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.
Friday, November 19, 2010
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.
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