This Valentine...
Its our first valentine since the engagement. It has been a month now and I still can't believe it. We are engaged. I just love this word but its hard to admit it like most men. Its like a licence to Talk.
Someone once explained to me that I was not just a Human, but a Human Resource. Their are people dependent on me and I should concentrate on my studies. Girls are worthless. He added.
It appears he was right except for the 'worthless' part. The sentence lost its meaning the moment I saw you.
What started as a “stupid” love letter is slowly transforming into happily ever after. It might come as a surprise to you for what I have to add now but it's about time, I get honest. It doesn't matter if we ever get married. What mattered was your acceptance. It's not important to materialistically achieve a target. Rather satisfaction of it being within your reach and leaving it on your own will is important. But this doesn't imply that in any way my affection for you has been diminished even by a bit.
Remember when I asked you for the coffee (in person not with “stupid” letter, as you termed it later) and you said “Okay”. And I always wonder what of my few and circumspect actions had earned me the cherished adjective. It was by far the best day of my life. I still bear in mind the soft smile you gave with your expressive eyes. It was one of those May afternoons when its hard to believe Indian idiom “The Monsoon is coming”. Streets were deserted except for us. Silence was dispersed all over the place. For a brief moment I thought I heard clouds approaching. Although not a 'CCD' or 'Starbucks', I consider it was the best coffee I will ever have again. “Wait till you have a sip of Starbucks”(when it comes to India) some may comment. Well no matter what, it will always lack one ingredient that is the nectar of My victory, at least I consider it to be one.
I mean everyone has that one special coffee, even if its not as special as “My First Cup” with Deepika. I still have bill by the way. Not as a reminder of how much it cost me or even to bring to mind that beautiful day because that, I can not forget. But only as a prized possession of your acceptance.
Did it ever occur to you why I proposed you in the most mediocre way possibe and not with the fancy hotel and a shiny ring. Because that is who I am. The most common(mediocre) man. There is nothing special about me except “you”. I wonder what you saw in me. You must have figured it out by now. By the way the ring I gave you, is not at all ancestral(Honesty! strikes again). Anyway I did follow the unwritten “3-months-salary” rule and believe me its bounteous.
But there is one thing in me which is although very common but rarely found. Many people are brave, some are extremely honest, and some stupidly arrogant. People can't change these qualities, its born with them and it will die with them. So is the capability to love someone. In short not everyone has what it takes to be a “Devdas”. People are born with it. Although everyone(thanks to Bollywood) seem to be “I can do anything for you” guy. These are the kind rarely found. I don't brag about being the one, as one of my friend does and may be he is. But somehow I find this quality of mine, certainly resonates with very high amplitudes when it matches your natural frequency.
The thing about Devdas, love letters etc. I am not sure why I think like this. Spare me for these. May be its because I grew up listening to songs like “Adayein bhi hain, Nazakat bhi hai..” or “Dil, Jigar, Nazar Kya Hai...”. Come to think of it and you notice these are the numbers still popular amongst common India.
As far as we are talking about honesty. We must accept facts. This one is gonna hurt, but if I am not David Schwimmer you are no Jennifer Aniston. That doesn't change anything. The fact is that “I Love You” and nothing can change that. I cannot define Love I am not such a great thinker. I only know that its hard for me to part with what I feel about you(Filmy dialogue).
This and much more is what I thought I would say to you. But I suppose that is not gonna materialize now. So On this Valentine when it starts for everyone else. For us It all Ends
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Travelogue
As we grounded in Delhi and I made my way towards Metro Expressway I said what I always said to myself “I freaking live in Harappa”. Only an hour later standing on New Delhi Railway Station sweating and gasping for air I realised Angkor Wat was a better example than Harappa with its greenery and all. Scene is almost the same at any Railway station In India, with people trying to bribe the TTE for a seat, but only in Delhi the percentage of fair skins outnumber the brown ones. In fact some of them were so beautiful, I even considered giving mine seat to them if they agreed to share. But then a reserved seat in Indian Rail booked months before and a beautiful girl not ready to share the same. Well the choice was easy.
The night was quite only up to the moment my alibi decided to make it more interesting by making me listen to the songs he has decided will be played in his marriage. I am quite sure he downloaded it from some site named bug-your-friends-with-these-songs.com. After an hour or so when he realised I was sufficiently harassed he switched to upgraded version of torture.
“So what do you want to do with your life?”
“Well to be precise I am not quite sure”. How could I answer when I myself was searching for the same.
“Why don't prepare for CAT” came the obvious suggestion. God I am done taking advices.
“I don't know I don' think I am capable enough. Why don't we go to sleep. It's a long day tomorrow” I said trying to wind up the conversation.
Strangely he agreed. But only before he gave a long list of other option to think about and how I should take the decision now before its too late. Me, not taking a clue of what he was speaking rather wondering how confidently he spoke. Why didn't he chose law as a career. I mean seriously with the firmness and suave he speaks he would have been a good lawyer or a politician. And his voice, girls just love that deep voice.
The leopard story was the first thing served to us as we reached my friend's 3 BHK apartment in Dehradun early morning. Seriously dude cut the crap. To top that he repeated the story at least a quadruple times, when no one paid any attention. As if that will make it believable. I can't blame him, for his reprised stories had always been a cause of concern for us. Come to think of it so had been mine.
So, while everyone was busy getting ready for yet another journey at 9. One of my friend was comfortable enough not going to toilet in morning. As according to him government had spent so much money on public toilets and they are available any time of the day. Weird theories.
Chakrata is the little hill station we reached just on the time for a late lunch before heading for some near by fall. Journey to the falls was incidentless except when some one tried to be a stuntman jumping off stones showing excitement and finally tumbled in water. I laughed my heart out that proves that it was not me. Really the inner satisfaction you get when someone tries to be a hero and then falls of a banana peel is just priceless.
One of us brought a Rs. 45,000 camera and was trying to capture any thing that makes him look like a real photographer. Or for that matter taking pictures in the pose that makes him look like a real one. While we wait posing stupidly before he decides if the light is either too much or too little, flash should be On or Off and endless other trivialities. It turns out most of the pictures come out shaky and rest having only the background with people either too shadowy or too small, smiling foolishly looking in to the lens.
In the night ours was the only room order for 6 cups of tea while every other occupied room was being served with alcohol.
In the morning we could see Himalyan mountains glowing in the morning light like melted gold was being poured on them and........... well you will not be seeing any more of these because I am not a travelogue writer. What I am trying to write is about the people who matter to me.
Early breakfast of Aloo paratha and boiled eggs in the midst of chilling winds was awesome. Before our driver came to say that our vehicle broke down. With no other option before a vehicle could be arranged we sat down having pointless discussions. Conclusion of which came out to be that the compensatory leaves I apply for was same as that of a labours (My job= Labour job if we formulate it). I claimed that since I was working in shifts I had privilege to this kind of leaves. People claimed that they too were working in shifts but are not entitled to such low category leaves.Well working in shifts that does not include night and getting Saturday-Sunday's off . Well my friend that is a joke not a shift job. It is not that I am very proud of my round the clock shift job but seriously dude 'If you don't know the move please don't groove' (Yes I invented it myself....thanks for the applause.)
Somehow another vehicle was arranged for us to return only after visiting a few other scenic places and a lot of other incidences. We returned to Delhi. From there I flew back to Harappa sorry Angkor Wat with a smile on my face which will fade away once I am bound to my routine freaking round the clock shift job. But these memories keep my heart warm from the inside. The journey was terrific only because people I was with were awesome. Truly awesome. Just below the Kung-fu Panda awesomeness.
The night was quite only up to the moment my alibi decided to make it more interesting by making me listen to the songs he has decided will be played in his marriage. I am quite sure he downloaded it from some site named bug-your-friends-with-these-songs.com. After an hour or so when he realised I was sufficiently harassed he switched to upgraded version of torture.
“So what do you want to do with your life?”
“Well to be precise I am not quite sure”. How could I answer when I myself was searching for the same.
“Why don't prepare for CAT” came the obvious suggestion. God I am done taking advices.
“I don't know I don' think I am capable enough. Why don't we go to sleep. It's a long day tomorrow” I said trying to wind up the conversation.
Strangely he agreed. But only before he gave a long list of other option to think about and how I should take the decision now before its too late. Me, not taking a clue of what he was speaking rather wondering how confidently he spoke. Why didn't he chose law as a career. I mean seriously with the firmness and suave he speaks he would have been a good lawyer or a politician. And his voice, girls just love that deep voice.
The leopard story was the first thing served to us as we reached my friend's 3 BHK apartment in Dehradun early morning. Seriously dude cut the crap. To top that he repeated the story at least a quadruple times, when no one paid any attention. As if that will make it believable. I can't blame him, for his reprised stories had always been a cause of concern for us. Come to think of it so had been mine.
So, while everyone was busy getting ready for yet another journey at 9. One of my friend was comfortable enough not going to toilet in morning. As according to him government had spent so much money on public toilets and they are available any time of the day. Weird theories.
Chakrata is the little hill station we reached just on the time for a late lunch before heading for some near by fall. Journey to the falls was incidentless except when some one tried to be a stuntman jumping off stones showing excitement and finally tumbled in water. I laughed my heart out that proves that it was not me. Really the inner satisfaction you get when someone tries to be a hero and then falls of a banana peel is just priceless.
One of us brought a Rs. 45,000 camera and was trying to capture any thing that makes him look like a real photographer. Or for that matter taking pictures in the pose that makes him look like a real one. While we wait posing stupidly before he decides if the light is either too much or too little, flash should be On or Off and endless other trivialities. It turns out most of the pictures come out shaky and rest having only the background with people either too shadowy or too small, smiling foolishly looking in to the lens.
In the night ours was the only room order for 6 cups of tea while every other occupied room was being served with alcohol.
In the morning we could see Himalyan mountains glowing in the morning light like melted gold was being poured on them and........... well you will not be seeing any more of these because I am not a travelogue writer. What I am trying to write is about the people who matter to me.
Early breakfast of Aloo paratha and boiled eggs in the midst of chilling winds was awesome. Before our driver came to say that our vehicle broke down. With no other option before a vehicle could be arranged we sat down having pointless discussions. Conclusion of which came out to be that the compensatory leaves I apply for was same as that of a labours (My job= Labour job if we formulate it). I claimed that since I was working in shifts I had privilege to this kind of leaves. People claimed that they too were working in shifts but are not entitled to such low category leaves.Well working in shifts that does not include night and getting Saturday-Sunday's off . Well my friend that is a joke not a shift job. It is not that I am very proud of my round the clock shift job but seriously dude 'If you don't know the move please don't groove' (Yes I invented it myself....thanks for the applause.)
Somehow another vehicle was arranged for us to return only after visiting a few other scenic places and a lot of other incidences. We returned to Delhi. From there I flew back to Harappa sorry Angkor Wat with a smile on my face which will fade away once I am bound to my routine freaking round the clock shift job. But these memories keep my heart warm from the inside. The journey was terrific only because people I was with were awesome. Truly awesome. Just below the Kung-fu Panda awesomeness.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Fathom
“Why don’t you commit suicide” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to do.
I met him just an hour ago coming down the stairs of my building. As mine was the top floor on the multi-storied building he must have surpassed to the terrace in search of someone, was my guess.
“Searching for someone” I asked hesitantly as always when talking to strangers.
“Not any one in particular” was an unexpected reply with a more surprising smile, which I was not used to because often people find me irritating. I don’t know if it’s because of my face or the stupid grin I usually give.
I couldn’t think of a response to the diplomatic answer. Sensing my confusion, to lighten up the things he said “I live in the same building, just out of loneliness came out to see if I can find someone to talk to”
I understood the reason for his smile.
He was a short middle age man wearing white T-shirt and brown 90’s style pant. Taking into account South India’s passion for lungi, I was sure he was from somewhere upside of the country.
“Well terrace is locked, you might have noticed”
“It has been long since, it seems you live all alone on this floor?” he said cutting me short.
“Not exactly, there are two other guys, one went for the morning shift and other has gone home. It can be pretty boring in here on shift offs. There are no places to go and certainly no one to talk to” I said sensing we share the same emotions.
“I have never seen you before” I added
“Neither do you recognize mates of other 36 out of 40 flats living here. Correct me if I am wrong” he said with confidence.
“As a matter of fact you are correct. People don’t mingle with each other much in this part of the country and they are particularly afraid of the unmarried singles like me. Would you like to have some tea?”
I don’t usually do it. But for no particular reason at all, with a formal introduction which was just exchange of names I invited him for tea. After he came in, for sake of precaution I deliberately kept the door open and took the excuse of nice wind coming through.
“So you got your kitchen all set up” he said after I handed him over the tea.
“That was the first thing I did, it can be very tiresome to find good food out here especially for the North Indians.”
“I see you are Computer Engineer, they don’t require much of you in the cooperation” he said seeing my Operating Systems book.
“They don’t require a single one of us in the plant. It’s just their some bullshit policy which makes us the prey. Well at least they pay me” I said realizing that was the sole reason I was out here in the jungle while my batch mates are making merry in metros.
“That’s a contradictory Facebook status here ‘Socially Dead….’on a social networking site” he said pointing to my laptop screen displaying my Facebook home page.
“That may not be literally correct, but taking into account my physical social interaction which is nil and online which is limited to checking the status of others, the statement can be considered true.”
“So no girlfriend I guess”
“Looking at me do you even consider any girl will look at me?”
“So you have a job you are not interested in, no girlfriend, no creative skills, an awry face and no social skills. What the hell are you doing on this Earth?” and then he asked the most obvious question.
“What do you mean” I said trying to assimilate the things he said.
“Do you know about the guy who lived right across your floor?”
“One who did fell off the terrace?”
“Let’s say he did ‘fell off’. So why don’t you commit suicide” he repeated the question.
“I am a Muslim, may be not the virtuous but a practicing one, moreover doesn’t the law of land declare suicide a crime”
“If not the persuasion may be fear will do!”
Since then I am unable to understand the cause of inconsistent rattling sound coming from the roof or from somewhere within me.
I met him just an hour ago coming down the stairs of my building. As mine was the top floor on the multi-storied building he must have surpassed to the terrace in search of someone, was my guess.
“Searching for someone” I asked hesitantly as always when talking to strangers.
“Not any one in particular” was an unexpected reply with a more surprising smile, which I was not used to because often people find me irritating. I don’t know if it’s because of my face or the stupid grin I usually give.
I couldn’t think of a response to the diplomatic answer. Sensing my confusion, to lighten up the things he said “I live in the same building, just out of loneliness came out to see if I can find someone to talk to”
I understood the reason for his smile.
He was a short middle age man wearing white T-shirt and brown 90’s style pant. Taking into account South India’s passion for lungi, I was sure he was from somewhere upside of the country.
“Well terrace is locked, you might have noticed”
“It has been long since, it seems you live all alone on this floor?” he said cutting me short.
“Not exactly, there are two other guys, one went for the morning shift and other has gone home. It can be pretty boring in here on shift offs. There are no places to go and certainly no one to talk to” I said sensing we share the same emotions.
“I have never seen you before” I added
“Neither do you recognize mates of other 36 out of 40 flats living here. Correct me if I am wrong” he said with confidence.
“As a matter of fact you are correct. People don’t mingle with each other much in this part of the country and they are particularly afraid of the unmarried singles like me. Would you like to have some tea?”
I don’t usually do it. But for no particular reason at all, with a formal introduction which was just exchange of names I invited him for tea. After he came in, for sake of precaution I deliberately kept the door open and took the excuse of nice wind coming through.
“So you got your kitchen all set up” he said after I handed him over the tea.
“That was the first thing I did, it can be very tiresome to find good food out here especially for the North Indians.”
“I see you are Computer Engineer, they don’t require much of you in the cooperation” he said seeing my Operating Systems book.
“They don’t require a single one of us in the plant. It’s just their some bullshit policy which makes us the prey. Well at least they pay me” I said realizing that was the sole reason I was out here in the jungle while my batch mates are making merry in metros.
“That’s a contradictory Facebook status here ‘Socially Dead….’on a social networking site” he said pointing to my laptop screen displaying my Facebook home page.
“That may not be literally correct, but taking into account my physical social interaction which is nil and online which is limited to checking the status of others, the statement can be considered true.”
“So no girlfriend I guess”
“Looking at me do you even consider any girl will look at me?”
“So you have a job you are not interested in, no girlfriend, no creative skills, an awry face and no social skills. What the hell are you doing on this Earth?” and then he asked the most obvious question.
“What do you mean” I said trying to assimilate the things he said.
“Do you know about the guy who lived right across your floor?”
“One who did fell off the terrace?”
“Let’s say he did ‘fell off’. So why don’t you commit suicide” he repeated the question.
“I am a Muslim, may be not the virtuous but a practicing one, moreover doesn’t the law of land declare suicide a crime”
“If not the persuasion may be fear will do!”
Since then I am unable to understand the cause of inconsistent rattling sound coming from the roof or from somewhere within me.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Love Letter Part-2
Continuing with the Love Letter Trilogy here is the second part. My name is replaceable by the more suitable one's.
Hi
Considering you did not find my former letter offensive enough to fire back at me, but neither was it pleasing enough, for I still await a humble reply. I write to you again but this time rather in a straight forward manner compared to the convoluted expressions described earlier. I don’t understand what you did not get from our previous communication or you did not care enough to understand. May it was just some idiotic scribble for you but for me it was damn serious and almost the best way I could have expressed myself. It’s not like you don’t hang around with boys, and don’t tell me that I do that because they are my friends because what else am I asking you for and you can see I am trying hard for that. Just an opportunity and may be you would like me too. It’s not your face but the way of life what makes you so special and rare. May be you have some kind of misconception against me but I can assure you that I am not the kind of guy who goes of writing letter to every other girl he sees and trust me its first time ever I am doing such a thing. In last few days I have done things which I would have never done if I had option. I know how to change privacy setting before going to someone’s profile almost every day. I know it is cheap but good way to tell you that I was behind you. There is no background music in real life as in a movie so on has to explain the other through some concrete action. Possibly the information given below will clear the dust off few of your doubts.
• Arshad… “Naam pehle to nahin suna hoga!!!” but now you will always remember. I keep low profile.
• Have spoken only kind of 6 and a half sentence to any girl on the planet.
• May be I don’t speak much but do not tell lies. (Internal characteristic I don’t know why?)
• Don’t think much about myself and that is why 'About me' will kind of end in here.
Those who say "boys and girls can be only friends " are big lairs , it can never be true from both sides and whenever I say I want to be friend of you I simply mean I 'like' you and want to marry you in near future at some appropriate time and nothing else. I don't know why girls prefers friendship over marriage proposal may be they are afraid what their parents and other people would think about them and this damned friendship at the end leads to more complicated complications. So I will never need a girl friend.
I am showing such desperateness for a reason you probably don’t understand but maybe someday you will. A wider perception of thoughts and deeper understanding of intentions is all I can ask from you. No matter what you think of me but my intentions are pure as earthly possible. I don’t know what else to say to convince you. People think of me of a honorable person, I don’t know what you think of me, I don’t care about my integrity & respect as you are worth taking the risk and it is only Allah who gives respect to one in others heart.
I know you are beautiful, charming and simple (rarely found).I am short of words but in one word I can say you are awesome. I am very far from being a Hero (“Heroes don’t exists” you might know or may realize some day) but still a very eligible bachelor. It’s not that I am compared to you, now there is no match for your elegance. But I want to tell you something which I have never said to anyone nor I will say something like this in future ,you will not get better man than me(only Allah knows what is good for us).
You might be laughing or feeling funny while reading this letter but you would have understood my emotion if there was background music in real life. A know little about human psychology, I don’t think I have hurt you in these letters but I say Sorry for something that I said unintentionally did hurt your feelings. How can praising someone hurt him if this is the case with you I feel higher of you. Basically I am here to write some research paper not this type of letters and you are here to read some research paper not my letters. I don’t want to disturb your studies. But for my sake please reply even if you have lit bit sympathy or hatred for me.
If you are shy don’t be for I am shier. If you want to reject me do so. Don’t think of my feelings, your answer will only heal my heart and help me face the truth. I take both success and failure in my life with equal joy. Everyone has his own likes. I haven’t seen you closely or met you but still I like you and want to live whole life with you. May be you are not like me and want to know about me. For this you have to meet or call or mail or give your phone no to me may be I am asking for too much. I am one of the simplest person don’t hesitate with me.
At last just a little advice ‘Don’t change’, for most people like you the way you are. I will always admire you in all circumstances, it doesn’t matter what you think of me.
Thanks for making me got to sleep with a smile
P.S.: I Love You.
Hi
Considering you did not find my former letter offensive enough to fire back at me, but neither was it pleasing enough, for I still await a humble reply. I write to you again but this time rather in a straight forward manner compared to the convoluted expressions described earlier. I don’t understand what you did not get from our previous communication or you did not care enough to understand. May it was just some idiotic scribble for you but for me it was damn serious and almost the best way I could have expressed myself. It’s not like you don’t hang around with boys, and don’t tell me that I do that because they are my friends because what else am I asking you for and you can see I am trying hard for that. Just an opportunity and may be you would like me too. It’s not your face but the way of life what makes you so special and rare. May be you have some kind of misconception against me but I can assure you that I am not the kind of guy who goes of writing letter to every other girl he sees and trust me its first time ever I am doing such a thing. In last few days I have done things which I would have never done if I had option. I know how to change privacy setting before going to someone’s profile almost every day. I know it is cheap but good way to tell you that I was behind you. There is no background music in real life as in a movie so on has to explain the other through some concrete action. Possibly the information given below will clear the dust off few of your doubts.
• Arshad… “Naam pehle to nahin suna hoga!!!” but now you will always remember. I keep low profile.
• Have spoken only kind of 6 and a half sentence to any girl on the planet.
• May be I don’t speak much but do not tell lies. (Internal characteristic I don’t know why?)
• Don’t think much about myself and that is why 'About me' will kind of end in here.
Those who say "boys and girls can be only friends " are big lairs , it can never be true from both sides and whenever I say I want to be friend of you I simply mean I 'like' you and want to marry you in near future at some appropriate time and nothing else. I don't know why girls prefers friendship over marriage proposal may be they are afraid what their parents and other people would think about them and this damned friendship at the end leads to more complicated complications. So I will never need a girl friend.
I am showing such desperateness for a reason you probably don’t understand but maybe someday you will. A wider perception of thoughts and deeper understanding of intentions is all I can ask from you. No matter what you think of me but my intentions are pure as earthly possible. I don’t know what else to say to convince you. People think of me of a honorable person, I don’t know what you think of me, I don’t care about my integrity & respect as you are worth taking the risk and it is only Allah who gives respect to one in others heart.
I know you are beautiful, charming and simple (rarely found).I am short of words but in one word I can say you are awesome. I am very far from being a Hero (“Heroes don’t exists” you might know or may realize some day) but still a very eligible bachelor. It’s not that I am compared to you, now there is no match for your elegance. But I want to tell you something which I have never said to anyone nor I will say something like this in future ,you will not get better man than me(only Allah knows what is good for us).
You might be laughing or feeling funny while reading this letter but you would have understood my emotion if there was background music in real life. A know little about human psychology, I don’t think I have hurt you in these letters but I say Sorry for something that I said unintentionally did hurt your feelings. How can praising someone hurt him if this is the case with you I feel higher of you. Basically I am here to write some research paper not this type of letters and you are here to read some research paper not my letters. I don’t want to disturb your studies. But for my sake please reply even if you have lit bit sympathy or hatred for me.
If you are shy don’t be for I am shier. If you want to reject me do so. Don’t think of my feelings, your answer will only heal my heart and help me face the truth. I take both success and failure in my life with equal joy. Everyone has his own likes. I haven’t seen you closely or met you but still I like you and want to live whole life with you. May be you are not like me and want to know about me. For this you have to meet or call or mail or give your phone no to me may be I am asking for too much. I am one of the simplest person don’t hesitate with me.
At last just a little advice ‘Don’t change’, for most people like you the way you are. I will always admire you in all circumstances, it doesn’t matter what you think of me.
Thanks for making me got to sleep with a smile
P.S.: I Love You.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Love Letter
Below is a letter which I couldn't give to someone I wanted to but anyone who finds it interesting enough can use all or part of it as required without my permission.
Hi
I regret for my lack of sufficient gratitude and chivalry as to honour a beautiful lady’s name with a decent adjective. But actually it’s not my lack of manner but my lack of knowledge which is to be blamed for I know not all those fancy designations (please don’t tell me thesaurus do exist) that people refer each other with while communicating. So I start with a simple salutation. The very next thing I want you to be absolutely clear about is that, this is not a love letter. So please do not hit the delete before getting the essence of it. Now that I have made you clear what this letter is not intended to be, I feel it really difficult to explain what it is ought to be.
I am not a Hero, not even a guy which a girl like you would notice, but the moment I see you I don’t know why people say their heart skips a beat or two when they see something awesome. In my case it is other way round and it paces up so fast that all I could think off is keeping away the sound of heart beat away from your ears. I am not telling you all this because I am in love with you or all that crap, may be its just infatuation and will go away with time (or may be it doesn’t). But no matter what you don’t want to concern yourself with any of this.
Only thing I expect from you is……………………. I don’t know how to say it, you can see I was not able to say to you in person that is why I am writing…..A Coffee. Just a coffee no strings attached, no bounds, no pressure just like two people accidentally meeting in a Coffee House chit chatting over nothing. May be that would give me a hint about how bad you are and helps me get over you. You know what they say ‘A lot can happen over coffee’, I just want to prove them wrong. I know you are trying not to believe a single word I say, but in my favour I can say I am writing this with all my innocence and will pray, for only he has the sole power over everyone's thought.
Thanks for reading
Yours ‘I don’t know what’
P.S. - Tea or any other liquid that might even include water will be equally good for me if you have decided upon reducing the caffeine intake.
Hi
I regret for my lack of sufficient gratitude and chivalry as to honour a beautiful lady’s name with a decent adjective. But actually it’s not my lack of manner but my lack of knowledge which is to be blamed for I know not all those fancy designations (please don’t tell me thesaurus do exist) that people refer each other with while communicating. So I start with a simple salutation. The very next thing I want you to be absolutely clear about is that, this is not a love letter. So please do not hit the delete before getting the essence of it. Now that I have made you clear what this letter is not intended to be, I feel it really difficult to explain what it is ought to be.
I am not a Hero, not even a guy which a girl like you would notice, but the moment I see you I don’t know why people say their heart skips a beat or two when they see something awesome. In my case it is other way round and it paces up so fast that all I could think off is keeping away the sound of heart beat away from your ears. I am not telling you all this because I am in love with you or all that crap, may be its just infatuation and will go away with time (or may be it doesn’t). But no matter what you don’t want to concern yourself with any of this.
Only thing I expect from you is……………………. I don’t know how to say it, you can see I was not able to say to you in person that is why I am writing…..A Coffee. Just a coffee no strings attached, no bounds, no pressure just like two people accidentally meeting in a Coffee House chit chatting over nothing. May be that would give me a hint about how bad you are and helps me get over you. You know what they say ‘A lot can happen over coffee’, I just want to prove them wrong. I know you are trying not to believe a single word I say, but in my favour I can say I am writing this with all my innocence and will pray, for only he has the sole power over everyone's thought.
Thanks for reading
Yours ‘I don’t know what’
P.S. - Tea or any other liquid that might even include water will be equally good for me if you have decided upon reducing the caffeine intake.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Ice-Cream
This time i have got a little story to tell, unfortunately a true one. I don't want to give any message out of it or any criticism. It was just an incident I came across and found worth telling-
The Great Indian Middle Class- the phrase which makes 80% of Indian hearts beat with pride but little do they know that the so called “Great Indian Middle Class” has little to do with financial status or rented homes or second hand cars. It is more about the way people think- Middle class or we better call them a group of people sharing similar thoughts and this is what is reflected in their behavior, their work place and their homes. Home we can call it the perfect reflection of their thoughts, everything that occupies a volume in here, from the Feng Shui bells on the front door to the darkest and deepest thoughts in their heart has got a hint of middle class in it. But never by all this do i mean to defame the glorious tradition of which I am a proud member of and so was Mr. Mathur.
Mr. Mathur was average at what ever he did and thought himself fortunate enough to land in a government sector job. He was a good son and a good brother, fulfilled all his responsibilities towards his parents and siblings. Only after he turned 28 did he marry a beautiful woman his mother chose for him. For now he is a proud father of a lovely 6 year old girl – Nalini. It had been 6 years but still pictures of that fateful day and the happiest moment of his life, when he first time took Nalini into his arms were crystal clear in his mind. As a matter of fact it is always said that parents are important for the vital existance of a child but neithr can we deny the fact that the child is the centre of universe for them.
Working in a PSU life was overtly simple for him and he never felt too preoccupied for giving time to his wife and “only” child. Mr. Mathur was middle class man and so were his dreams. From a long time he dreamt of having a car, not because he needed one badly but just because his colleagues have got one. Savings were insufficient to fulfill the wish of his Dream Car (by this in no way I mean a “Ferrari” a simple “Santro” would suffice) and only after the arrears of 6th Pay Commission, he could turn his dreams to reality. Mr. Mathur was an amateur driver and a friend of him had to take the driver's seat when it came to driving after the coconut breaking on the first day. He took the family for a drive around the township which took no more than half an hour. After this there were only rare occasions when car came out of its cover only to get washed and get neatly back in the parking lot.
“Daddy won't we go to Chennai for Ice-Cream today also!!!” Nalini has been constantly nagging for it for over a week now.
“Oh Darling I told you for now we are not going Chennai for Ice-Cream, may be some other day” Mr. Mathur told while having a look at company's Performance Index in current fiscal year.
“Ok then we can go somewhere near by, you have been avoiding it for over a week now. Daddy Please! Please! Please!”. Nalini insisted.
“Ok Ok!!!! Stop crying........... we will go. You go tell your mother to be ready while I take out the car”. An employee was overpowered by a father.
It has been days he had not driven. So to just brush up his skills as a driver he decided to have a few rounds around the park. Practice session was over and now with full confidence he drove towards the home only to see Nalini standing in her best dress. What a beautiful smile she had, lest did he thought he was seeing it for the last time and it was late enough to realise he was pushing accelerator instead of breaks. Collision took place right in the middle of road. Blow was fatal not only for the young girl but also for her mother as she saw her only child being crashed by a car in-front of her eyes. Strong heart attacks due to sudden shock can be fatal, everyone knows.
The Hospital was frequented by near and dear ones but Mr. Mathur was no where to be found. In-fact no one has noticed him half hour after his “Precious” was declared brought dead.
At 9:00 PM Police tried to stop an over-speeding red Santro.
“Daddy why don't you slow down” a sweet little voice came from somewhere close to his ears.
“Oh no, dear I got to get you an Ice-Cream otherwise your mother will be mad at me”. A hallucinated voice of Mr. Mathur came out of his throat.
“No daddy she won't. Just slow down!!!”
“No she will, I know she will. In-fact she is angry with me right now, hadn't it been she would have come along with you.” He pushed the accelerator hard.
TN- 9082 was the number of car found crashed against the backwater bridge railings. Driver was dead on the spot. People say he was driving just fast enough to get her daughter an ..........Ice-Cream.
Thanks to Mr. Soutrik Ghosh for helping me compile it.
The Great Indian Middle Class- the phrase which makes 80% of Indian hearts beat with pride but little do they know that the so called “Great Indian Middle Class” has little to do with financial status or rented homes or second hand cars. It is more about the way people think- Middle class or we better call them a group of people sharing similar thoughts and this is what is reflected in their behavior, their work place and their homes. Home we can call it the perfect reflection of their thoughts, everything that occupies a volume in here, from the Feng Shui bells on the front door to the darkest and deepest thoughts in their heart has got a hint of middle class in it. But never by all this do i mean to defame the glorious tradition of which I am a proud member of and so was Mr. Mathur.
Mr. Mathur was average at what ever he did and thought himself fortunate enough to land in a government sector job. He was a good son and a good brother, fulfilled all his responsibilities towards his parents and siblings. Only after he turned 28 did he marry a beautiful woman his mother chose for him. For now he is a proud father of a lovely 6 year old girl – Nalini. It had been 6 years but still pictures of that fateful day and the happiest moment of his life, when he first time took Nalini into his arms were crystal clear in his mind. As a matter of fact it is always said that parents are important for the vital existance of a child but neithr can we deny the fact that the child is the centre of universe for them.
Working in a PSU life was overtly simple for him and he never felt too preoccupied for giving time to his wife and “only” child. Mr. Mathur was middle class man and so were his dreams. From a long time he dreamt of having a car, not because he needed one badly but just because his colleagues have got one. Savings were insufficient to fulfill the wish of his Dream Car (by this in no way I mean a “Ferrari” a simple “Santro” would suffice) and only after the arrears of 6th Pay Commission, he could turn his dreams to reality. Mr. Mathur was an amateur driver and a friend of him had to take the driver's seat when it came to driving after the coconut breaking on the first day. He took the family for a drive around the township which took no more than half an hour. After this there were only rare occasions when car came out of its cover only to get washed and get neatly back in the parking lot.
“Daddy won't we go to Chennai for Ice-Cream today also!!!” Nalini has been constantly nagging for it for over a week now.
“Oh Darling I told you for now we are not going Chennai for Ice-Cream, may be some other day” Mr. Mathur told while having a look at company's Performance Index in current fiscal year.
“Ok then we can go somewhere near by, you have been avoiding it for over a week now. Daddy Please! Please! Please!”. Nalini insisted.
“Ok Ok!!!! Stop crying........... we will go. You go tell your mother to be ready while I take out the car”. An employee was overpowered by a father.
It has been days he had not driven. So to just brush up his skills as a driver he decided to have a few rounds around the park. Practice session was over and now with full confidence he drove towards the home only to see Nalini standing in her best dress. What a beautiful smile she had, lest did he thought he was seeing it for the last time and it was late enough to realise he was pushing accelerator instead of breaks. Collision took place right in the middle of road. Blow was fatal not only for the young girl but also for her mother as she saw her only child being crashed by a car in-front of her eyes. Strong heart attacks due to sudden shock can be fatal, everyone knows.
The Hospital was frequented by near and dear ones but Mr. Mathur was no where to be found. In-fact no one has noticed him half hour after his “Precious” was declared brought dead.
At 9:00 PM Police tried to stop an over-speeding red Santro.
“Daddy why don't you slow down” a sweet little voice came from somewhere close to his ears.
“Oh no, dear I got to get you an Ice-Cream otherwise your mother will be mad at me”. A hallucinated voice of Mr. Mathur came out of his throat.
“No daddy she won't. Just slow down!!!”
“No she will, I know she will. In-fact she is angry with me right now, hadn't it been she would have come along with you.” He pushed the accelerator hard.
TN- 9082 was the number of car found crashed against the backwater bridge railings. Driver was dead on the spot. People say he was driving just fast enough to get her daughter an ..........Ice-Cream.
Thanks to Mr. Soutrik Ghosh for helping me compile it.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Life moves on....
First thing one visualizes when the sound ”Nuclear” hits his ear drums is about a nuclear war, and the foremost thing you notice about a Nuclear establishment is the security it is reinforced with (it seems almost half of the country’s CISF is deployed here). It does take time but eventually you do overcome the preceding thoughts and realize that it’s not only during war one needs to be careful about radiations but in places near nuclear plants also you must take all the precautions for radiation protection. It may be that not half the CISF is deployed here but every person working here seems to be military trained by the way they religiously follow the rules.
As a student of science I was always fascinated by the law of conservation of Energy- Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed it is just converted from one form to other, I thought a little a deeply about and realized that it’s kind of a universal law which can be applied to almost anything. Anything can neither be created nor be destroyed, it’s neither good nor bad, it just transforms from one form to other and it’s one’s own perspective which makes a thing adorable or hideous. The day I landed Mumbai and said to myself “I will rule this city one day” as Shahrukh Khan had said and thousand others say daily when they put their best foot forward in this city and then only time decides who remains true to his words. I guess fate was not on my side that day and only the next day I received the shattering news of being sent to Kalpakkam, and just before that moment, I suppose for the last time I had 100% confidence that I had done the right thing joining this organization. Percentage had been oscillating since and is still away from the perfect value and this was what I meant when I had written about one’s perspective makes a thing good or bad.
7 days of non-stop boredom followed the formalities of admission with all the languid presentations. The only moment I could see smile on helpless guys was the time when tea break or lunch break was enunciated or when the clock struck 5:00 PM. Despite of all this, bunch of almost 100 guys has its own ways of entertainment. I bet all the girls there had not received so much male attention in their whole life as they did in this one week. Boys will be boys after all no matter how the girl reacts or what she looks like or even how she feels about all this stuff, they just won’t stop hitting.
I always believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who have seen the TajMahal and the other who have not seen it but then I met the third kind and they saw the world with their own different eyes and also classified them on a different genre. They also believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who know something about a nuclear reactor and the other who are completely unaware of the principles of working of a nuclear reactor and to be very honest they are proud of this classification and if you fall in the later category you don’t deserve a respect. Everyone here seems to have an attitude of his own, whose is greater than whose is really hard to identify. I am still in process of identifying the cause of it, is it because of southern climate or nuclear radiation, but no success yet. Anybody from care taker to Training Superintendent can kick your ass and you have no right to complain about it. Although Bus drivers seem a little ahead of all of them, they just won’t stop when you want them to , they won’t start until they feel like, no matter what you tell them they will have only one answer “Ille!”(I don’t know if it means f*** you). They won’t let you in if they don’t feel like, they won’t let you out if you are a second late on the gate sometimes I feel had they been allowed they would have put a board on their buses “Dogs and Trainees not allowed” that too in Tamil so that dogs couldn’t read it and feel offended.
Sometimes you regret for your mistakes done by you knowingly or unknowingly and seek penance for it, believe me if you are a North Indian being served South Indian food daily you are repenting for your past sins. You are made to eat all that non-edible food and first time in your life you realize why people (North Indians) tremble when they talk of South Indian food.
Punjabi’s are FUN LOVING,
Rajasthani’s are orthodox and FUN LOVING,
Gujaratis are ritualistic and FUN LOVING,
Marathi’s are chauvinist and FUN LOVING,
Delhites are enviably smart and FUN LOVING,
Bengali’s are intellectual and FUN LOVING,
U. P., Bihari’s are emotional, short tempered and FUN LOVING
but Tamilians are one of their kind, they don’t love the word fun at all (or maybe they have their own version of the word meaning “fun”). But actually they are fond of some things like:
1. Keeping unpronounceable name of their places and themselves (try pronouncing Arulmigu, Karpagambal ) and with an extra “th” whenever “t” is required namitha, jayalalitha etc.
2. Wearing gajras.
3. Walking down in lungi’s and even better if barefoot(hope congress’s austerity drive was inspired here)
4. Waking up at 5 in morning and sleeping at 9:00 PM
5. And RAJNIKANTH, mind the extra “h”
People here just love rules and even love more following them, so next time you are thinking of getting into argument with a Tamilian better carry a rule book, it doesn’t matter if you have written it yourself (although you would have a tough time explaining him which rule allowed you to write a rule book). But along with all these things they are really decent and intellectual people with a heart which beats for love and emotions.
Among all this mayhem I had the sweetest thing in form of friends with me who did make everything so calm and easy. You really don’t expect such nice people in the corporate world after what you have seen it from outside. I know that every person is different in this world but guys around me seem to be specialist of their respective fields. We have the guy who just love helping people and one who know how to extract help from others, and we have one who can make joke of anything and one who can make anything a joke. We have one who can’t stop chattering about girls and one who can’t utter a word in presence of a girl. I can go on writing about the qualities guys here are possessed with but it seems sufficient for giving an idea of the genre we have and as far I am concerned ……. may be others will write about it.
DISCLAIMER:
All the facts and comments written above are for the sole purpose of creating humor and I deeply regret if any one finds them offensive.
As a student of science I was always fascinated by the law of conservation of Energy- Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed it is just converted from one form to other, I thought a little a deeply about and realized that it’s kind of a universal law which can be applied to almost anything. Anything can neither be created nor be destroyed, it’s neither good nor bad, it just transforms from one form to other and it’s one’s own perspective which makes a thing adorable or hideous. The day I landed Mumbai and said to myself “I will rule this city one day” as Shahrukh Khan had said and thousand others say daily when they put their best foot forward in this city and then only time decides who remains true to his words. I guess fate was not on my side that day and only the next day I received the shattering news of being sent to Kalpakkam, and just before that moment, I suppose for the last time I had 100% confidence that I had done the right thing joining this organization. Percentage had been oscillating since and is still away from the perfect value and this was what I meant when I had written about one’s perspective makes a thing good or bad.
7 days of non-stop boredom followed the formalities of admission with all the languid presentations. The only moment I could see smile on helpless guys was the time when tea break or lunch break was enunciated or when the clock struck 5:00 PM. Despite of all this, bunch of almost 100 guys has its own ways of entertainment. I bet all the girls there had not received so much male attention in their whole life as they did in this one week. Boys will be boys after all no matter how the girl reacts or what she looks like or even how she feels about all this stuff, they just won’t stop hitting.
I always believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who have seen the TajMahal and the other who have not seen it but then I met the third kind and they saw the world with their own different eyes and also classified them on a different genre. They also believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who know something about a nuclear reactor and the other who are completely unaware of the principles of working of a nuclear reactor and to be very honest they are proud of this classification and if you fall in the later category you don’t deserve a respect. Everyone here seems to have an attitude of his own, whose is greater than whose is really hard to identify. I am still in process of identifying the cause of it, is it because of southern climate or nuclear radiation, but no success yet. Anybody from care taker to Training Superintendent can kick your ass and you have no right to complain about it. Although Bus drivers seem a little ahead of all of them, they just won’t stop when you want them to , they won’t start until they feel like, no matter what you tell them they will have only one answer “Ille!”(I don’t know if it means f*** you). They won’t let you in if they don’t feel like, they won’t let you out if you are a second late on the gate sometimes I feel had they been allowed they would have put a board on their buses “Dogs and Trainees not allowed” that too in Tamil so that dogs couldn’t read it and feel offended.
Sometimes you regret for your mistakes done by you knowingly or unknowingly and seek penance for it, believe me if you are a North Indian being served South Indian food daily you are repenting for your past sins. You are made to eat all that non-edible food and first time in your life you realize why people (North Indians) tremble when they talk of South Indian food.
Punjabi’s are FUN LOVING,
Rajasthani’s are orthodox and FUN LOVING,
Gujaratis are ritualistic and FUN LOVING,
Marathi’s are chauvinist and FUN LOVING,
Delhites are enviably smart and FUN LOVING,
Bengali’s are intellectual and FUN LOVING,
U. P., Bihari’s are emotional, short tempered and FUN LOVING
but Tamilians are one of their kind, they don’t love the word fun at all (or maybe they have their own version of the word meaning “fun”). But actually they are fond of some things like:
1. Keeping unpronounceable name of their places and themselves (try pronouncing Arulmigu, Karpagambal ) and with an extra “th” whenever “t” is required namitha, jayalalitha etc.
2. Wearing gajras.
3. Walking down in lungi’s and even better if barefoot(hope congress’s austerity drive was inspired here)
4. Waking up at 5 in morning and sleeping at 9:00 PM
5. And RAJNIKANTH, mind the extra “h”
People here just love rules and even love more following them, so next time you are thinking of getting into argument with a Tamilian better carry a rule book, it doesn’t matter if you have written it yourself (although you would have a tough time explaining him which rule allowed you to write a rule book). But along with all these things they are really decent and intellectual people with a heart which beats for love and emotions.
Among all this mayhem I had the sweetest thing in form of friends with me who did make everything so calm and easy. You really don’t expect such nice people in the corporate world after what you have seen it from outside. I know that every person is different in this world but guys around me seem to be specialist of their respective fields. We have the guy who just love helping people and one who know how to extract help from others, and we have one who can make joke of anything and one who can make anything a joke. We have one who can’t stop chattering about girls and one who can’t utter a word in presence of a girl. I can go on writing about the qualities guys here are possessed with but it seems sufficient for giving an idea of the genre we have and as far I am concerned ……. may be others will write about it.
DISCLAIMER:
All the facts and comments written above are for the sole purpose of creating humor and I deeply regret if any one finds them offensive.
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