And there are people who watch whatever we do and interprets our deeds according to their weird thoughts. They are the most dangerous. They will say things we can't even imagine. I love you so much because we were never like that.
And there was never a competition between us. I think that is the main point. I've seen friendships break just because of it. We never felt that one of us is superior to the other. And another thing is that we never made fun of our parents. There are lots of people who do that telling their friendship is very strong and they don't feel anything doing so. But I don't believe that. Who won't feel sad when one calls bad words on their parents? And if you watch them you can see that their friendship won't survive much time. And I don't understand how people can hurt us and still talk to us as they didn't do anything. Or as they-did-something-and-they-don't-give-a-damn manner. When I get the feeling that I might have hurt you I won't be able to look at you. I'll be feeling guilty. And when I'm really hurt by somebody I can't even say a word.
But one thing I'm afraid of is the situations such you are in trouble and sad. I won't have any idea what to say to u. How to comfort you. I have always found me searching for words in such situations. Or I'll say something very frank. It will be practical but it would be the worst thing one can say at that time. And I apologize if I'd failed in such situations. And it was easy in my case. When I was sad. I just had to look at you. You have a cute funny face. Don't laugh assole. I'm telling the truth. And the things you do will make everybody laugh. I'm happy to have such a wonderful friend.
Several times we had thought we lost the heat of it. When the distance became larger and when the routines changed. But we never gave up. I think it is only because of you, it still survives. You are too good. I wish if everyone has a friend like you. And a friendship just like ours.
I was in hell of a mood. Feel better now. :) And there is a lot of I's me's and you's. Don't think I'm boasting off something. Everything in this world makes me feel too small. And I feel we are still children. And as somebody told. There is no seven wonders to a child. There are seven million. And you and our friendship are among them.
Loving you,
Hugs
Do you know how happy I am to have you? When the word friendship is being talked too much. I don't like that word. That is why I call your nickname always. When I see and hear the stories of how others are, I find how lucky we are. Of course there were ups and downs in our friendship. But I never felt bad about you. Because I know you'll never hurt me. Even though if you say something that may hurt me, I know you didn't mean it. But it never happened from you. I really think there was something from me because I'm not that good in predetermining how my words would interpret. But those are just words. May be one can think of something and when put into words they may come with another meaning. That can happen. And it happens often with me. But as I told before they are just words. Who can read other's mind? I was always happy when with you. Smoking those weeds and listening to your mad ideas.
I always felt happy when you won something. I was always proud of you. I felt happy even when we both tried and only you succeed. Because I never felt lost when victory was with you. But you know some bastards are there. They will come and tease the one who failed, telling he is jealous of the other. They just want to ruin a friendship. You know such people exists. And I hate them. I'm telling you all these because some people made me mad doing all this. And I hate people who make mean comments. You know they just do it to hurt us. And there are some people who even make mean comments before the dining table. I have no idea how much money I owe you on account of the food we ate. But whenever I'd money I used spend it. I know there is no meaning in saving it for future. No one can say we will be alive tomorrow. We are some souls meet in a small space for a small time. So why would one quarrel for such silly matters. But it hurts me when people say about the bills they paid weeks ago. And I hate those people who keeps the things we said carelessly or as jokes and later mention them. Now I know how good you are as a person. And there are people who watch whatever we do and interprets our deeds according to their weird thoughts. They are the most dangerous. They will say things we can't even imagine. I love you so much because we were never like that.
And there was never a competition between us. I think that is the main point. I've seen friendships break just because of it. We never felt that one of us is superior to the other. And another thing is that we never made fun of our parents. There are lots of people who do that telling their friendship is very strong and they don't feel anything doing so. But I don't believe that. Who won't feel sad when one calls bad words on their parents? And if you watch them you can see that their friendship won't survive much time. And I don't understand how people can hurt us and still talk to us as they didn't do anything. Or as they-did-something-and-they-don't-give-a-damn manner. When I get the feeling that I might have hurt you I won't be able to look at you. I'll be feeling guilty. And when I'm really hurt by somebody I can't even say a word.
But one thing I'm afraid of is the situations such you are in trouble and sad. I won't have any idea what to say to u. How to comfort you. I have always found me searching for words in such situations. Or I'll say something very frank. It will be practical but it would be the worst thing one can say at that time. And I apologize if I'd failed in such situations. And it was easy in my case. When I was sad. I just had to look at you. You have a cute funny face. Don't laugh assole. I'm telling the truth. And the things you do will make everybody laugh. I'm happy to have such a wonderful friend.
Several times we had thought we lost the heat of it. When the distance became larger and when the routines changed. But we never gave up. I think it is only because of you, it still survives. You are too good. I wish if everyone has a friend like you. And a friendship just like ours.
I was in hell of a mood. Feel better now. :) And there is a lot of I's me's and you's. Don't think I'm boasting off something. Everything in this world makes me feel too small. And I feel we are still children. And as somebody told. There is no seven wonders to a child. There are seven million. And you and our friendship are among them.
Loving you,
Hugs
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
You, me, Revolution and Love
It is very calm and quiet today.
Yes I noticed.
The climate is also nice.
Yes I wish if I could run out and play.
It is sad that we are statues.
Don't ever remind me that.
I wish one day there will be a revolution to free us.
No. Human beings will never understand our pain.
why?
Because they don't know that "Everything has a shape has a soul too".
But I still dream about revolution.
Do you believe in revolutions?
Yes.
But not me. They will never be such an equality. Poor will be poor. Rich will be rich.
What I believe is in social equality. Not financial. It can be achieved even there is no financial equality.
Me too thought of it. I hate everyone who discriminates others on the basis of cast, creed, race or color.
Hmm.. You look very bad. Those people don't even mind putting color on us these days.
Yes. I know. I saw it.
How?
I used to watch us on the reflections of those vehicles' glasses.
Look at those people. Everything changed. The way they speak, dress, live..
Yes. It changes very fast now.
Do you see that old couple? On that corner.
Yes I do.
You see they still hold their hands. Its been 30 years. Still.
Yes. Everything changed. But not LOVE.
I wish if I could kiss thee.
I wish if my dream comes true.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
You name it [4]
This world is a big hospital
All the people are sick here,
rotting and dying.
Dear,
Lets get out of here.
We go to the terrace,
me in my white shirt
and you in your light blue salwar
sun setting behind us.
your toes on mine,
You stand there,
completely in my arms
and your arms around my neck,
I love you,
you whisper through your fingertips.
and I respond with a smile.
Then you kiss me
Slowly, gently,
and
all the whole world melt between our lips
Thats the plan.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Suicide;
He/She was helpless. He/She couldn't take it anymore.
He/She was too weak to deal with it.
He/She put an end to it
He/She didn't know that there were better ways to deal their problems.
I wont blame him/her.
People talked about the tragedy. Did a psychological study. Published papers.
Nobody cared him/her much. People on this earth are very selfish. They don't have time to care for others.
They seem to be on an important game. Just to win a horrible death at end.
A friend's friend committed suicide. Please pray for his soul. Thank you.
He/She was too weak to deal with it.
He/She put an end to it
He/She didn't know that there were better ways to deal their problems.
I wont blame him/her.
People talked about the tragedy. Did a psychological study. Published papers.
Nobody cared him/her much. People on this earth are very selfish. They don't have time to care for others.
They seem to be on an important game. Just to win a horrible death at end.
A friend's friend committed suicide. Please pray for his soul. Thank you.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The reason behind your silence [3]
Do you remember the day we met last time?
I do remember it. Clearly.
You ever knew? that would be the last?
or it was just me who had felt it that way?
We know. It wasn't a proper one.
May be, we had to end it that way.
I could see in your eyes that, you wanted to say something.
You even started to say something.
I could see your lips parting to say,
But I wasn't listening.
I was already started my walk
To far-off, forever.
I could see your long beautiful hands moving,
Telling me to hold on for a second. It stopped in halfway.
I saw your big round eyes stopped searching for me,
And fixed the gaze on the bare earth. Cursing the humankind.
That was the silence you have started.
But it was then you really started talking to me.
I am happy that you didn't tell anything that day.
Because I can, now imagine so many things you might have.
you know? you still talk a lot different things,
whenever I think about what it would have been.
Was it just a sorry?
or just the reasons we already knew.
Ah.. You wanted a proper goodbye?
No. You know there was none.
Or you just wanted to slap me?
For ending everything in this way.
Or just wanted to hug and cry?
Not realizing what is happening around us.
I still couldn't reach in any conclusion
about, what was happening between us.
I still don't know, anything.
Anything other than the versions they made.
All I want to say is that,
We could have talked, talked about it.
And settle it down as we knew,
The end would be this and only this.
But we never shared what was in our mind,
Even though we shared similar thoughts.
If we would have, It could have saved,
Lots of our tears and sleepless nights.
And if we would have, you could save that smile,
The smile, which vanished with us.
Nowadays I feel your smile more artificial and moronic!
I do remember it. Clearly.
You ever knew? that would be the last?
or it was just me who had felt it that way?
We know. It wasn't a proper one.
May be, we had to end it that way.
I could see in your eyes that, you wanted to say something.
You even started to say something.
I could see your lips parting to say,
But I wasn't listening.
I was already started my walk
To far-off, forever.
I could see your long beautiful hands moving,
Telling me to hold on for a second. It stopped in halfway.
I saw your big round eyes stopped searching for me,
And fixed the gaze on the bare earth. Cursing the humankind.
That was the silence you have started.
But it was then you really started talking to me.
I am happy that you didn't tell anything that day.
Because I can, now imagine so many things you might have.
you know? you still talk a lot different things,
whenever I think about what it would have been.
Was it just a sorry?
or just the reasons we already knew.
Ah.. You wanted a proper goodbye?
No. You know there was none.
Or you just wanted to slap me?
For ending everything in this way.
Or just wanted to hug and cry?
Not realizing what is happening around us.
I still couldn't reach in any conclusion
about, what was happening between us.
I still don't know, anything.
Anything other than the versions they made.
All I want to say is that,
We could have talked, talked about it.
And settle it down as we knew,
The end would be this and only this.
But we never shared what was in our mind,
Even though we shared similar thoughts.
If we would have, It could have saved,
Lots of our tears and sleepless nights.
And if we would have, you could save that smile,
The smile, which vanished with us.
Nowadays I feel your smile more artificial and moronic!
Monday, May 2, 2011
You and me [2]
We fight each other
Because we are hurt by our silence.
And the hurt may turn to hate
because we miss each other so badly.
All these because of we love each other.
Then why should we fight in the first place.
Because we are hurt by our silence.
And the hurt may turn to hate
because we miss each other so badly.
All these because of we love each other.
Then why should we fight in the first place.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Dream!
A yogi came in my dream.
He smiled.
I didn’t smile back.
He asked me why I am angry with him.
I told him that, “I don’t like people like you. You say the ultimate truth is before our eyes. You ask us to look carefully. But you people never tell us what is it. I tried. but I couldn’t see anything. Why can’t you just tell us? The truth.
He smiled and replied.
If I tell it, you wont believe it, Because it is that simple. You will ask “is it?”. But if you search yourself and find it, you will know how simple and how great it is.
I didn’t know what to say. At the moment I started to say something, he vanished before my eyes.
Note 1 : Now you know one thing about the universal truth. It is simple.
Note 2 : I lied. I didn’t see this dream. I simply wrote it.
Note 3 : I’m not mad.
He smiled.
I didn’t smile back.
He asked me why I am angry with him.
I told him that, “I don’t like people like you. You say the ultimate truth is before our eyes. You ask us to look carefully. But you people never tell us what is it. I tried. but I couldn’t see anything. Why can’t you just tell us? The truth.
He smiled and replied.
If I tell it, you wont believe it, Because it is that simple. You will ask “is it?”. But if you search yourself and find it, you will know how simple and how great it is.
I didn’t know what to say. At the moment I started to say something, he vanished before my eyes.
Note 1 : Now you know one thing about the universal truth. It is simple.
Note 2 : I lied. I didn’t see this dream. I simply wrote it.
Note 3 : I’m not mad.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Random thoughts [3]
I was waiting for Rizpa, its then this big bull came to the road. It stood in the middle of the road, not minding the traffic. I missed that snap. I terribly wanted a good cam with me. I was going to coimbatore after my cousin's engagement. I'd to meet Rizpa too.I'd a good chat with him about his new crush[roomie note it]. After a while he dropped me at the KSRTC bus stand trissur. Coimbatore bus was waiting for me. I got in and searched all the seats in a glance. The seat near conductor's was free. I jumped in and settled there. It's after a five minutes this guy showed up. A fat one. The seat was small as it can hardly accommodate two medium sized ones. Our guy didn't even care that the seat is for conductor and sat beside me. It became very difficult me to sit there. Bus started moving.
I told you before right? I love traveling. When I'm boarded, the only thing I'll be worried about is that the destination is getting nearer. The journey is going to end there. The guy who sat near me didn't even smiled at me. He started eating something. So I didn't want to disturb him either. I'm telling you, you should tell a hi/hello to the one sitting next to you in bus/train or whatever. In these days nobody does that. I always felt like jailed in bus/train when I was travelling alone. When someone is talking to you then its something else. You wont feel lonely. You wont be bothered about the time. etc.
I was thinking about something. You know it's not my mistake. According to "The monk who sold the Ferrari" there are about 60k thoughts going through our mind everyday. Bus passed a beautiful girl. Face of a girl whom I saw last day in bus came to my mind. She was gorgeous. I fell in love at the first sight itself. I am sure if I was there in that bus a few more minutes I would have proposed her. And I regret about the 30 minutes I was with her for not to do so. Well. Anyway she was not from my religion. But.. Oh just forget it.
It started to rain. I could smell that smell of fresh sand. I hate people telling I love rain n all. Who doesn't love rain? The girl's face came to my mind again.
I started thinking about the marriage. Well I have no plan for one soon but you know. One might have some doubts.
What if she won't listen to me? What if she wear dresses I can't accept. I mean much exposing ones. I found this one as the most important and annoying one. Girls do wear exposing ones to attract boys? Well I don't think no good boy will come to her with any good intention seeing that. A boy know where a boy will look in a girl and for what. Thats why he tell his gf or wife to dress neatly. But it always end up in fight as girl telling "Don't act like my dad".
If a girl doesn't get respect and just getting hits then is just the flesh. Its a matter of money then. [I'm not insulting any of my female readers. With all my respect I'm telling you to take this positively. I'm not anyone to advice you on your dress. Its just my opinion.]
What if she doesn't like my parents?, What if she doesn't like my friends? What if.. What if.. I gave up. Rain stopped.
I found my self thinking about marriage again. How can you marry one whom you don't know. The girl's face came to my again. I didn't knew her before. So it was just lust then. So there is no such thing as love at first sight.
Six months will be enough. I thought; to know one better[Sometimes I felt like one lifetime wont be enough]. A friend's words came to my mind. She said this after having a fair friendship of two years.
"I like chatting with you, talking with you, Walking with you and etc. But thats it. Nothing more than that. I cant think of any other way." Having known each other for more than two years she couldn't love me. Then how can I expect one who doesn't know me at all to fell in love with me because of a knot around the neck? Or is it like that? Is it just an adjustment?
I was happy as it rained. When I rains the leafs n all becomes real green and roads become sexy black. I love it. I was smiling simply.
To tell you the truth, I fell in love with life. I know whats going through your mind. Well. let me explain. Do you smoke? If not, I don't think you'll understand it. The more you smoke, the more you'll understand.
Suppose you are sitting alone. And you are smoking. You had a couple of cigarettes and you are smoking the last one. And you are taking the last puff. You will die for a few more puffs. You'll terribly want some more. If you really enjoy smoking.
Its same in case of life.
When you become crazy for life. Dying to get a few more happy moments always, Then you are said to be in love with life. It doesn't matter, whatever phase you are going through. You'll enjoy it. We all know. Without sadness there is no value for happiness.
One nice girl was standing at the front end. But I was day dreaming too much and forgot about her. At the time I get back to her, she had already established a full duplex connection with somebody else from the back row.
I told you before right? I love traveling. When I'm boarded, the only thing I'll be worried about is that the destination is getting nearer. The journey is going to end there. The guy who sat near me didn't even smiled at me. He started eating something. So I didn't want to disturb him either. I'm telling you, you should tell a hi/hello to the one sitting next to you in bus/train or whatever. In these days nobody does that. I always felt like jailed in bus/train when I was travelling alone. When someone is talking to you then its something else. You wont feel lonely. You wont be bothered about the time. etc.
I was thinking about something. You know it's not my mistake. According to "The monk who sold the Ferrari" there are about 60k thoughts going through our mind everyday. Bus passed a beautiful girl. Face of a girl whom I saw last day in bus came to my mind. She was gorgeous. I fell in love at the first sight itself. I am sure if I was there in that bus a few more minutes I would have proposed her. And I regret about the 30 minutes I was with her for not to do so. Well. Anyway she was not from my religion. But.. Oh just forget it.
It started to rain. I could smell that smell of fresh sand. I hate people telling I love rain n all. Who doesn't love rain? The girl's face came to my mind again.
I started thinking about the marriage. Well I have no plan for one soon but you know. One might have some doubts.
What if she won't listen to me? What if she wear dresses I can't accept. I mean much exposing ones. I found this one as the most important and annoying one. Girls do wear exposing ones to attract boys? Well I don't think no good boy will come to her with any good intention seeing that. A boy know where a boy will look in a girl and for what. Thats why he tell his gf or wife to dress neatly. But it always end up in fight as girl telling "Don't act like my dad".
If a girl doesn't get respect and just getting hits then is just the flesh. Its a matter of money then. [I'm not insulting any of my female readers. With all my respect I'm telling you to take this positively. I'm not anyone to advice you on your dress. Its just my opinion.]
What if she doesn't like my parents?, What if she doesn't like my friends? What if.. What if.. I gave up. Rain stopped.
I found my self thinking about marriage again. How can you marry one whom you don't know. The girl's face came to my again. I didn't knew her before. So it was just lust then. So there is no such thing as love at first sight.
Six months will be enough. I thought; to know one better[Sometimes I felt like one lifetime wont be enough]. A friend's words came to my mind. She said this after having a fair friendship of two years.
"I like chatting with you, talking with you, Walking with you and etc. But thats it. Nothing more than that. I cant think of any other way." Having known each other for more than two years she couldn't love me. Then how can I expect one who doesn't know me at all to fell in love with me because of a knot around the neck? Or is it like that? Is it just an adjustment?
I was happy as it rained. When I rains the leafs n all becomes real green and roads become sexy black. I love it. I was smiling simply.
To tell you the truth, I fell in love with life. I know whats going through your mind. Well. let me explain. Do you smoke? If not, I don't think you'll understand it. The more you smoke, the more you'll understand.
Suppose you are sitting alone. And you are smoking. You had a couple of cigarettes and you are smoking the last one. And you are taking the last puff. You will die for a few more puffs. You'll terribly want some more. If you really enjoy smoking.
Its same in case of life.
When you become crazy for life. Dying to get a few more happy moments always, Then you are said to be in love with life. It doesn't matter, whatever phase you are going through. You'll enjoy it. We all know. Without sadness there is no value for happiness.
One nice girl was standing at the front end. But I was day dreaming too much and forgot about her. At the time I get back to her, she had already established a full duplex connection with somebody else from the back row.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A bunch of losers
Its because we love, We feel hurt. Its because we love, we miss each other. Its because we love we doubt that other one is ignoring us. Yes its because we love, we end up in breaking. Every time it starts with a communication breakdown. so always talk to them and clear your part. Even if nobody is listening. Because you wont regret in future as "I could have told her/him".
Heck. Be a loser.
I was thinking about us. Losers. Look around. All you can see is us. But do you know we control the world. We lead the world. We tell stories, we make films, we write books and we help others.
You might be confused. Well. Let me explain. Let's start with books. Somebody ditch someone. He/she get disappointed. Waste so many time thinking about the other one. Lots of dreaming. Then he/she write something. It becomes an epic. Films: we lose somebody in a very bad way which we cannot just accept. We wish it should never happen to others. We want to tell others our story. Thus we become directors. But you know how this books and films do well? We, the losers, go to films and watching them we say "Its my story". Let's see how people become political leaders. Most of them are born in poor families. No food, no electricity, no water, no nice dresses etc. They had dreams. But they see some people enjoy all the luxury in the world. They want to fight for their rights. They know pain so they can understand other's too. They become leaders. [Rest we can guess]. And some others, they are born in wealthy families. They cant understand why some people can't have what they are having. They try to help others. Losing everything they have. Thus they becomes humanitarians.
You know we losers are the reason for all existing goodness in the world. What is others doing? They are making money. Screwing girls. Hurting other people for time pass and fun. Those winners you know, they are the reason for all bad things. They read books just to get idea for winning girls, cheating others and becoming billionaires. They don't care how others live.
So who's better? us. Right? Poor you. Can't you hear it? they just called you a loser again. So wake up. become a winner. This earth belongs to them. Roomie think twice before commenting. because if there is a rally of losers, you must be the one who should hold the flag. You know it. Right.
Heck. Be a loser.
I was thinking about us. Losers. Look around. All you can see is us. But do you know we control the world. We lead the world. We tell stories, we make films, we write books and we help others.
You might be confused. Well. Let me explain. Let's start with books. Somebody ditch someone. He/she get disappointed. Waste so many time thinking about the other one. Lots of dreaming. Then he/she write something. It becomes an epic. Films: we lose somebody in a very bad way which we cannot just accept. We wish it should never happen to others. We want to tell others our story. Thus we become directors. But you know how this books and films do well? We, the losers, go to films and watching them we say "Its my story". Let's see how people become political leaders. Most of them are born in poor families. No food, no electricity, no water, no nice dresses etc. They had dreams. But they see some people enjoy all the luxury in the world. They want to fight for their rights. They know pain so they can understand other's too. They become leaders. [Rest we can guess]. And some others, they are born in wealthy families. They cant understand why some people can't have what they are having. They try to help others. Losing everything they have. Thus they becomes humanitarians.
You know we losers are the reason for all existing goodness in the world. What is others doing? They are making money. Screwing girls. Hurting other people for time pass and fun. Those winners you know, they are the reason for all bad things. They read books just to get idea for winning girls, cheating others and becoming billionaires. They don't care how others live.
So who's better? us. Right? Poor you. Can't you hear it? they just called you a loser again. So wake up. become a winner. This earth belongs to them. Roomie think twice before commenting. because if there is a rally of losers, you must be the one who should hold the flag. You know it. Right.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Random Thoughts [2]
I was thinking about it all time. Or I terribly wanted it. A little sister. A tiny little one. I still remember the day Neha hugged me, When I was about to leave their house. She was very affectionate kid. Its Lamiya who made me think about it again, When I went to write supplies. She would come to my room, sit on me or anybody who is lying in the bed and start talking. She is very smart girl. When she is talking to u, she will hold your hand or put her hands around your neck. That kills me.
I have an elder sister. And I hate it. I don't think anybody will like elder sisters or brothers. Unless they are giving lots of money and all. They will scold you if you do any mistakes[Or whatever you do]. They will advice you when needed or not. They will never support you if you are doing any crazy things. Like bunking classes etc.
But younger ones are not like that. The tiny little ones. When mom scold you and you are sad or crying they will come to you, sit next to you on bed. They wont tell a thing. But all of a sudden they will hug you, put their arm around your waist. That kills me.
But there is no way to get one now. So I thought of a daughter. I have no plans to get married soon. Then how? I thought about adopting one. I can get really crazy sometimes. I always imagined it. Walking with her, telling all the names and stories about the things which comes our way. Going to park, Going to the beach and sit on that highest rock near the beach and telling her stories, parables [Once I told this idea to one of my friend. I was very excited telling all this. But she was just killing time. May be I share too much crazy things with girls.] etc.
What made me write this now is I just finished "The Catcher in The Rye" by J.D Salinger. In which the main character has described about his little sister. It really touched me. I like children very much. Yeah everybody do. I know its not a big deal. Well. I don't know how to tell you.
***
Its boring nowadays. I want to go back to Bangalore. Seeing me simply sitting here, mom sends me to all the marriages and receptions. I hate to go to any parties. The thing is I wasn't around home for last few years. So I don't know anybody and the people I knew changed alot in their physical appearance. People come to you and ask 'do you know me?' And we will give a smile back as an acknowledgement of recognition. But then they ask you to tell their name. Huh there it starts. Within hours you'll get complaints through your mom that her son don't remember these people.
Sometimes it makes you sad. Last week, I'd been to this party. And one girl jumped in front of me and called my nickname[Which, only my family members call me. A few friends also call that. But I don't like too many people call me that.] and asked me how are you n all. I was like - I knew her. But I couldn't remember her name or where I'd met this girl. She was smiling. But seeing my confused face she told her name and place we were together. Still I didn't get it. Her smile faded and she told she is in kinda hurry n all. It killed me. She was really happy and all and I couldn't even get those goddamn old memories from my old brain tapes. It really depressed me. So later I went to her and had a conversation. I think it made her a little happy. That's the end of it. I told mom I wont be going to any functions in near future.
Didn't I tell u? I disconnected my Internet connection. Now I have lots of time. I already finished two books in Jan. Now reading the third one. And the TV sucks as usual. India lost the match and there was this interesting debate in NDTV about reading. Some fear this paperback books are in danger. Nobody will be reading them in future. Everybody will buy an Amazon Kindle. What the ****. I hate this kinda debates. Nonsense. I don't think any gadget will give you the pleasure of reading a hard copy. May be some of you have different views. But I hate this Barka Dutt. I told you before. On the day of Ayodhya verdict. She is incarnation of Satan. We shouldn't use that s* word often. Because the more we use it the stronger he becomes. :P
Wish you all happy Republic Day. Peace.
I have an elder sister. And I hate it. I don't think anybody will like elder sisters or brothers. Unless they are giving lots of money and all. They will scold you if you do any mistakes[Or whatever you do]. They will advice you when needed or not. They will never support you if you are doing any crazy things. Like bunking classes etc.
But younger ones are not like that. The tiny little ones. When mom scold you and you are sad or crying they will come to you, sit next to you on bed. They wont tell a thing. But all of a sudden they will hug you, put their arm around your waist. That kills me.
But there is no way to get one now. So I thought of a daughter. I have no plans to get married soon. Then how? I thought about adopting one. I can get really crazy sometimes. I always imagined it. Walking with her, telling all the names and stories about the things which comes our way. Going to park, Going to the beach and sit on that highest rock near the beach and telling her stories, parables [Once I told this idea to one of my friend. I was very excited telling all this. But she was just killing time. May be I share too much crazy things with girls.] etc.
What made me write this now is I just finished "The Catcher in The Rye" by J.D Salinger. In which the main character has described about his little sister. It really touched me. I like children very much. Yeah everybody do. I know its not a big deal. Well. I don't know how to tell you.
***
Its boring nowadays. I want to go back to Bangalore. Seeing me simply sitting here, mom sends me to all the marriages and receptions. I hate to go to any parties. The thing is I wasn't around home for last few years. So I don't know anybody and the people I knew changed alot in their physical appearance. People come to you and ask 'do you know me?' And we will give a smile back as an acknowledgement of recognition. But then they ask you to tell their name. Huh there it starts. Within hours you'll get complaints through your mom that her son don't remember these people.
Sometimes it makes you sad. Last week, I'd been to this party. And one girl jumped in front of me and called my nickname[Which, only my family members call me. A few friends also call that. But I don't like too many people call me that.] and asked me how are you n all. I was like - I knew her. But I couldn't remember her name or where I'd met this girl. She was smiling. But seeing my confused face she told her name and place we were together. Still I didn't get it. Her smile faded and she told she is in kinda hurry n all. It killed me. She was really happy and all and I couldn't even get those goddamn old memories from my old brain tapes. It really depressed me. So later I went to her and had a conversation. I think it made her a little happy. That's the end of it. I told mom I wont be going to any functions in near future.
Didn't I tell u? I disconnected my Internet connection. Now I have lots of time. I already finished two books in Jan. Now reading the third one. And the TV sucks as usual. India lost the match and there was this interesting debate in NDTV about reading. Some fear this paperback books are in danger. Nobody will be reading them in future. Everybody will buy an Amazon Kindle. What the ****. I hate this kinda debates. Nonsense. I don't think any gadget will give you the pleasure of reading a hard copy. May be some of you have different views. But I hate this Barka Dutt. I told you before. On the day of Ayodhya verdict. She is incarnation of Satan. We shouldn't use that s* word often. Because the more we use it the stronger he becomes. :P
Wish you all happy Republic Day. Peace.
Monday, January 3, 2011
A train journey with Roomie!
Girl : Randeep, Do you know one thing?
Me : ?
Girl : You know what is the best comfort on earth?
Me : ?
Girl : The one you didn't have it yet. Woman.
Me : !
Girl : And you will never have it.
[Was she cursing me? something broken to pieces inside me when I heard it. Like a glass broken into thousand pieces. But I never tried to rearrange it and show her I can be thousand times better. I never felt a need for one. My friends and work kept me from loneliness. But last few weeks I've been missing something. That's why I said yes when Nibul gave this idea.]
Railway stations are very Romantic place, ain't them? We were coming back to Trissur from Ernamkulam after submitting some documents for Nibul's Dubai Transit Visa. It was at south railway station we spotted her. She was in a blue jeans and well, I forgot about the tshirt. It wasn't her dress that grabbed the attention but her shoes. A new pair for blue shoes. Like the ones boys wear. And her brown colored bag on which something was written. I don't remember that too.
She was tall. May be a five feet five inches, fair. She had a mole on the left of her nose near the eye and that will be the first thing you'll notice when you look at her.
We left her and went to buy some books. Bought one Tehelka which was featuring some Tiger issue[Good one to kill time re]. Then we returned to train and was looking for the seats, we saw her sitting alone in a sleeper berth near the window.
We[Me and Nibul ] looked each other and saw the same light in each others' eyes. We got into her compartment and headed to her.
Me : Is there anybody here?
She : !@$%^ [Not audible]
Me : [Repeating again]
She : I don't know. [it followed a smile.]
I sat opposite to her and Nibul near the window on the side berth and started reading Tehelka like a nerd.
I was thinking what to do. At that time I got a message. It was from Nibul. It started as this.
Nibul : Start "Mission Chick" 5minutes after the train starts!
When I was reading it one man who seemed to be on early forties came and sat between me and her right opposite of her. He was on his Lungi[Dhoti]. So now two lower berths. On one she was sitting near the window. On the other one Lungi man sitting opposite to her near the window and me on the other end of same berth with him. And Nibul sitting and reading Tehelka on the side berth. Time went on. I replied Nibul.
Me : This guy is oola[Dummo]. That will give us a way. Lets start.
Nibul : "I'm very bad at it. Pediya["m afraid].And I don't like the Mundu[Lungi] guy sitting next to u, he is Sheen's[one of our classmate. known critic!] bigger copy, and he expecting touchings from her? So u start, I'll support after I gain confidence.
I was thinking how to start. She was on phone. Earphones on. Last I found an idea. Ask where are these folks going. I started with the Mundu guy.
Me : Chetten engotta? [Where are you going]
Mundan : Palakkad.
me : [looking at her] Engotta?
she : Took off the earphones and gestured "what?"
me : engotta pokunne? [Where are you going? ]
she : Bangalore. And she put the earphones back.
Me messaged to Nibul: If this mundu guy was not here, we could make it a heaven. And you, fatass, where were the support u promised. Fag**
Nibul : My support comes only after I "gain" about 60% confidence! Right now I have only 15% confi, and the mundu guy made me nervous. You have made a very good start! I never expected that!! Seriously! very good roomie!Good going! Cmon, will support you in short time. u can manage it.
I waited for a second chance. And she seemed to be very busy with mob. Nibul was buried deep under the Tiger feature. Dumbass. I got bored.
Me to her: Are you studying there? in Bangalore?
she : No. I'm going for an interview.
I gave her a thumbs up.
She : Thank u
me: which company?
she : [Told some company name.I didn't get it]
Me : What didya study? Engineer?
she : No. I studied Mass communication.
me : here in ernamkulam?
she : No. In Hyderabad.
Me : Parents are working there? In Hyderabad?
she : No I went there for studying this.
me : woow. cool.
me : sorry. didn't ask you name.
she : Suman
Me : Where you are going to stay? In Bangalore.
she gave us a weired look
Me : I'm also working there in Bangalore. That's why asked.
she : J.P Nagar.
Me :That's close. I'm in BTM.
she : yeah.
She put the earphones back. And looked out through the window. Time passed. I messaged Nibul.
Me : I don't think she'll hung up that call and if she do, I'm sure she'll keep that earphones on. So stop dreaming and think of ******. All the best.
Nibul : :) Ok. But if she does, you have a great chance. We are doing good. u r doing excellent! all the best roomie! All the best. you are good at this. Never expected 7/10.
Reading it I cursed myself for being his roommate for the last 3 years. Time went on. Stations passed. I felt sleepy.
Me : K. Fatass. I'm stopping it. U are a ****head. And she shows least interest in talking. Help Tigers. Screw yourself.
Nibul : Yes. Thank you! u attack her. I'll rescue her. I'll be the hero, U be the Villain. Who later turns to be the hero's roomie and best friend, and very later be her BF!
I wanted to kill him. I looked at him. He remind me of the main character in Ice age anim. Thats how I managed it.
Nibul : This Mundu guy is trying to show his *** to her. Kallan.
I noticed it. He was arranging his Mundu often. Revealing whatever inside. Knowingly or not!
At this time, the mundu guy started talking to her. It was about to reach thrissur. I got another sms.
Nibul : Haha the mundan will kill her after we get out! she will be praying for someone sensible to get in from thrissur.
Train reached thrissur. I didn't want to say even bye to her. What kinda girl is this? Didn't even ask our names. That time Nibul stood up and told her.
Okie, All the best. [that's the only words came out from his mouth during the trip.]
me too: yeah all the best.
We got out of it and I was shouting at him, the train started moving. And her window came near us as we where walking along with it. She saw us and she smiled.
After one hour while I was in bus on my way home I got a message from Nibul. Which was sent one hour before. It said
"Don't forget to say bye and happy journey to her".
Me : ?
Girl : You know what is the best comfort on earth?
Me : ?
Girl : The one you didn't have it yet. Woman.
Me : !
Girl : And you will never have it.
[Was she cursing me? something broken to pieces inside me when I heard it. Like a glass broken into thousand pieces. But I never tried to rearrange it and show her I can be thousand times better. I never felt a need for one. My friends and work kept me from loneliness. But last few weeks I've been missing something. That's why I said yes when Nibul gave this idea.]
Railway stations are very Romantic place, ain't them? We were coming back to Trissur from Ernamkulam after submitting some documents for Nibul's Dubai Transit Visa. It was at south railway station we spotted her. She was in a blue jeans and well, I forgot about the tshirt. It wasn't her dress that grabbed the attention but her shoes. A new pair for blue shoes. Like the ones boys wear. And her brown colored bag on which something was written. I don't remember that too.
She was tall. May be a five feet five inches, fair. She had a mole on the left of her nose near the eye and that will be the first thing you'll notice when you look at her.
We left her and went to buy some books. Bought one Tehelka which was featuring some Tiger issue[Good one to kill time re]. Then we returned to train and was looking for the seats, we saw her sitting alone in a sleeper berth near the window.
We[Me and Nibul ] looked each other and saw the same light in each others' eyes. We got into her compartment and headed to her.
Me : Is there anybody here?
She : !@$%^ [Not audible]
Me : [Repeating again]
She : I don't know. [it followed a smile.]
I sat opposite to her and Nibul near the window on the side berth and started reading Tehelka like a nerd.
I was thinking what to do. At that time I got a message. It was from Nibul. It started as this.
Nibul : Start "Mission Chick" 5minutes after the train starts!
When I was reading it one man who seemed to be on early forties came and sat between me and her right opposite of her. He was on his Lungi[Dhoti]. So now two lower berths. On one she was sitting near the window. On the other one Lungi man sitting opposite to her near the window and me on the other end of same berth with him. And Nibul sitting and reading Tehelka on the side berth. Time went on. I replied Nibul.
Me : This guy is oola[Dummo]. That will give us a way. Lets start.
Nibul : "I'm very bad at it. Pediya["m afraid].And I don't like the Mundu[Lungi] guy sitting next to u, he is Sheen's[one of our classmate. known critic!] bigger copy, and he expecting touchings from her? So u start, I'll support after I gain confidence.
I was thinking how to start. She was on phone. Earphones on. Last I found an idea. Ask where are these folks going. I started with the Mundu guy.
Me : Chetten engotta? [Where are you going]
Mundan : Palakkad.
me : [looking at her] Engotta?
she : Took off the earphones and gestured "what?"
me : engotta pokunne? [Where are you going? ]
she : Bangalore. And she put the earphones back.
Me messaged to Nibul: If this mundu guy was not here, we could make it a heaven. And you, fatass, where were the support u promised. Fag**
Nibul : My support comes only after I "gain" about 60% confidence! Right now I have only 15% confi, and the mundu guy made me nervous. You have made a very good start! I never expected that!! Seriously! very good roomie!Good going! Cmon, will support you in short time. u can manage it.
I waited for a second chance. And she seemed to be very busy with mob. Nibul was buried deep under the Tiger feature. Dumbass. I got bored.
Me to her: Are you studying there? in Bangalore?
she : No. I'm going for an interview.
I gave her a thumbs up.
She : Thank u
me: which company?
she : [Told some company name.I didn't get it]
Me : What didya study? Engineer?
she : No. I studied Mass communication.
me : here in ernamkulam?
she : No. In Hyderabad.
Me : Parents are working there? In Hyderabad?
she : No I went there for studying this.
me : woow. cool.
me : sorry. didn't ask you name.
she : Suman
Me : Where you are going to stay? In Bangalore.
she gave us a weired look
Me : I'm also working there in Bangalore. That's why asked.
she : J.P Nagar.
Me :That's close. I'm in BTM.
she : yeah.
She put the earphones back. And looked out through the window. Time passed. I messaged Nibul.
Me : I don't think she'll hung up that call and if she do, I'm sure she'll keep that earphones on. So stop dreaming and think of ******. All the best.
Nibul : :) Ok. But if she does, you have a great chance. We are doing good. u r doing excellent! all the best roomie! All the best. you are good at this. Never expected 7/10.
Reading it I cursed myself for being his roommate for the last 3 years. Time went on. Stations passed. I felt sleepy.
Me : K. Fatass. I'm stopping it. U are a ****head. And she shows least interest in talking. Help Tigers. Screw yourself.
Nibul : Yes. Thank you! u attack her. I'll rescue her. I'll be the hero, U be the Villain. Who later turns to be the hero's roomie and best friend, and very later be her BF!
I wanted to kill him. I looked at him. He remind me of the main character in Ice age anim. Thats how I managed it.
Nibul : This Mundu guy is trying to show his *** to her. Kallan.
I noticed it. He was arranging his Mundu often. Revealing whatever inside. Knowingly or not!
At this time, the mundu guy started talking to her. It was about to reach thrissur. I got another sms.
Nibul : Haha the mundan will kill her after we get out! she will be praying for someone sensible to get in from thrissur.
Train reached thrissur. I didn't want to say even bye to her. What kinda girl is this? Didn't even ask our names. That time Nibul stood up and told her.
Okie, All the best. [that's the only words came out from his mouth during the trip.]
me too: yeah all the best.
We got out of it and I was shouting at him, the train started moving. And her window came near us as we where walking along with it. She saw us and she smiled.
After one hour while I was in bus on my way home I got a message from Nibul. Which was sent one hour before. It said
"Don't forget to say bye and happy journey to her".
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Life goes on and on..
I know. Its been a long time. I was very busy with my job. Nothing new happening nowadays. Then what to write? Every time when I go to forum, I think I'll get something to write today. But every time I get disappointed. Nobody minds me! I felt invisible inside landmark. I think I've read back pages of almost all books in landmark. I started hating fictions.
And one good thing happened to me in last few months was comics. Everybody used to read comics in childhood. Me too. But somewhere during the aging process we all forgot it or left it as a kiddo stuff. I was great fan of Balarama, Balabhoomi etc[Malayalam books]. But when I grown up I fell in love with novels and beautiful girls and forgot the graphical novels.
I love talking. I used to visit my friend vivek's house during the weekends. He is working in Nirvana films. You all might know that name after the success of ZooZoo ads. Yeah they direct ad films. I like to hear all those things about making film, writing scripts and of course, gossips. And he has a big collection of novels. These guys got almost everything in Landmark in their shelves. Now you found my library.
He is staying with his brother pratheek. I didn't know what he is actually doing. Kind of writer. That was all that I knew about him. Later on I came to know that he is writing comics! well I was least interested. Comics! Last time I read one was years ago, when I was in +2. It was xmen. Got from my roommate Vismayu bose.
There are a lot of comic books in their house. I used to take novels but not a single comic. One day pratheek talked to me about comics and gave me three books to read. They were "Blue pills", "Otherside" and "The lone wolf and cub".
And thus I became a comic addict. They were good. And you can finish them quickly. The thing is I finished all these in a few hours.
And this man pratheek, is an engineer! and took his masters from National Institute of Design! and doing wot? writing comics. But it's their passion and I like it and respect it. Their first book is going to release in this December. Its name is HUSH. And about 10 others are in workshop. Comics are not very popular in India. These people are trying to change it. Especially to get the adults into comics. I think readers in all age can enjoy these. Here is the Cover Image.
Please have a look at their facebook page and website. You'll like it. If you have any of your friends reading comics suggest them these. And its not too late. Start reading comics. You will enjoy it. I guarantee you.
Their company name is MantaRay comics. Here is the link
http://www.mantaraycomics.com
Here is the Facebook page
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Manta-Ray-Comics/166588030035191
And a teaser here in youtube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIHKqKk1fbE
And one good thing happened to me in last few months was comics. Everybody used to read comics in childhood. Me too. But somewhere during the aging process we all forgot it or left it as a kiddo stuff. I was great fan of Balarama, Balabhoomi etc[Malayalam books]. But when I grown up I fell in love with novels and beautiful girls and forgot the graphical novels.
I love talking. I used to visit my friend vivek's house during the weekends. He is working in Nirvana films. You all might know that name after the success of ZooZoo ads. Yeah they direct ad films. I like to hear all those things about making film, writing scripts and of course, gossips. And he has a big collection of novels. These guys got almost everything in Landmark in their shelves. Now you found my library.
He is staying with his brother pratheek. I didn't know what he is actually doing. Kind of writer. That was all that I knew about him. Later on I came to know that he is writing comics! well I was least interested. Comics! Last time I read one was years ago, when I was in +2. It was xmen. Got from my roommate Vismayu bose.
There are a lot of comic books in their house. I used to take novels but not a single comic. One day pratheek talked to me about comics and gave me three books to read. They were "Blue pills", "Otherside" and "The lone wolf and cub".
And thus I became a comic addict. They were good. And you can finish them quickly. The thing is I finished all these in a few hours.
And this man pratheek, is an engineer! and took his masters from National Institute of Design! and doing wot? writing comics. But it's their passion and I like it and respect it. Their first book is going to release in this December. Its name is HUSH. And about 10 others are in workshop. Comics are not very popular in India. These people are trying to change it. Especially to get the adults into comics. I think readers in all age can enjoy these. Here is the Cover Image.
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| Manta Ray Comics HUSH Cover Page |
Please have a look at their facebook page and website. You'll like it. If you have any of your friends reading comics suggest them these. And its not too late. Start reading comics. You will enjoy it. I guarantee you.
Their company name is MantaRay comics. Here is the link
http://www.mantaraycomics.com
Here is the Facebook page
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Manta-Ray-Comics/166588030035191
And a teaser here in youtube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIHKqKk1fbE
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
You Name It[3]
"If its like this, there will be terrorists from god's own country."
They laughed at me. Some had trouble in catching breath.
I felt pity. And I looked them with teary eyes.
Later we together saw it coming.
I warned all when they won their first election.
They smiled. A sarcastic one.
Again, I looked them with my teary eyes.
Because I know. A day will come. May be its in a classroom, a train compartment or a bus stop. He will be teased for being a born "[Name of religion]". And he'll feel discriminated.
But my eyes were teary not because of that. It was because he won't think as I would have. He will realize he is a "[Member of religion]", he'll pledge to kill others, he'll choose brothers and sisters on religion. He'll forget that are all human.
Religion divides us. Humanity unites us. Be a Human. Discourage politics which has religious roots. Note: Dear friends, this post is not against any religion. Like all of you, I too believe in god. But believing in god doesn't mean we have to fight each other because of the differences in the way we worship our god. And we all know there are people who use our faith for their own mad dreams. This is against them. Not against any religion or believers.
They laughed at me. Some had trouble in catching breath.
I felt pity. And I looked them with teary eyes.
Later we together saw it coming.
I warned all when they won their first election.
They smiled. A sarcastic one.
Again, I looked them with my teary eyes.
Because I know. A day will come. May be its in a classroom, a train compartment or a bus stop. He will be teased for being a born "[Name of religion]". And he'll feel discriminated.
But my eyes were teary not because of that. It was because he won't think as I would have. He will realize he is a "[Member of religion]", he'll pledge to kill others, he'll choose brothers and sisters on religion. He'll forget that are all human.
Religion divides us. Humanity unites us. Be a Human. Discourage politics which has religious roots. Note: Dear friends, this post is not against any religion. Like all of you, I too believe in god. But believing in god doesn't mean we have to fight each other because of the differences in the way we worship our god. And we all know there are people who use our faith for their own mad dreams. This is against them. Not against any religion or believers.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Promote Natural Beauty!
My dear girls and Ladies,
A few minutes ago I saw a video promoting natural beauty. First of all, I'm asking you why do you use these cosmetic? Most of us, boys consider girls who do make up more than a limit as whores[frankly speaking]. We don't want to kiss a lip which is colored like an oil paint and tastes like grease. And the rose powder. Well most men are allergic to that. I heard that there are around 100 toxic chemicals in each Nail polish. Yeah! they give u a ghostly look. If u want that; carry on. Don't be fooled by everything you see as fashion. We, the boys love you as you are, Naturally.
Promote natural beauty.
Say no to cosmetics.
Note: Actually this was originally posted at my Google buzz. Because so many boys shared similar views there and to reach more people I'm posting it here too. I request all girls to take it positively. Thank you.
A few minutes ago I saw a video promoting natural beauty. First of all, I'm asking you why do you use these cosmetic? Most of us, boys consider girls who do make up more than a limit as whores[frankly speaking]. We don't want to kiss a lip which is colored like an oil paint and tastes like grease. And the rose powder. Well most men are allergic to that. I heard that there are around 100 toxic chemicals in each Nail polish. Yeah! they give u a ghostly look. If u want that; carry on. Don't be fooled by everything you see as fashion. We, the boys love you as you are, Naturally.
Promote natural beauty.
Say no to cosmetics.
Note: Actually this was originally posted at my Google buzz. Because so many boys shared similar views there and to reach more people I'm posting it here too. I request all girls to take it positively. Thank you.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Happy Eid
Eid Mubarak. I bought new dress today. :) People are asking me, being a Hindu, why I had to buy dress on Eid? I believe in one and only one god. I don't think there are separate gods for Hindu, Muslim and Christians. You can reach a destination by different methods right? By bus, by boat, by walk etc. Consider our destination as God and different methods/routes as religions. All problems are solved. Believe in your paths. And respect other ones. Thank you.
Happy Eid
Happy Eid
Friday, August 20, 2010
Troubles by a birthday party
What makes me happy and sad at the same time?
Well the answer is "supplies" or in full form "supplementary exams of my B.tech"
The reason for sadness is I've to write it again and if I failed I wont get my degree and no good job in near future. The reason for happiness is that I can see all my friends there. So I love all supply seasons.
Well. The following story happened in such a lovely supply season. The latest one.
As usual I woke up at 10am and was going for breakfast at Sabu's shop. Sadu(fazil) and Shareef was coming back from the shop and told me there is no food or tea. Then I joined with them to another hotel. As we were talking and eating rubber poratta and fish curry one of fazil's friend[I dont know his name. Sadu calls him "Thala"] came and sat with us.
At that time a nice girl passed the shop. Seeing me staring at her fazil asked me.
"What is this pshycho[yeah that's wot they call me.] You were in Bangalore and staring girls like this here in kuttippuram?"
I replied that in Bangalore I was full time with Machines[computers] and hardly see a girl there. [of course. A bit exaggerated]. And we continued talking bla bla. Then some of Thala's friends came to us and started talking with him.
This time one of them was standing near me gave me a puzzled look. After doing some gestures with hand he asked me..
[He talked to me in Malayalam I'll give those sentences both in Malayalam and English. He did his high school somewhere in north India. so his Malayalam was a bit funny.]
He:[Malayalam]iyaal, iyaal... ente computeril.... undallo
He:You.. You are there... In my computer..
I was like..!! Me!! In his computer!!
HE:[Malayalam] athe, ningalude photo ente computeril undu. ente chechiyude birthday party photosil.
He:yeah your photo is there in my computer. You are there in my sister's birthday party photos.
I sighed..hoo.. I got it. But I forgot her name.
Me: What is your sister's name?
He: Sharanya
Me: Her marriage is over?
He: Yes
Me to Sadu: Sharanya is working with Vikas' roommates. They celebrated her birthday in Vikas' flat. They invited me.
HE:[Malayalam] pakshe... Chechi paranjathu.... ningale ariyilla ennu aaanallo....
HE:But my sister told that she doesn't know you.
My eyes started rolling in opposite directions. I couldn't look at fazil. Shareef sat as he didn't understand anything.
HE: Chechi paranjathu..... ningal.. valinju kayari vanna aaro aanennanu.
He: But she told that you were a party crasher!
Fazil covered his face. Shareef laughed. I got it. Its over. I cant help it. They will kill me tonight.
ME: Whhaaatttt.. It was me who arranged all those decorations and cakes. She even talked to me!
I don't remember what happened after that. I don't remember paying the bill and all. Fazil had already started making fun of me. Shareef somehow understand it all and started laughing.
I couldn't do anything. But they could do everything. And they did. Before I reach my room I got call from Nibul.
"Roomie heard u are going to all the parties in Bangalore without invitations. Especially girls. And u also pose for photos?"
After sometime Vipin called.
"Hehe.. hehe... Hehe.. I heard... Birthday party.. hehe"..
Grr... I got mad. But there was no escape. Seeing me Yakub sung the song "Where is the party tonight" at every place. Bus stop, hotel everywhere.
The boy, his name is Sarath, don't know any of these. poor boy. I'm not angry with him but with his sister. because its our flat. she came there and calling me a party crasher? I went there after cheriyan called me. Usually I don't go to any programs. :( I really wanted to kill her [huhh not really.. she was just being a "girl". she cant help it.]
So
Think before attending any parties!
And don't pose for any photos. If u do, make sure the birthday boy/girl knows u well. :)
Note: This is published just for fun. Its just something that can happen to anybody. It doesn't mean to hurt anyone referred in the post. I request everyone to take it as fun. Thank you.
Update:
After sometime sadu asked me it was really me who brought the cake and all?
I replied: "No man. What else I could say at that time? As if I 've no other work to do, to bring her a cake!
Well the answer is "supplies" or in full form "supplementary exams of my B.tech"
The reason for sadness is I've to write it again and if I failed I wont get my degree and no good job in near future. The reason for happiness is that I can see all my friends there. So I love all supply seasons.
Well. The following story happened in such a lovely supply season. The latest one.
As usual I woke up at 10am and was going for breakfast at Sabu's shop. Sadu(fazil) and Shareef was coming back from the shop and told me there is no food or tea. Then I joined with them to another hotel. As we were talking and eating rubber poratta and fish curry one of fazil's friend[I dont know his name. Sadu calls him "Thala"] came and sat with us.
At that time a nice girl passed the shop. Seeing me staring at her fazil asked me.
"What is this pshycho[yeah that's wot they call me.] You were in Bangalore and staring girls like this here in kuttippuram?"
I replied that in Bangalore I was full time with Machines[computers] and hardly see a girl there. [of course. A bit exaggerated]. And we continued talking bla bla. Then some of Thala's friends came to us and started talking with him.
This time one of them was standing near me gave me a puzzled look. After doing some gestures with hand he asked me..
[He talked to me in Malayalam I'll give those sentences both in Malayalam and English. He did his high school somewhere in north India. so his Malayalam was a bit funny.]
He:[Malayalam]iyaal, iyaal... ente computeril.... undallo
He:You.. You are there... In my computer..
I was like..!! Me!! In his computer!!
HE:[Malayalam] athe, ningalude photo ente computeril undu. ente chechiyude birthday party photosil.
He:yeah your photo is there in my computer. You are there in my sister's birthday party photos.
I sighed..hoo.. I got it. But I forgot her name.
Me: What is your sister's name?
He: Sharanya
Me: Her marriage is over?
He: Yes
Me to Sadu: Sharanya is working with Vikas' roommates. They celebrated her birthday in Vikas' flat. They invited me.
HE:[Malayalam] pakshe... Chechi paranjathu.... ningale ariyilla ennu aaanallo....
HE:But my sister told that she doesn't know you.
My eyes started rolling in opposite directions. I couldn't look at fazil. Shareef sat as he didn't understand anything.
HE: Chechi paranjathu..... ningal.. valinju kayari vanna aaro aanennanu.
He: But she told that you were a party crasher!
Fazil covered his face. Shareef laughed. I got it. Its over. I cant help it. They will kill me tonight.
ME: Whhaaatttt.. It was me who arranged all those decorations and cakes. She even talked to me!
I don't remember what happened after that. I don't remember paying the bill and all. Fazil had already started making fun of me. Shareef somehow understand it all and started laughing.
I couldn't do anything. But they could do everything. And they did. Before I reach my room I got call from Nibul.
"Roomie heard u are going to all the parties in Bangalore without invitations. Especially girls. And u also pose for photos?"
After sometime Vipin called.
"Hehe.. hehe... Hehe.. I heard... Birthday party.. hehe"..
Grr... I got mad. But there was no escape. Seeing me Yakub sung the song "Where is the party tonight" at every place. Bus stop, hotel everywhere.
The boy, his name is Sarath, don't know any of these. poor boy. I'm not angry with him but with his sister. because its our flat. she came there and calling me a party crasher? I went there after cheriyan called me. Usually I don't go to any programs. :( I really wanted to kill her [huhh not really.. she was just being a "girl". she cant help it.]
So
Think before attending any parties!
And don't pose for any photos. If u do, make sure the birthday boy/girl knows u well. :)
Note: This is published just for fun. Its just something that can happen to anybody. It doesn't mean to hurt anyone referred in the post. I request everyone to take it as fun. Thank you.
Update:
After sometime sadu asked me it was really me who brought the cake and all?
I replied: "No man. What else I could say at that time? As if I 've no other work to do, to bring her a cake!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
You name it [2]
Once film actor kamal Hasan said:
Love before age 40 is not real love. Its only lust.
He must be right. Because he has lots of experience.
She was sitting in bed.
He stood close to her.
It wasn't a usual feeling they were having.
She was confused.
She wanted it. one day. But she wasn't sure it should be that day.
He was feeling guilty from the start itself.
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
Now she is blank. No more confusions.
His heart was beating faster. Faster and faster.
He didn't want to do it. His love was pure.
He remembered somebody saying its the final stage of love. He relaxed.
But deep inside he was a man. His age is taking control of him now. Not the conscious.
His fingers started drawing pictures on her neck.
She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.
She pulled him to the bed.
He paused for a minute. Thinking whether she always wanted this?
They didn't think anything after that. They felt like animals.
Deep inside she was a woman.
After some time.
He felt more guilty.
He saw tears running from her eyes. Through the mirror.
He couldn't look at her face.
She came to him. Smiled
She told "I've to go".
It was like same old days. As nothing happened. But the smiles were different.
In real stories, in most cases, You just cant find where it started and where it ended. So you cant blame me.
Love before age 40 is not real love. Its only lust.
He must be right. Because he has lots of experience.
She was sitting in bed.
He stood close to her.
It wasn't a usual feeling they were having.
She was confused.
She wanted it. one day. But she wasn't sure it should be that day.
He was feeling guilty from the start itself.
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
Now she is blank. No more confusions.
His heart was beating faster. Faster and faster.
He didn't want to do it. His love was pure.
He remembered somebody saying its the final stage of love. He relaxed.
But deep inside he was a man. His age is taking control of him now. Not the conscious.
His fingers started drawing pictures on her neck.
She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.
She pulled him to the bed.
He paused for a minute. Thinking whether she always wanted this?
They didn't think anything after that. They felt like animals.
Deep inside she was a woman.
After some time.
He felt more guilty.
He saw tears running from her eyes. Through the mirror.
He couldn't look at her face.
She came to him. Smiled
She told "I've to go".
It was like same old days. As nothing happened. But the smiles were different.
In real stories, in most cases, You just cant find where it started and where it ended. So you cant blame me.
The sexy neighbor
I was coming back after a walk. It was about 6pm. There is no traffic and its a residential area. There are a lot of nice houses on both sides. The sky was little cloudy. But it wasn't dark. And a soft wind was there. I was walking, contemplating the beauty of dark sexy road just after the rain. I love the atmosphere just after the rain. Road will be real black, leaves will be shining green without dust. And the air will be filled with a kind of fresh energy. My hands rested in my jeans pockets. I was walking very slow. Watching each steps, studying the trees around. Kicking the Badam nuts to the drainage on the sides. Suddenly the gate in front of me opened.
It was a girl about 17. With her dog. I knew where she lives but nothing more. But I didn't waste any time thinking about that. She was in a green T-shirt. And a grey short skirt. It was very short and I thought she must have bought it one or two years back. She was all good for that age. May be much better.
Her T-shirt was skin tight type. It was very light that I could see almost all the lines inside. Now her dog is moving fast. She was trying to control it. As she walks her skirt moved to left and right clearing the way up. I could feel the increase in my heartbeats. The scene will force any boy to think he will get something now.
Suddenly the chain fell down from her hand. Oh god don't do this to me, I thought. She bend down to pick the chain. I could see my legs stopped moving my eyes bulged out for a few seconds and went back. When I got back to conscious she had already got a few meters away from me. I resumed walking. She is very slow now. When I got near her she took the chain through her back covering the skirt not to fly because of the wind. I could see the perfect curves now. The things I've seen only on the Temple-walls and in paintings. I could see I'm sweating now. I fixed my eyes on a swift parked near in front of me. I kept walking.
Fortunately or unfortunately she took a turn to left. I didn't look that way and kept walking. Now I know I've much more control over me. Than I thought.
Now I know why these rapes/sec is always increasing. But I wonder how can her parents let their child roam in this kind of dress.
It was a girl about 17. With her dog. I knew where she lives but nothing more. But I didn't waste any time thinking about that. She was in a green T-shirt. And a grey short skirt. It was very short and I thought she must have bought it one or two years back. She was all good for that age. May be much better.
Her T-shirt was skin tight type. It was very light that I could see almost all the lines inside. Now her dog is moving fast. She was trying to control it. As she walks her skirt moved to left and right clearing the way up. I could feel the increase in my heartbeats. The scene will force any boy to think he will get something now.
Suddenly the chain fell down from her hand. Oh god don't do this to me, I thought. She bend down to pick the chain. I could see my legs stopped moving my eyes bulged out for a few seconds and went back. When I got back to conscious she had already got a few meters away from me. I resumed walking. She is very slow now. When I got near her she took the chain through her back covering the skirt not to fly because of the wind. I could see the perfect curves now. The things I've seen only on the Temple-walls and in paintings. I could see I'm sweating now. I fixed my eyes on a swift parked near in front of me. I kept walking.
Fortunately or unfortunately she took a turn to left. I didn't look that way and kept walking. Now I know I've much more control over me. Than I thought.
Now I know why these rapes/sec is always increasing. But I wonder how can her parents let their child roam in this kind of dress.
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